Busting A Nut At The Family Dining Table AUUGHHH

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so like.

touch starved

cw; non-con. mentions of death. mentions of sexual intercourse with a corpse. mdni. mentions of cannibalism. slight mentions of stalking. mentions of blood. cannibal!ellie. g!p ellie. top!ellie. dom!ellie. fem!reader. making out. p in v. fingering!r (receiving). oral!r (receiving). reader is friends with ellie. (barely proofread, sorry!!)

a/n; i have been seeing how much hate this fandom (TLOU) has been receiving, so i would like to start by saying that i do not participate in any of the activities mentioned below. if you do not like these types of fanfictions, or these themes make you feel uncomfortable, then please just scroll, or block me! i truly don't care either way. but do not waste your time trying to bring someone down on something they worked very hard on and have a passion for. as you can see above, i put the more mature details of this story in bold and red so you don't miss them! it is truly horrible to see all of these miserable people on the internet trying to get reactions out of people who write for a specific audience. my heart goes out to every fanfic writer in this fandom who is receiving these mass loads of hate. love you all <3, hope everyone is doing well.

starved was an understatement for what ellie had felt all her life. she was famished; ravenous, even, for some kind of human affection.

ellie was a girl who had never felt the love of another human's touch. until she met you, that is. ellie had been aching to feel your skin on her, inside of her, absolutely everywhere on her body for evermore.

you entered her life like a radiant luminance, with your gleaming smiles and bubbly energy. god, ellie loved all of it. she adored every single one of your actions, even as simple as taking a breath. was obsessed the right word? probably.

it wasn't much of a coincidence that the two of you met and became such close friends in such a short matter of time. ellie knew everything about you already; watching you from across the street for months, seeing you bring different girls into your bed every now and then (which she hated), getting high, getting dressed, and oh, her most favorite; touching yourself.

ellie treasured the sight of you pumping two of your fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, sometimes using a vibrator. all of it, as long as she got to see your perfect body and even just slightly hear your sweet moans. she would get off to it herself, recording you discreetly from her window and using the video for her own entertainment later.

the daystar was setting ever so slowly through the thin, lace, aged white fabric of your curtains, lightly blowing into your room from the cold wind outside.

you were laying on your tummy, painting your nails a dark cherry red shade, meanwhile ellie was nimbly skimming through some of your magazines to make time pass by. "s'bored..." she would mutter. you would simply roll your eyes, not paying any attention to her as you continued to swipe the small brush over each of your nails very delicately.

"c'mon, let's do something fun! you've got a bunch'a crafts in your garage, bet we could do somethin' with those." ellie proposed cheerily. you just shook your head and kept painting your nails.

ellie knew you were busy, but she was craving attention from you; the only person who had ever showed her any. sometimes when you got quiet like this, it made her nervous. were you shutting her out for good? getting bored of her?

ellie dramatically flopped down face first onto the mattress next to you, causing your hand to move and spill your nail polish all over your freshly washed, white comforter. great.

you squealed and quickly sat up. "fuck!" ellie's eyes went wide. shit, this was not good. you were already mad enough at her. "ellie—" you started, craning your neck slowly to give her a stern glare.

ellie's heart was pounding furiously. "i-i'm sorry! s- it- let me clean it! i'll wash your sheets, buy you new ones. please, i'm so sorry," ellie rambled on and on. you didn't care that much about the sheets. the annoying part was having to restart your nails, which were looking so good!

you rolled your eyes and moved the nail polish bottle off of the bed, along with yourself, slowly crawling over the mattress and hopping off. ellie stared at you with wide, eyes that were begging for forgiveness. "please..."

you almost laughed at her pleading. "fine, wash my sheets then. you know where the laundry room is," you ordered. ellie scurried off of the mattress and onto her feet, bunching your soft sheets and comforter up into a ball so that she could carry it in her arms.

after that series of events, there you two were again; laying on your bed, fresh sheets on the mattress which ellie helped you put on oh so sweetly.

you laid peacefully on your back, shirt moderately rising up from you raising your arms up to hold up a book over your head. and that sight was delicious to ellie. delectable. mouthwatering. ellie swore she drooled a little at the sight of your plush tummy seeping through the cut of your tank-top.

ellie's hand nearly clawed out to touch your arm. you hummed softly at the feeling, turning your head on the pillow to eye her. ellie's only focus was your skin. she needed to touch and feel and grab and taste every part of it. she desperately needed it. pathetic crush it was.

"y'good, els?" you questioned obliviously, not a clue what was going on in ellie's dirty, disgusting mind.

poor ellie; all she wanted to do was consume you, lock you up, keep you with her forever somewhere safe. maybe that place could be her stomach, your sweet body digested deep into her guts.

"uhm... ellie?" your voice snapped ellie out of her fantasies, shifting her gaze back onto yours. you let out a sweet laugh and shook your head. "whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"

ellie shrugged and sat up, you mirrored her motions. "nothin'..." you didn't buy it.

ellie sighed and looked into your glistening irises, which were angled perfectly to get hit by the sun just right. you huffed out a small laugh of confusion and tilted your head. “c’mon… what’s goin’ on in that brain of yours, els?”

ellie scooted her body real close to yours, placing a gentle hand on your knee. “‘dunno… just wan’ be close for a little i guess... that ok?” her whispered tone sent shivers down your spine. you nodded and leaned into her touch.

this was all a little confusing. you knew ellie was a touchy person, but usually she was more open about it. now, she was acting so shy all of a sudden. nonetheless, you returned her friendly affection.

ellie sunk her head down into the crook of your neck. you didn’t mind, just a little caught off guard. “y’alright there, ellie?”

ellie nodded against your neck and breathed in your sweet, delicious scent. oh how badly she wanted to eat you up right now. literally…

ellie had fantasized about taking big chomps out of you many times before. it was all your fault. all your fault for looking so goddamn perfect and delectable and appealing and… edible. you drove her crazy.

ellie’s mouth started moving instinctively over the soft skin of your neck. you knitted your brows together in confusion and backed away slightly. “ellie—“

“please.” she stopped you. you gave her a dumbfounded stare, but ellie was quick, quicker than you thought. her lips were on the side of your neck again, moving ferociously against it.

“need you, s’bad,” ellie blabbered against your neck in small mutters. there was nothing you could do to stop her, her big hands already navigating towards your hips.

“els—“ ellie silenced you with a hungry kiss.

the wet noises of your pink muscles moving together sloppily filled the room. lips smashed on one another’s, slowly inching closer and closer until you were sitting on ellie’s lap.

ellie’s hand fumbled with the waistband of your skirt, then quickly delve into the abyss of your panties; feeling around on your already drenched folds. “shit, s-so wet…” ellie mumbled mindlessly, her brain going all fuzzy.

you whimpered and started to drag your cunt along her fingers, trying to get some sort of relief for the ache in your pussy.

ellie caught this and started rubbing her fingers rhythmically on your clit, forcing a whine out of you.

ellie hadn’t even noticed, but her mouth already started to chew on your neck again. you obviously didn’t notice this either, even with the amount of force she was using to try and break the skin so that she could really taste your flesh.

once ellie broke the skin, she plunged two of her slim, slick fingers into your little hole to try and distract you. this was all so, so wrong. ellie was going to eat you, that was her plan.

and she didn’t even feel guilty about it.

ellie just kept nibbling on your neck like a little chipmunk. she was already addicted to your taste. more, she needed more.

ellie stuffed her fingers in and out of your cunt with an even faster pace. ellie’s teeth were dragging all over your neck, biting and chewing every part she could reach while thrusting her digits into your greedy hole, slamming you back down onto them after each pump.

poor you; all dumbed out and begging her to stop. but ellie was starving. who was gonna deny a starved woman her favorite food?

you threw your head back; perfect. even more leverage and bare flesh for ellie. desperate moans and whimpers escaped through your mouth as you ground and circled your hips on ellie’s fingers, rutting your pussy against them to hit all of the right spots.

“fuck.. taste s’good,” ellie mumbled. the skin on your neck finally started to break off into ellie’s mouth, leaving you with an open wound that you didn’t even take mind to. you could only think with your cunt.

“g-gonna cum! shit!” you screeched and started to move your sore hips faster on ellie’s fingers. although, ellie was too focused on tasting you to even care or give you permission.

you came in hot floods all over ellie’s hand, drenching her wrist and down completely. but this didn’t stop ellie from eating you, no. she kept her hungry mouth on your throat. and you; too fucked out already to notice. gentle little thing you were.

ellie hummed against your neck, bringing you back to life a little. you jumped when your eyes angled down and saw the bloody mess around ellie’s mouth. “ellie!” you squealed, using all of your force— not a lot at the moment— to pull away.

ellie lapped up every last drop of your blood and plunged her fingers into you again, a loud whine slipping from your lips.

“what the fu— i— ahh!” your protests slowly turned into desperate, helpless whimpers again. whimpers of pleasure and pain.

ellie dragged her teeth down your neck and onto your collarbone, nibbling on the skin around the bone. “y'smell so, so good, doll. could eat you all day…” ellie whispered.

“been wanting to do this— mmh— for so long… shit.” ellie rambled on and on as she fucked you with her fingers and ate your skin off, piece by piece.

ellie finally took her blood-stained mouth off of your neck and used her teeth to tear your shirt off, the same with your bra.

she started to bite down on the plush skin of your boob, ripping a harsh hiss from your throat.

“stop! t’hurts, ellie! ah!” all you could do was move on her fingers in hopes that she’d stop. but no, ellie kept chewing on your tit until the skin broke, blood dribbling out of it.

tears bubbled up in your eyes and ran down your rosy-pink cheeks, all the way down to hit the top of ellie’s head. “cant t-take it!”

your hiccuped cries of pain and pleasure bounced off of the walls as you tried to push ellie off of you, while she only used her free hand to pull you back even closer, needing more and more of your intoxicating skin.

"h-hurts so bad!" ellie really didn't care for your pain right now. she was hungry, and you were the only thing that could fulfill her cravings.

so, she kept eating and eating while finger-fucking your little pussy, forcing lewd pornographic noises out of your open, o-shaped mouth.

of course, ellie cared about you as a person. she was obsessed with you and loved every single part of you. why would she have stalked you for four months if she didn't? but right now, ellie could only think with her stomach. and the only thing her stomach was saying was: "more, more, more. hungry, hungry, hungry." she had to do this.

"no! no!" you begged pathetically, practically screaming. you prayed that at least one of your neighbors in the small apartment complex that you lived in could hear you. maybe they didn't care either.

"you— you don't understand. i need this. so bad. need you." and like that, you were on your back, blood gushing from your left boob and half-eaten neck.

so, ellie sunk her teeth back into your throat and just ate. she was going to eat until she was full; full of you, no matter how long that took. she was going to savor this moment.

ellie slipped out of her jeans, kicking them down onto the bed. she growled into the gushing hole on your neck as her rock-hard cock nudged against your sopping wet folds.

as you slowly lost air and blood, ellie started to shove her girthy cock inch by inch into you, your tight hole gripping onto her, even half-concious.

ellie gave you no time to react— not like you could— before roughly thrusting her cock deep inside of you and starting to eat from your neck down. you let out a lazy screech in half pain half pleasure as you felt ellie's teeth bite down on the skin between your collarbone, immediately breaking it until she was only teething on the tough bone.

the amount of blood you had lost was far too much, causing your vision to go all blurry. “w-wait!—” and that was when you blacked out. ellie didn't care. she continued to pound her thick cock into your cunt and groan against your chewed-off skin.

ellie took a break from fucking your poor, abused pussy to instead snacking on the top of your soft tummy. the flavor and texture of your skin was the only thing on her rotten mind.

she slurped and bit on it like a starved woman— well, she was—. ellie took her time switching between fucking your hole and chewing on your skin.

“gonna cum so fucking hard in this pussy— mmph!” ellie huffed and puffed as she came, leaving her seed inside of you and her cream leaking out of your tight hole.

ellie ate her way down to your cunt, licking all that your nearly dead body had to offer. she bit and suckled on your clit a little.

ellie was somewhat happy that your voice wasn’t there anymore. no more telling her to stop, no more begging. she could do whatever she wanted with you now, and no one was every going to suspect a thing.

she pulled her head back with a loud slurping noise to spread your pussy lips open to see the sticky strings of your arousal and her own cum still spilling out of your hole, still stuffed with her cream.

ellie sighed and slowly nibbled her way back up to your face again, cupping one of your soft, deathly pale cheeks and running her thumb over the skin there.

“what a pretty little thing you were. so sad to see you go so soon, angel…” she cooed sweetly to you— well, more to herself. you couldn’t hear anything. you were gone now, completely gone. just a toy for ellie to stuff in her freezer and use when she felt like it.

and maybe she was going to regret this later. she wouldn’t have anyone to talk to anymore, no one to obsess over. plus, even if she tried to find someone new; no one could compare to you.

for the first time after very very long I’ve looked someone in the eyes and she had me sweating bullets for hours later.

i couldn’t pay attention to anything around me at all, and all we did was have 1 tiny interaction. i’ve been avoiding this for so long im starting to get scared i wont ever manage to let it go, i haven’t let myself feel it and i fear the way to get rid of it is let it through

i just want the year to edge to the end, so at some party or anything similar i can find her and sort of

“promise me to not tell anyone, and to forget this all happened, especially if your reaction is negative…. do you think im pretty?.. you’ve been in the back of my head and the subconscious of my attention for so long… im about to leave, so im asking you now incase of a rejection, so i’ll be able to handle it, but if not i can stay longer…”

i need to get this out of me, its not about kissing a girl, romancing a girl or feeling a girl, its about THE girl.

who knew that you wont just get over someone if you try to not feed into your feelings, but instead they will persist on coming out.

torment

-B.E.

A/N: teeny tiny blurb🍓

ᝰ🖋️: suggestive duh?!

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thighs clasped together, squirming on the couch with a fidget need at the tips of your fingers.

“whats wrong? something happen?” so caring, so sweetly worried,

“im tired, its getting late” so fake.

a head turning at the clock looking with a squint, a faint held-back smile with an undertone of amusement to it. “its winter, the sun is down but its eight. since when do you get tired so early?”

she knows, the avoiding of eye contact, the excess fidgeting, the subtle moving of your hips. just enough to get the energy out of them somehow, just enough to go by unnoticed if it weren’t her goal all evening to get you just like that.

“since the sun did too.” monotone, but pained. an ache at the cords to make your replied coherent. she wasn’t born yesterday, you’re not hanging out for the first time, its obvious. neutral facial expression with uneven breathing, focusing on anything ahead as long as its not her, blank stare, a deer in headlights.

but she wanted to hear it. “ohh is the poet becoming the poetry itself? well don’t let me stop you,” without looking at her you could tell she was smiling, “go on if you have to.” she knows.

no matter the courage or the amount of times you backwards count, you cant stand on your feet. you’ve been trying, for conversations now. “i-..” cutting your own self off, you tear your eyes off the frame on the wall, dragging them all the way to her. “i don’t think i physically can” cheeks set aflame, a shameful giggle making its way out your chest.

this friendship has always been playful, and each time it gets more and more effective - which is both good and bad. depending whose perspective you see it from.

even when she tries her best to not smile, her eyes always do. they always did, her mouth didn’t have to. “whys that? need help?” such a tone. what a tone. she knew just the right buttons to push, like a favourite video game, she knew just what to do, and she would know so even blind.

“fuck off.”

oh calling me a coward now? bold of you to assume that calling me that doesn’t just spur me on more, baby.

and i absolutely love lightcannon. i keep up with a lot of league of legends lore so i’m a big fan! i also have catra’s headpiece that i made myself, maybe i’ll have to show you some time!

and i get that it might be stalker behaviour but it’s geniunely just that we’re kinda maybe meant to be!

oh it’s almost like you know me so well. i think i’m enjoying this a lot more than i thought! i’m sure the time will come when i hit your dms, my pretty wolf.

you are something else, something that i cant wait to meet once the masks drop

i don’t know ANYthing league of legends related BUT!!! isn’t star guardian Jinx x Lux hinted to a crumb of context? i don’t know.. all i know is pretty girls.. opposite girls.. kiss kiss love..

Catra mentioned 🫡 you have to show me sometime, not maybe, you have to now

⤹ this you?

“One day we'll have a pretty wedding, and I'll be your everything We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part Oh, you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart” <- immediately thought of this at your comment on your stalker behaviour (im definitely dying first in a horror movie.)

you’re a twisted little thing and that has peaked my interest up to space, can’t wait to see the face behind this whole facade. i truly wonder, will you be able to keep up once you’re no longer a secret? or are you generally just this way?

hi pretty girl i miss you ☹️💕💕

shawty bae i was literally JUST in your dms rn💔

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻,

𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑵.

A/N: okay bear with me, this is a ‘poem’ (i don’t know what else to call it) that i wrote and when i read over it i realised some girls here would appreciate this imagery with their own infatuations, so whilst its not written like fan-fiction i felt generous enough to share it and i hope at least 1 of you will like it, best part is that you can picture any one of your favourite girls!!! Instead of a name i call the other character “Pretty”, so keep that in mind while reading, and again, this isn’t written like fan-fiction, but still i would appreciate it if you gave it a shot and told me what you think ♡

tags: lesbian only, think anyone!, femme!r, metaphors, suggestive, nsfw undertones but they are so slight and hidden beneath the wordplay that i can’t really count this as nsfw, sadomasochistic in a way, did i forget something? Let me know!

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I don’t want a cottage, i don’t want a life in simplicity and independency. I want a castle, i want an abandoned mansion adorned by vines hugging it long after solitude fell cold and loveless upon its very walls.

I want to hear the floors creak with every step, i want to hear the tremble of the floors effortlessly mirror the tremble of her legs, i want to have her, Pretty, and i want to keep her on her toes. I want, behind her gaze, to be as unpredictable as the grass around the mansion, a neglected ring of hues of green. Tall, short, eaten, rotten.

I want to give her the world, and i want to make her spin in the middle of it, i want to give her everything and make her feel like in a moment she could have nothing.

I want to make her dizzy and i want to make her euphoric, i want to see her scared and i want to hold her close, be the one to comfort her, Pretty.

I want our clothes to dance against each other when the weather drops and i take her out on walks, on the endless garden we’ve named ‘our hearts’ that no matter how long it’s been there for, untouched, unloved, uncared for, it just never seems to end.

I want her to let me tear her cotton fabrics apart and off, torn by grinding teeth and claw-like nails, hungry like a centuries-old vampire, lifetimes of self control and respect disintegrated in the very same time span Pretty’s clothes get ripped. Carefully laboured fabric, soft as freshly laved hair, made with the selfish, miserable thought of this granting them extra bread on their dinner plate.

And she would, she would let me tear her apart in one shared gaze. She would let me hold her and scratch her open, she would let me wound her because she knows i’ll be the one to heal her up again. And she knows i’ll do it before she can build the thought of asking me to.

She would let me darken her vision under the noon sun, heating and blinding. She would let me bruise her neck, violet splats trailing down her body like a rosemary. She would let me reach her depths and spin them around, it’d be nothing new to her, as long as her world is intertwined with mine she’s always spinning, she’s always dizzy. She would let me cradle her head as i treat her like fresh meat in aching, starved hands, because i’ve done so another hundred times, and each one she only seems more unwilted than the last.

Because she knows she’ll get me back.

Because she plans on making my darkest nights luminous, and she knows i’ll let her. The story is always the same; she unwraps me like a one-of-a-kind royal heirloom, her touches vigilant, precise on what she unfolds, what lies beneath her hands. And she knows i don’t fancy peace, her words forming clear juxtaposition to her touches, there are no blurred lines, my sense of touch and my sense of hearing are in two completely different words, and yet they co-exist in the pits of my stomach.

But like every child asking their parent to tell them a bedtime story, it doesn’t matter if its always the same, they always enjoy it the same. At the end of the day they fall asleep to it every time.

I’ll let her unwrap the lace off the corset, i’ll let her loosen every layer, watch the silks fall off my form, i’ll let her tell me the harshest things that leave my throat closing in on itself, as her hands soothe around my flesh getting me to ease up. She’ll rock me back and forth from being velvety to being cruel, i know it, and i will let her.

Because it takes two to dance, if you’re unable to match the other’s rhythm what’s the fun? It’s only enjoyable when you’re both having fun. 🫀

haha thing was a little bit pale but i loved him nonetheless. i have so many pictures of him on my shoulder or on my head. the glue from putting him together kinda got in my hair though ://

i adore matching costumes! i think wenclair (especially in season 2) would be an iconic costume for us.

says you who’s driving be absolutely nuts with how you return my energy + you’ll learn spanish in no time, cara mia.

and yes, i do. so lovely it’s almost sickening.

its okay if your hair got messy because its thing, and we love him

i’ve never had matching costumes with anyone before if im honest, this is a calling that needs to finally be done

i would return your energy + 10x more if you’d take me out the spotlight and to the backstage thats your dms but noo ( •̀ - •́ )

i trust your word to your abilities to teach & mine to learn, and trust me i could rot your teeth with how sweet i can be!! you better not have a sweet tooth, you could get addicted !

the feeling runs in my veins like it knows those rivers better than my own blood

it's all about it