#request anything

god she’s so fucking hot.

shes just had the hardest day ever. poor ellie. sososo pent up. ur so cute and oblivious, but there you are, right there on her bed waiting for her to come home from patrol.

you greet her with a sweet little ‘hey, els!’ and god ur eyes are so big and bright and so excited, just pure innocence and joy when you see her. ‘n all she does is throw her heavy backpack on the floor as she’s already eyeing your pretty body.

just so worked up. all those stupid infected, she didn’t wanna go on patrol, she wanted to stay home and fuck u, taste u, taste ur soft skin, ur lips, fingers, cunt, anything. she immediately presses her lips against yours like it’s urgent or something, like an emergency.

‘mmmf- ellie-’ ur caught off guard, it’s rare she comes home like this but ur not necessarily complaining either. she palms one of ur tits and trails kisses ‘n hickeys ‘n bites all the way down ur neck ‘til she meets ur nipple. she still hasn’t even said a word to you, her body’s doing most of the talking. she’d suckle and nip at ur pretty little bud. tits got so hard for her so fast. who would’ve thought? ellie’s sweet little girlfriend. so easy for her.

‘yeah. let me fuckin’ have you princess. ur mine, ur mine.. fuck.’ her voice is low and determined. i think she’s talking more to herself than she is to you. but before you know it she’s sloppily reaching over to the drawer of her nightstand looking for that thick dark blue strap that makes ur back arch and ur eyes cross.

you innocently watch her put it on, way too fast might i add, ‘n u think ur soaked cunt is about to get the best fucking of her life. until ellie instructs you to get on ur knees. that’s when ur stomach drops a little. ‘knees, dollface.’ she’s not asking, she’s telling. and when you hesitate even just for a second, she gives you this look on her face. this look that says ‘i will make it so much worse if you don’t listen.’

so you do.

ur knees hit the familiar and cold hardwood, ur lips parting like muscle memory. ‘yeah, yeah..’ she runs the tip of it across the slit of your soft lips, just watching the way they fold against the silicone. ‘that’s a good girl. isn’t she? so good for me.’ her voice low but soft.

she grips the back of your head ’n pushes it deep in ur throat. she groans a bit almost like she really can feel the warmth of ur mouth on her cock. ‘yeah, attagirl. you got it baby. mmhfffuck.’

all those infected she fought, all the stubborn pieces of shit she came across today, all of it left her head the second your cheeks went hollow on her toy. god, she takes a peek down at u, just to see this pretty little dollface tearing up with her strap in ur throat. wet teardrops messing up ur perfect mascara, ur perfect lipstick. and that hair shes pulling on? it was so perfectly done and now its all tangled from the way shes gripping it as she fucks ur face.

your cute little pink manicured fingers trail down your stomach, searching for your cunt ’n inevitably finding your aching clit. ellie quickly responds with a firm ‘uh-uh.’ and extends her boot.

you whine and straddle the leather, thighs squeezing tightly against it. she pulls out from between ur lips and grabs your face, forcing you to look up at her with those big eyes of yours. she wants to see you get close. she wants to watch ur pupils dilate right before she takes it all away from you.

‘yeah, get yourself off babe.’

‘mm-mhm .. mhmmm..!’ your voice comes out all raspy from the sweet abuse your throat has endured.

she grinds the leather firmly up against your dripping cunt and you swear you can see heaven’s gates opening wide. you’re drooling messily all over the denim jeans that squeeze her strong thigh, her zipper yanked down just enough for her thick cock to hang out teasingly. her own pussy is absolutely soaked under those boxers she wears just for you.

she doesn’t fuckin’ care though. none of it stops you from getting so close just by desperately humping her boot like a needy slut. ‘yeah, that’s it, keep fucking yourself on it babe,’ ellie breathes, watching you with dark half-lidded eyes. your puffy little clit keeps nudging and grinding against the rough leather, sending waves of filthy pleasure through you. it feels so fucking good.

‘el—els..—imcloseimclose..’ you cry out for her, but just before you can release she takes it all away. yeah, so sad. ‘aw, poor thing’ she chuckles a bit, and taps ur jaw not once, but twice. a signal to get up and lay on her bed.

‘want those legs wide.’ of course, you listen. ‘look at that pretty pussy on display for me.’ she runs her middle finger up your slit before your sweet little bud can recieve any of her delicious contact. ‘s all this for me?’

‘mhm…y-yeah, just you, ellie.’ god, ur so pathetic too. just saying whatever you know will get her off so you can get off too.

she drops down to her knees to meet your throbbing cunt at eye level. she slides a finger deep inside you, never breaking eye contact. she wants to drink in every single one of those pretty little fucked-out faces you make just for her.

‘haa —mmgodellie … mhm ..’ the sensation of pure relief washes over your whole body the second your aching hole feels her finger inside you.

she adds another one, and another, until ur stretched out on all three of her fingers. and that dumb look on ur face says ‘idunnowhichwayisup.’ but it’s okay, she loves it. of course.

‘please—please.. u fuck me so good please ellie.. moremore.’ you whine out.

she licks a harsh, burning stripe up your pretty pussy and your breath stutters—‘mmmngghh..’ she swirls her tongue around ur swollen ‘n desperate clit while she fingerfucks ur tight little hole, thrusting greedily.

she groans into ur wetness and gets her jeans off once and for all. fuckin’ finally. god, but you can’t even care, the feeling of your throbbing pussy is too much, you can’t think straight. but before you know it, ellie’s ontop of you and her soaked cunt is right up against yours. the way her clit feels nudging against yours is seraphic. oh how warm she is on you. ur arousal mixing like it was always meant to be this way.

she lets herself moan loud and filthy, grinding down on you in that selfish rhythm that’s so much more for her than for you. she’s using your dripping cunt to get herself off, sliding her wet pussy against yours with desperate rolls of her hips. you’re squirming and whimpering underneath her, chasing every bit of friction you can, legs trembling because it feels like you could cum any second. it’s the kind of devastating pleasure you don’t come back from. she feels it too, but on her it just looks like power, like you’re nothing but her pretty little toy getting used.

she lets out a low, satisfied groan, grinding slow and deliberate against you. “mmghh… yeah… don’t cum yet. you don’t need it. you can wait for me.” she’s holding you right there on that torturous edge, using your throbbing cunt to chase her own pleasure. “nono—ellie—ellie please—you don’t understa—mmnmmh!!” the highest, broken moan rips out of you when she rubs right against that perfect spot on your swollen clit, shoving you dangerously close to the edge. “uuuhhhhhggg!! ellie!!” from there it’s just you crying out her name over and over, mewling and shaking as she keeps grinding, refusing to stop even as you fall apart beneath her.

‘yeah, see? should’ve fu—mmh… should’ve fuckin’ listened,’ she breathes out hot against your skin, grinding into you harder and faster, chasing her own high with greedy rolls of her hips. the wet, obscene sound of your soaked cunts sliding together fills the room, slick and messy, her heat rubbing relentlessly against your throbbing clit. you lay there trembling, legs spread wide, back arching as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming stimulation, every nerve on fire. ‘els!—itstoomuchmmnggg,’ you drool out, voice cracking into a broken, desperate whimper. ‘nasty fuckin’ girl,’ she murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction as she keeps using you, her slick folds dragging over your sensitive clit without mercy.

‘no this—this is what you wanted, babe,’ she hisses, nails digging sharply into your thigh as she grinds down one last time and lets herself cum hard all over your overstimulated cunt. her release floods hot and slick against you, mixing with your own mess while her body shakes and her moans turn ragged, using every last twitch of her orgasm to keep rubbing her pulsing clit against yours.

‘nmmh..fuck yeah,’ she groans, voice low and wrecked as she finally collapses on top of you, burying her face into the crook of your neck. her warm breath fans hot and heavy against your skin, body still twitching with aftershocks while her soaked cunt rests flush and pulsing against yours, both of you slick and spent.

silence falls after she finishes, nothing but the sound of your shared heavy breathing filling the room. her eyes flutter closed as she stays buried in your neck, bodies pressed together, slick and warm and trembling. the quiet feels almost sacred, like you’re both silently piecing yourselves back together after how hard she just ruined you.

‘msorry baby.’ she says, raspy, peppering kisses on ur jawline. ’was i too rough?’

’mmm-mm.’

‘wanna get cleaned up?’ she asks.

‘mmmhmm.’

Now in the case that Pony gets tough and follows Dally's advice post-canon, they get together a lot sooner because it's kinda hard to see Pony as a kid in need of help when he's jumping people, running from the cops, getting close with the Shepards, and hanging around Buck's. Pony and Steve end up falling together because Steve tried to get Ponyboy off the path he's going down and, after a bit of fighting, succeeded. As I put it in another post of mine: Steve's the one who most understands what Dally's gone through. Not in terms of prison, but being abused, hurt, angry all the time, surrounded by drunks and addicts. Steve understands, but he didn't turn out like Dally. Two people with similar experiences and feelings yet different outcomes. Steve is the one who understands Dally, and therefore Pony the best, and helps him out of it. Once he helps Pony, and inadvertently helps himself, they get together pretty quick, and they have a pretty equal relationship because Steve's seen that Pony isn't just softness and dreams, so he can't really assign Pony to the girl's role in the relationship. He tries sometimes, just to mess with Pony, but Pony shuts that shit down real quick. He may have stopped putting up a tough guy act, but for at least a couple months, he was trying to fill Dally's shoes and he learned some shit doing that, including how to fold someone in half in .5 seconds.

really hope I did you justice, jordie! The beanie was giving me so much trouble it isn't even funny 🥲

ref for the pose was found on Pinterest, can't tell you who the artist is because the watermark was obviously removed and nothing on that hellsite is original work :/

but um I hope you like!