Ahhh Tysm For 100 Followers 🥹🥹

got work early tmrw but i kind of just want to stay up and write until my eyes burn

her eyes are so fuckin pretty

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

: ̗̀➛ ( content warnings ; ☆ = smut, 𖦹 = angst, ♡ = fluff )

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

— go to town. ( ☆ )

word count: 4.3k → ˗ˏˋ read ! ˎˊ˗

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

— soccerplayer!ellie and cheerleader!reader ( ♡ )

word count: 2k → ˗ˏˋ read ! ˎˊ˗

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

ellie catching you after a shower • read !

Hey yall uh,im a lil late but food is ready

dealer!ellie calling accidentally you babe for the first time and then it becomes a reoccurring thing because OOOOF

u guys are killing me

maybe ellie x reader get hot and heavy in ellie’s car?? ive been loving driver!ellie recently

maybe? try ABSOLUTELY 😮‍💨

u said u wanted requests for blurbs so ermmm

how about reader comforting ellie after she's had a shitty/stressful day? like cuddling, kissing, massages, etc. all that fluffy stuff? (modern au or just tlou universe in jackson is fine)

heyyy thank you for this sweet request! i wrote it to be vague, so it can be taken as being part of any universe <3

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: ellie x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw, mention of weed. pure fluff

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 0.8k

passing the threshold of the door, your gaze falls on an empty room. that was unusual; normally, your girlfriend was always there to greet you. she’d plant a kiss on you before you had time to compute, peppered smooches along your cheek as she questioned how your day had been.

you shuck your jacket and shoes off, dropping your bag to one side and allowing the door to gently shut behind you. you take a few steps forward, calling out a soft, “hello?”

“hey,” comes your unenthusiastic reply, ellie’s voice muffled through the bathroom door. “sorry. won’t be long.”

your heart falls a little at her tone of voice, a pang of worry in your stomach. still, you try your best to not let it eat at you, flipping a movie from her DVD collection on and settling yourself atop the bed.

ellie emerges a few long moments later, dressed comfortably, choppy strands of hair falling damp around her face. she sniffs before plopping down at the side of you, rubbing at her eye.

knowing something’s not quite right, you sidle up slowly, placing a kiss on her clothed shoulder before resting your chin there. upon examining her profile, she looks exhausted; face drained of color, heavy purple setting in underneath her eyes.

“you okay?” you ask gingerly, arm wrapping around hers.

she turns to meet your eyes, offering a slow blink and half-hearted nod in response. you know her, and you know that means, ‘no, but i don’t really want to talk about it.’

so, you readjust yourself, outstretch an arm as you gesture your head. she nods again, letting out a breath as she sinks down onto your chest. you were always like that — communicating without words. they weren’t necessary all of the time. she knew what you needed, you knew what she needed.

your legs part, allowing ellie to properly make herself comfortable. the top half of her drapes over you, your hand automatically snaking down the back of her hoodie. she lets out a tiny, content hum as your fingertips smooth over her skin, nails catching soothingly.

“you shouldn’t sleep with wet hair,” you tease gently, free hand picking up a tendril and rolling it between a thumb and forefinger. “you’ll get a cold.”

ellie lets out a light grunt, looking up at an angle. “nu-uh. that’s an old wive’s tale.”

you pull a face. “must have come from somewhere.”

“somewhere stupid,” she murmurs, wrapping her arm further around you and burying the bottom half of her face into your sweater. you chuckle, moving your hand from her hair to stroke at her temple.

a quiet beat passes, your girlfriend’s eyes falling shut at the languid movement, before you carefully break it. you didn’t want to push her, but it was eating at you. “you sure you’re alright?”

she draws out another breath, shuffling slightly. “mm-hmm. just… had a really shitty day.”

humming sympathetically, you shift your hand from her face, giving her cheek a final brush on the way out. her brow furrows a little at the loss of contact, puppy eyes half-opening to question it until you move lower. your fingers find the hem of her hoodie, tugging it upwards alongside the t-shirt underneath.

“trying to get me while i’m sad, huh?” she smirks, tired eyes lacking their usual spark.

you tut, eyes rolling fondly. “trying to get at your back, idiot.”

“you’ll try anything,” she jokes quietly, sitting up a little and half-undressing herself before returning to her original position. your fingers easily find the smooth expanse of skin, ellie fidgeting as she recalls how she was laid.

you stay like that in comfortable silence, allowing both of your breathings to slow as you caress and scratch over her back. the movie falls thoroughly forgotten, your concentration on the way ellie’s heart beats steadily into your body, the way she twitches when you prod gently at a sore spot between her shoulder blades.

“love you.” you didn’t particularly mean to say it out loud, but you were thinking it compulsively. you always did.

she squeezes you a little in response, lifting her head up and pecking the side of your mouth. “love you the most.”

your eyes meet hers, holding the contact. she’d always had a way of looking at you, even when you first met. she looked at you like she saw you, was taking in every detail she could. maybe somehow knew things about you even you didn’t yet.

you lean in, capturing her lips properly. it’s gentle, languid — comfortable as your mouths move against one another, her hand coming up to rest at your jaw.

giving her a final peck before pulling back, you rest your forehead on hers. you run a hand through the side of her hair, voice quiet with an amused smile. “wanna get high and make out for, like… several hours?”

she perks up at that.

It’s the way Abby says she was 19 when she saw her dad’s lifeless body like she didn’t just do the exact same thing to another 19-year-old girl except this time, the girl watched her father figure die right in front of her eyes, in the most brutal way imaginable.

no because can someone help me manifest @luvsellie’s return cause i saw their post about missing my old account and, like!!! :(

sex w butch ! ellie ♡

once you're inside the lived-in warmth of ellie's farmhouse, things heat up fast— lips crashing, teeth grazing, hands roaming with urgency as a trail of clothing litters the floor behind you. she leads you to her bedroom.

she lifts you like it's nothing, strong arms flexing beneath her flannel as you wrap your legs around her waist. you giggle when she chuckles. "gonna be good f'me, doll?" she murmurs, voice thick, before tossing you gently on her bed.

you adjust yourself, propping up on your elbows to watch as she opens a drawer and pulls out a flesh-colored silicone dildo, adjusting the straps of the harness slung low on her hips. a soft buzz from the beer hums through your bloodstream— because you know sober, you'd be way too shy to stay calm in this situation.

"are you gonna make me a cow girl?" you tease, voice light, fingers twisting in her sheets. she hums, low and wicked, her rough, calloused palms dragging up the sides of your thighs, spreading you open like a gift just for her.

"bet you'd like that, huh?” she asks, licking her lips, eyes dark with hunger. “ridin' me til you forget your own name.”

it sends what feels like a million sparks racing down your spine, your body arching instinctively as your breath hitches. you nod absentmindedly, like your mind has been stripped down to nothing but want.

ellie smirks, eyes gleaming with control, and grabs a fistful of your hair. she gives it a firm tug, guiding you down, shifting your body until your lips hover over the tip. “c'mon, baby, get it wet for me.”

you obey without hesitation, pliant in her hands like a puppet. your tongue flicks out, circling the tip, tasting the silicone while you give her your prettiest wide doe eyes. she looks down at you like a wolf sizing up its prey.

once she decides it's slick enough, she pulls back slowly, her grip in your hair still tight. a string of spit stretches between your parted lips and the head of her strap before it snaps, dripping onto your chin.

she climbs onto the bed, resting her head on the pillows. her eyes rake over you, one brow raised. “get on,” she says, stroking your spit across the shaft of the silicone. “show me how much you want it.”

you crawl forward, straddling her lap, knees digging into the mattress on either side of her thighs. her hands settle on your legs, thumbs brushing slow circles. she tilts her head, “take your time, doll,” she whispers. “wanna watch you sink down real slow.”

you bite your lip, reaching between your thighs to guide her in. the stretch steals the breath from your lungs, your left hand landing on her clavicle as you lower yourself inch by inch, until your hips meet hers. “that’s it,” she groans, like she can feel every flutter and clench. “fuck, look at you.”

when you finally start moving— rolling your hips, grinding down— her hands tighten like she's holding herself back from taking over. “made to ride, hm?” she murmurs.

a pretty pout stays fixed on your lips, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. every slow drag down on pushes a soft whimper from your throat. it doesn't take long til your rhythm falters, hips sputtering, need taking over. you’re completely desperate to be full.

“please,” you whisper, the word breaking into pieces as it tumbles from your lips. “pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

you sound wrecked, and ellie looks completely satisfied. one hand trails up your back as she coos at you mockingly, her other hand cradling your throat with just enough pressure to capture your focus. “look at you,” she breathes, tilting your chin up. “all fucked out already? thought you wanted to ride.” she tsks softly.

she lets you get a few more desperate rolls in before halting your movement. “alright, that's enough, cowgirl,” she laughs, “wanna see that pretty face when i pound you.”

before you can get a response out, she's flipping you with practiced ease, your back meeting the mattress in one fluid motion. her strap slides free from your soaked cunt for only a second before she's gliding it back in, watching the way your mouth falls open.

“fuck. there she is,” she groans. her pace starting steady, deliberate, as if she wants to savor the way you squirm under her. “you like this better, baby?” she breathes against your jaw, peppering kisses between words.

you nod, whimpering, legs wrapped around her hips, urging her deeper. her hand slides between your bodies, the rough pad of her thumb circling your clit, making you gasp. “that's it,” she murmurs, “gonna fuck you like you need it.”

and oh, does she.

ellie wastes no time, handling you like a rag doll. she folds you in half, pressing your knees up into your chest, your thighs trembling as she repositions herself— strap angled just right. her thrusts grow rough, relentless, her hips snapping forward with the kind of force that makes the bed creak beneath you. she's not holding back— beating up your pussy like you never knew you needed.

the pressure, the stretch, the way she fills you up? fuck. your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as pleasure coils low and tight in your belly. ellie watches you, eyes locked on your face, the thin sheen of sweat coating her flesh worth every second of having you like this. “yeah,” she growls, hips snapping harder. “that's it, take it. just like that.”

your arms wind around her neck, clinging to her like she's the only thing keeping you grounded. your legs tighten around her hips, breathless moans spilling straight into her ear. “i-i'm gonna.. gonna cum—” you choke out, voice thin and breaking.

ellie presses a kiss to your forehead, letting you hold her there in that tight, overwhelming mating press. “cum on my fucking dick, baby,” she whispers— rough and reverent.

that's all it takes.

your whole body tenses, then breaks. your thighs twitch, loud moans tearing from your raw throat as you cum hard, clenching around her strap while she guides you through every intense wave.

“shh,” she mumbles, lips brushing your temple. “i got you, baby.”

her thrusts slow until she stills, breath matching yours in shallow, heated pants. she stays close for a moment, grounding you with her weight before gently pulling out.

you wince at the emptiness, but she's already moving— gentle and efficient. she cleans you up with care, dressing you in something warm. she settles beside you, strong arms wrapping around your limp frame. “did s'good for me, baby,” she mutters, voice low and soothing, mouth brushing your hair.

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