ellies-moth-to-a-flame

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it’s always okay for my moots to message me!! i love making friends ☺️🖤

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

Happy fifth anniversary to Tlou2!

I swear i need to see my friends irl and give them all hugs it is not a want it is a need

MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 *٭ ༅ ܀⚢

Seraphite Emily getting choked out, living out her fantasies

VALE!! tysm for tagging me ILY QUEEN!!🖤

@yokedtablet @grayandthyme @grotesquevi @justanotherabbystan @gardengnosticator @abbysreal-wife @inwithrin @elliescoquettegirl @ellies-real-wife

🫂🫂hugs to all my moots ily guys!!

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

Today marks five years since the release of The Last of Us Part II. I can’t fully express the deep connection I feel to this incredible game. It’s so much more than just a game to me, it has taught me invaluable lessons and will always hold a special place in my heart 🤍

Tagging people in posts feels like I'm sending the bat signal

“why are you smiling at your phone?”

um. cuz. my friends are silly

Currently listening to Jeff Buckley’s “Grace” album- and the second LYSCO began my ears perked up like a fucking dog and collide came back to me like a war flashback. I am forever destroyed.

i will never get tired of listening to lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley. the yearning, HIS VOICE. i just can’t get over it and it has to be one of my favorite songs in the whole world. I LOVE JEFF BUCKLEY!!🙏🏻

@valeisaslut knows exactly what i’m TALKING ABOUTTTTT🖤

BITING HER!

I'm so down for Santa Barbara, look at this cutie. I want to squeeze her cheek and kiss each of her freckles. She deserve to hear "you're beautiful" every single days

ELLIE IN EVERY SCENE 75/?

Vi's mechanic shenanigans

made a few ellabs doodles :)) do you guys agree on needing more short haired abby? Well I’m here to provide (the crowd cheers for boobies)

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

free use with els ؛ fingering u while u talk about ur day

“so, maria had me hauling supplies all morning...” you say, your voice breaking as you sinked back into the couch, your legs parted just enough for ellie’s hand to slip lower.

“It was—it was nonstop, my back’s killing me.” she chuckles, her fingers pushing your panties aside, finding you wet already, fingers circling your clit.

“poor baby..” she murmurs, voice all mock sympathy eyes locked on yours, watching you squirm. “keep talkin’ though, im listenin. tell me more.” her fingers dip lower one sliding inside you, slow and deep, you gasped your words stumbling.

“ellie! shit...” you moan your voice catching, hips twitching toward her hand as you try to focus, gripping the couch cushion.

“then—uh—tommy kept bitching about the fence repairs, like im supposed to—mhhp fix everything myself.” your voice breaks as she adds a second finger, curling them, pumping slow, her thumb brushing your clit.

“sounds like a lotta bullshit..” she whisper leaning closer, her breath hot against your neck, her fingers relentless, stretching you out, the sounds loud in the quiet room.

“you’re doin’ so good, though.. talkin’ through it while i fuck you. my tough girl, huh?” her words are sweet but teasing, her free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread.

“ellie, you’re—fuck, you’re not making this easy...” you whine, your voice high and needy head tipping back as your thighs trembled, her fingers thrust deeper, faster, her thumb circling harder.

“i—i was gonna say, then i had to— right there—deal with this kid who kept stealing tools, and—oh!” she laughs, her lips brushing your ear, her fingers pausing just enough to make you whimper.

“kid sounds like a pain in the ass.” she cooed her voice low, resuming her rhythm, slower, torturing you. “you good, babe? want me to stop so you can tell your story?” her tone is all innocence, but her smirk says she knows you won’t say yes.

her fingers curled, hitting that spot that makes you moan loud, your body betraying you. “don’t you dare stop.” you gasp, your voice raw, grabbing her wrist, urging her deeper, your hips rocking against her hand. “fuck, ellie! keep going, please, feels so— so good.”

“that’s what i thought.” she murmurs thrusting harder, her fingers slick, her thumb relentless, her eyes locked on your face, drinking in every moan, every shudder. “love hearin’ you like this, babe, all whiny and needy while you try to talk, tell me more, c’mon, what else happened?”

you try, your voice shaky, disjointed “i—uh —had to— fuck, ellie, i can’t—had to fix the gate, and—oh—it was freezing, my hands were—shit, faster.” ur words dissolve into moans, your body trembling, the pleasure too much, her fingers fucking you deep, her thumb circling fast, pushing you closer to the edge.

“freezing huh?” she teases leaning down, kissing your neck, biting softly her hand gripping your thigh harder. “bet i can warm you up, babe, cum for me, yeah?”

“ellie!” you cry your voice shattering, orgasm hitting as your body trembled clenching tight around her fingers, pleasure crashing through you.

she keeps going her fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing every shudder from you, her lips brushing your jaw. “fuck, that’s my girl, so goddamn pretty.”

exactly.

the way i wanna just bite down on her biceps is crazy.

yep... looking at the bow...

Guys is this too freaky be honest 0_0

I MISS CUTE FLUFFY ANGSTY FANFICTIONS WHWRE ARE THEY!!!!1!1!1!!1!1 I ONLY SEE SMUT!!!!1!1!1 I NEED MY HURT/COMFORTTTT!!! NEOWWWW

where i end and you begin

there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. I care so much I could literally vomit.

𝜗𝜚 — all i have to offer.

#needthat

domestic ellie come home to me PLEASE😣🖤

wrapped & melted | e.w

written by greenbuns

° . Pairings : Ellie Williams × Fem!Reader (you)

° . Contains : gf!ellie, softdom!ellie, cozy morning (kinda aftercare), slight nudity, skin contact, cuddling & snuggling, soft romance, clingy, lovey-dovey, taking a bath together, fluff fluff fluff, full of kisses and ellie is deeply enamoured with you

Rain taps gently against the windowpane, its soft rhythm soothing, almost like a lullaby lingering in the early hours of the morning. Outside, the world is shrouded in a gray hush, the streets damp and glistening beneath the kiss of dawn.

The red‑digit clock on the nightstand blinks; showing that it was six in the morning.

Inside the cozy apartment, the bedroom is cloaked in a dim amber glow from a single candle whose deep‑berry scent perfumes the air—sweet, tangy, and comforting. Clothing lies in disarray across the wooden floor, scattered trophies of last night’s fervent passion; Ellie’s soft flannel shirt draped over the armchair, one sock half‑stuffed into her boot, your own underwear tangled somewhere near the foot of the bed like a silken white flag of surrender.

Beneath a thick, off‑white blanket you are wrapped up together, a knot of limbs and quiet heat. Ellie’s arms encircle your waist as if she never intends to let go. Her head is tucked just below the curve of your breasts, your skin her personal pillow. Her cheek feels pleasantly cool on your warm torso, her breaths gentle puffs of air that graze you and leave goosebumps in their wake.

You drift in a hazy space between dreams and waking until a flutter of kisses brushes your neck—soft, feather‑light, the kind that say I treasure this and I treasure you. The affection woven into every press of Ellie’s lips stirs you more effectively than any alarm. A languid hum slips from your throat as your fingers instinctively slide into her short, tousled hair. She looks up at you, green eyes drowsy but brimming with warmth.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she whispers, voice hoarse with sleep yet tender enough to melt steel.

Your lips curve sleepily. “Hi," you murmur back, the single word coated in the honeyed haze of early hour intimacy. Ellie props herself on one elbow, brushing a stray lock behind your ear. Her palm settles on your waist, thumb drawing lazy circles that kindle sparks beneath your skin.

“You feel okay, baby?” she asks softly, searching your gaze. “Was I too rough on you?”

Last night rushes back; love, heat, hunger, whispered confessions spoken on shaky breaths. The way your moans and whimpers were the realest form of heavenly sound in her ears, and her green eyes lit like all the bright stars when she saw the entirety of you—raw, tender, and wild.

You swallow, heart swelling until it nudges your ribs.

“More than okay,” you say, cupping her freckled cheek. “I loved every second of it.”

Ellie’s lips lift into a smile so radiant it rivals sunrise. She leans down to kiss you—slow, reverent, savoring. When she finally pulls away you feel as if your soul has been dipped in warm sunlight. “Good,” she murmurs. “Because that sex, it healed me, babe."

You let out a soft chuckle before she continued, "Could practically provide a full fucking health insurance.”

Then you cackled, "Weirdo." And Ellie just gave you the stupid grin you fell in love with.

The candle flickers, casting soft shadows that dance lazily over the ceiling. Rain provides a steady backbeat as you and Ellie lie in each other’s arms, trading unhurried kisses punctuated by little sighs of contentment. She murmured gentle phrases in your ear like "you're so beautiful" and "can't wait to marry you one day" that made your cheeks heated. There is no rush in your world; the outside may be full of schedules and obligations, but here time stretches like liquid caramel.

Ellie snuggles closer, burying her nose against your collarbone. “Let’s stay in bed all day,” she proposes, voice muffled.

“We don’t have to do anything today,” you tease, tracing invisible patterns on the strong line of her shoulder.

“Exactly.” She lifts her head just enough to smirk. “Which means I get to do this.” A playful kiss to your chin, then your jaw, she went lower and doesn't stop until her lips kissed one of your perky nipples. Each press of her mouth is a tiny spark, and together they build a gentle fire in your chest.

Minutes—or maybe hours—slip by in a blur of half‑sleep loops. You drift off, wake to her fingertips twining through yours, drift again. Occasionally you talk in whispers about nothing: the dream she had where a dinosaur tried to steal your coffee, the song repeating in your head, the shape the rainwater makes on the balcony railing. There is intimacy in sharing the mundane; it is a different kind of nakedness, one that bares the heart.

Eventually the candle has melted into a berry‑scented puddle of wax and the rain outside softens to the hush of mist.

♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡

The bathroom was warm with steam, the windows fogged up, and the soft sound of water gently sloshing in the tub filled the space. The bubble bath was full, soft foam cresting over the rim, shimmering under the golden bathroom light. The air was heady with the scent of berry and warmth, clinging to your skin like a memory.

Your girlfriend insisted for you both to have a bath together. She claimed so innocently like her expression made of cotton, saying something like "the water crisis is increasing, must start using it wisely to support earth welfare" when what she actually wanted was to see your glistening naked skin pressed against hers.

Ellie stepped into the tub first, letting out a satisfied hum as the hot water wrapped around her sore muscles, the heat soaking into her skin. She settled against the back of the tub with her legs stretched out, arms draped along the edge, her toned frame relaxed, bare, and glistening in the haze.

She looked over at you with that familiar lazy smirk. “C’mere, baby. Water’s perfect.”

You slid in carefully, the heat rising up your spine, making you sigh out loud as it welcomed you in. Without a word, Ellie opened her arms and guided you back into her embrace, pulling you gently to lean against her chest. Her hands found your waist underwater, fingers splaying lovingly across your stomach.

Your back pressed into her front, her chin resting just over your shoulder. The warmth of the water was nothing compared to the warmth of her skin wrapped around yours. Every inch of you softened into her, into the comfort of being held, of being cared for.

“Mmm,” Ellie murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Perfect fit, aren't you?”

You smiled and let your head rest against hers. Her arms curled tighter around you, one hand trailing up to cup your breast under the water, giving it light squeezes, thumb stroking gently. It wasn’t sexual, not really. Not yet.

It was grounding. Intimate. Devotional.

“So pretty,” she whispered into your damp skin, her gaze coming back to you, "Feel good?"

“Like heaven,” you replied, voice low and relaxed. “I never want to move.”

“Take your time, baby," She kissed your shoulder next, slow and soft. “I've got you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as her fingers started drawing little circles along your thigh, the movements slow, hypnotic. Every few moments she’d shift to press a kiss somewhere new—the back of your neck, behind your ear—like she couldn’t get enough of you, like you were something delicate she was learning all over again.

“You smell like berries,” she mumbled, smiling without opening her eyes.

You chuckled softly, felt her breath warm on your ear, “That candle’s really working overtime.”

“Or maybe it’s you,” she teased, turning your face just enough to meet her lips for a kiss.

You kissed her back immediately, the hand on your thigh stilling as she leaned into you, water shifting gently around your bodies. The kiss was slow, deep, unhurried. Her tongue brushed lightly against yours, tasting you like it was the first time all over again. She held you tighter, the water sloshing softly as her knees bent to keep you nestled snug between them.

When the kiss broke, she didn’t pull far—just rested her forehead against the side of your face.

“You’re everything,” she whispered.

Your fingers found hers underwater and laced them together, “Sappy,” You whispered.

Ellie smirked against your skin, “You say that like you wouldn't let me get into your pants every night.”

She earned a little smack.

You turned in her arms just enough to kiss her again—more tender this time, full of quiet gratitude and aching affection. Her hands roamed your back, soothing, loving, like she was anchoring herself to you.

They stayed that way for a long time—just two bodies molded together in heat and silence. Even as the water began to cool, neither of you moved. Ellie shifted only to brush a few bubbles off your shoulder or adjust the way her legs cradled yours. You leaned into her, fully, completely, letting her hold all of you.

“Let’s never leave this tub,” you whispered, only half-joking.

Ellie nuzzled your cheek, her smile audible in her voice. “Deal. But only if I get to wash your hair.”

You laughed, heart full. “That’s your condition?”

“That and maybe.. " She trailed, her lips curled into a smirk, "Making out with you for like... twenty more minutes.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re irresistible.”

You melted into laughter, then into another kiss, and another, and then one more that didn’t end for a while. The tub may have cooled, but the heat between you hadn’t gone anywhere.

Wrapped in each other, hearts unguarded, the world outside could’ve vanished—and neither of you would’ve noticed. [•]

> thanks for reading i hope u guys liked it. good day/night <3

mutuals , when i die yall have full permission to say "on my dead friend" n then lie