gamer!reader x needy!subtop!ellie + ellie waking up w morning dew + reader playing console whilst laying stomach-down + ellie whinily humping your ass + transitions into flat iron + neglecting to feed her attention + ellie gets very bitey + then transitions into bare pussy on ass grinding + THEN tribbing + overall caring for a sleepy, needy ellie drabble when. i'm cooking

thinking about the succubus!reader x loser!ellie idea i vaguely schemed about in december.. let me re-add that to my stockpile of upcoming ideas.. something about sub!ellie being a total loser when it comes to sex demons.. hrmnn.. midnight shenanigans in her college dorm.. hhhmnnn... drop ideas in my inbox or you want me burned at the stake... huurhhmmm..

ellie loves her sleepy girls, who can't sleep for shit! like; are your eyes burning for sleep? is your mind conceiving hallucinations? are your sentences practically just pouring out of your mouth with no logic and muffled tones? no worries! ellie and her cradlelike lap are at your beck and call— almost voluntarily. the moment you display a trickle of a nonfunctional, sleep‐deprived state, she's cupping fingers at the low nape of your shoulders and ushering you over, "c'mon– c'mon, you need rest– n'don't say no to me." gentle, cordial— yet of a stern biddance. her palm caresses like a soft, hot mist upon your forehead, bearing your sunken of sleep head in her comfy little criss-cross lap whilst she idles around in a video game lobby, mired in awe of your face framed by her worn legs. literally just sat there lulling you, cooing at you— even when you've fallen behind the curtains of dreamscapes, zonked out for good, "see how nice it is? laying in my lap.. hoggin' my blanket.. sleeping. just needed ellie to tell you to, huh?" can't even hear her, but she will unravel a tongue fit for rambles galore regardless.

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bro i so desperately need jackson!ellie to sit me on her lap, fondle my hips and thighs till her fingertips ooze into them warmly— tapping her thumb here and there, letting me rant her ear off with humdrums and fixations, humming sexy, "hmm?" and cooing, "yeah? tell me more." or, "aw, that's s'cute. you always been into that?" literally fucking me with her eyes meanwhile her sweet somethings are so innocently flipping my tummy AHHHHHHHH. need her to pin my pelvis down whenever i try to get up n go, "hold on— hold on, i wanna keep talking. m'not bored of ya yet." and gives me little pecks on the corners of my lips, or puckers those pretty buds to my neck while i ramble. UGHHHH

beating the loser jackson!ellie allegations by giving some more situations where im absolutely mushy under her thrall

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MDNI — ellie + lovers who are on the quiet side during climax. while she may dote upon every cute whimper or little huff you make due to whatever service of ecstasy she's enacting - whether it be oral, fingering, or tribbing - denial is fruitful when it comes to challenging her knack to fuck you into a scream, or two. "gonna show me your voice t'night, babe? 'want that old bigot next door to know how good he can't give it to his wife," rasping with her lips straying a fingerbreadth from yours, feeding you each syllable - and exerting each hump of her crotch into yours. you lay quiet and splayed, per usual, as her swollen, tepid clit brushes yours ever so slightly in muscle memory grinds she executes flawlessly - then glues the two buds together with the intent of bouncing on it - her favorite technique that you prefer. last time she did this, she caught you withholding every bite of the yelp that filled your airways and nearly escaped. so, a surefire way to louden you up now, right? well, not if the tightness threatening the knot in her clit eliminates her first, "oh— fuck, you comin' with me? comin' with— no? haha, god, how fast do i need to fuck you with my pussy? hmm?"

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thinking about painslut!ellie who likes getting scratched up by long nails.. ✮

nothing— and i punctuate nothing, compares to the painful bliss of feeling nails as whetted as a great white's jaw of knives tear red valleys into her shoulder blades. hell, ellie encourages you to mark up her back. not necessarily by words, though. a sort of fucking frenzy will kick in, and she'll embolden those claws to bite with her hips, rolling on yours, dragging her soppy folds all over your cunt. ellie angles herself in various ways; draws her groin under yours to hump your clit directly, positions and splays her pretty bush as she bounces on your bud, plasters her pussy full–on and circles the skin 'round. an unorthodox aim to get you wailing, "yyesss ellie!" as you cum against her puffy pussy and straightaway, without hesitation tracing your fingertips up her supple, dry–scored skin, you dip pressure beneath the jut of her shoulder blades and shred the flesh. "fuck! fuuck!" els' winces to your ear, growlish on the lobe as she nips it, "yeah, make me fucking bleed baby, fuckin' bleed." almost knurling her back into your clawing palms, seizing and clenching up her rump on your cunt as her cum spills lubricous and frothy inside your pussy lips, hiking herself up just so you could visual the honeyed webs keeping you two connected. "hurts so good, mhmm, so fucking.." but she is nay of breath and hazy of her heart and eye, the added zap to her climaxing core and the throbbing affliction of fresh crimson dashes oozing tiny beads of blood, sanguineous delight, offering of the pale mistress moon— has her merry to pass out. collapsing, her orangey sweat breasts fall to yours and squish like two pancakes, damp waist laying next, and lastly her chin hooking a home upon the nook of your neck, parting breaths she longs to not be livened of soon enough. "thank you.. thank y' thank— mhh, thank you." ellie recites a push of praises through your collarbone, her hand draped limp on your bicep wiping it's thumb so gentle with care, the ghostly graze dithers your brain a second— a moment you skip and fuzz the realization of a warm drip streaming on your rib during, the grasp of what that dribble was hitting you like a brick. "ellie, ur' back— y'need to.. huhh.. band-aid.." exhausted, little heaves clog your throat through the words, but ellie slacks her head up and renders them useless regardless, "mh–mm, it's fine. don't need 'em tonight." she gauzes your light worries in a tone that sifts through you, relaxes you, crafts you a reason to wonder 'why bother', and lie there lackadaisical as her kisses pepper cold on searing skin, a dozing meadow under the twilight sky of her sleepy gaze and in her arms like earth crust and soil fertile. sprouting in you a drug–like miasma that eats your thoughts and lulls your physical senses into a numb horizon, the last thing perceptible is the wash of air above you and a weighted thump beside you, leading you to believe ellie had bet on falling asleep as well, happy as a parakeet with liquid–iron proof of her bloody lovemaking flowing like a waterfall of bitterness down her back.

however, that proof had leaked and dotted the bedsheet come virgin daylight, adding one more thing to the laundry basket. ౨ৎ

✮ this some gamer!ellie type shit the grabbing the pants the pics bro i just know ellie would take photos identical to the first one before she starts playing/streaming. poses the camera high and slyly holds the controller on her thigh or in—between, the concave part of it hugging her crotch gently n captions it, "out here gaming w/o a pretty girl in my lap :(" and just casually sends it your way. or, like the 3rd one; has you snuggled supine next to her, asking you 2 'watch her play' but whenever you glance away or habit a sign of boredom she gives your thigh a lil squeeezeee a lil jiggleeee like honking a clowns nose. "babe— m'boutta race, gonna get first place fr' you." which is just an indirect plead of 'please watch' cause she loves impressing you, but rebukes the thought of sounding whiny, even in fuckin' mario kart— which i hc she hops on after mauling some misogynistic motherfuckers in cod. i need to write more gamer!ellie drabbles besides my fic 'the salvo project' guys guyys gays please give me an excuse (send ur ideas or berate me into making a headcanon post) (ALSO LMK IF U WANNA BE ON THE TAGLIST FOR THAT UPCOMING GAMER FIC) (NEW GAMER!ELLIE CONTENT DROPPED)✮

also do you think she ever tried vibing you w the controller when it starts rattling

lorddd let this woman breed meeeeeeee flipp me overr rawdog meeee poleaseeeeeee i am cawing i am barking i am losing sight in my left foot godddd

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she would so fuck you in front of or against a mirror, poised from behind, jeans piled at her ankles and your bottoms thrown to god knows where, picking your leg up, thrusting into you and snaking her free arm around to toy with your clit. peppering your labored shoulders with bites, arms holding onto her hips from behind for dear life while she mutters, "you lookin' at my cock babe? better be, m'not fucking you in front of a mirror for nothing." might even try to wedge her fingers in your cunt, strap still thrusting in there, it fucking excites her knowing she can spread you wide. wide enough to break tears, to crack a groan. inches her torso away from you, tugging the hem of her tank up and nicking it between her teeth just so it'd show off her stomach, toned abdomen fixtured by a v–line and small freckles, barely visible auburn bush, crotch bashing into your pussy with sweaty, hot smacks and purely loving the view she's got of you from behind. "arch that back for me baby, c'mon– little more, wanna get deep in that pussy." admittedly, very much a draft idea I've had for so long, it was abt ellie fucking you inside a jackson boutique dressing room or sumn. never got to it, unsure if the idea would serve 🥱 maybe one day..

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bro high!ellie is the typa girl to strap you, lazily. bro begged to fuck you after a session yet can't even fuck you properly. im talking lying on her back, supine, legs slightly bent at the knee and splayed, asking you to "mmmh– bounce on it, yeah.." in like the most dazed out, slurred, hoarse tone ever. she thinks that by planting her wimpy palms on your hips counts as 'guiding you' except she literally just has them glued there, moving with your hoisting thighs. her eyes are bleary and beat, hazy hung–lidded and puffy with all sorts of redness, sparsely able to see through her squint. every sense in her upper body kinda just goes bleh and most of her senses activate around the area of impact. wet skin of your ass–crease just slamming down on her thighs, feels extra warm, so on and so forth. makes a bunch of low effort grunts and whimpers ranging from "mhh, mhh– mhmm.." to fucking "huh– uh, uhh~" but don't get her wrong, it still feels incredible and the kickback to her clit dragging on the silicone base just absolutely flames those hormones up and gets her pussy throbbing, ready to squirt all over those sheets. i hc she is more likely to squirt during high sex cuz the control of her muscles is dismally lacking and she gets more swept up in the moment. oh my god and when she cums her fern green eyes just roll back to where you can only see a quarter of them, lashes flitting, her hands seize up and craft clawed marks, torso spasming up like she's abt to curl into a ball and just lets loose. her orgasm moans would be strangled and exaggeratedly grunty like "uhh– fuck, ohhhhh, fuck! m'cuhhhmin–"

and that's my major thought for tonight. high!ellie lazily eating you out??

imagine her eyes like this ౨ৎ

⋆' thinking abt horndog!ellie who loves pinning you under after rewarded with one measly kiss. try as you may, but she'll wrestle to be on top of you when she's feeling frisky. otherwise, pulls you forcibly on her hips. straddle or be pinned. no in between. looks up/down with those shamelessly motivating puppy eyes, brows burrowing a concave arch, eager fingers rubbing shapes near your crotch. she wants it terribly bad. and you can always tell. horny ellie who gnaws at her lip with a smirk, barely abiding the time you take to undo her zipper, jostiling her hips just way too much. the reek of sex drives her insane. forgets to take her shoes off, pity her horny-muddled brain.

"can't fucking wait to see that pussy," she stiffly grunts behind grit teeth, little thrusts bouncing on your clothed cunt, "tight, pretty pussy full of me– mhh, yeah– keep fucking whining."

she can talk so dirty yet act so needy. so conflicting ♡ also fits in with a breeding kink cause like.. yeah, always wants to fuck.

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jackson!ellie who moans so comically loud when you use the vibrator on her for the first time and then proceeds to get embarrassed and covers her mouth with both hands layered, staring into space like she just leaked her credit card information.

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ellie the typa gf to have you on her lap, squishing her thighs down into a plush office chair while she's gaming. it's a bit bothersome to have someone obstructing your view but, god, when it's you, it's like her personal pillow. positively in love with the way you kiss along the groove of her jaw, nipping little pecks of adoration down her neck and latching off at her collarbone to start all over again 💜 can't deny the urge to slide her fingers off the keyboard and lax them above your hips, the plushy blubber of your sides, digging little lunar shapes into the skin. if u got stretch marks she will trace that shit with her fingertips, telling u how they're like coastal rivers of beauty chiseled into your skin, and that there is no shame in possessing them ♡ all with beady fern eyes fringed by dreary lids. drowsy in your natural belle.

'love these, babe. please don't hide them, hmm?' -circa her praising lips, obliging two squeezes to the crests of your cozy hips.

ellie also for sure knits her brows and hums whenever she fondles ur hips, like, it's that calming to her. she's poised behind you, palms caving over your swaying hips and her fingers and tucked beneath the hip bone – right in the cleft of ur thigh and crotch, strand of her russet hair dangling into your space when her face calls home in the angular nook of your shoulder. ♡ (ofc she'll repeat this gesture during sex, especially in straddling. the force of her grip guiding you to grind and bounce on her strap, huffing out small puffs with each smash down to her pelvis)

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MDNI ౨ৎ this is the most canon thing i ever thought of. but. ellie would get irrevocably horny if you said, "i want you to be my first time." hushed whisper hot on her ear whilst straddiling her pelvis. dude. like lightwork, she would buckle her arms around your waist and barrell roll you onto your back with the most mushroomed smile to ever fatten those bruised n mottled cheeks of hersss <3 panting like an idiot in sudden heat. wastes no whisper of time in yanking your fly off the rivet and rucking your jeans and panties off, slinking down the mattress to meet nose—to—clit basically, drenches herself in the lovely scent of your flooding cunt so wet for her.. makes the most aroused, eyes umbraging, breath—shuddering face ever while mumbling raspy, "shouldn't have said that— fuckk, m'not gonna be able to hold back, pussy all wet like that.." n she really can't.. palming her own engorged crotch to the sight of yours, ready to lunge with her mouth.

i'd write a blurb/drabble on that rn, but maybe it'll just be a part of this first time w jackson ellie fic I'm planning 4 the future. ALSO THE LIP BITE IN THIS UGHH

MDNI — movie nights with jackson!ellie/fwb!ellie, very slight breeding kink. sweetest gal you've ever befriended, and she's been inviting you over for sleepovers the past four years— well, it's not a matter of darkening your doorstep and asking in person anymore. it's routine nowadays; (1) friday sunsets, (2) her place, (3) bring pot (used to be board games, but you both found other forms of entertainment) and lastly - depending on whose turn it is to bring their movie of choice - (4) bring the disc. having said all that, recently, a fifth bulletpoint has been thrown into the bargain. you're unsure on why or when it's materialized or even became a fibre of thought - for all you know, it feels fucking good when she uses it on you. atop her disheveled, pale violet bed, you're half a drug and half a delicacy, "dina doesn't come around anymore. you're the only one— mhh, fuck, so fucking tight around me," her deep grunts melting into your ear so sugar-like, your brain begins to rot of her, and you forget what day it even is. it's lewd sweetness against the mediocre-quality audio of a movie - the exact one playing beyond the nude hill of her butt, dove in-between your cradiling thighs. one moment, she's combing the flesh of your thighs through the hungry teeth of her fingertips in desperation to have you closer - cock almost meshing your cervix, and in later moments, her groin is separating all gross and sweaty from yours, and unsheathing her length to ogle the slick dripping along the plastic veins - entirely obsessed. a beneficial obsession, with her best friend - and their cunt, "just what i needed before patrol tomorrow. god, can't believe you let me do this— you shouldn't've let me, this is— mhppt," clicking her tongue, she shakes her head and readjusts her hips, "shut up ellie, who gives a fuck." scolding herself through a bitten tongue, breath quietening, and finally plunging her cock in again. the sudden stretch then replaced by the wet slaps of her thrusts on your skin, a beat that makes one sigh heavenly in the thought of getting pregnant by it.

[ellie img from clicker_13 on pinterest. big text vers up for request!]

car wrapper ellie tbh.. ౨ৎ

the vision is fresh in my mind, and nonetheless, i'm still THROBBING at the mere thought-up imagery of ellie thumbing and smoothing your car with such tender and trained pressure in her fingertips— you wish you were in its place. established as a side gig in joel’s auto body shop, she wraps cars day-to-day, hour by hour, arranged inside a well-lit, decently compact garage swarmed with the whole hardcore shebang of grunge rock and various metal genres (with a biased cling to nirvana tbh). notorious outfitting; bare, freckled, and sun-showered arms, cut delectably at the shoulders by an off-white ribbed tank worn and sweat through. those hips fitted in some low-waisted, slouchy denim, accompanied by a small metallic carabiner clip that holds all of her jangly keys. and— most markedly, stud-pierced lobes with an industrial bar bridging one ear; absolute hottie alert. now, besides appearance and attitude, i think she has some sort of inherent apt for making girls swoon. doesn't even necessarily intend to— actually, whenever she opens her mouth, a total nerd comes out! though what seems to shoot right over her head is the fact that all her oral mannerisms and idle chit-chats of, “you sure you don't want me to take a quick peek under the hood? could save you a couple of bucks..” which, with a tone so tempting and drawled in such a convincing ‘advertisey’ way, ends up easily persuading girls and brings the heat to their cheeks. so, when she sways you, you decide to slump somewhere and watch. witness; consume her expertise with your eager pupils. ellie assures she'll only be a couple hours— but to rephrase it, those handful of hours spent chatting, eye-flirting, and chuckling silently to yourselves, always routes the afternoon into her tiny office where she eats the fuck out of your pussy.

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no i did not see those car wrapping videos on tt and no i definitely did not get this idea from them DENY DENY DENY

ellie the type to cockwarm you while in the bath, you sitting on her lap, strap fully sheathed in, and casually talks about the randomest shit like what happened in a specific savage starlight issue, or space, or science, then she just starts kissing ur nape and begins actually moving her hips. fuckin' "did you know if a white drawf star forms a binary system with another star, they can cause large stellar explosions? cool right? – 'gonna start moving now." and pushes your legs up, sloshing the water around with her thrusts. its funny to think abt but kinda hot

(ellie img from angel gbc)

(edit: no cuz I'm a space nerd too I would make her tell me all kinds of shit then get fucked till I combust like a red giant)