SUB!ellie who gets bratty when she wants you to be rougher with her. she'll push your hands away, only to whine when you actually stop. she'll say "fuck you" with a smirk, daring you to put her in her place. she loves the feeling of your hands pinning her wrists above her head, the stretch in her shoulders, the complete lack of control.
SUB!ellie who loves begging
you've got her pinned to the mattress, your hips settled between her thighs. ellie’s breath hitches, a high, needy sound caught in her throat. her hands, which were initially tangled in your hair, now clutch desperately at your shoulders. "please," she whimpers, the word barely audible. "please, what, els?" you murmur against the shell of her ear, your teeth grazing the lobe. a full-body shudder wracks her frame. "please don't stop.
SUB!ellie who loves marking. not just receiving, but giving. the possessive streak in her comes out when she's leaving a trail of hickeys down your chest or biting down on your shoulder. she wants everyone to know you're hers.
SUB!ellie who has a major praise kink. telling her how pretty she looks when she's wrecked for you, how good she feels, how proud you are of her, it's the fastest way to make her come undone.
"look at you," you coo, your thumb stroking her cheek. her face is flushed, her lips swollen and parted. she's leaning into your touch like a cat, her pupils swallowing the green of her irises. "so beautiful, els. so good for me." a whine builds in her chest, and you can feel it vibrate against your palm. "you like that? you like hearing how perfect you are when you're falling apart?" she nods frantically, her hips bucking up to meet nothing. "please," she begs, her voice cracking. "wanna be good. wanna be yours." you reward her with a slow, deep kiss, your tongue claiming her mouth. when you pull back, a string of saliva connects you. "you already are, baby. you already are."
SUB!ellie who surprisingly vocal during aftercare. she'll nuzzle into your neck, her voice hoarse and sleepy, mumbling about how good that was, how much she loves you, how she could stay like this forever.
SUB!ellie who tries her best to stay quiet but ultimately always fails with the help of your praise
biting down on her lip so hard you're worried she'll draw blood. you're kneeling in front of her, your hands on her hips, holding her still. "no, none of that," you chide gently, tapping her lip with your thumb. "wanna hear you." her eyes, dark and blown wide with lust, flutter shut as a groan escapes her. it's loud, unrestrained, and it makes something deep in your stomach clench with want. she's panting now, little "ah, ah, ah" sounds with every movement of your tongue.
SUB!ellie who’s a squirter. the first time it happened, she was mortified, hiding her face in a pillow and refusing to look at you. you had to spend ten minutes cooing praise into her ear, telling her how hot it was, how good she was, before she'd even peek out. now, it's a point of pride for you, and a point of terminal embarrassment for her, which you exploit mercilessly.
SUB!ellie who’s a huge fan of thigh riding. there's something about the lack of prep, the raw desperation of it, that drives her wild. she'll climb onto your thigh, her jeans still on, and just grind against you like her life depends on it, her face buried in your shoulder, muffled whimpers and curses escaping her lips.
"don't stop... please, god, don't stop," she'll whine, her hips bucking wildly. "i'm so close... 'm gonna... gonna cum for you."
SUB!ellie who’ll purposely walk around the house in little to no clothes at all and act surprised when you fuck her
she'll "forget" her favorite comic on the lowest shelf, bending over at the waist in nothing but one of your old t-shirts that barely covers her ass, giving you a perfect view of the slick already gathering on her inner thighs. and when you finally have enough, when you grab her by the hips and pull her back against you, she has the audacity to look over her shoulder with wide, innocent eyes. "what?" she'll ask, her voice all sweet and feigned confusion. "was just getting a book." but the smirk that tugs at her lips when you flip her over and push her against the wall betrays her. she loves this. loves provoking you, loves feeling the desperate, rough edge of your desire. she wants to be punished for it, wants you to fuck her so hard she forgets her own name, all because she "accidentally" showed you her ass.
SUB!ellie who gets off on being used. she loves the feeling of you just taking what you need from her body, of being nothing more than a toy for your pleasure. it's not about degradation for her; it's about the ultimate act of trust and devotion. she's so completely yours that you can use her to get yourself off, and the thought alone is enough to make her cum.
you've got her face down, ass up on the bed, her wrists bound behind her back with one of your ties. she's already a mess, a puddle of drool and tears on the sheets below her. you're kneeling behind her, one hand on the small of her back to hold her down. you're not even touching her clit, not yet. instead, you're grinding against her, the friction of your jeans against her bare, soaked cunt making her whimper. "this what you wanted, els?" you growl, your own breath coming short. "wanted me to use you? fuck myself on your pretty little pussy?" she moans, a long, broken sound. "yes," she sobs into the mattress. "please, use me. wanna feel you cum on me." you grip her hips harder, your movements becoming more erratic.
SUB!ellie who has a thing for your scent. not just your perfume, but you. the way you smell after a shower, after a patrol, after sex. she'll bury her face in the crook of your neck and just inhale, a deep, shaky breath. she's stolen at least three of your shirts, claiming they're "just more comfortable," but you know she sleeps with them pressed over her face.
SUB!ellie when she's cleaned up and tucked into your side, her body limp and sated, she's the most vulnerable she'll ever be. she'll trace patterns on your chest, her touch feather-light. the snark and the bravado are gone, replaced by a quiet, unwavering devotion. she won't say it often, but you'll feel it in the way she holds you, in the way she nuzzles into your touch. in these moments, she's not the sarcastic, guarded girl from jackson. she's just ellie. and she's completely, hopelessly, yours.
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