𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮

AV nerd! Ellie x reader | tlou m.list

TW: exhibitionism, recording, semi-public, lots of teasing, unintentional (Intentional?) edging, lowk sadistic ellie, humiliation, and nerd ellie.

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚

The AV room smelled like dust, warm electronics, and the faint metallic tang of cable ties and possibly nerd sweat. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, half of them flickering like they didn’t see the point in even trying anymore. You were perched on top of a rickety editing desk that had seen better days, skirt bunched up around your thighs from your constant shifting.

Ellie was late. She knew how much you hated when she was late. You had places to be, people to see, and she had the audacity to be five minutes late.

She had already sent another text reading: where the hell are you?????

Just as you got ready to send her another message—this one reading ‘don’t even bother coming’—Ellie burst through the doors. Her hair was messy, glasses slipping down her nose, backpack clinging onto her shoulders for dear life. In her hands was a big crate of dusty old cameras. The newest one looked like it was from the nineties, maybe even the early 2000s if you squinted.

“I’m late, I know, I know!” she whined as she carefully set down the crate, causing small clouds of dust to puff out around it. “I saw these in the old auditorium and nobody was claiming them, but then one of the professors caused a big fuss and kept me there, accusing me of stealing them. So I had to explain to her that I wasn’t and—”

Before Ellie could finish the sentence, you spun her around by her belt loop and pushed her against the desk, crashing your mouth into hers. A surprised whimper left her as her hands finally left the dusty crate and settled on your hips.

After a few seconds, you pulled back and shot her a glare. “I don’t even know why you’re into all this shit,” you huffed, pulling back slightly to shoot another glare at the crate. “Do those even work? Honestly, you’re more interested in all this dusty old tech than you are in me.”

Ellie’s eyes widened before she hurriedly shook her head. “What? No, o-of course I’m not. God, I’m so sorry,” she said, grabbing your face in her cold, scarred hands. “But… I really do have to test these cameras.”

You scowled, a groan leaving your lips as you pushed her hand away. “You always do this, Ellie!” you huffed. “You’re so fucking lucky I’m even here right now. I spend every free period waiting in this dusty fucking shithole for you. Not a single other girl in this school would do this for some audio visual geek.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “You’re so fussy. Calm down, I have an idea.”

You were already grabbing your bag and heading for the door when she suddenly grabbed your wrist. “Come on, just hear me out?”

“You have one minute.”

Five minutes was all Ellie needed to get you under her: one minute to explain her ‘plan,’ two minutes to convince you, one minute to get you undressed, and one more minute to set up the crate of cameras beside her.

Ellie was between your legs, calloused fingers tracing lazy circles on the inside of your knee while her other hand adjusted the chunky camcorder. “These are fucking ancient,” she muttered, wiping dust off of it with her flannel sleeve, “but the lenses are still good, I guess.”

You were already bent over the editing desk, skirt shoved up around your waist, panties halfway down your legs. “Ellie, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me properly within the next minute, I’m leaving and never speaking to you again. I mean it!”

She laughed under her breath, that low, mean little chuckle that always made your stomach do an excited little jump. “Jeez, you’re so impatient,” she muttered while navigating the camera’s settings. “I’m multitasking here—technical work and directing. Give me a break.”

Before you could argue back, a flash of red lit up the area around you and she muttered, “Alright, hold still.”

Ellie positioned the camera on a short tripod, lens aimed straight between your spread legs. She took a quick glance through the viewfinder before chuckling. “God, even on this shitty camera you can see how fucking wet you are.”

“Ellie!” you shot a glare over your shoulder.

“Sorry!”

She chuckled again before settling on her knees behind you and pushing two fingers into you without warning. The stretch was perfect. She immediately curled them, making you whimper against the desk. For a few glorious moments, she fucked you properly—deep and steady—thumb brushing your aching clit.

Then she stopped.

You let out a frustrated whine. “You fucking bitch.” You glanced back over your shoulder just to see her digging through that fucking crate again.

“Sorry, this camera is shit. It literally just died right before I pulled my fingers out,” she mumbled, like your orgasm was the second most important thing to her in that moment. “Let’s see… ah, 90s Sony. This should do.” She set the camera back up, its mechanical hum syncing with the fluorescent lighting’s dull buzz. She hurriedly scribbled a note on a sticky note reading ‘blurry and shaky’ before sticking it onto camera #1.

This time, Ellie sat you on top of the desk, dropped to her knees, and threw one of your legs over her shoulder. She dragged her tongue through your folds in one long, filthy stripe.

You whimpered loud enough that you were sure anyone in the hallway could hear it.

Ellie ate you like she was starving—messy and eager—until your thighs started to shake and your fingers twisted in her auburn hair. Right as your orgasm started building, she pulled back once more, lips glossy, and grinned up at you before grabbing the camera to review the footage.

“Camera two’s color accuracy is insane, wow,” she mumbled. “Your pussy looks so fucking pretty here. The gradient— Ha! Oh my god, the mic on it is insane too. Listen to this.” She held up the camera so you could hear your pathetic whines and the obscene sounds of her tongue against your pussy. She labeled this camera ‘godlike’ before pulling out another one, a Canon camcorder from the early 2000s.

“I hate you,” you hissed, voice cracking. You tried to close your legs but she shoved them back open, holding you spread for camera three’s lens.

“No you don’t.” Before you could argue, she slid three fingers back inside you. Her lips attached to your neck as her free hand pushed up your tank top. Her fingers pumped slow and deep while her thumb circled your swollen clit. “You love being my guinea pig, don’t you? Stop squirming, you’re going to mess up the focus.”

“You’re so annoying,” you groaned.

She fucked you harder, curling her fingers just right until you were right there again—gasping, back arched, so fucking close.

Then she stopped… again.

You practically sobbed. “Ellie, I swear—”

“Next camera.”

She wiped her fingers on her jeans and dug through the old bin. “Ooh, handheld. This should be fun,” she chuckled to herself as she flicked the camera on. With her eye to the viewfinder, she repositioned herself between your legs, sat down on one of the rolling chairs, and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. She had already labeled camera #3 ‘near perfection.’

Two fingers plunged back inside you, scissoring and stroking while she leaned in, letting the camera get a close-up of her disappearing fingers. Your face burned as you tried to swat the camera away. “Ellie, stop! This is so fucking humiliating,” you whined.

She chuckled and pushed your hand away, her fingers never slowing down. The wet, obscene sounds mixed with the whir of the camera. You were shaking, hips grinding back against her fingers like a slut.

Right as your walls started fluttering and your orgasm crested, Ellie pulled her fingers out completely and sat back in the chair, eye still glued to the viewfinder.

“Aww,” she cooed, voice dripping with mock sweetness. She reached out and spread your folds with two fingers, showing the camera everything. “Your cute cunt’s winking at the camera. Look at it,” she laughed. “Poor thing’s so empty and desperate. Clenching over and over like it’s begging to be filled. That’s really fucking adorable.”

Your face burned with humiliation. You tried to close your legs again but she forced them back open with her free hand, eyes flicking between your flushed face and the monitors.

“Ellie,” you whimpered, voice small and shaky with embarrassment.we

She leaned in, pressing a deceptively soft kiss right above your clit before looking up at you with that mean little smirk, "Beg nicely and maybe I'll let you cum on camera four... after I test the zoom, of course."

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚

bad desire ──── e. williams

⟩ synopsis : new york city; 1912. a perfect daughter of God & an abomination. blood thirst turns obsession when unknown letters show up at your door every week from a mysterious ‘nobody.’

──── warnings : mentions of blood & gore, obsession & possessiveness, vampire! els & holy! reader, blood kinks & drinking, swearing, stalking, breaking in & intruding personal space, bromidrophilia ( pantie sniffing ), smut, naive reader, dominate! els, etc.

꒰ character analysis ꒱

Y/N L/N ──── the perfect daughter.

ELLIE WILLIAMS ──── the abomination.

꒰ table of contents ꒱

part one — such a pretty little thing.

⟩ synopsis : the first letter appears out of the blue. who could have sent it? who could be watching you? why does it leave your skin crawling with anticipation for something of a much deeper & darker desire?

part two — want to sink my fangs into her.

⟩ synopsis : she slips the second letter into your room without notice. she had been there every night, watching you sleep. so delicate & unmoving. it creates a hunger she had never felt before, & she’s close to unraveling her century long restraint.

part three — i’ve known you for forever.

⟩ synopsis : making herself known, she indulges herself in every part of your life; moving quickly and encapsulating you wholly. the sweet aroma of her scent & the sound of her voice is enough to give in to whatever she asks.

part four — bad desire.

⟩ synopsis : slipping further into the realm of earnest yearning, she reveals her darkest secret. blood is spilled & an eternal bond between human and vampire is born.