Bout To Devour A Soft Boiled Egg And Soldiers

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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

ELLIE & DINA The Last of Us: Day One

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

maybe? try ABSOLUTELY 😮‍💨

THE LAST OF US 2.04

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.

tags @usuck @elliesfavtoy @httpakasha @lotudolly

pov: college!AU where u fail your exam but ellie’s a fucking dickhead

random ass A/N: i need more writer moots.

sunbathing + thinking about how if ellie was real #stellie would be our ship name

her eyes are so fuckin pretty

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