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rules - i don’t write about incest, zoophilia, minors, scatophilia, non con, major age gaps, rape n shii like that. currently only writing for ellie williams x fem!reader.

🦷 minors, men, zionists, bigots dni

masterlist †

oneshots

ghostface .ᐣ

drabbles

eating ellie out while she’s on the phone (req) .ᐣ

wife!ellie .ᐣ

series

under my skin (m.list) .ᐣ

headcanons

prisoner!ellie .ᐣ

audios

ellie’s strap .ᐣ

ellie’s strap 2 .ᐣ

texts

1 .ᐣ

2 (req) .ᐣ

#solia’s masterlist ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #tlou #ellie tlou #lesbian

maxinesgun

i have something very inappropriate to say

can someone recommend good ellie williams or abby anderson fluff/ angst?? smut doesn’t hit the same anymore

#my aunt’s tears are wetter than my hoohaa when i read smut and my aunt’s dead

wish me luck guys i’ve got a therapist appointment today

#my tweakmeter is at a 100 unfortunately #got a little too silly ig

another freaky deaky audio for yall <3

(listen with headphones)

#ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #lesbian

roseforviolet

stellarvoices00-deactivated2024

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜

under my skin - masterlist

“i owe you a black eye and two kisses. tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em.”

pairing : construction worker + kind of a douchebag!ellie x fem reader

𓏲 ࣪₊ 𓂃 an autumn fling with a sacrilegious construction worker in a small town devoted to holy scriptures, the quaint cathedral and heavenly spirits, what could possibly go wrong?

chapter 1 - crush (sfw)

chapter 2 - fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou (nsfw)

chapter 3 - safe in your skin (nsfw)

please comment or reblog if u wanna be tagged in this series !! im so excited to write this omgashshhsh

#ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie smut #ellie x reader #lesbian

should i write a series inspired by ethel cain’s ‘crush’ (ellie x fem reader obv)

#ellie williams x reader #i genuinely can’t get the lyrics out of my head 😭

luna-hilton666

reads uzumaki once...

What’s your favourite song lol I’m curious

i dont really have a fav song. but rn ive been listening to crush by ethel cain, get off (you can eat a dick) by kittie, i know by fiona apple, slice of life by bauhaus, and plump by hole on repeat if that helps 😭

#inbox .ᐟ

i was having a really bad day and only ellie williams fluff could save me bahaja. this was written under fifteen mins so it’s not proofread. also this is pure fluff.

the lamp in the living room casts a glow on the silhouette of your wife sprawled on the couch, with its dim yellow light highlighting her pretty features and the book nestled on her lap. she pretends to be enamoured by the still words on the paper, though what she’s really enamoured by is the sight of you examining the basket of tangerines. your brows are furrowed in concentration as you stare at the circular fruits, probably trying to tell which one is the most succulent, you only want your wife to have the best one after all. she watches as you finally pick one out of the dainty basket, thinking about how she managed to get so lucky, her perfect wife who’s always there for her, anchoring her to the peacefulness of life. almost every thought that weaves itself into her mind is about you— while she’s at work, while she’s at home, even when she’s sleeping, her dreams are a figment of her moments with you. her calloused palms having learnt the texture of your skin, always seem to crave your warmth, unable to stay away from the expanse of your flesh. your stomach, your legs, your arms, your ass, she’ll take whatever you give her happily.

she makes space for you as you lay down beside her, your fingers peeling the outermost layer of the fruit, just like you’d peeled all the tough layers she put up, getting to the core of her heart, learning her soul inside out. you take a piece and bring it to her peach hued lips. she gladly welcomes it, the juices dripping down her chin. “so messy.” you chuckle and wipe the pulp away with your thumb. “‘s not my fault you weren’t holding it properly.” she places a lingering kiss to your nose bridge, letting the sticky liquid make a home on your nose. “ellie!” you exclaim, giggling and nudging her shoulder. she takes a few pieces of the tangerine from your hand and pulps their juices out onto your neck, only to lick them clean, the warm muscle of her tongue flicking across the pulse of your neck. “you’re so gross.” you put the rest of the fruit away from her grasp, letting them rest on the round oak table that serves as a coffee table in the depths of your house. “mhm, you love me anyway.” she smiles against your neck, slender fingers crawling under your cotton dress, tugging and sliding them off your body. your bra and underwear follow suit, joining the fabric on the ground. her hands trace every contour, every blemish and every flawless crest, worshipping your skin like its her salvation. “my pretty girl.” she murmurs, manoeuvring your body to fit inside the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing, her skin erupting at the feel of yours. her arms encircle your waist, spooning you, seeking closeness. her hand slides down, pressing against your pelvis, fingers playing tenderly with the hair that adorns your pussy, in a loving manner. “i love you.” a kiss to your earlobe. “so.” a kiss to your forehead. “so.” a kiss to your collarbone. “much.” a final and gentle kiss to your cheek. you smile at your lovesick wife, equally as hopeless as her. “i love you too. so, so much.” you repeat her euphoric words, longing to hear the three most unoriginal words again and again. she reads your mind, knowing you and your heart’s way better than yourself, and repeats the words like a lullaby, creating a symphony in the humdrum of the living room. all that matters to her is your soft breathing, the book being long forgotten, bridged somewhere between your bodies. as she whispers the words that have became your private altar, her throat grows dry until slumber takes over her body, her eyes fluttering shut as her cheek presses against yours, relishing in the solace of your love.