Overstim With Sub!ellie

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“i c-can’t!” she whines desperately as you try to draw out of her the fourth orgasm of the night.

“yes, you can, baby. just give me this one and then we are done.” you coo while sucking harshly on her neck. adorning her soft, pale skin with red and purple love marks. all while pressing the vibrator right on her sensitive clit.

god, she’s so adorable. brows furrowed, lips pouting, green eyes glossy, cheeks flushed and the symphony created by her pretty little sounds is nothing short of perfect.

you turn up the setting to the highest level and she lets out a cry. a single tear rolls down her freckled face. she’s so fucked out, you could swear she can’t take it anymore. the truth is she loves it when you do this to her. but ellie being ellie, she’d never admit it.

“aww, are you crying?” you mock and she rolls her eyes at you. even in this state, she’s too proud to admit just how much power you have over her.

“shut up,” she says.

“watch the attitude, els.” you warn, pressing harder on her clit.

“nghhh, shut the- mmph- fuck up!”

you slap her soft, tear-stained cheek. with no time to even process it, all she does in return is moan. the pain doing nothing but enhancing the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

“oh, you liked that, huh? god, your are such a slut, els.” you tease with a smirk plastered on your face.

“i’m- fuck- sorry, mommy,” she pants. broken breaths trying to form a proper sentence.

you start noticing her chest rising and falling faster, her sounds getting louder. you know she’s close.

“fuck fuck fuck- i’m gonna cum!”

“mhm? cum for me, princess.”

the knot in her lower stomach finally snaps and you take it all in. the way her back arches, the way her legs close with a shake, they way she bites her rosy lip trying to be quieter but ends up letting out the sound anyway, the way her eyes roll to the back of her head. she cums so. fucking. hard. what a fucking sight.

once she comes down from her high she looks like the prettiest mess you’ve ever seen.

you tuck loose and disheveled hairs behind her ears, kissing her cheek and tracing soft circles with your fingers on her skin.

“you did so good for me, pretty girl. ‘m so proud.” your sweet voice whispers to her.

“fuck, that was intense.” she pants and you giggle.

“i know,” you say, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“mkay,” she responds, her voice raspy and sleepy, “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.”

BOYCOTT TLOU DAILY CLICK

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a/n: i feel sick from how bad this is lmfao. trust i will get better when i start writing consistently again

Hi! Can u make Ellie x Clumsy reader? Thanks 🫶

i'm terrifically clumsy myself so this is 100% self-indulgent

ellie's pretty fast on her feet and has good reflexes, so she always finds it funny whenever you trip on your own feet or walk straight into something. she thinks you're endearing and doesn't mind helping you out, a soft chuckle leaving her mouth every single time.

that being said, she also gets a mini heart attack every time you almost fall down the stairs or drop a knife too close to your foot. she's always keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't hurt yourself right in front of her because she really doesn't want to take her girlfriend to the hospital.

for that reason, she makes sure to warn you about the metal pole right in front of you or the table you're basically walking into. she'll tell you to "hold onto my arm, babe" and "make sure not to drop the bowl"

she's gotten so used to your clumsiness that, unless you actually almost cut your finger off, she'll just look over and mindlessly check in on you— "be careful, babe", "you tripped again?", "that was kinda funny, not gonna lie"

"shit– babe, be careful" you feel yourself being grabbed by the forearm to prevent a face-first collision with the floor. a small yelp escapes you, but you recover pretty quickly, straightening your back with a sheepish smile.

"oops, didn't see the step." you laugh at your own clumsiness, glancing behind you at the grey concrete.

ellie's left arm protectively sneaks around your waist, pulling you close to her to make sure you don't lose your balance again. her right hand finds its way to her chest, right where her heart is, to feel her speeding heartbeat.

"how did you not see the sidewalk?"

the auburn aired girl shakes her head at you with a half amused and half concerned sigh— you're going to be the death of her.

PALESTINE MASTERPOST and HELP WITH A CLICK + ISRAELI THEMES IN TLOU

he looks like my soon to be son <3

OMG YOU’RE BACK I finally found your account again I missed it so much

hiiiii baby 🩷🩷🩷

make you mine | 3 | e.w

summary: the morning after ellie’s drunken night with you, confrontations ensue and a new relationship begins to blossom. an unsettling anxiety begins to set in when you realize you’re going to have to keep what you and ellie have to yourselves. how long will it be before your sister finds out?

pairing: sister’s best-friend!ellie x fem!reader

contains: major fluff!, first kisses, established secret relationship, clingy!ellie, shy!ellie, she’s low key the biggest dork but those are the best kind, hickey (r!recieving)

word count: 3.1K

a/n: if you saw me post this yesterday, no you didn’t. i wasn’t aware of the strike until seconds after i posted it the first time and immediately took it down. but i hope you guys enjoy this. it IS a bit shorter than the other two parts but im hoping if there is a fourth one that we’ll get into more of the plot. this is a filler tbh.

FREE PALESTINE | DAILY CLICK | DO NOT BUY TLOU2 REMASTERED

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

You woke up to the sound of hacking and groaning.

Your heavy eyes force themselves open as you feel Ellie’s body shift from right next to you. You hear her mutter soft curses to herself as she lifts her body up to sit upright on her bed. You can hear her grab the Tylenol and water, taking a large gulp of the water until it is finished. Her body lifts up and off the mattress, grabbing the bucket and taking it out of the room.

Should you get up to show that you were awake? Should you wait until Ellie comes back?

As you hear the bathroom faucet turn on, you decide on getting up and out of bed as your shorts are itching at your skin. You slowly walk towards her bedroom door, grinning at her astronaut poster before making your way into the cozy hallway. You glance at the framed photos from Ellie and Sarah’s graduation, and a few other silly family ones with Tommy and Joel. You even caught a few with you and Hailee that you weren't aware that they had been framed.

You tiptoe into the kitchen and decide to cook up a hangover breakfast for Ellie. You tug open the fridge handle to grab the carton of a dozen eggs and the white bread from the pantry.

Eggs and toast are good, right?

When you turned on the stovetop, you carefully got out the pan from the cabinet. When you stood up, Ellie was standing right there in her boxers and tight black tank top. Ellie slightly jumped, seeming to have forgotten about your presence. You were about 97% sure she had also forgotten about the whole night before.

“Oh, Jesus. You scared me,” Ellie’s freckled nose scrunched up, probably due to her headache. She tilted her head to look at you, one eye-opening and a weak grin on her face before groaning out: “Morning.”

You scrunch your nose back at her, muttering a ‘morning’ in response. What were you supposed to say now? You place the pan on top of the burner ring, glancing at her as she slowly takes a seat on the island.

“You slept over?” Ellie hummed, scratching at her bandaged arm.

“Yeah, you asked me to,” you nod to confirm, leaning against the opposite end of the island.

Ellie’s brows seemed to rise at your words; not like she didn't believe you but more shocked that you even stayed.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Ellie admitted softly, picking at the skin around her fingernails.

You shook her head and turned your neck to stare at her side profile. She really was perfect in every way. You could stare at her forever.

“It was nothing, Els. Plus, I’m treating you to a homemade breakfast.” You shrug your shoulders before plastering on the strongest smile.

Ellie lightly chuckled at that before shutting her eyes tightly to ease the pressure in her head.

“Not to bother you but did I say or do anything that was just… questionable?” Ellie asked as she was now staring at your face, eyes darting between your eyes and lips.

You try not to show it on your face as every single moment from the night before flashes in your mind. The bathroom. Baby. How painful it was to be around you; not in the mean way but in the bittersweet way.

This was it. The talk that you were dreading from the night before. The sunlight from the large windows from the living room light up Ellie’s pale freckled face with a gentle yellow glow. Your palms were getting clammier by the minute.

“No, no, not questionable,” you laugh softly as you glance at the burning stove.

Ellie let out a breath of relief and shut her tired eyes. “Okay, good. I haven’t been this hungover… like ever.”

You frown at her as you open the flap to the egg carton, grabbing two eggs. You cracked them both, making sure they were separated as you began to fry them. Ellie was silent, head in her palms as she shook her head.

“I’m not drinking ever again,” Ellie groaned out.

You softly laugh at her dramatics, unraveling the loaf of bread to pop two in the toaster. The whole time you were cooking breakfast, you thought about how to bring up what she had said last night. Ellie was rambling about this new move she was going to learn on her board and that’s all you can think about.

Would she even believe you?

Would she dismiss it as her being drunk and stupid? Even if she did, you think that would hurt worse than her just not believing you whatsoever.

As you plated your and Ellie’s breakfast, you cleared your throat with a nervous smile.

“Actually, Els, I did wanna ask you about something you said. Well, a few things but they all… relate to one another,” you ramble out, the tips of your fingers tingling and the beat of your heart thumping in your ears.

Ellie’s eyes stared at you curiously.

“What did I say?” Ellie hesitantly asked as she took a bite of her fresh buttered toast.

You avoid her eye line and shrug your shoulders, poking at the egg in your plate with your fork.

“I may be reading into it too much but you kind of said that you feel guilty about thinking about me in a certain way. That Hailee would kill you if she knew,” you recited back to her, almost wincing as her chewing audibly stopped. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

A few beats of silence passed, your heartbeat racing uncomfortably quick. You looked up to see Ellie’s freckled face flushed a soft red and her eyes wide.

“Well, what do you think it means?” Ellie got out but not without again, avoiding your eye line as best as she could.

“That you have feelings for me.”

Your mouth moved faster than your brain could process as you needed to know the sober truth. Ellie’s pale flushed skin somehow deepened in color as she shoved the rest of her piece of toast in her mouth. You furrow your brows at her, tilting your head slightly.

“I do.” Ellie winced and shook her head.

While Ellie was expecting an annoyed expression, preparing herself for you to call her weird or anything derogatory. Or worse, being let down easy. But when you smiled at her, she felt her heart leap into her throat.

“To think drunk you has more guts than sober you does,” you tease with a soft laugh, taking a bite of your own toast.

Ellie’s jaw dropped at your words before she shook her head. “I was vulnerable and drunk. Fuck you.”

You let out a few chuckles before leaning forward into Ellie’s space with a bright grin.

“You know I like you too, right?”

“Well, now I do, yeah.” Ellie snorted, her blush still prominent on her features as she dug into her fried egg.

That was a lot easier than you thought. Huh. Who would’ve thought all it took was Ellie getting plastered for this to happen?

“So, um, I don’t mean to bother but do you have any clothes I could borrow? I’m not gonna lie to you. These jean shorts are so uncomfortable to be in.” You shyly asked as you were finishing up your own egg.

Ellie nodded and got up from her seat, looking you up and down.

“Yeah. C’mon. Pick out what you want.”

You ended up in a pair of Ellie’s baggy red basketball shorts and a plain black oversized tee. Ellie’s hands, respectfully, landed on your waist when you had stepped out of her room in her clothes. Her eyes seemed to be drinking you in like you had on a skin-tight dress.

“I could really get used to this,” Ellie hummed as her hands massaged your hips with a giddy grin.

“Good. Because you’re going to have to,” you state confidently, leaning in closer so that your nose was grazing over against her own.

Ellie’s smile grew at your words as she tugged you in impossibly closer, your hips touching. Her eyes were flickering down to your lips for probably the thousandth time. It was killing you how badly you wanted to kiss her. You had mentally checked that you had both brushed your teeth after you had both finished eating so at least your first kiss with Ellie wouldn’t taste like oil and eggs.

You’ve known her for half of your life and been obsessed with her for just about that same amount of time. A little kiss (or two) wouldn’t hurt, right? You looked down at her bandaged forearm, tracing the wraps.

“How does your arm feel?” You hummed.

Ellie, too, looked down at her arm, eyes flickering from you to the injured skin.

“Better. I think that kiss really helped with the healing process.” Ellie cheekily said.

You tilt your head, eyes locked on hers as you hum to yourself as you are clearly distracted by the comforting green staring back at you. Ellie’s eyes looked down at your lips, the burning stare becoming unbearable. You lifted your jaw ever so slightly, hoping she would get the hint.

Ellie didn’t hesitate before closing the empty space between the two of you, humming against your soft lips. You follow her movements, hands on her freckled shoulders before they cup at the underside of her sharp jaw. Ellie’s rough hands were holding onto your waist only in ways that you would daydream about.

The kisses slowed into feather-soft pecks and Ellie’s lips followed down your hot cheeks to your collarbone. Your head tilts back as your hands run through her short hair, nails scratching at her scalp. She hums along the skin at the feeling of your fingers. Your hands moved down to her upper back as you felt her lips take the skin in between her teeth and nibbling on it.

“Ellie,” you warn teasingly.

Ellie pulled away after a few more seconds of sucking and tugging on the skin, smirking to herself at the reddening mark. Your chest was rising and falling with excitement as you kissed her once again.

“What?” Ellie replied innocently to which you shake your head.

“If there’s a hickey on my collarbone, Els, I get to make an even bigger one on you,” you tell her with narrowed eyes.

Ellie chuckled at you and muttered an ‘oh no’ before tugging you back to kiss you deeply. You smile like a love-sick teenager against her lips and resting your forearms on her shoulders.

The two of you spent the rest of that morning talking about what you felt for one another but that one thing is certain: you weren't going to tell Hailee. At least, not yet.

You both wanted to enjoy this and keep this between the two of you so that you could figure out your relationship on your own. Your mom wouldn't know, Joel wouldn't know, your friends wouldn't know and Hailee sure as hell won’t know.

If you were going to be honest, it seemed like it was going to be quite easy for the most part. Hailee was a little preoccupied with building her relationship with Vincent so that actually went well. You guess you and Hailee were the same with relationships: more private about it.

However, that didn’t stop Hailee from hounding you the second you stepped into your house that afternoon. You were on a bit of a high from spending time with Ellie, cheeks flushed and heart full.

“Where the hell have you been, dude?” Hailee grimaced at your appearance, eyes squinting from the living room couch.

You shut your tired eyes as you shut the front door, turning the lock once and kicking off your shoes. You had your change of clothes in a neatly folded stack underneath your arm. “I had to sleep over at Ellie’s. She was fuckin’ wasted, Hails.”

Hailee blinked and her eyes lowered from your mess of hair to the clothing that was very clearly Ellie’s. You moved out of her view, making a b-line to the kitchen to grab a cup from the cupboards to get water from the fridge.

“She never texted me about it,” Hailee furrowed her brows and looked down at her phone.

“Well, maybe because she could barely stand,” you quipped as you took a sip of your water.

Hailee looked up from her phone, ready to make a snarky comment when she looked you up and down slowly. Like she was examining you.

“Are those… Ellie’s clothes?” Hailee questioned, trying not to make it obvious that she was weirded out by it.

You shrug your shoulders and glance down at the baggy tee on you, forcing your blush back into your body. It wasn’t too oversized to the point where if you adjusted the shirt in any way, she might see the dark hickey Ellie left on your collarbone.

“Yeah. I was uncomfortable in jean shorts,” you pointed to your previous outfit that was folded onto the counter. “It was riding up my ass.”

Why the hell was she asking you so many damn questions?

“Alright, weirdo. You wanna get donuts? I’m starving.” Hailee changed the topic as she typed rapidly on her phone, a smile creeping onto her lips.

You snort at her and shake your head.

“Sure, yeah. I’m driving though.” You mention, holding up the keys to your shared car.

“God, fine. Mom said I need to practice more so I’ll drive back,” Hailee rolled her eyes and made her way to the front door.

The sibling banter almost made you forget about the entire morning and the previous night you had. How you nearly spilled about the make-out session you and Ellie had. Arguing weirdly always made you and Hailee feel closer as odd as it sounds. Like you could tell her anything.

Maybe this was going to be harder than you expected.

Two weeks passed and you and Ellie were finally able to go out on your first date. Hailee had informed you, your mom, and Ellie that she and Vincent were going to the more city part of where you lived to go eat at some fancy restaurant she had heard of. You were quick to send Ellie a text about it.

hailee and vincent won’t be home tomorrow…

i should probably ask u out rn right?

if u want a gf, yes! :)))

will you go out on our first date tomorrow pretty girl?

YES 😫

im gonna pee im so excited

maybe i regret it already🙁

no u don’t

no more touching my ass since u wanna be acting like that

:((((

noooo you’re so sexy pls😣

hmmm sexualizing me smh

im attracted to ur heart and soul baby ;)

much better <3

ok but actually where should we go

call me and we’ll talk about it xx

Before you knew it, you and Ellie walked hand in hand as you journeyed through the Natural Science Museum. Very fitting for you and Ellie — especially Ellie. You had way too much fun as you took various photos on your digital camera of Ellie posing next to different skeletons of dinosaurs copying their poses. It all felt so natural and comfortable to be so couple-y with the auburn-haired girl.

“You’re such a dork,” you say with a big smitten grin as you snap another photo.

Ellie put her arms down and motioned for you to pose as well. “Come on, you know you want to.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before handing her the digital camera with a soft chuckle, walking over to where she was in front of the podium of the history of the dinosaurs. You copied the T-Rex’s little arms and dropped your jaw. Ellie snapped the photo, smirking behind the camera.

“I have never been more attracted to you,” Ellie spoke with an equally giddy grin.

This time, you flipped her off which she all too happily captured the memory of. You walked back over to her and snatched the small gray camera from her palm and jerked your head towards a sign that was dangling from above.

In big bold letters, it read ‘planetarium’.

Ellie’s brows furrowed in confusion for a moment but quickly was replaced with excitement. She grabbed your hand and practically sprinted to the entrance of the planetarium, dragging you along with the sound of her Converse squeaking on the floors. People gave you weird looks at how elated the auburn-haired girl was but you weren’t paying attention to them.

You were focused on Ellie’s adorable smile that could be framed and how she leaned into you to kiss your cheek. The two of you sat down in one of the middle rows in the dome theater. There were only a few other people scattered throughout the seating area which made you all the more comfortable to rest your head on Ellie’s clothed shoulder, a content sigh falling past your lips.

Ellie’s green eyes shone with interest as the screen played an animated movie that you think was about the cosmos. You were honestly too focused on the pretty girl right next to you. Ellie lowly whispered to you about how ‘fucking dope’ everything looked. You did agree.

Space was unknown to you and most but Ellie’s little comments here and there over the narration made you all the more intrigued.

“Hey,” you whisper to Ellie as her eyes flicker from star to star.

Her head turns first before her eyes follow, attention locked on whatever you need to say.

“Hey,” Ellie whispered back, a small grin on her lips. “You okay?”

“Just wanted to say that… I’m glad to see you so happy. It makes me happy, Els,” you shyly admit, one of your hands tracing her veins on her arms.

Through the dim lighting of the theater, you swore you saw Ellie’s freckled cheeks deepen to a pink hue. She didn’t hesitate to take her free hand to nudge underneath your chin to kiss your awaiting lips. You follow the gentle movement, sighing against her with contentment. She pulls away ever so slightly so that your noses are brushing past one another.

“I’m always happy when you’re around,” Ellie admits, her thumb brushing over your chin as her eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

Overwhelmed with joy, you ended up whispering with a teasing grin: “Sap.”

Ellie just pecked your lips with an equally teasing grin.

“Takes one to know one,” she mutters under her breath.

You didn't deny it.

You didn’t want to either. Yeah, you were both saps but who gave a fuck? You felt happy. So fucking happy. You rested your head back on her shoulder, cuddling into her inviting touch. Her head leaned onto your own, a content smile on her lips as you took her hand in yours.

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