astroels

[astroels]

Why did ur ask me title make me accelerate

it's meant to angel 🫶🏻

[astroels]

bloody clementine, satin valentine ୨୧.

⋆. period sex with ellie ♡

⤹𓍢ִ໋ "a little blood never hurt no one."

⤹𓍢ִ໋⋆.listening to; so wet

synopsis; it's a late night relaxing with ellie, except you can't relax. thank menstruation. not for the period pain, but for the undying need to just get fucked into a mess, a bloody mess. luckily, ellie's there to save you. to fuck you.

an; I thought of it, and you wanted it so shall it be. don't want it? get out dawg!!

cw; NSFW, MDNI tlou universe, minor timeskips for laziness, depictions of blood + mild cramps/pain, fingering(r), strap sex(r), sex w/o much plot, ends with fluff, gamer!ellie thirst, service-ish-top!ellie, sub!reader, fondiling, dirty talk, ellie's super comforting, strap referred as her cock, petnames; baby, babe, babygirl.

ten after dusk, and the twang of menstrual pain has churned into permeated lust. ugh, the horniest you've felt this month. you just wanted to get dicked down to the ninth circle of hell, honestly. bloody mess or not. some people think that's beyond the pale, taboo, freakish. fuck'em.

the female body isn't disgusting. periods aren't filthy. people are just sensitive. you believed that very well.

ellie flicks and rustles the controller around, essentially womanhandiling the fuck out of it as she speeds through the horror video game depicted on her screen. the sheer way her veins pop and palms flex as she deftly strikes the button only mushrooms on your growing desire.

"yeah, gotchu' motherfucker!" ellie nearly spits at the screen, air spiking out through scrunched lips and shut teeth, "fuck yeah.."

with ellie sat adjacent to your relaxed knees, just a few inches from your eyes, gives a delicious view. her rough fingers stroke the crevices of the controller, smacking the grips when she gets frustrated, and wiping her hand clean of the gathering claminess on her inner thigh. the controller looks so small in her large grasp. fuck.

blah, you wish you could get touched like that. just wishing you could be a controller about now, hmm?

her focus is oriented squarely on the dull blaring screen and not on you. but she is all you're staring at. it fuckin' enthralls you when she pauses the game, tosses her grey hoodie astray off her head, and contracts her shoulder muscles so deliciously as she straightens her arms behind her and stretches. her freckled dyed back clad in a beige sports bra, grooved in the dim lamp light, was so tantalizing. holy fuck.

nah, you can't handle this shit any longer.

"ellie.." you half-whine, half-groan.

"hold on, babe.." wisped ellie, in such a melifourous husky tone.

she rushes the next incoming mobs that dare to threaten her character, deepening the ridges of her brows downwards in concentration. partaking silence.

you pout and huff a raspberry, slithering your foot over to her riveting wrist, "ellsss.."

her head splits to you, "what babe?"

"i'm bored.."

ellie knows better than to keep you bored. backtracking into the pause menu, she casts her controller to the blanket aside, turning back to you and tucking her hand beneath your knee. her thumb meshes around the soft flesh, squeezing gingerly.

"not a fan of my amazing gameplay?" she sports a smug quip, emphasizing her nasally tone.

"mh-mmm." you shake your head.

"aw-" a giggle entrances her throat, "so.. what did'ya wanna do then?"

one doey eyed glimpse to your lower regions, and she catches on real quick. reaal quick. the game can wait. you're utterly more important to her. she slid her hand up your thigh, giving the plush fat a splurged squeeze and continuing up 'till she cupped the bulge of your pussy clad in midnight satin panties. one touch leads to more things. unspeakable things. tell this girl your fantasies, and they'll materialize immediately.

"els, it'll get on your bedsheets.." you let out a stifled whine, gasping at the pressure her palm induces.

her head bobs side to side, "it's just blood, babe. d'you know how much blood cycles through my clothes after a single patrol?"

"a lot?" your tone curls.

"yeah, a lot.."

she manages a chuckle to part your lips, "hah- ellie.. you really wanna do this?"

her pupils bowl around and jump around the ceiling before returning to your eyes, glamouring the sincerest yet seducing gaze yet. picture perfect bedroom eyes. snaking in a breath and reposing her hand back off your crotch, she assures;

"mhm~ would never miss the chance to pleasure m'pretty girl."

'good gods above. if you're real, please don't let me lose my shit.'

"sounds good to me.." you ball your lips together, letting the bottom spring out as you preserve binded eye contact. her juniper eyes slowly disappear behind blinking eyes, casting a logy eyed look sat atop a half-crescent smirk. waiting without a word. she watches you closely, like a microscope, noting the way your fingers begin pleat your panties down timidly and wring down your legs. now that they're off, her fingers can finally enlist you to fucking heaven.

those willowy fingers tweak your hypersensitive clit in tapered circles, palm facing up. ellie's pupils are obsessed with the way your folds hug and spread around her top knuckles, baking in the warmth of your swollen cunt.

"feel good babe?"

"mhm.."

"good, good.. spread your legs more." she guides you in low whispers, vacant hand pulling at one of your knees, "c'mon.."

you splay your legs further 'till they nearly touch the mattress, then observing ellie, parking her hips directly in front of your groin. she forceps your chin, forcing you to gaze into her eyes while her index and middle dips between your folds, deliberately slow.

"oh- els! baby.." your hand bars over your agape mouth, shuddering at the sudden filling.

"so fuckin' easy to slide in, mhm? hear that?" she tethers your chin closer, making sure you heard every wet noise erupting from your sopping cunt.

"yes.."

"got' my fingers all messy- fuck.. n' i love it.." her tongue quickly spans the width of her lips.

the more her fingers pump and prod into your warm core, the more drippy your folds feel, a mix of slick and blood leaking from the base of her fingers. the ghostly touch to your g-spot is so hypnotizing, it elicits thrums of pleasure to chain react inside your clenching walls. you'd be crazy not to grind your hips even a bit for further stimulation.

you egg her on, "more, please.. more." in a needy expression, bucking your crotch into her working palm, which gauges a throaty giggle from ellie.

"shh.. shh, i got'chu.." she coos, inching towards your face and sealing her pretty peachy lips with yours, gulping up all the harmonius whimpers that strung off your chords. her mouth faintly tastes of a cordial berry drink. so sweet.

ellie's collarbone snug tight to yours, whaffs a pungent warm oak scent into your nose, reminiscent of her working the lumber earlier. your wish is her command, so her fingertips curl up and hit your g-spot repetitively, flexing her tatted arm so nicely. she knows every wall your sweet pussy so damn well.

"ellsmmhh.. smmphhh.." you mumble onto her lips.

even with her fingers diligently poking your most sensitive spot, it just wasn't satisfying enough. no. you know exactly what she needs.

"mmphh!"

she severs the sloppy kiss with a wet smack, "what's the matter, baby?"

"more.."

"i only just started-"

"nhh-mm, nee- more of you.." you clamp your legs around hers.

"ohh~" her voice rises, "greedy now, are we?" her vacant hand coils back and lays plumb under your butt, tugging your pelvis to her body in one fell swoop, "think i know how to fix that." her tone says it all. your face is enveloped in a shadow as she clambers above you, rutting her cotton-short clad hips into the back of your thighs just as her dual crimson coated fingers slide out from your pussy.

you know what this means.

"gonna be still for me, mmkay babe?"

an eager nod bounces your head on a narrow axis, countered with an elated and sultry face from ellie. her lips poise a return at yours and lick them up, saccharine pink tongue biding a tango with yours.

behind shut lids and two tongues tied, the plastic buttons of her shirt pop open and expose her scarred skin. the tab of her zipper is plucked down, and her jeans are punted to the floor, joining a messy pile. the drawer beside you skates open, and her strap is quickly thrown on, buckled and centered at your engorged slit.

"there we go, and-" she holds the bulbous tip at your cunt, easing the length in smoothly, "aahh.. shhhfuck.." ellie siphoned in air through her teeth, a crisp gasp flowing after her raspy moan.

the feeling of being so stuffed obstructs your senses. a flash of white hot seethes over your clement damp skin, worsening the bullets of sweat that ran down your nape.

"ohhmy fuck, ellie!" a gritty groan shoots up your throat, entire body squeezing around her thick girth. you clutch onto her shoulders and grip her auburn locks in shock, thighs embracing her waist tightly and pressing clammy foreheads together.

ellie gazes at you from beneath her brow hood, breath fanning over the crevice of your neck and jaw, "too much? fuckin' tight in there, yeah?" she asked, cause shit, her senses must be deceiving her, the compression of your spasming walls felt on her cock deluding her brain.

the stark size barging against your spoiled g-spot mists up your brain real quick, eyelids beckoning to flit shut.

"hey-" ellie swerves her hips up and slams her dick back down deep in your cunt, echoing a stinging skin slap through the room, "eyes on me babygirl."

the pounding thrust to your pussy sends a fright of bliss washing over your abdomen, the knot within growing hastily.

"shhit-shh.. ohh, fckhmm- y'ellie.." you're just a blabbering pussy-happy mess under her.

her large hand lightly wraps around your neck, luring your attention to her expanding sex-drunk pupils, purring with hot pants skimming your midface, "just watch how m'cock fucks you, thas' all I want." she pecks your jaw, "please, baby?" sliding her hips out.

ellie's gonna make you go fucking crazy.

"uhhuh-guh!" your throat hitches up air as a moan gets forced through your airways, right when ellie slams her cock inside you with another slap.

a gravely laugh from ellie resounds in your foggy, fucked-out brain, "fuck, 'like seeing how messy you get on my cock babe, mhm..."

and with your agreement to her request, she begins pounding into you like there's no tomorrow. she knows how fucking good it feels with you on your period. it feels so fucking good to her too, watching you writhe in ecstasy, the strap riding back into her clit so perfectly.

"fuck-" wet skin smacks together, "yeah-" continuously overflowing the room, "baby.." ellie airily chanted onto your crimson hot neck, lips hanging ajar and grazing over the sensitive skin.

you can't even form a coherent sentence, babbling and drooling on her persistent thrusting that's makes you see all fucking nine circles of hell flash before your sights. though, you observe her. the way her strap rimmed by the pretty auburn bush peaking behind the base, ceaslessly disappearing into your sappy cunt and slipping out for split seconds, coated in a creamy white ring around its base. the eye-catching horizon that is her toned abdomen meeting with yours each time she rams inside, leaves splotches of sweat to transfer between your glowing, sticky bodies. wonder how your pussy looks right about now.

"can- barely, nghh- see it, god- going so fast, yeah?"

"m-mmghmm.."

"mhm.. that's what I like to hear." rasped ellie before screwing her face tautly and hollowing a string of groans from her gullet, utterly enamored in the chafing sensation against her enraged clit.

with the endless pounding into your pussy, sloshing every bit of creamy nectar that pooled at the base of her girth and splattered between to the two of you, sticking like glue, it all overwhelmed you. the noises. the feeling. everything. she was fucking into at an almost inhuman speed, desperate to have you cum.

the pulsing knot nearly snaps, "els- baby.. I'm gh-" a whine interrupts, rambling, "gonna cum g'nna cuhmm.."

"i' got'chu.. it's okay, cum 'n me. need to hear your pretty moans.." cooed ellie, sweeter than honey, contrasting the absolute dirty mess she's made of your pussy.

"fuck me, els.. fuckkin' me-hh.."

"that's right.." she groans between twitchy pants. "louder, baby.."

"fuckin' shh- ghuud.."

"mhm, 'not gonna be able to walk, fucking you so good~"

you both whisk hot huffs over each other's neck, cheeks suffused in an opaque layer of redness resulting from all the sweat and energy it took. god, she can't keep her eyes off your glistening tits. veiled in the dim light, bouncing from her movements. it's so fucking hot to her.

her cock, so sloppy, slides out and smashes against your clit, riding up between your folds. the sudden tug to your bud jolts you, and ellie giggles, oh so sexily.

"hmmhm, oops." her cresten lips bend into a smirk.

you giggle along as she slaps the faux tip on your folds goofily, right before she grabs it and drives back into your slippery pussy with a hauling buck.

her nasal lines peak through as fashions a stupid grin, "can't help it, babe." she sighs, pleased by the feeling of being in your cunt again. her neck crooks back, auburn locks feathering over her freckled shoulders and let's out the most bellowed groan yet as she snaps her pelvis tightly. fuck, you feel so good 'around her'.

the knot inside you swiftly servers and gushes a heatwave of sparking euphoria that coalesces around your slit, clamping down on her ever-moving length, still pumping you dry.

"fuck! babe! uhhuhhhh.." you cling to her closely and claw at her shoulderblades. the cum released drips from your hole and streams down onto the bedsheets, not without a bit of blood to boot.

"ghhn.. agh!" ellie buries her cock deep inside till the tip kisses your cervix, wallowing in the intense orgasm stinging her clit that made her eyes breach to the back of her head. her own slick dribbles down her inner thighs, staining her knees. staining the bed with you.

fucking gold star pussy.

the vibration of her mewling groan tickles your skin as her face collapses, biting her lip harshly against your collarbone. the expansion of her back doused in sweat looks as if blessed with a honey bath, illuminating golden in pure sex elation. your skin brushes up against each other, nearly melting at the sheer heat radiating from the both of you.

"uhhh.." groaned ellie, the life sucked out of her. she may have just died, to be honest.

your vision is lush with stars hopping on the ceiling, whole body beating in red exhaustion.

"damn it, ellie.." you chuckle in bone-tired huffs.

"what?" her fatigued face perks from your neck, brows still furrowed.

you crane your face nearer, "how are you.." gulp. "so good?"

pfft. her tired face brightens up. cute cinnamon freckles hiking up with her cheeks.

"cause' I love you." cheesy as hell, chest still heaving.

"pshh."

"what?"

"u're such a dork."

"shut up.." her eyes wrinkle up as she smiles, gravitating her lips to your chest slowly and bestowing small, loving pecks.

you relish the simple kisses she puckered onto your heat-seeped skin, retaining silence for a few moments before realizing something, "wait, fuck."

"huh?" ellie's wet lips drag on your skin as you shuffle, leaving a trail.

you weasel her weight off your body as your torso rises, pupils darting to the blotch of deep ruby red painting the pearly sheet under you. ellie follows, kneeling with splayed thighs between your knees, back hunching mildly. damn, her bed head looks crazy. basically a rusty red nest atop her head.

your voice squeaks a bit, "sorry, i got blood, on the-"

she instantly presses her thumb over the plump of your lips, locking the rest of your words away, "n'no- don't be sorry, not ur' fault.."

such a heartening tone fuzzed up the space between your temples, creaking a little smirk from your lips.

"mm- we should.. clean up, at least?" you twiddle your legs together, slithering them over ellie's spread ones.

her knuckles flex as she sinks her large grasp into your thighs, leaning into you, "together?"

"together."

"sounds good, babe, c'mere." her arms lunge forward and sloth around you, tugging you with ease onto her lap, evoking a soft smack when her hand plants on your hips.

"eek, ellie!"

"mhmmprhh.." her balmy face wedges into your sternum, face cuddled by the tender feel of your boobs, exhales lacing in warm clouds on your skin. "s'pretty.. so sommphft.." she muffles.

"really?"

she indulges several kisses to them, of course, "you'll let me-" smooch smack, "do this again," another smooch, "right?"

"yeah, uh-huh." you massage the top of her scalp, fingernails combing out the clusters of tiny tangles in her hair. she hums, contented.

"good. love ya, babe."

you guys definitely did something extra in the bathtub, too. don't lie. ୨୧

#╰┈➤ mich's recs ⭑ ࣭ ๋

[astroels]

I've come victim to being a lesbian who got heartbroken by a girl who was not over her ex 💔🫡

#╰┈➤ astroels thoughtsೃ༄

[astroels]

stuffing your panties in sub!ellie’s mouth when she’s being a lil too whiny,,, and seeing her cheeks go flushed and her eyes go glossy because even the smallest taste of you turns her into a needy mess,,, yea

#head spinning

[astroels]

the urge to get a belly piercing just to have a cherry charm on it

#╰┈➤ astroels thoughtsೃ༄

[astroels]

GOOD MAN'S DAUGHTER; e.w.

"treat me right, i'm still a good man's daughter."

content: ellie x fem!reader, angst, cheating, making out, heavy petting???, no comfort, mentions of panic attacks and slight dissociation.

note: it's 1am and i'm so tired so watch me not proofread this. also, there might not be a part two because i don't know what i'd do for it so read this with that in mind. listen to andromeda by weyes blood for a better read!

she was kissing her. she was kissing her and she was enjoying it by the looks. you know because she's doing all the things she does when kissing you. there's a hand in her dark hair and another on her waist as she pulls the girl closer to her harshly. her fingers grip the loose strands harder in attempt to deepen the kiss and the act has your stomach twisting into all sorts of knots.

you feel your cheeks burn and hour throat heat up with flooding anguish when ellie pulls away and whispers to the girl, her lips reading words like "you're" and "fucking pretty" before she's connecting their lips again without another thought. not another thought of you and certainly not another thought of your relationship.

ellie backs her into a wall, cornering her by the stairs where no one can see them but you catch it all. you catch the slight teasing bite the girl gives to ellie's lips and the smile she gives in return, playfully squeezing her waist beneath her shirt.

you recognize the difference in your heart rate when labored breaths start forcing their way from your lungs and out your lips. you turn away deciding you've seen more than enough and make your way to the kitchen that's packed enough for no one to notice the panic and pain that paints your face like a mask. the air is tight and hot leaving you panting and choking out sobs, hands reaching for the counter for some type of support.

the cold marble is the only sign that you're alive and real at the moment, mind struggling to comprehend what's going on and why you're feeling the way you do.

you start identifying certain sounds and things you can see in attempt to ease you from your panicked state but flashes of her knee pressing between her legs flicked through your mind like a tv show, pushing you further into your current state of distress.

"y/n? honey, what's wrong?? talk to me, love." a pair of hands latch onto your wrists and quickly turns you around causing your head to spin wildly. you see dark hair and recognize the person as dina which leaves you sobbing knowing ellie didn't care enough to notice that you're here tonight.

"baby what's wrong? did you drink something?" you hate the concern from someone who isn't the person you need it to be. dina continued to bombard you with questions and inquires about your situation and what you've been up to to lead to this moment, but you can only sob openly as you catch a glimpse of ellie and the girl from the corners of your eye.

"i'm gonna get ell-"

"NO! no no don't- i don't need ell- i don't need her. i need- i need-"

dina's eyes are wide with cautiousness, slowly backing away from you to give you some space as she finally realizes the gravity of your predicament.

"try and breathe for me. in." you take a trembling breath in. "release." you breathe out another cry.

"fuck!" dina swears, running a stressed hand through her hair before dragging you from the kitchen and through the living room where you close your eyes in order to avoid getting a look at your girlfriend's infidelity.

you only open your eyes when a gust of fresh wind hits your face, blowing strands of tear soaked hair from your face and into the air.

"i saw her. i'm so sorry, y/n." you only stare forward with this feeling of dread and nothingness, feeling as if you've cried all emotion out to the point where emptiness was the only thing to feel.

"wanna go home."

ellie updates you around 2:30am with a message about her arrival at her house two blocks away, stating that she had fun paired with a goodnight message and an 'i love you'.

you read it and tossed your phone aside, staring blankly at your ceiling as if it'd open up and tell you how to solve this problem. maybe tell you why things are the way they are.

knock knock.

"baby girl?" you dad calls from the other side of the egg white door littered with band and movie posters.

you croak out a short answer. "yes?"

"you alright in there? heard something that sounded like cryin'." his heavy southern accent makes his concern prominent, voice laced with worry as a father would if his daughter walked through the halls sniffling and crying.

the comforting voice of your father has you huffing and puffing trying to control the oncoming train of weeping, strong and powerful as if you hadn't cried not a single time tonight.

your dad wastes no time in opening the door, speeding over to your bed to take you in his arms for a hug. "daddy's here, baby girl. don't you cry." his strong arms crush you closer to him, muffling your wails with his t-shirt that he wears for bed.

"is it ellie?" her name alone makes you tremble with sadness, images of her and the dark haired girl plastered on your brain like a missing poster for you to see with every corner you turn.

you wonder what she'll say when you tell her you decided to go and you were there to watch her cheat on you as if your relationship was nothing but a joke to her.

you wonder if she feels guilty for what she's done. if she lays awake tonight regretting her decisions knowing you gave her everything you could have ever given the person you loved.

you wonder if she'll cry or if she'll dismiss you, ending your relationship entirely because she cares that little.

you spend the rest of your night in your father's arms, mourning a relationship that has yet to end.

when you wake up it's to the smell of fresh bacon and pancakes, the aroma floating through the air brings a second of joy before the remembrance begins and you're reminded of last night's events.

you don't cry, but you feel the dull ache in your chest that reminds you that it's very much real and the past several hours were not a dream but a living nightmare.

you don't dare to glance in the mirror when you walk to your bathroom already knowing that you look horrible from the many hours spent crying.

you think about her while you shower, as you brush your teeth, and even when you get dressed. you don't want to but with any waking thought, it starts to her inevitably.

you check your phone to see no messages from her and a few from dina checking in on you to see how you're doing. you don't answer.

"baby girl?" you father hollers from downstairs, most likely hearing the shower run to know you're awake and ready to eat.

you drag yourself downstairs, mind still on her with every step you take and suddenly being awake is more exhausting then it's ever been.

"hungover?" he jokes at the sight of you, sliding you a cup of iced water and a plate of various breakfast foods that make your stomach growl angrily at the lack of food it's received in the last eight hours.

"a little. more worried about the fact that i got cheated on though." you joke back with a humorless laugh. your father frowns from across the table, shaking his head at the idea of his little girl going through her first heartbreak with a girl he wore would do anytning to protect her.

"gonna kill er'. tie her by her feet and leave her for the coyotes, ya hear me?" the seriousness on his face makes you chuckle knowing full and well that he means every word.

"she'd still have a better time than i'm having."

the rest of breakfast is silent and so is it as you clear the table, leaving the dishes in the seat for your dad to clean as he insisted.

ding.

ding.

ding.

your heart rate picks up at the sound of your phone pinging knowing there's even a possibility that ellie is tying to communicate with you.

you hesitantly lift the phone, turning it over to unlock it before reading the messages that are indeed from her.

goodmorning lover

going to the skate park today

wanna come?

the fucking nerve. you roll your eyes, now angry at her audacity, leaving the message on read before walking back upstairs to your bedroom.

you sit on your bed and think. you think about any warning signs that could have prepared you for this moment and most importantly, anything that could excuse her actions but you come up with nothing because what she's done is simply inexcusable.

you ask yourself things like "how long" or "how many times". there's been multiple occasions where you two have spent your weekends doing separate things and your only thought after last night is about the possibility of all of those moments being spent being unfaithful.

you feel shame, embarrassment, and anger. shame because you're now the girl everyone will pity, embarrassment because you said nothing to her in the moment, and anger because there was something to be said about in the first place.

you don't know how you'll go about this issue. while you know you can't stay silent, it's not exactly easy to confront her about something so serious.

there's so many devastate thoughts and emotions rolling into a big ball that sits heavy in your heart, weighing your entire life down.

almost three years you spent with this girl, genuinely happy you felt and you'd like to think she felt the same way. that's why you can't seem to understand why she'd go and do what she did. it had to be out of her own selfishness because you'd never given her a reason to seek out anything in another that she didn't already have access to from you.

love, sex, affection, etc. you gave her your all.

you can still remember the first time you ever spoke to her, back in your senior year of high school you first noticed the very pretty and one of the only open lesbians in your school. you were pretty proud of your sexuality and yourself as well and knew making a move would be no trouble.

from the moment you spoke to each other, you felt such intense likeliness for one another and it just never faded out, even in your sophomore year of college.

you just knew that you'd be together forever, but now you realize that was all just hopeful wishing and not something that was certain.

as time ticks away you find yourself scrolling through your camera roll, looking back on the simple times with your girlfriend, when things were easy and you were sure of the love you felt present.

there's videos of her fast asleep on your chest, her chasing you around your house, and just her making silly faces into the camera before demanding the video be stopped because it's been too long.

there's pictures of her tucking flowers between strand of your hair, her kissing your cheeks, and images of her posing in your clothes claiming that she was in her 'model era'.

so perfect things were. so perfect she was.

ding.

you unintentionally click on the message when trying to slide it off of your screen, thanking god it wasn't ellie, but the two messages before you were so much worse.

hey girly, didn't know she had a girlfriend but this is from last month. we've been messing around since then :( im so sorry

and an image of ellie tucked between the same dark haired girl's arms seeping soundly sits on your screen before you.

#this felt so personal #i love it #╰┈➤ mich's recs ⭑ ࣭ ๋

[astroels]

lover girl!ellie headcanons

sinopse: highschool romance with ellie

cw: nsfw with warning near the end, swearing, basically fluff, ellie and reader play soccer, puppy love, slightly loser!ellie, not explicit if reader is fem or masc, not exactly proofread (it's definitely not)

★ lover girl!ellie who has a bunch of girls swooning over her but she doesn't pay any mind.

★ lover girl!ellie who is the soccer team's captain and meets you when you join the team late junior year.

★ lover girl!ellie who helps you during practice and games.

★ lover girl!ellie who asks you for water during practice and spends the whole week thinking about the indirect kiss.

★ lover girl!ellie who notices how often you blink, how heavy you breathe, how you look at her during practice.

★ lover girl!ellie who writes about you in her journal.

★ lover girl!ellie who talks about you to her best friends.

"you should ask her out, ellie" dina would always say, jesse backing her up, but ellie always brushes it off with sweet flustered chuckles.

★ lover girl!ellie who gives you a sketch of you after practice, the day before spring break.

★ lover girl!ellie who nearly falls off the bed when you text her.

★ lover girl!ellie who invited you over (dina and jesse's idea) and you draw together... ellie praises you through it too.

"you play with colors so well" "you're doing good, see?" as she points to your work.

★ lover girl!ellie who asks joel what he thinks of you and spends the whole night rambling about you.

★ lover girl!ellie whose eyes widened when you kissed her goodbye, she pulled you to a hug before kissing you again, arms wrapped around eachother.

★ lover girl!ellie who ever since, hangs out with you everytime she can and smiles everytime you call it a date.

★ lover girl!ellie who when you're back at school doesn't mind pda at all, holding your arm, your hand, your back.

★ lover girl!ellie who gives you handwritten letters after you do it once, adding sketches. becoming a thing between the two of you... from high school junior year to now, the end of freshmen in college.

nsfw (praise kink, switch ellie and reader)

★ lover girl!ellie who preferes cozy making out on the couch or the bed.

★ lover girl!ellie who loves dry humping, pressing your jeans agaisnt eachother

★ lover girl!ellie who loves when you mutter words of praise and love during your first time together.

you on top of her, rubbing her clit while she sucked your neck, collarbone and tits trying to keep quiet. "let me hear you ellie..." you whisper into her ear and suck her earlobe and she lets out a "fuck" and her legs shake. her hands find your hair pulling you so you face her, you smile. "god you're sexy" she grunts and kisses you deeply, moaning into your mouth as you slide a finger inside and a few thrusts in, she's cumming around your fingers. you end up going down on her later, she's squirming underneath you at every praise... a "you taste so good, ellie" while roaming your hands on her abs and hips and she's cumming all over your tongue once again... for the third time.

★ lover girl!ellie who takes a little longer to find the confidence to give and top you. asking for reassurance and leaning onto your praises.

"you like that?" her voice is raspy and she's doing everything perfectly. she's sat against the bed's headboard and you're on top of her as she fucks her fingers up into you. "yeah" you tilt your head back, moaning her name, grinding your clit back and forth on her hand. "you're doing so well for me ellie, fucking me so well" you look down at her and she fucks you deeper and you fall on her shoulder "am i now?" she asks and you can feel her grin and she grabs your ass. grunting "so. fucking. pretty" between thrusts and you grip her shoulders, almost yelling her name against her shoulder and she doesn't stop until you're squirting "good girl yeah... good girl "

★ lover girl!ellie who really values aftercare, kissing eachothers shoulders and backs... cleaning after eachother.

★ lover girl!ellie who makes love and fucks good.

#so so pretty #╰┈➤ mich's recs ⭑ ࣭ ๋

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⊹ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 ⊹

warning: water-sports, extreme overstimulation, graphic depictions of lesbian smut, r!receiving finger bang, sarcastic Ellie, fluff + loving at the end.

vague description: reader has a full bladder and is trapped in Ellie William’s hatchback.

author’s note: re-upload of my fic from last blog, also don’t read this in public. It gets intense.

“Pinup paradise diner…home to… ‘The World’s Bustiest Milkshake Jars?’”

You read, with your face nosed deep into the crease of the monotoned map. You deflated back into your seat, irritated at the amount of eye-strain required to make out such small font. And let the roadmap blanket the top of your thighs.

“Is that where we’re going next?”

Ellie's eyes were intently focused on the red Honda Civic in front of her, the one she’d almost rolled her windows down to spit at, less than a minute ago. Her stacked bracelets clinked as she cracked the knuckles of each one of her boney fingers.

“Is that what it says on the map?”

You flipped back to the legend, squinting at the list of diners, drive-ins, and street trucks. The corner of her plump smile quirked, hearing you mutter,

“Jesus, how do you read this thing?”

Your squint jumped between Ellie and the page, “uhhhh…yes?—yes!”

“Then that’s where we’re going next.” She crudely cracked her pinky last. The last finger with chips of black nail polish speckled on it and a snug silver braided ring that hugged it. She settled into her seat, merging onto the left lane.

“Pinup Paradise? Really? Seems like an odd choice for a drink after going to Whopping Wrap.”

You flipped the map neatly back onto your lap as your girlfriend flicked the blinker up.

“Milkshakes after chicken wraps Ellie? Really?”

“Hey—Tommy said they have the best milkshakes this side of the state. That type of man, the fucking lumberjack he is, does not fuck around when it comes to satiating that gnarly sweet tooth.”

She muttered “He probably has cavities bigger and darker than the cracks in the Grand Canyon.”

And your tiny giggle teased a smile out of Ellie, as she half-heartedly blocked the swats you struck at her with the rolled up map.

Your girlfriend got such a fucked up kick out of busting Tommy’s balls, and he knew it too.

She flicked the signal light up higher once more and cruised right into the strip mall lane that led the car through to the drive-thru, the diner growing closer each second.

In a smooth slow crawl you and your girlfriend rolled towards ‘Pinup Paradise Diner.’

A canary yellow, vintage diner, littered with paintings of 50’s pinup models that decorated all of the glass windows.

A drive-thru swinging sign read ‘The World’s Bustiest Milkshake!’ above the order window.

You were incredibly humored, noting all the double entendres and puns that weaved through the slogans graffitied across the menu board and windows.

A young crew member poked her head out of the order window, smiling tightly before asking for both of your orders. She watched on while Ellie fished for her peeling leather wallet in the back pocket, and poked her head out of the side of the hatchback window.

“Hey, can I grab a blueberry crust milkshake? And she’ll have….” Ellie trailed off, shooting you back a look with her eyebrow raised.

“…What’ll you have?”

“I’ll have a vanilla bean milkshake please. Also could I get a bottled water, if you have that?”

“Okay, so right now we only have the 1 liter sized bottled water.. would that be alright?”

“Ah, I’m sure that’s no problem, I’ll take it. Thank youuu.” you sang, and the girl mirrored your gentle smiled. You settled back into your seat and she closed the window.

“Why’d you get water?”

Ellie observed, hastily touching up her upper and bottom lashes with mascara, in the dash mirror, before she had to put her foot on the gas.

Vain. You teased in your head.

….But so pretty.

The mascara made her already long lashes, even longer. Her dark brown eyeliner was smudged, yet the grittiness was still so attractive on her. “You should wear brown eyeliner more Els. It really brings out the green in your eyes.”

She side-eyed you suspiciously.

“Thanks?…”

And you rolled your eyes. Your girlfriend loved to pretend she was allergic to compliments unless they were talking about her earth-shattering service top abilities.

Ellie grabbed both your milkshakes. And used her teeth to rip the paper cover off her straw while passing you your drink.

She put her foot on the gas and peeled out.

“You still didn’t answer the question.”

“What question?”

“The question of what possessed you to buy an entire liter of water?”

“Because like, you know the sweet aftertaste left in your mouth after you eat something really sweet? I don’t know, but it makes my mouth feel dry.”

“Ah.” she responded.

“…that’s actually real as fuck.”

“Right?” You settled deeper into your seat. Hugging the milkshake to your chest while you stalked a few instagram stories, relaxing into the rhythmic roll of your girlfriend's beat up hatchback.

Townhouses and parked SUV’s started running on either side of the car as Ellie drove on, deeper into suburbia. You pushed yourself up to gaze out the window.

“Where are we going?”

Ellie turned right into a smaller street.

“To find a place to park. I’m tired of driving.”

“Hmm, sorry baby” you hummed as you rubbed her thigh. Your eyes lit up. “Then can I drive your ca—”

“—no. When will you stop asking?”

“When you finally let me drive it? Let me behind the wheel please.”

She scoffed, eyeing you up and down. “So I can end up with my knees touching the back of my skull? Yeah no.”

“You’re not funny Ellie.”

“And you’re the only passenger princess I’ve seen whining to do her girlfriend's job. Be a lady, damn.”

You broke down laughing, clutching your chest while Ellie bit her lip down to put a lid on her own laughter.

You shimmied close to her, your breasts squishing her upper arm.

“Then can I have some of your blueberry shake?”

She circled the straw around your mouth and made you chase it.

“uh ah-uh-hah—Ellie.” You whined.

Ellie barked a laugh at how adorable you looked, and then slotted the straw onto your puckered mouth.

“Mmm…”

“You like?”

“Yeah it’s so yummy. I should’ve gotten that instead.”

Ellie attempted to take her milkshake back, but with some struggle as you leaned further and further into her seat, pressing your front body into her arms just to keep tasting it. You were practically finished your own drink, and were now drinking half of hers. And in that moment you recalled at all the previous times your girlfriend had gripped your ass and whispered how you were a greedy little princess in your ear. Ellie was an asshole through and through.

But she spoiled you, and she loved doing it.

You eased back, and Ellie stole her milkshake back. She circled her tongue around the tip of the straw before sucking it. Wrapping her pink lips around the sticky tip your rosy lip gloss had covered seconds prior.

You dropped your empty cup in the cup holder and went to chug most of your water. It provided an indescribable amount of relief from the saccharine blanket on your tastebuds. A cool feeling that settled in you, as Ellie pulled into a grassy park parking lot.

Willow trees lined up along the curb, their weeping pose provided shade to several lots, including the one above you.

Ellie killed off the engine. She tipped her head against the headrest in relief. She flexed her fingers, stretching out the kinks, feeling the breeze run past.

Her head lolled limply to face you. “Do I really look that good in brown eyeliner?”

“Yes you really do.”

Ellie’s cheek dimpled.

“I love when you tell me stuff like that.”

“Like what? That you look pretty?”

You murmured into her shoulder, looking up at her.

“Yeah, makes me feel…dunno, not like a greasy loser.”

“Please, as if I would ever let a greasy loser bag me.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Jesus, kill yourself.”

She maintained eye contact with you, green eyes jumping between your own. Reflecting the amber beauty of the sun in its sparkle. She gave you a soft smile, you gave Ellie one back. A truce to the constant teasing. And Ellie took it as an invitation to dip her head down, and pull your lips into a kiss. One she’d been yearning to do since she’d first reversed both of you out of your driveway.

Ellie chased the kiss into the back seat. She gripped the fat of your hips to inch you slowly off of the center console and towards the back. She followed, kicking her loose driver’s seat forward with the sole of her sneakers. The slide adjusting rail had seen better days, and had been owned by better people than the currently horny, blunt, ungraceful young lesbian who had an avid penchant for violence, that owned it that day.

Ellie teased her hand up from your hips to the base of your neck, to grab the back of your head as she worked her puffy lips against yours. She was hungry for your little mouth, and it was seen in the way her jaw flexed.

Ellie kissed you with a remarkably intense eroticism.

Her hands ran down over the fabric of your milkmaid top before ripping the holes away from the buttons to let your tits spill out right into her hands. Each nipple immediately kissed the waiting pads of her thumbs, as they moved to greedily massage the sensitive head. Grazing each of your puffy tender domes over and over. “Fuck, need to suck these heavy tits baby.”

Ellie’s lips made their way down your chest. She suckled some swollen red marks into the skin, before making her way lower. Coming eye to eye with your nipples.

“Can you please squeeze your boobies together?”

You took your palms and pushed them together. Ellie's whiny sigh sent heat pooling in your tummy. She leaned in, licking a greedy stripe across both nipples, tickling their head with the tip of her tongue, tonguing the flesh around both areolas. And suckling your nipples intermittently then popping off them. Leaving both of them so puffed out.

Your squeaks filled the expanse of her small car, and her aroused groans joined to match.

She shoved her fingers in the waistband of your tiny denim shorts and tugged at them. They budged, but barely, so you helped your girlfriend. You lifted your ass off the seat and slid your shorts and thong down your thighs, before Ellie slid them the rest of the way off your ankles and threw them in the front seat.

The soft breeze blew past your cunt. Exposing the warm skin to a cooler environment.

“S-should we be doing this in a park?” you squeeked.

Ellie kissed her answer on your lips “there’s” *smooch* “no one” *smooch* “here.” As she shoved her hand down to palm the fat of your vagina. Feeling your pussy fill up her fingers. Ellie curled a middle finger into your tight hole, it barely wanted to split apart to accommodate her finger. But she marveled at how hungrily it sucked her in. She pumped shallowly before adding in her ring finger.

Her chrome ring grazed the swelling mound inside your hole; your g-spot. And it pulled a pathetic mewl out of you. She curled her wrist up, ligament appearing. And pumped harder. Enjoying your shaking thighs in the air.

Your brain was melting into mush. And all you managed were barely coherent babbles.

“…feels ss-s'good” your eyes were rolled backwards.

“God bunny…” Ellie marveled, “your pretty pussy’s so greedy.”

Ellie’s teeth dug into her lip “How did I bag you?”

All you could muster were delirious squeak noises in response as you tugged on the base of her ponytail.

“Look-look down” Ellie’s fingers grasped your chin, pulling your eyes away from her flushed aroused face and towards your own shiny pussy. “L-look at how you’re swallowing my fingers.”

Ellie’s forehead knocked against yours.

“Hey…c-can you squeeze for me?”

You never disobeyed her instructions, not when you both were like this. Nodding limply, you clamped around Ellie’s fingers, a choked moan escaped you. And a deep, throaty groan escaped her. Feeling how tightly you suckled in her fingers, how badly you wanted her there, made a warm heat throb between Ellie’s legs and left her boxers sticking to her sloppy cunt. Ellie could almost cry that she couldn’t bully a cock inside you, just to feel that desperate clamp around her cock.

Her ring pushed into your plump inner walls over and over, and dragged a new delicious zing of pleasure through the ribbed inner walls. Puffy, swollen, and sloppy with slick.

Ellie had a newfound resistance in her thrusting, the clamping, warm grip of your puffed out walls were holding her fingers still. But she kept pumping, like a suction cup being stuck on and popped off.

You were assaulted with thrilling pleasure from your walls clamping, chasing the press of her jewelry. And from your girlfriends frenzied, desperate thrusting. Ellie was just as hazy brained as you.

It was a costly mistake. All of the fluttering was stimulating your pelvic muscles. Which stimulated the other tiny hole snuggled in your pussy. The familiar pressure of a full bladder pressed behind the teeny hole of your urethra. Your squeaks came out strained. You scooted into different positions on the seat, trying to ebb away the pressure.

The shifting positions only made it worse as your tummy squished from movement, and as Ellie pumped upwards.

She jack hammered her fingertips against the puffy roof of your warm cunt. Her feverish ministrations put so much pressure on your bladder. You choked out a breathy plea.

Your hands skated up your girlfriend's torso, past her exposed waist and pebbled nipples that strained against her t-shirt, and finally towards her square shoulders in an attempt to push her back.

She needed off.

“I gotta…uhn… I gotta.” you whimpered.

“What was that?” Ellie sighed.

“I-ah!” The thrust felt so good.

You were whiny “th-think I needa pee.”

“I’m fucking you so good it’s got you confusing cumming for peeing? Y’so adorable it’s insane.” Ellie kissed your lips, picking up her pace.

She took the hand she’d used to squeeze and pinch your tits and brought it down to press on your lower tummy, as she thrust up.

Oh.

“Nnnnhnhn no! ph-please ewwie.. can’t—hold it.” You babbled the same desperate plea incoherently, but with a mouth nearly paralyzed from the incessant abuse of your hole Ellie was doing, you were left whiny and gulping, babbling tiny sentences at a time.

Sweat pricked at your skin, an orgasm was fucked into your vagina, and a full bladder pressed at your urethra. You didn’t know what to do as the mounting climax forced against your urethra left you with a desperate need for release, in the car.

Ellie’s lips kissed your jaw, snuggling against your head.

“You wanna let it out, big girl? Make a big mess f’me. We can clean it all up later, I promise.”

“nuh—ah Ellie no no…aghh! ”

Your urethra let out a thin light spurtle. Settling into the space between you two as more slick gushed out of your hole. You sobbed through your orgasm, from the joint pleasure of climax combined with relief from pressure pressing against your urethra. Ellie kept fingering you through each tiny pump of liquid that squirted from your urethra and through each contraction of its sloppy wet vagina, as slick spilled out of you and ran past your bare ass, onto her leather seats. With each aggressive thrust of Ellie’s fingers—fuck in—pull out—came out spurt after spurt, from each hole. She slowed down once you fell back into the seat softly; boneless and glass-eyed. Like an abused rag doll.

You both caught your breaths, Ellie from the aggressive thump and heat in her pussy. And you from your ‘accident’.

Ellie watched as the looming embarrassment creeped every so slowly onto your face, as the orgasm slowly ebbed away. She placed shaky kisses on top of your head. Cupping the back of it in support.

Sure, maybe her car wasn’t the best time to explore that kink. Seeing as the bottom half of her shirt and her belt was wet.

But she wasn’t going to let her girlfriend curl in on herself in shame, just because of her body’s natural reaction. Especially one that Ellie practically fucked out of you.

If not for the small space of the car she might’ve pulled you into her lap, to kiss away the upset creases between your brows. But she could do nothing more than hover above your trembling body, and caress your squished tummy with her free hand, until the shaking eased.

She was breathless. “You did so good, baby.”

You shoved your face into the crook of Ellie’s neck. The sweet cologne on the collar of her shirt calmed you down, with its medley of gourmands, lavender and florals.

Your girlfriend had a way of grounding you. Everything about Ellie had the ability to. From her cold, icy fingers, to her soft, pine scented hair. To her woodsy cologne, always left on the collar of her shirts, ready to tranquilize your unrest.

“nuh-uh I—.”

“—So good. My good girl, doing exactly what I tell you too, c’mere.”

Ellie unplugged her fingers out from your hole and suckled the last bit of slick cream off, then swiped it on her shirt. She licked her lips. Using her now clean hand to cup the side of your jaw and draw you into a heated kiss that left both of you trembling.

You shifted positions in the seat from discomfort.

“You still need to pee s’more?”

“No.”

“Babe…”

“Maybe.”

Ellie reached over and opened your door, then hopped out from her side. Jogging over to shield your body.

You crouched in behind her, her and the car towered over you from both sides.

You pouted up at her, and she glowered down at you. Her arms crossed firmly as she looked away briefly to scan around the area. Before parking her gaze back down at you as the remaining stream from your bladder emptied itself.

“No more vanilla bean milkshakes.” you winced at the feeling of the breeze tickling your swollen labia.

“Of course. Yeah, that was the real culprit. Not the mega-giant 1 liter water bottle.”

You frowned.

Ellie’s arms dropped from their cross, and her black fingernails pinched the fat of your cheek and pulled teasingly.

She reassured you.

“Yeah sure, we’ll blame it on the vanilla bean milkshake.”

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i wanna ride so fucking bad (i’m not talking about the motorcycle)

[picture from @//offtwotheraces on tiktok]

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it’s kinda rude right now that I’m not kissing a pretty girl

#just went to the movies with her

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shes preoccupied my home life 🫶🏻

#michelles photos

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I might edit this draft I have and post it to hopefully spring my motivation to write again

#i miss being on here

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ to take a nap in a tulip ⇨ e. williams

ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 3k

masterlist

summary: a super bloom and a lot of ‘i love you’s that mean so so so much more.

cw: established relationship, farm!ellie, some banter and reader is a cutie patootie, flufffffff, & little bit of smut let’s pretend farm!ellie lives in santa barbara for funzies & continuity stuff (yeah & probably the softest i’ve written in a while so.. be cool)

a/n: for my #1 fangirl.

A burning sunset will still burn even if no one watches. It is an undeniable thing that people will still believe even if they don’t see it. They will take your word for it because… why would you lie?

That’s how it feels to love Ellie. Like a sunset. Blistering an orange. Something bright and blinds your vision if you stare for too long. It’s as close as you can get to looking right into the sun.

That is what she is. The Sun, the stars. The whole universe is made up from and for her.

She shines.

It’s why you keep staring at her while you stand lazily on the porch of the farmhouse, the light glistening the thin layer of sweat on her skin while she hikes back from herding the sheep back into their pen.

“What?” She breathes, taking the steps two at a time just to get to you quicker.

The grin you permanently seem to be wearing on your face forces your words to come out with a halved laugh attached to their tail.

“Nothing… Just—” and that’s when the laugh silences you, dodging your head away from her gaze.

“C’mon. Don’t do that.” she’s still huffing, trying to regulate her breathing but… she had felt your eyes on her for the last 5 minutes, and when she finally caught a glimpse of you it was like, well she didn’t really know.

But what she did know was that it felt right. You were right. And that was more than enough for her.

The look in her eyes softened when you turned away from her, and she took a few steps closer to you. Even while she was hot and sweaty, and wrapped her hands around your waist to settle low on your stomach.

The phantom of a baby she secretly wishes was there.

Sure, Ellie hadn’t been to keen on having kids before. They could be shitty little brats. And she’d have no idea how to have one, let alone take care of it.

But with you, she know it’d be easy. Here, on this farm, it could be perfect.

A little “mini me” she figured. She hadn’t thought too much about it, and never brought it up to you. But she also thought that she’d want to propose first.

With a real ring. Something that clicks into place just as you clicked right into Ellie’s a few years ago.

She sighed into your neck just before kissing there, instantly relishing in how she was the only one that made you melt this quick by relaxing into her touch.

“I love you.” you spoke, the words drifting far from your lips into the wind that took away the sun every beating minute.

You loved her. You loved Ellie. More than the words, and somehow more than all of the unexplainable ways that you held in your chest.

It nearly seeped out of you, right onto her skin like a tear stain that could never be removed.

“Yeah?” she questioned. It was a murmur against your skin, but you felt the uncertainty in her voice.

She didn’t believe you could love her like she loved you. Even if you proved yourself every time. It always takes seeing it in your eyes and the softness in your voice to convince her.

A repetition. A prayer even.

In an instant you had found the sides of her face in your palms, making yourself clear like the shared glasses in your cupboards.

“I love you Ellie.”

And the second time, it rings in her ears.

Something like a familiar song that makes her close her eyes and relax in your hands. A thumb runs along her cheek. You smile.

“And hey, don’t tell anyone but.. I’m like, super in love with you too.”

You feel her begin to grin against the palms of your hands when she questions you again. She’s always doing that.

“Oh really?”

“Really. Big time.”

She smiles. Then holds onto your wrists and begins to rub slowly across them.

“Me too.”

“Oh really?” you giggle. This is so childish.

But she leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours so gently as she goes: “Big time.” before there’s a flutter of her eyelids closing and a swarm of butterflies breaking in your stomach when she kisses you.

You can’t help but draw her even closer, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and leaning back against the banister of the porch.

Ellie finds your hair and tangles it at the base of your neck, striking a match down your spine straight to the very center of you and releasing a quiet moan against her lips.

And when she hears it, all she can do is crack a smile against you as she tries not to laugh.

“Still got it.”

That deserves the playful jab you throw at her, muttering a small “Asshole,” as you straighten up.

“Come onnn. What happened to ‘I love you’, ‘I’m in love with you’?!”

“I take it back,” you say squeezing out from the space between her and the railing and begin walking back inside.

She follows right behind you like a lost puppy, a dramatic huff falling from her lips with a sigh.

Ellie pulls open the screen door, still fighting the chuckle inside her.

“That was kinda funny.” she calls out, not even knowing where you are.

“I was being genuine!” you yell from upstairs.

“So was I! I still have it!!” Ellie says when for a second time that day, takes the stairs two at a time to get to you.

When she finds you again, you’re sitting on your shared bed with a few towels that you’d just folded.

“Yeah yeah, now go shower. And change your clothes.”

Just to get your point across, you hold up a hand to swipe it back and forth in front of your face and uttering a loud “UH-”

“Wow, okay. I see how it is. No I get it, really. I’m just gonna— there.” and she reaches forward onto the bed to grab a freshly folded towel, then reaches back over to completely make a mess of the rest of them.

“Go.” you laugh with a slow shaker of your head.

“Yes ma’am.”

And you're left with a solute as the bathroom door clicks closed a few moments later.

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“You know, I actually have a surprise for you.” Ellie says as she shakes the lasting moisture in her short hair out, getting it all over you in the process.

“You’re like a dog.”

“Because I have a surprise? Okay, trying to prove my love here.”

“No— because you just got my shirt all wet with your shaking. And you don’t have to prove anything, I know you love me. Remember yesterday when you were beg—”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. It was noon and you were begging for me on the kitchen floor Ellie,”

“You caught me at a bad time— Now, the surprise-”

“Okay, sure. Continue.”

“Don’t ‘sure’ me.”

“I- Alright. The surprise. What is it?”

She sighs, then rolls her eyes as an extra just before they almost immediately soften when she looks at you.

“I’m taking you out.”

And she says it so matter-of-factly that it makes you stand up from your lazed position on your bed. “Els…”

“Figured it might be cool to see, especially out here.” it was too late, her eyes had a smoke in them and she was already on fire, reaching for your hand and not waiting for you to take it.

“Where- Uh, shoes? Cool okay. Ellie, where are we going?”

The second you made it out the door and a few feet down the driveway, she had stopped in her tracks. “You're gonna love it.”

And she opens up the passenger door to her old red pick up truck, helping you inside and then practically running to the drivers side and turned the key into the ignition in no time.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” But you know why as soon as you ask it.

Ellie is genuinely smiling ear to ear. She is honestly more excited than you are at this point, bouncing in her seat as she drives barefoot and fresh out of the shower with her hair still damp.

She is wasting no time.

Ellie’s racing the sunset when she pulls up onto an old road that you don’t seem to recognize.

“What’s this?” you ask, leaning forward in your seat to get a glimpse of what you’re looking at.

“C’mon. Hurry hurry.”

She unbuckles you then herself in one swift motion after quickly shifting the car into park while leaving the headlights on as the sun began dipping behind its familiar mountains.

Saying goodnight one last time.

Once again, she’s opening up your door and helping you out.

Your feet land in the soft dirt that’s next to the road, a perfect home for the thousands of flowers that were bloomed right in front of you.

“Look.” she said.

God.

Hundreds upon hundreds of poppies littered the ground, vibrant and burning.

A true confession. Some kind of prayer that had come true.

“Ellie…” you took a few steps away from her and the truck, the feeling of the ground right beneath your feet, the smell of the rain in the soil, and the wind that picked up as soon as you began to walk.

It was perfect. It was love.

“How did you find this?” you ask, absolutely beaming.

She can’t help but crack a grin across her face when she looks at you. Too fucking cute.

“Like a week ago. I was patrolling early, and when I came back I passed right through here.” She looks around, admiring the swarm of orange and hills that made the wildflowers stand tall.

“Cool huh?”

“Yeah.”

She was proud of herself. Proud to have pulled another one on you and made you smile from ear to ear by doing practically nothing. All she did was drive about five minutes North and keep the secret to herself for a few days.

You follow her gaze… taking a few more steps from her and fighting the warm tears that pooled in your eyes.

It was just so.. pretty.

The flowers don’t even know how beautiful they are. And that thought makes you frown with a gasp as you bend down and whisper to them. “S’ pretty.”

Your hand is lifting the wildflower to face you, almost as if you were tilting up its chin for full, undivided attention.

Ellie is soon nodding her head toward you, chirping up a fact that she knows would make you swell. “They uh… most of them, they’re dormant. Deep in the ground and don’t come out unless there’s like— a lotta lotta of rain. Why it’s called a super bloom. When they all.. bloom at once.”

Somehow, you’re able to smile wider and you make your way over to her and wrap your arms around her waist, letting a slightly audible giggle bubble out of you.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, letting her arms wrap lazily around your shaking frame.

Her voice cracks at the end of her question, which only makes you laugh harder. “It’s— you. I love you. So much. Even when you’re a nerd sometimes.” and the giggles are soon to eat you alive the second she pulls away from you.

“I’m not a nerd.” her voice is fighting to be stern and thick with a playful offense.

You laugh. “A little bit. Just a tiny nerd.” And you're pulling two of your fingers together to form a pinch, watching her head shake slowly.

“Okay, but you love me anyway.” And she rests her chin on top of your head. She’s smiling.

She’s just glad you like it. And that you like her, after all this time.

“I do. A lot actually.”

You’re muffled against her chest, but it doesn’t matter. The words would echo in Ellie’s ears for years to come, she’s sure of it.

“You gonna prove it?” she asks. But she knows you don’t have to. You do it all the time, nearly everyday you prove that Ellie is the sun and that you practically orbit around her.

“Oh shut up.” you pat your palm flat against her back as you let out a small, dry laugh.

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The two of you find yourselves laying in the bed of Ellie's truck a few minutes later, deciding to stay out “Just a little longer.” because the stars looked oh-so inviting.

And so you were wrapped up under Ellie’s arm, using it like a makeshift pillow while her other was behind her own head.

“This is really nice… thank you.” you half whisper into her, glancing over for a second before you slide your palm over her stomach that is covered in a clear white shirt.

“Figured you’d like it. You like the flowers… and all that stuff.”

You chuckle, and she feels you shake against her ribs for a beat. Almost confusing herself when she thinks her heart had actually transferred to yours before realizing you were teasing her.

“‘That stuff’ but you knew it was a super rare phenomenon..”

“Okay- I didn’t know it’s rare.” she projects up into the sky.

“Yeah, I know. But it’s still cute. And I loved it. I love you. Thank you.” she turns her face toward you, and you take the perfect opportunity to kiss her as another thank you. One she will definitely understand.

It was such a grand gesture, even if it was as simple as driving up the road. Sometimes it really is the thought that counts. Especially since she was so excited too.

And it’s not like there weren’t other flowers everywhere, because there was. It was just the fact that she had taken the time, and barely been able to keep it from you and was so happy that you could see something so.. pure.

The flowers here in general were like that. And if you were honest, it was a bit shocking at first. Noticing the speck of purple peeking out from underneath an old car, coating the inside with swarms of wildlife and an ecosystem surrounded by rusted engine parts and a cracked windshield.

Or behind the old farmhouse that you and Ellie had been fixing up, the woods that broke out just past the last acre of your yard— and the wildflowers that grew there… grew everywhere. It was amazing to think that life could bloom from absolutely nothing. All they knew was growth.

In your downtime after you had begun noticing them more and more, you had actually begun taking the time to learn and identify them. Spotting some Bush Poppy— along the edges of a recent fire that had previously been some wheat crops.

You found it interesting that they grew best in places that had been burned. Something poetic. Taking to ground that was seen to be lifeless and crisped… only to grow roots and soak up the ash with new leaves and a bright welcoming yellow.

Welcoming like the sun that was starting to let her hands travel across your hips to bring you closer to her.

A small groan escaped her lips as soon as you rolled forward into her. And she let out a full and complete gasp when you threw one leg over her waist and straddled her.

You were already breathless; letting Ellie take it all for herself without needing to be asked to. And when you spoke, the darkness of your pupils was enough to let her say yes to anything you asked.

“Let me prove it.” was all you said, and you had her nodding, pulling the clean shirt off of her and exposing her bare chest to get nipped by the wind and send a swarm of goosebumps there.

But soon enough, you’re taking them in her hands, the warmth causing her to close her eyes softly and fight the urge to buck her hips upward.

With her eyes closed Ellie managed to pull you down toward her, kissing you. She couldn’t think about anything else. She didn’t need to. All she needed was to find you and bring you home.

And she did both of those things a long time ago. But even still, maintaining you was even scarier. She wanted to prove herself as much as you wanted to prove that she was everything you’d ever need.

A proof that is found in both of you when Ellie eventually gets your jeans unbuttoned and delicately holds your bare hips in place while she guides you to rut against her over and over again.

There’s a song playing in the background, performed by the crickets and matched with shallow breaths, the tiniest and thinnest whimpers and chants of “I love you, I love you, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.” as you fight for your face to get as close as it can to Ellie’s.

You need her to hear you. You need her to believe you.

She says it right back, splintered and cutting away when she realizes she’s about to cum with your clit rubbing against hers . You’re hitting the same spot just right, with your eyebrows furrowed and gripping around absolutely nothing when you lean forward and you cum against her.

You’re riding faster, harder even, moaning into the wind with Ellie doing the exact same. Taking you in, and pouring out of her as she finally reaches her peak and falls over that ledge with the grip on your hips stapling her to the fucking ground.

She guides your hips, relishing in that high and the fact that she is literally seeing stars. And how you’re real, you’re here, and you want her.

She believes it when she sees it, and God does she.

She wants to fucking marry you. If you’ll let her. She wants you forever. For the rest of time and as long as there are these stars in the sky and flowers in the ground.

Ellie wants you, just like you want her.

And that’s final.

#THE CUTEST EVERRR??

[astroels]

actually on my knees begging for a girl next door blurb with Ellie

like imagine moving into the house next to her’s and her being all grumbly and closed off because she cannot physically face the reader because she’s just a loser lesbian and OMG THE UNKNOWN PINING SUJDJSNSNDB

I NEED HER I CANT-

WHERE IS THE LOVE FOR LOSER GND!ELLIE ⁉️

giggles.. cause like.. yea.

if we r talking modern!ellie, oh god would it be the most cliche shit ever (plz tell me if u want jackson!ellie version cause i’d be happy to do that too. or jus more of this concept) [not edited]

⋆˚✿˖° im talking, ellie looking out from her window in her old house, eyes narrowing as a moving truck pulled into the pretty blue house next door. the neighborhood had been recently taken over by young families, which ellie hated— cause why was she being interrupted in her ‘laying in her bed while blasting music and complaining to herself’ alone time by a bunch of kids screaming outside? either way. she expected another one of these cases.

⋆˚✿˖° but then you popped out, trying to handle three boxes all on your own, cheek pressed against the cardboard as you yelled something ellie couldn’t hear to whoever else was in moving truck. you had glanced over at ellie’s house, maybe even up at her window. and maybe ellie was just dramatic, but she flipped away from that window and face down onto her bed so quickly she was pretty sure it was a new record. because fuck you were pretty.

⋆˚✿˖° and it only got worse later, when el was pulling her hair down from its bun, glancing the sun pressing below the clouds. her fingers moved to close the curtains of her window, and there you were, standing at the window directly across from hers. like— shit straight from a taylor swift music video or something.

⋆˚✿˖° and you, almost as awkward as her, let your hands fall down from their place above your head. you had been putting up shades, but once you caught the gaze of your messy haired neighbor, you smiled at her. fuck, you smiled and waved and ellie just turned away and shut her curtains. you know, like the master at social interactions she was.

⋆˚✿˖° a twin frown painted both your lips at the interaction that night, and at the same time you both huffed out, “god, why’d i do that?”

⋆˚✿˖° nothing really got better from there. not when your family forced you over to ellie’s house with a plate of cookies, your sweet smile the first sight ellie had seen that day as she turned the doorknob to shoo away some girl scout selling something. “we don’t need— oh— oh hi.”

⋆˚✿˖° you looked so fucking pretty. ellie was sure it was fake. maybe she was still in bed dreaming. maybe this was about to turn into one of those really weird s- never mind. you were talking now, and not asking to borrow sugar, so definitely real. “hi! uh— I just, we— i mean, my family, we just wanted to introduce ourselves. and give a gift i guess,” you glance to the plate of wrapped up treats and chuckle lightly. because really, cookies?

⋆˚✿˖° ellie was about red as the shirt she was wearing, stammering a thank you as joel creeped behind her at the door. “you the new neighbors kid?” joel had asked, making ellie clam right up. she backed away from the door, like— just side shuffled out of your view with an awkward wave.

⋆˚✿˖° your eyes followed her, fighting back the odd sense of disappointment that you were no longer staring at the freckled and flushed face of your new neighbor. “uh, yea—yes sir.” you eventually spoke again, offering your grin to joel instead.

⋆˚✿˖° one time joel was doing yard work the same time your family was outside working on the garden. you were fanning your sweating cheek with your hand, the warmth from the sun along with carrying in and out heavy tools was not exactly ideal, and you only felt more heated when ellie came outside the door at the exact moment joel ended up making conversation with your mother.

⋆˚✿˖° “your girl in college?” you could hear him ask, but it was lightly muffled, your attention instead on watching as ellie struggled to bend over and tie her converse against the wall. what an odd way to do it. she was balancing some sort of notebook between arm.. maybe pencils too? did she draw? or maybe write? why couldn’t you stop wondering about it?

⋆˚✿˖° your mom answered joel’s question with some version of the story she always does, gushing about how you were doing so well in school, how she was so proud of you. you didn’t tune back in until joel was speaking again, “ah yea, my — well, ellie, she’s in school too. physics major. but she’s got this thing for astronomy too. kid’s always talking about double majoring.”

⋆˚✿˖° god, she was cute and smart? and her name was ellie? you swore the sun got even hotter at the thought of her talking to you about quantum something-or-other, just nodding along. god you could see it now. a hand in that pretty auburn hair.. mumbling ‘mhm.. whatever you say ellie.’

⋆˚✿˖° then you saw her trip down the stairs on her porch as she looked over. full on hand on the side of the stairs to keep her from eating shit on the rocks there. you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling a giggle as you wave her way. only to be given a tight lipped smile as she quickly moved away to her car. god. what an odd girl.

⋆˚✿˖° ellie simply lost it the moment she sat in her car, groaning loudly as she slammed her sketch book on her face. “stupid fucking shoes!” she muttered, as if it was the shoes fault for tripping, and not the way she had been intently staring at your face from across the yard. definitely not.

⋆˚✿˖° but really she couldn’t help it, you looked so good, you were wearing shorts, and ellie was happily taking in the sight of skin before that evil fucking creaky porch board got her tumbling down. fuck. she couldn’t ever talk to you again. not ever. she let her head fall to the steering wheel as she went through a million and one ways to simply become invisible and escape any way of running into you. maybe she should become nocturnal.

⋆˚✿˖° but when she let her head fall to the steering wheel, it honked. like a loud, drawn out honk that had you, joel, and your mother’s head turning to the direction of the sound.

⋆˚✿˖° ellie screeched, and you pressed fingers to your lips to contain another smile. you were pretty sure living here was going to be kind of great.

#╰┈➤ mich's recs ⭑ ࣭ ๋ #def need more !!

[astroels]

every time i look at this picture i start blushing and my heart starts beating really fast and i get giggly and my palms get sweaty and my legs start shaking and my pussy starts quivering and and and and and and and and and and

[astroels]

"what would you do if i went to touch you now?" — ellie williams

i never thought i'd write ellie tbh. when i started writing on here i was super set on pedro's characters and threw in tommy and tess in there too, but i always felt weird?? writing ellie, but THEN i read some masterpieces and i was like lol hold on?? i want in on that too.

so here we are with an ellie fic. normally i read her as a dom/top and kinda mean but i wanted to switch(literally) things up a bit heh. ok enjoy <33

and yes i was listeing to i can see you (taylor's version) while writing this ♡

pairing: ellie williams x f!reader

context: ellie hates it when you're not paying attention to her

contains: wlw relationship, moderndayau!, whiny ellie (dying), oral, fingering, ellie's a switch?? wow, face sitting (i literally screamed into my pillow), cuddling!!!, ellie begging??omg yes pls, reader being more of a dom, ellie being a bit of a brat. literally just lesbians i mean what more could you want.

no use of y/n

mdni

my masterlist ♡

enjoy♡

The paintbrush in your fingers was coated in a gorgeous cerulean color, complimenting the rest of the hues across your canvas. With another paintbrush between your teeth, you switched the two, dipping one in the jar of water next to you to clean it off. The light coming from the window to your right casted a golden glow on the canvas, almost blinding you when you too a step back to see where you were with the progress. 

You took the brush out of the water, using the end of your dress to wipe it clean. 

You'd bought the dress second hand for the purpose of painting in it and somewhat destroying it when you used it as a rag. But that's what made it beautiful. What once was a plain cotton dress, was now a soft canvas on your body, hugging every curve with a different color. It was especially comfortable during warmer days, letting your legs cool off while you painted.

As you sighed, rubbing your neck for a second, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, lips kissing the open skin of your shoulder. You absentmindedly smiled, feeling Ellie's chin rest on your shoulder as her curious eyes danced across the canvas, following your brush.

You'd been together long enough to understand what she was doing. Ellie had never been one to initiate physical contact besides a quick kiss to your lips or cheek before leaving. You didn't mind it; you liked being the initiator. But today she was feeling a little extra lonely when she came over to your apartment. 

She didn't think you'd be cooped up in the studio all day, painting while she watched TV in your living room, groaning in boredom when you didn't bat an eye at her and rolled her eyes when she realized you were too immersed and concentrated in your work than giving all that attention to her. 

"Babe..?" She said in your ear, fingers pushing away loose strands of your bun from the back of your neck. She placed a kiss there, closing her eyes as she took in your scent.

You kept your eyes on the painting, almost hearing the subtle smirk in her voice while you took the last bit of mixed paint from your palette with your brush and coated it on the canvas. "Hm?"

Ellie's warm breath hit your neck as she sighed, her hands traveling down to your hips as she gave you a light squeeze. You felt her press herself against you, your ass flush against her.

"C'mon, you know what I want." Her voice drawled out, glancing at the side of your face to see the subtle smile you hid behind a strand of hair.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ellie." You teased further.

Her hand went forward on your stomach, lips pressing to your neck and shoulder. Slowly, she bunched up the material of your dress, sliding her hand under it to caress your bare stomach. 

"Oh, yeah?" She said, humming. "I wish I could believe you."

You couldn't hide your smile anymore as you bit your lip, stifling a giggle in the back of your throat. Her hand moved from your stomach and you could hear the floor creaking as she moved behind you, making the smallest of noises as she knelt down, except you didn't know that.

When her hands slid down from your waist, to the sides of your thighs, she glided them back to your ass, squeezing and kneading it in her hands. Your eyes closed, feeling the wetness between your folds start to increase and soak your panties slowly. The brush in your fingers trembled and you gripped it tighter, trying to keep your composure.

"Ellie…" You breathed out, feeling the way she pushed the back of your dress up your ass. Her fingers found the elastic of your panties, slowly sliding them down and leaving them at your knees. "Ellie, I need to finish this…"

Your voice wavered and you dropped the brush on the ground, paint splattering on the wood floors. Ellie's smile widened as her hands spread your asscheeks, kissing your soft skin and dipping her head between your legs without a second thought. Her tongue found your pussy and she gave it a little lick, making you slightly bend over and catch yourself on the little wooden table of art supplies before you. 

"You can finish." She said, bringing her hand up to drag a finger between your folds. "Don't mind me, baby, it's like I'm not even here."

You sucked in a breath, laughing quietly. "You're mad, aren't you?"

"Me? No, of course not." She kissed the flesh of your ass, fingers working between your folds and gathering up the slick you provided just for her.

"Don't lie, I know you are." You breathed out, clenching your jaw as you bit down on your teeth.

Ellie's tongue took another lick at your pussy, sending a jolt up your spine and your fingers gripped the edge of your work table, cursing under your breath. Her hands slid down your legs, pulling up your panties and adjusting them into place. She moved to get back up, but not before she placed her fingers on your clothed cunt, rubbing the material to make it gather up your wetness and leave you feeling desperate for her just as much as she was for you.

"You're horrible." You chuckled, turning around to face her.

Your eyes fell upon her hooded ones as she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you up against her as yours went around her waist. 

"Am I?" She tilted her head, tugging at the hair tie that barely held your bun in place and watching at the way your hair cascaded down when she tugged it off. Her fingers brushed a few hairs behind your ears, giving you a smile.

"Very much, yes."

Ellie rolled her eyes, pulling you towards her as she pampered kisses on your cheeks, using her hand on your jaw to tilt your head and move to your neck. "I want your attention. Give me it."

You laughed, fingers slightly digging into her waist. "You're needy."

"Mhm…" Ellie chuckled lightly, her tongue licking a long stripe from the nape of your neck to your jawline. "Babe…"

You looked back at her when she moved her head in front of you, her hands on either side of your neck. "I'm all yours, Ellie." You whispered, pressing your lips against her, feeling her smile. God, she was sickeningly addictive. "You've got my attention."

Her grin widened, pulling you in for another kiss and placing a firm hand on your lower back to press you up against her. 

"Is that why you've been grouchy all day?" You ask between her lips.

She raises a brow. "I've been grouchy all day? No…" Her tone was fake, sarcasm rolling off her tongue as you let out a giggle.

"Very grouchy."

Your hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it enough to slide your hands underneath. Her lips let out a sigh, muscles relaxing under your touch as you squeezed at her waist. It was her breaking point, you knew that very well.

"Fuck…" She breathed out quietly, the bridge of her nose brushing against your cheek.

"Tell me what you want, Ellie." You leaned in, lips teasing the skin of her neck, finding her collarbone and giving it a gentle suck. "Let me give you all my attention."

Ellie let out a breathy laugh, her hand slipping into yours and she dragged you to your bedroom down the hallway, pushing you on the bed as she climbed on top of you. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her down for another kiss which she gladly returned.

"Can't believe a fucking painting has you more interested than me." She mumbled into your skin, tugging down on the straps of your dress to reveal your breasts. "Next time you want my attention, I won't give it to you. You know, it's only fair."

You couldn't help but smile, knowing she was bluffing more than anything. "Of course, you only play fair."

Ellie hummed, her legs straddling your lap as she sat up, removing her shirt. Your hand instinctively went up her stomach, feeling the soft skin under your touch and finding the curve of her bare breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." You muttered, sitting up on your forearms to attach your lips to the center of her body.

Ellie smiled in return, her hands tangling in your hair. 

"What do you want?" You asked, looking up at her. Hands on her waist, you felt her squirm on top of you, looking for friction as she pressed herself against you.

"Anything." She said out of breath. "I'll take whatever you give me."

"Yeah?" Your lips quirked up, smiling at her. Her giggle echoed as you flipped her over, your legs on each side of her hips. "My needy girl…"

Your words mumbled against her skin as you kissed between her breasts, taking one in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around her nipple, feeling it harden in your mouth and her back slightly arching when you gave it a tug with your teeth. She was in a moment of bliss, eyes closed and jaw slack. Her freckled cheeks were a rosey shade, gentle fingers pushing your hair out of your face.

Her eyes followed you when you sat up, watching the way your fingers bunched up the fabric of your dress and lifted it over your head, discarding it somewhere over your shoulder. She couldn't keep her hands to herself and immediately reached for you, following the curve of your waist to the sensitive skin of your breasts. She sat up on her forearm, kissing the center of your body just as you did to her and opening her mouth for one of your breasts.

With a smile, you cradled her head in your hand, tangling your fingers in her soft brown hair and gently tugging when she flicked the sensitive bud of your nipple with her tongue.

"Fuck, look at you…" She grinned, speaking mostly to herself as her eyes moved themselves all over you, soaking up your image as if it was the last time she'd see it. 

"Let me make it up to you." You said, placing your thumbs under her jaw to tilt her head up. "Want you to feel good, hm?"

Ellie's pupils dilated, nodding without a sound when you gently pushed her back down, finding the button of her jeans and tugging them down her legs. Impatience flew through her body and you caught a glimpse of the way she fisted the sheets without much thought. You found a comfortable place between her legs, fingers hooking under her panties and sliding them off. 

Quietly, you heard her let out a small whimper at the feel of your kiss against her inner thigh, teasing slowly as you inched towards her aching cunt, practically inviting you in. 

"God — Fuck, stop teasing." Her voice strained slightly, head falling back onto the pillow.

"Such a brat, Ellie." You said with fake sympathy, running your hands all over her thighs, moving to her hips and waist. "Ask nicely."

Ellie's hips squirmed, moving them in hopes of getting something out of you, but you barely budged, simply digging your fingers in soft flesh.

She sighed, defeated. "Please…" The tone in her voice oozed embarrassment. This was her role, she was supposed to have you begging, but it'd be a lie if she said she didn't enjoy you taking control. In fact, you were worse than her. You'd edge and tease her until she was a blabbering mess, mind turned into putty and drool mixing with tears, and only then you'd let her come. Unless you were feeling extra mean. "Please, touch me."

A gentle kiss to her mound had her exhaling, head drowning in your soft pillows and your fingers spread her open for yourself, your warm breath hitting her a thousand times more than usual. With a slow lick, your tongue disappeared between her folds, nudging at her clit with the tip of your tongue and she couldn't hold in another whine.

"Taste so sweet, Ellie." You cooed, using a finger to spread her slick all over her pussy, watching the way it glistened for you under the perfect light from your windows. "You sound so pretty when you beg. Let me hear you again, come on."

It was as though her brain constructed the sentence in her mind, but failed to send the signal down to her throat to let the words come out. The only thing she could do was let out a small whimper in response.

"Beg, or I'll stop."

Her head moved to look at you at the tone of your voice; harsh and demanding. "Shit… Please, please…"

"Please what, sweet girl?" You urged and she mumbled something under her breath, pleading eyes looking back at you with desperation and gloss. "Use your words, Ellie. Come on, you're a big girl, right? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Ellie's lips quirked up, shaking her head in disbelief with a breathy laugh. "Fuck you." You smiled at her. "Stop teasing me and touch me."

"Oh, now we're demanding, huh?" You mumbled against the skin of her thigh, sinking your teeth into the flesh and feeling her wince from the pain. "So you can boss me around, but you can't ask nicely? What a shame, Ellie…" 

You gave in just slightly, dipping your head to circle her clit with your tongue and releasing it again. 

Her mouth opened, breathing out harshly. "Please, I just —"

"You just what, honey?" You held her eyes, fingers playing with her pussy nonchalantly as if you weren't soaking up your own panties, grinding your hips on the mattress for your own pleasure. "Tell me."

"I need you— need you to… Fuck…" 

"Poor thing can't even speak." You cooed, finding her hole and pressing your finger against it. She hissed, back arching off the mattress and then you pulled it away, tapping at it a few times as the sound of her wet cunt filled your ears like music. It was your favorite sound. "How will I know what you want now? Guess I'll have to stop until you tell me."

Ellie's eyes slightly widened, feeling you pull your hands off her aching heat and leaving the cold air to hit her skin. 

"No, please — Shit, please don't stop." She said, voice laced with despair. "I want you to keep going. I need your fingers, your tongue, please."

A smile crept up on your face, chuckling at the low level of begging you were able to bring her to. Ellie's face flushed, cheeks red and lips swollen as she looked back at you expectantly. "There you go. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" 

Her chest rose up and fell when your lips connected with her pussy, finding her clit immediately and sucking on it. A small noise left her lips and she collapsed further back on the bed, body squirming and hips wriggling under you. You locked her in place, keeping your arms under her thighs and resting your hands on her hips. The soft dip of her hip made you squeeze on it, digging your nails long enough to leave a mark you'd kiss later.

Sliding your fingers between her folds, you gathered up her slick, using it to easily slide your fingers inside her hole, looking down at the way she stretched around you, clenching her walls and trapping you in. 

"Oh, fuck…" You watched her put a hand over her face, mouth open and her free hand reached down for yours, holding onto it. You gladly squeezed her hand in assurance, placing your lips back on her clit as you began to pump your fingers in and out of her.

The sound of her squelching pussy mixed with her agonizing and needy moans almost drove you to insanity, making your own walls clench around nothing as you pressed your hips down on the mattress and grinded them.

Completely lost in your touch, Ellie couldn't utter anything else other than pleads, begging for a release only you could give her. 

"I got you, baby." You mumbled, feeling her tighten against your fingers as if almost crushing them. "So sensitive…"

A dragged out whine left her lips, hips thrashing under you and her mouth opened to let out a moan. 

"Gonna come on my tongue, pretty girl?" You looked up at her, eyes falling on her heaving chest. "Go ahead, let me taste you."

She wasn't sure if she heard you or not, but her orgasm washed through just then, coating your fingers just in time. You pulled out of her hole, tongue lapping at the juices she spilled for you. You hummed at the taste of her, mouth full of her slick. She felt you moving above her and opened her eyes, your fingers pushing down on her jaw and she opened her mouth, tongue out as you let all the gathered up juices in your mouth drip down your tongue and onto hers, smiling when she closed her mouth and swallowed without being told.

Ellie's lips curved up, a giggle that turned into laughter making its way into your ears. Your own laugh mixed with her, arms wrapping around you and she pulled you down, gently turning you over on your back. Her lips attached to yours, tasting her yet again in your mouth when her tongue swirled with yours, teeth biting down on your lower lip as she pulled back.

"Gonna let me return the favor?" She smiled, thumb grazing your bottom lip to gently tug it down. She watched you nod, your eyes glossing over with lust and desire for anything she had to offer.

With curious eyes, you watched as she laid back down on her back, a grin plastered on her face.

"Come on. Take a seat." She took your hand gently, pulling it to her lips to place a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

Eagerly, you got up, throwing your leg on the other side of her face and catching a glimpse of the way she bit her lip in anticipation. She moved under you, hands on your hips as she adjusted herself to align your heat with her mouth. Her sharp look locked onto your and she raised a brow.

"Sweetheart, I said sit, not hover." She said.

You stuttered for a second, looking down at her as you used the wall for support. "Ellie, you'll suffocate —"

"—Yeah, I want to. Now sit." At the last word, she squeezed at your hips and pulled you down, spreading your legs further apart until your weight was fully on her face. With a firm hand, she gripped the soft flesh of your ass, kneading it in her hand. "Yeah, there you go. Look so pretty like this, don't you?"

She didn't let you respond, her tongue already slipping between your sticky folds and gathering your sweet slick. Your eyes fell closed, listening to the way she hummed into your pussy, her eyes never leaving your face, even when you looked away. One of her hands moved, pressing her palm on your belly while her thumb moved to your sensitive clit and began to gently rub.

"Oh, fuck — Ellie…" Your body jerked forward, nails digging into the wall before you. 

Her tongue lapped at your needy cunt, listening to you whine and beg sweetly for her to go faster, to rub your clit quicker.

"See, I'm not a monster like you, babe." She mocked, sucking your bud into her mouth. "I'll make sure you come without having to beg. You know, just to balance things out."

You chuckled above her, moving a hand down to fist her hair into your palm and she groaned. "Fuck you."

"You already did."

When she felt you trying to squirm away, your hips lifting off her face to escape the rigorous pace and rhythm she settled for, her arms locked you in place, pushing your further down onto her face until her nose brushed against your clit. Your cried out, jutting your hips and riding her face as her eyes closed and her tongue didn't settle for less.

"God, fuck — Ellie, please." You pleaded, mouth open as your throat dried out from heavy breaths. Your forehead pressed against the wall, holding yourself with your arm against it and tugging at her hair. "Oh my God, right there."

"I know, I know." She mumbled, moving a hand to cup your ass. "And you call me sensitive."

Your core tightened, her arms holding you down forcefully and that had you wondering where the fuck she got all that strength from. Biting down on your lip, her ears picked up the sound of your dragged out whines, soon to become moans as your cheeks turned a crimson red.

"You gonna come on my face?" 

You nodded absentmindedly. "Yes."

"Yeah? Come on, I want you soaking me up."

Her words gave you one last push, your mouth falling open with no sound coming out and your body stilled for a second, feeling the release in your system. You shook and trembled above her, sounds leaving your lips as you fought to catch your breath. Ellie's gentle hands ran up your waist to your back, gently scratching your skin with her nails.

She held your hand as you climbed off her, immediately turning to engulf you in her arms. Her face nuzzled in your neck as she wrapped her arms around you from behind, taking in a breath to inhale your scent. Your own arms wrapped around hers, intertwining your fingers with hers. 

"You should pay more attention to me." You heard her mumble, making you laugh quietly.

"You should try harder if you want it."

"Oh, screw you." She pushed your shoulder with a laugh, turning you around to face her. Her eyes softened at your face, the way your eyes almost sparkled and glowed, cheeks red as your body came down from its high. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

"I know. You better be."

You smiled, scooting closer until your head nestled in her chest, arms around her waist as she cradled your head, throwing a leg over your waist.

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Hcs for Ellie dating someone with small boobs

N/A (Ignore if you want LMFAO): I think everyone is on board that Ellie is a boob girl, and I totally agree, but whenever I see a post about it, the writer never exactly clarifies what size they are giving the reader, but it is almost always obvious that it is targeted toward girls with a bigger chest. Some writers will even put something like ‘Ellie loves all sizes’ but will continue to only write details for bigger boobs. Which is totally fine. If big boobs are all you know how to write, then continue to do so. I still read them, and I enjoy doing so but sometimes it just feels a little invalidating..? I would also like to say that this isn't targeted at anyone, and this isn't meant to hate or call anyone out this is just something I've noticed as someone with a smaller chest.

Anyway, this is for the girls whose boobs don’t exactly drop or fall when they take their bra off.

WC: 900+

CW: Talks of NSFW at the bottom (separated from the rest of my hcs), I guess thats it?, established relationship.

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Loves when you wear oversized shirts. Small boobs + oversized shirt = more room for Ellie's head to sneak her way into your shirt and listen to your heart beat. For the longest time, she would swear that this was the only way she could fall asleep but then summer came and it got too hot to do that anymore :( 

Got right back to it though when the weather started cooling down 

Ellie loves kissing the tops of your boobs when you wear a low cut shirt. If you don't wear low cut shirts often, she will give extra kisses in hopes that it will show how much she loves you and your body. If you wear them often, then you’ll be getting chest kisses just as much. 

You often tap her nose and say "Boop,” so one day when your nipples were poking through your shirt, she tapped one of them and said “Boop.” You both stared at each other in confusion until you broke and started giggling. You did the same thing to her because her nipples were also poking through her shirt

Loves hugging you. Because both of your guys boobs are small, you guys can get really really close to each other during hugs. Like nose touching close, every limb of your body is touching her, and if your noses weren't in the way, your guys would be able to give each other butterfly kisses. (When you flutter your eyelashes against someone else, in this case, ellies eyelashes.) 

Hugs every day, all day. She's so clingy, she needs to be touching you in some way or “she will die.” (her words) 

If you’re feeling really insecure about the size of your boobs, Ellie will try her best to comfort you. Shes a bit awkward and will often bring up how she has small boobs too and doesnt feel bad about them and sometimes that just makes you feel worse but it's the thought that counts. :’)

If you’re the type to wear tiny tops because your chest allows you to do so, Ellie would just have total heart eyes. She thinks you're so perfect and loves taking you out because she knows you’ll get all dressed up for her. 

Nsfw: 

On the topic of tiny tops (if you wear them), Ellie likes them because of easy access. It's so easy to just drag the fabric down or up, and bam, your chest is right there on display for her. 

The first time Ellie saw you without your top on, her pupils would just expand. She would kiss all over your boobs. Below, on top, right on, everywhere. She's so in love its embarrassing :')

On the rare occasion that you guys are away from each other, she’ll ask for a picture because “she needs to see them,” and you’ll make a joke something along the lines of ‘there's nothing to see’ and she will get so pouty because she's so needy, and you think this is an appropriate time to make jokes. 

You're sitting on Ellie's lap and riding her strap, you guys are face to face. If Ellie's hands are bigger than your chest, then I would imagine she would have her hands on your upper back or your side, right next to where your boobs are, because she likes to watch how they bounce. Even if it's not a lot, she still gets mesmerized. 

Ellie's phone background is a photo of you, holding the camera completely topless with Ellie behind you. Her head rests on your shoulder, and each of her hands is covering your boobs, acting like a bra. 

If you don't wear bras: Before you and Ellie were dating and you guys were just friends, she would try so hard not to stare. She would try focus so so hard on something else, but it was so difficult for her to look away when your nipples were just right there. Later, when she got home, she would touch herself because she practically already knew what your boobs looked like, and Ellie has a very active imagination.

Loves playing with your nipples. Before, during, after sex loves playing with them and loves hearing the little reactions you give her

Pinches your nipples during sex and can get pretty rough with it too 

After sex, when you two are just lying in bed, she will lay her head on your shoulder, put her palm over one of your boobs and just keep it there

Ellie loves sucking on your chest and your nipples. When it leaves a mark its just an added bonus.

She thinks its so hot when its just the two of you home alone and you're walking around in just a tank top proudly showing off the hickeys she gave you last night (and this morning)