prettygirlontheside

[prettygirlontheside]

Who tf is Michael

Michaels!Ellie falling in love with Painter!F!Reader

HC of employee Ellie working at Michaels and falling for artist reader

Warnings: soft!Ellie, simp!Ellie (we all need sum of this), assertive!reader, reader described with feminine terms, cute lesbian behavior, dumbasses in love

June has brought me out of my hibernation, but now I gotta gay, go*

-I imagine your first meeting with Ellie not exactly being the best introduction to her

-she’d been working almost 9 hours now, nearly to the close of her shift and down dealing with stupid questions and rude customers

-that’s when you tapped on her shoulder to pull attention from the headphones she’d snuck past the watch of her boss

-Ellie’s agitated what, not exactly catching the cool and calm demeanor she usually carried well

-ofc all the annoyance in her face melted nearly immediately when she ripped off her ear buds and turned on her heel to come face to face with you

-bc there you stood, with your pretty face scrunched in confusion and dismay at the reaction you received

-and all Ellie could do was stand awkwardly with her internal monologue running a mile a minute, face heating up, body rigid

-bc you weren’t the middle aged, incompetent man she was expecting

-but a young woman around her age, wearing a loose pair of overall shorts mottled with various paint strains, a crisp tee tucked under yet slightly bunched over by the sides

-you were holding a red basket filled with different items you clearly had gathered from your trip around the aisles

-when you sassily leaned on one hip, clearly dissatisfied with the response you’d received, yeah, could you help me find the acrylic paint? I can see some aisles were re-organized

-Ellie was swift to apologize, blaming it on her exhaustion and lack of awareness when you broke into a light chuckle

-and with that soft laughter, Ellie was hooked then and there

-it was pure coincidence at first that the days you chose to buy more art supplies, that Ellie was also working

-although it was only a coincidence for the first few weeks until the two of you noticed

-and yet neither of you had the courage to say anything, you’d also fallen into a routine neither of you dared to change

-you’d come in once or so a week, picking up a red basket and making your way down the first section of the store you needed stuff from

-it took a month until Ellie had built up the bravery and shut down the racing of her heart enough to actually speak to you again

-Ellie would already be on her way to check and see if you needed any help finding anything, as if anything had changed since last week

-and there you were debating between two different canvass, something Ellie didn’t really know much about seeing as she just stuck to regular paper from her sketch book

-uh hey, she silently cursed herself for the out of character and totally uncool stutter when she watched you turn towards her, a light smile gracing your face that made her insides become jelly

-which canvas? You placed her basket on the ground and quickly handled the two you were trying to decided between, holding them side by side

-and she was caught off guard by your confidence, and charm, and the way your brows crinkled a bit in question and the baggy nasa tee tucked one end into a pair of cotton shorts, were those pjs? Maybe it was your laundry day, maybe you ran out of bottoms or you just wanted to be comfy, the car keys in the front pocket had jingled slightly when you’d moved and when you’d spoken to her it sounded like bells-

-well my boss would recommend I side with the bigger one, more expensive, Ellie leaned in as she spoke, taking a few steps into your space and giggling like a school girl internally when a grin slowly built on your face the closer she got

-but I’d say it depends on what it is you’re painting

-and that’s how she ended up in your living room, wearing a smock that smelled like you and your sweet perfume

-cheesing a smile like an idiot at your laughter that echoed after she had brushed a thin stoke of blue paint across your cheek

-she felt the stars align when you’d smooshed your face into hers, smudging the blue into her freckles and smirking like you’d done something so devious and sneaky

-when in reality her body was full of butterflies and her ears burned from the blush forming at the feeling of having your skin against her

-what is that? you had gestured to the artwork Ellie had been painting for the last half hour, eyes running over the colorful lines and confusing brush strokes

-it’s you, she chuckles, and she’s been smiling for so long her cheeks burn, her heart burning with longing when your face pinches and glances between her and the work she’s done, it’s abstract

-oh okay, sure sure, you turn back to your own canvas but Ellie can’t take her eyes off you

-you’re wearing a little yellow dress under your own smock, and it makes her mushy and soft thoughts race at the fact she’s only ever seen you in casual clothing

-and before she can think she’s leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, feeling like a moron when she realizes her lips are now bright blue from the paint still on your skin

-until you turn with that sweet face and soft expression, and giggle with sincerity as you lift part of your smock to wipe at her mouth

-Ellie knows she’s a tomato by now, she can feel it, and it grows worse when you cup her face with both hands and plant your lips on hers

-you taste gentle on her tongue and she’s lost in your touch and how you tug her closer

-yeah, Ellie could get used to this

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[prettygirlontheside]

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[prettygirlontheside]

Having another bad day. Coping with $25 salad delivery.

[prettygirlontheside]

sword lesbian this gun bisexual that. what about the axe lesbian

[prettygirlontheside]

Yeah she’s cute and all but I’d rather fuck you

College!Abby Anderson x F!Reader

You thought Abby liked some other girl, turns out you were most definitely wrong.

Warnings: useless lesbian behavior, mutual pining, soft!abby, heavy smut, fingering, oral, marking, slight dom!abby, soft!sub!reader, mentions of jealousy, dumbasses in love

If any minors interact with this fic I’ll fuck your mom

It’s not proofread, close your eyes at any mistakes, I don’t make them. It’ll be edited and spellchecked later 🫶

“Why are you crying?”

The familiar voice from behind caught you off guard, body jolting slightly from surprise. There was the shutting of the bathroom door, although you didn’t hear the telltale click of it locking. It was Abby, presumed to have followed you after you ran off in tears. Hastily wiping at your wet face, you stifled the small huff at how irritating this whole situation had been thus far. What did you think was gonna happen? Abby would magically fall in love with you? The only reason you were at this dumb party in the first place was for your own selfish gain, of course it wouldn’t end well.

“Yeah um, it’s nothing really, I think it’s just hormonal.” You inwardly winced at your choice of response, not bothering to turn and look at the woman behind you. You could only imagine the look on her face, pity. There was a shift, subtle movement as a heavy handed palm was placed on your shoulder. Abby lightly tugged at your body, as if trying to convince you to turn and face her. The action only made more tears spring to your eyes. Glossy gaze looking towards the ceiling to stifle the sob your throat kept attempting to release, your lips forming a tight line.

“Hey, I’m serious. Why are you crying?” This time you were caught off guard not by the voice, but the tone behind it. It wasn’t forceful, not ever, assertive would be a better word, hurt. Hurt? Why would Abby be hurt over you crying? Giving into the pressure on your shoulder, you let the woman turn your body slowly. Eyes hoping to avoid contact, your gaze dropped to the floor, deciding Abby’s heavy, black boots were far more interesting than anything else at the moment.

“Please, you can talk to me. Why are you trying to shut me out?” Abby’s voice quivered, wavering at the last few words with continued confusion. At this your head flew up, red eyes locking on hers that seemed to be donning a few traces of tears as well. Brow furrowing, you pulled your shoulder back from her grasp, watching the way her face scrunched, lips pursing.

“I’m fine Abby, just go back to the party.” Abby’s silent reply was made through movement, hands reaching up to hold your cheeks. The touch was gentle, unsure as if waiting for you to pull away. As much as all the nerves in your body screamed for you to jerk away, leave and go find someone to be alone, you couldn’t help the warm fuzzies that filled your chest. Her hands were large, rough but not calloused, thumbs slowly drawing back and forth at your wet skin. The more seconds that went by, the more you wished she would never leave your side.

“Did someone do, or say something?” Abby questioned, her face pulled with concern, eyes searching even the slightest reaction from you. You let the blond wipe away any remnants of your tears, sighing into her careful touch.

“Alyssa..”.

“What about Alyssa?” Abby spoke up, face hardening at the mention of another girls name. You felt her hands twitch against your face, subtle but noticeable.

“I shouldn’t have gotten in the way.”

“What?”

“I know you like her, and I was just getting in the way all night.” You put into words the fact that had been bothering you all night, not even that but since you learned of Abby’s feelings days ago. The gnawing pain in your chest didn’t subside, although it was placed on the back burner as the woman before you released your face from her hold. She turned towards the bathroom sink, hands grasping the edge and she slumped over, a dry chuckle falling from her lips.

“Abby?”

“I don’t like Alyssa.” You froze, feeling the temperature in your cheek heat up at the shift in her voice, the new information quickly sinking in. Stuttering for some kind of answer, you were suddenly tugged to the right, rear hitting the edge of the sink. One of the light bulbs in above the vanity flickered, adding a whole new level of anticipation to what was about or happen. Abby had you tucked in her arms, caged in by large biceps that looked as though they could tear the sleeves of her shirt. Fingers resting by either side of your hips, she was towering over you with a quizzical look, features more calm than before.

“You were jealous.” Abby wasn’t asking, she was telling you because she knew she was spot on. You swallowed the lump beginning form in your throat, becoming acutely aware of the way your heart rate had began to race. The closeness the two of you shared wasn’t helping much either.

“Yeah, I was.” You didn’t both lying or trying to hide it, Abby always had a way of knowing when you weren’t being honest with her.

“And why is that, pretty girl.” The proximity between your two bodies, chests nearly touching, breath fanning each other’s faces, coupled by Abby’s choice in nickname made you almost fold inward.

“Don’t make me say it.” Your eyes fluttered as the blond leaned in further, her eyes scanning your face. They swept over your own gaze before landing on your lips, then back up to lock on once more. Your head ducked, eyeing the college logo on her navy tee.

“Why does the idea of me liking Alyssa bother you enough to make you jealous?” There was a feather light touch beneath your chin, lifting your face to level with hers. There was something different about the look in her eyes, something you hadn’t had the luxury of seeing yet. It was soft, yet the way her pupils were blown wide told another story, enough to give you whiplash.

“You know,”

“I don’t.”

“I like you.” You blurted out, eyes falling to the way Abby’s mouth remained slightly open, the mischievous look on her face disappearing. Then her lips were on yours, pushing against you, pulling your waist close with a tight grip. The touch sent sparks down your arms and legs, prickles tracing up and down your spine. It felt as if you were floating, your body only being held down by Abby’s grasp, warm fingers digging into your hips, keeping you grounded. When she pulled away, it took everything in you not to surge forward and follow her retreating lips. A soft smile was playing on her features.

“Thank god, I thought I was the only one.” Abby leaned in once more her lips merely ghosting over yours.

“What?” You breathed in her scent, overwhelmed by the fact that another kiss was a hairs length away.

“I like you too.” Then your bodies were flush to one another, Abby’s hands curling into the fabric of your shirt to keep you tight against her. Your legs shook as her tongue skimmed your teeth, dipping into your mouth as you opened your lips wider. A warm palm firmly planted against your ass, squeezing the plump flesh. The bathroom felt stuffy, as if all the air has been sucked from it leaving you, and the woman holding you, panting.

“God, you know no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Abby mumbled into your hair line, eyes shutting as she took in the sensations of your hands on the side of her back. She pressed gentle kisses to the crown of your hair, a deep contrast to her wandering hands, “To feel you against me.”

“Abby,” You gasped softly into the fabric of her shirt, fingers gripping at her back of it. This only seemed to spur the woman on, both hands coming to firmly clasp at your waist. Lips finding one another’s, your tongues met once more, eyes screwing shut at the pressure of Abby weighing into your front. Her body shifted, pushing one leg between yours and angled her thigh up. The sudden rough presence of the muscle digging into your clit sent your body skyrocketing, becoming putty in her large hands, “Oh fuck.”

“Shit. The minute I saw you in these shorts I knew I’d have trouble tonight.” Abby grunted as you pulled away, forehead falling to her shoulder. Warm breath fanned over your neck, pulse racing as it only got closer.

“Trouble? With what?” You found your voice wavering, overcome by the sensations between your legs. Teeth grazed the side of your throat, digging into the tense skin.

“Keeping my hands off you.” Then there was a small sting, Abby’s hot mouth working on your neck, teeth testing the waters with a small nibble. Abby’s low chuckle into your throat brought heat to your already burning face, ducking as she raised her head to look. A smirk played on her lips as you avoided any and all contact.

“I didn’t know you could be this shy.” She joked, there was a slight mocking undertone but you knew it was all in a good light. That’s the way Abby was, never afraid to dip into the mean spectrum of things.

“I’m not shy, it’s just, your leg is,” You spoke with batted breath, feeling how her thigh was pressing harder into the two of yours. This only made her instinctively create more pressure, brow quirking as she waited for your response, “it’s too close.”

“Fuck!” Abby released the word with a deep groan, forcing her leg up until it was firmly wedged against your lace clad pussy. A shape gasp made its way from your lips, cheek falling onto her collar bone. There was the click of a lock, the bathroom now completely shut off from the outside world. You could faintly hear bass from a song, murky with people chatting away, all muddled together and dulled out through the wall.

“I need to touch you, I need to feel your skin, baby, please.” Abby’s voice was rushed, inhibitions thrown the more she felt your body shake beneath hers, breathes coming out in little puffs as she wiggled her knee. Accepting the feeling with open arms, you found yourself filling with euphoria as two hands planted under the back of your thighs. Jumping to aid, your ass made contact with the cold top of the sink, squirming at the goosebumps it caused. Legs spreading as Abby stood tall between your knees, hands now resting on your hips.

“Then touch me,” You whispered against the shell of her ear, feeling her body shake at your words, “I need to feel you too.”

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Abby pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek bone, lips moving to your neck to nibble at the already lightly bruised flesh. Her hands wandered further, pulling the straps of your dress down until it pooled at your waist. Rough hands squeezed at your breast through your bra, pulling a drawl moan from you as Abby kneaded the soft flesh. One of your legs perched on her lower waist, a hand keeping it steady as strong hips ground into yours, “Does that feel good, pretty girl?”

“Yes, yeah it does, shit!” The cuss slipped as one of Abby’s hands slid into your underwear, finger tips gliding past your clit, delving into your wet folds. The both of you let out corresponding moans, tongues finding each other’s. Her fingers prodded at your entrance, your eyes screwing shut as one dipped into your warm hole. Forehead creasing, your body quivered pathetically as Abby thrust her middle finger gingerly in and out, thumb finding your clit.

“Just like that huh?” She pecked at your lips, a sweet gesture that would’ve made your heart swoon if it wasn’t so enthralled by a second finger entering your pussy. Soft squelching filled the air, mixed with your small whimpers and Abby’s quiet groans against your skin. Thumb rubbing tight circles, your back arched back into the mirror, mind hazy and chest rapidly rising and falling. Abby took this opportunity to lift your shirt with her free hand, biting at skin though lacy fabric before pulling your bra up as well. You felt as though your nerves were being rewired, swollen lips releasing moan after sigh and whimper as the blonde had her way with you.

“You gonna cum? All over my hand?” Abby chuckled low against the skin of your chest, body nearly trapping yours with its weight. Your body jolted as her hot tongue laved over a nipple, taking it between teeth and biting gently, “I want you too, give it to me”. Her words did the trick, combined by the heat shooting through your body.

“Fuck, Abby!” You came with a muffled yell as her mouth slotted over yours, all teeth and tongue, salvia slipping from the corners of your mouth. Her fingers didn’t stop their aggressive thrusts, both hands now between your thighs, one holding you open while the other milked you dry. Moans spilled into Abby’s mouth, pulling away with a smirk as your forehead pressed into her chin.

“I’ve got you, look at that, so beautiful,” Her sweet words caused the already intense flush on your face to deepen, surprising considering how red your cheeks were. Abby squeezed at your wet, inner thigh, planting small kisses along your hairline, “Did I do good?”

“So good, god, that felt so good.” You mumbled out, smiling lightly as you leaned back into the mirror, staring up at Abby’s grinning face. She was flushed as well, pupils completely dilated so much so any color remaining was nearly impossible to see. Small beads of sweat had formed on the bridge of her nose, you gingerly lifted a shaking hand and swiped your thumb across the dewy skin. Ready to hop down and wait for your legs to stop shaking, you were caught off guard as Abby sunk to her knees with a dull thud.

“Abby?”

“Let me clean you up pretty girl,” Abby kissed the wetness on one of your thighs, lifting your legs so your heels met her sturdy back. She peels wet fabric to one side, fingers gripping the edge of the counter, your still sensitive core felt shockwaves as thumbs pulled your folds apart, “Look at this mess you’ve made.”

“Ab-,” Your sentence was cut off by Abby’s hot mouth practically french kissing your pussy, tongue dipping into your hole and then laving over your puffy clit, “Fuck!” She was devouring you, eyes dangerous as they watched you unfold, not looking away from your pleasured face or heaving of your bare breast. In her opinion, she had the best view possible. It was salty yet sweet, your previous release covering her chin and tip of her nose, Abby occasionally pulling away just a tad to lick any excess from her lips.

Body arching back and up, your hips began to gyrate on their own accord, grinding onto Abby’s willing face. The building orgasm was causing your toes to curl, bringing a hand to your mouth to silence the whorish sounds leaving it. Your free hand flew to her hair, surely messing up the braid as you tugged at the roots. Her eyes darkened at your near primal movements against her mouth, drinking up all you had to offer.

“One more baby, go ahead and cream in my mouth,” She ushered into your sobbing pussy, thumb moving to rub harsh circles on your clit, returning to fuck you on her tongue. Body twitching, legs shaking, you came full force on her face, clamping the hand tighter to your mouth to keep any unwanted moans from leaving, “That’s it, good girl.” Licking at your inner thighs, cleaning your lower half of all its wetness, Abby stood at full height, using a backhand to wipe away any remnants. Her lips pressed softly to yours, cautious despite the taste of yourself invading your senses. You felt weak, limbs now riddled with fatigue as you pulled away to look up at the tall woman.

“How about we head back to my place, there’s so much more I plan to do to you.”

Requests are open just like y’all legs

#abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou2 #Abby anderson x Reader

[prettygirlontheside]

🏃‍♀️

This is a fic I’m currently working on, it’ll be posted in a day or so

#abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby x reader #Abby tlou2

[prettygirlontheside]

i completely understand the criticism for the whole bit where ryan and laura go off on their own and they’re speculated to be “flirting.” because it’s a dumb direction to take the story in. HOWEVER i don’t believe that there was actually supposed to be obvious romantic chemistry between ryan and laura (and there sure wasn’t), i just think kaitlyn and dylan immediately assumed she’d fall in love with him because they both think he’s charming and irresistible and they can’t imagine someone Not liking him. meanwhile laura in reality is like “lol this guy is a loser. he gets zero bitches. where is my boyfriend max he is gods specialest princess and i miss him so much”

[prettygirlontheside]

College!Ellie Williams HC

Ft.F!Reader

Sfw

You met through Dina, been assigned as class partners when you’d seen the background on her phone of 3 people

“That’s Jesse”

“No, the other one”

“Oh… that’s Ellie” 😏

Not gonna lie the first time y’all met it was kinda awkward, Ellie isn’t exactly the best at casual conversation or small talk

You’d met up in a small cafe near campus, Ellie insisted on paying for whatever hot beverage of coffee and pastry you chose

You ended up on the topic of her tattoo, then classes, hobbies, and suddenly it wasn’t 12pm anymore, it was 7pm

Neither of you are the biggest texters, Ellie’s been scolded by Dina for being too “dry” before, and you tend to agree

Lots of coffee dates, meeting up at libraries to study together, baking cookies together

This one time you both made a bunch of sandwiches and had yourselves a little picnic after class on the football field

Your contact name in her phone is Pretty Girl

You have matching meme contact pictures

Ellie’s a cool girlfriend, the one who hypes you up for what you choose to wear rather than tear you down, as a good partner should

Don’t even stress about anyone trying to shame you for an outfit choice, they don’t even get a word in before Ellie is about to throw hands

Fiercely protective, ngl sometimes a bit overbearing and then suddenly very detached, she’s dealt with a lot and the healing process is still going on

Communication is very important, although Ellie, once again, is still working on that

You usually have to engage if something’s wrong, either that or Ellie just remains in this quiet, withdrawn place

Doesn’t enjoy frat parties all that much, but whenever you’re there she’s suddenly the biggest party animal

Well, if any animal it would be a mouse because all she does is keep to herself and her friends, not making much noise other than the regular conversations

Ellie smokes, not often but enough that she has a little stash in her dorm

Loves to smoke with you if you’re into that, doesn’t push it if you don’t like it

Very respectful of your boundaries, knows she has a lot of her own and wouldn’t want to ever make you uncomfortable or be unfair

Loves when you sleep over in her dorm, wants to share a room next year

Dina takes lots of candid photos of the two of you while third wheeling, sends them all to Ellie who has a folder just for them

This one time the two of you went out for a late night movie date

You were wearing your favorite outfit, she was wearing a slim fitted grey t shirt and form flattering dark jeans

It was maybe 12pm when the film finally ended, there were only like 4 other people in the whole theater

You’d thrown away the empty popcorn bowl, shared icee, and made your way hand in hand out into the night when you both realized it was practically torrential down pouring

The two of you were laughing as you raced to Ellie’s car, noticing how empty the parking lot was with flickering dim street lights

That’s when the both of you stopped running, turning to one another and twirling in each other’s arms, her hands on your waist, your palms pressing into the back of her neck

You were both soaked through your clothes, hair dripping, lashes dewy

There was a pause as you both stood heavy breathing, just staring into each other’s eyes, everything felt right, perfect, but not just in that moment, every second since you met each other

(That’s enough sappy shit 🤢)

Nsfw

(Minors do not interact or I’ll fuck your mom)

The first time the two of you do it, it’s not all thought out, just a flurry of emotions and overwhelming touching

To be completely honest, neither of you really have a cohesive memory of everything that happened

You don’t fuck like rabbits, but your sex life isn’t nonexistent either

Ellie isn’t one for quickies, she needs to take her time with you, make sure she can do all that she needs to your body

Ellie feels like a service switch to me, doesn’t mind not taking the lead but preferring it most the time

She gets off on her partners pleasure, but enjoys it if you want to be on the giving side if you so feel like it

Great with her mouth, but surprisingly not a fantastic kisser when the two of you began dating

She’s very hesitant when she kisses you, lots of gentle pecks and caressing the sides of your face, arms, neck and waist

Her favorite place to kiss you is your forehead, especially when the two of you are tangled under the covers and about to fall asleep

Has an oral fixation, loves to go down on you until you have to physically push her away with both hands

She could spend hours between your legs if you let her, either that or situated between your tits, no matter the shape or size

Sees your body as some heavenly thing, no matter how you feel about it, loves everything about you

It’s not uncommon for you to have hickies, ellie likes to lay her claim especially when the two of you are intimidate with each other

The girl goes feral whenever you wear anything of hers, loves just seeing you in a way that shows you’re hers

The two of you have done in at frat parties before, definitely

I can see a long line forming for the single bathroom, everyone wondering why it’s taking so long as Ellie is thrusting three fingers up into you and pressing wet kisses along your exposed neck, one hand pressed over your mouth to keep the noises down

Those are the only times she’d ever block your moans, always relishing in the sounds you make as she takes her time with you

Im currently working on two longer fics that aren’t hc’s, but i thought id just pop out something like an appetizer, hope you enjoyed

#ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x you

[prettygirlontheside]

i’m too hot to be butchless :(

[prettygirlontheside]

so can we hook up

You’re so sweet,

But no

#you wish

[prettygirlontheside]

Sweet girl

Modern!Ellie Williams x F!Reader

Ellie has a special nickname for her girlfriend, it has a double meaning.

Warnings: lesbian sex, fingering, oral, filthy stuff, sorta Top!Ellie, kinda Bottom!Reader

No fucking minors should be interacting with this fic

“Just one more”, Heavy breathing, erratic pulses, exposed skin littered with bruises, spit licked lips spoke, “Wanna see you make a mess, baby.” Ellie’s hot breath against your face caused prickles to run up and down your spine, body wriggling in her tight hold. One toned arm securing your waist, one tattooed forearm blurring with frantic movements beneath underwear.

It was supposed to be a causal, stay in night at your shared apartment. The movie wasn’t exactly riveting, but the once loud entertainment was dull background noise to the transpiring events. You were perched on your girlfriends lap, back pressed to her front, legs spread to accommodate her thighs steady under yours, knees resting on the outside of hers. Lips peppered kisses across the side and back of your neck, the occasional harsh bite making your body jolt in surprise.

Honestly you should’ve known Ellie wouldn’t keep her hands to herself considering the fact that you were currently wearing her shirt. In fact, you could wear one of her hair ties and she’d go feral, a possessive touch that make you feel completely hers. Especially in moments like these, back of your head resting against her shoulder in exhaustion as rough fingers thrust in and out of your pussy. The squelching was filthy, your eyes fluttering shut to avoid the way heat flooded your cheeks, able to feel warmth creeping down your neck and ears.

“I know you have it in you,” Ellie pressed a gentle peck to your clothed shoulder, smiling into the fabric at the delicate moan that escaped your lips. Maybe you did, but the overstimulation was causing the fuzzy part of your brain to go haywire, shaking in your girlfriends embrace, “Come on, I wanna feel you all wet and tight around my fingers, can you do that for me?”

Like a cord snapping from tension, your eyes squeezed shut at the mind numbing euphoria rolling through your nerves. Body on fire, a loud, drawn out gasp of your girlfriends name filled the small living room, sinking further into her touch. Three fingers wedged deep in your pussy tested the waters with a shift. Catching the sensation with a soft hiss, Ellie retracted her hand slowly, lifting it so both of you could see. Creamy white wetness coated her fingers, glistening under the glow of the tv.

Your eyes widened as the girl beneath you stuck the appendages into her mouth, moaning softly, the sound muffled. Licking all she could from her fingers, you were slightly caught off guard by the way her body began to lift, gently plopping you down on the warm spot she once sat. The tattooed brunette didn’t waste a second before landing on her knees with a thump, roughly gripping at your legs and tossing them over your shoulder.

“I want you to come in my mouth, can you do that sweet girl?” Her once simply lustful tone had taken a turn, dark and hungry as her green eyes scanned your form. It felt as if you were about to be devoured, and you quite literally were. Legs spread, toes curling, your hands gripped the cushion below your weight to anchor down. Diving in, the tip of her nose dug into your clothed folds, head moving back and forth slightly as she inhaled, letting out a, “mmm”. The action caused your face to shoot to the ceiling, listening to the rustling of your girlfriend pulling the soaked material down your legs in haste.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Ellie spoke aloud before the flat of her tongue ran up once, twice, before thumbs were prying open your folds. The wet muscle caressed the delicate flesh of your hole before thrusting in, a high pitched sound leaving your open lips, “Fucking divine.” Ellie mumbled into your pussy.

“Fuck! Keep doing that.” You praised, one hand reaching down to tug her face even closer, wanting to feel every inch of her face between your legs. Her hum of appreciation was heavenly, the vibrations ricocheting down your legs, heels digging into your girlfriends back. The feeling of her nose rhythmically bumping into your swollen, overused clit, her mouth working circles and thrusts in your hole was nearly too much. She wasn’t just eating your pussy, it was as if she was starving for it, humming, ungodly slurping at the creamy liquid, occasionally pressing a sweet yet dirty kiss directly on your clenching core. A deep bite to the inside of your supple thigh caused blood to bead to the surface, head thrown back at the pain mixing with the growing orgasmic sensations.

“One more, just one more,” Ellie began repeating into your indecency, eyes flickering up to watch your face scrunch and body twist. It was impossible to remain still under the assault, squirming at a firm hand pressed into the base of your stomach, forcing you to still. Legs trembling around tousled brown hair, hands flying to grasp at the soft locks, you succumbed to the pressure now boiling over. The silent scream you let out was in time with your release, thighs clamping around your girlfriends head.

Gentle licks clean you up, delicate kisses on your folds and inner thighs. Body twitching uncontrollably, you simply let Ellie do what she wanted, to weak and frazzle minded to bother pushing her away. A low chuckle resonated, rustling could be heard as what seemed to be Ellie wiping her mouth and chin. Firms hands caressed the tops of your thighs, soothing and careful.

“Fuck, I love how you taste, sweet girl.”

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[prettygirlontheside]

every time i get a note from my mutuals i blush and giggle and kick my feet

[prettygirlontheside]

Black tie

Modern!Ellie Williams x F!Reader

Ellie fuck her girlfriend on a desk

Warnings: lesbian smut, light bondage, kinda but not really kinky sex, biting, mentions of oral, sorta Top!ellie

Minors do not interact or I’ll hide needles in your pillow cases

The soft humming from an old, worn radio dulled out against labored panting and creaking of an exhausted chair. Powerful thunder signaled lightning to crack through darkened skies, white noise of rain helping to block out the outside world. A small pile of clothing formed on the floor gaining a new addition, a black, lady bra precariously tossed.

“You looked so beautiful tonight,” Swollen lips licked with salvia spoke hurriedly, smiling down at the girl perched on an arm chair with legs spread wide, knee pushing between, “All I wanted to do was bury my face under your skirt.”

A tattooed hand reached up to release short, brown locks from their previous low bun, strands falling to frame the face. Ellie leaned in, hands on either arm rest, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to her girlfriends temple. The gesture was a contrast from her fervent behavior, slow and affectionate.

“God, you look good enough to eat, baby.” Ellie whispered into her girlfriends neck from behind, hands coming up to hold her hips still. The two stood in the company of their good friends, many with wine glasses in hand and laughter on their tongues. It was a celebratory occasion, one that meant black tie, uncomfortable heels and stuffy suits.

“El, stop it,” Y/N scolded, unwrapping herself from the embrace, deciding linked fingers would suffice. With an exaggerated eye roll, Ellie stepped in to place a kiss to her girlfriends cheek, “Keep it your pants.”

“Certainty. How unprofessional of me.” The woman pulled back, fingers still intertwined, free hand reaching up to adjust her tie.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Y/N remarked with a playful glint to her darkened eye, scanning the view now being burned into her mind. Ellie wore a crisp, white button up, now messily wrinkled around the collar, top buttons undone to reveal sculpted collar bones, sleeves bunched over her elbows. The dress pants she wore were flattering to say the least, not too tight, just loose in the right places to compliment her toned legs. Forgoing a blazer for a black vest, the sight alone was drool worthy as the fabric had been completely unbuttoned, neck tie hanging undone around the collar.

“Whatever you say doll.” Ellie chuckled lowly as she motioned for her girlfriend to stand, hands clutching at her slim waist. Y/N watched in a trace, brows furrowing as she was flipped so her front half was facing the desk, feeling a warm palm press to her bare back. Slowly lowering until her breasts were snug against the cool, wood surface. Ellie began tugging at her neck tie, pulling it from around her with a smirk threatening to play on her lips.

Y/N could only shift with batted anticipation as the rustling from behind stopped, jumping lightly when her hands were grasped. Arms folding around her back, a smooth fabric wrapped around her wrists, nimble fingers tying it back in a tight knot.

“If you make a sound, I’ll stop.” Ellie’s rough voice low and sultry spoke, a palm coming down to rest on the curve of her girlfriends ass cheek, fingers gripping the flimsy fabric barely covering anything. The girl face down on the desk could on nod in reply, turning so her cheek was resting on the cool surface. There were only a few things she could see, a paper weight, some off the right stack of papers, and a clock ticking so quiet she wasn’t sure it was even making a noise.

Warm hands pulled black, lacy panties down quivering legs, watching how Y/N kicked them off to the side without a second thought. She could hear something thud against the floor, sounding a lot like a pair of knees. Her imagination spoke truth as she felt Ellie press gentle kisses to the back of her right thigh, then the left with a pattern of bites and tongue soothing over.

The prod of rough fingertips against her wet, sensitive entrance made Y/N twitch, huffing at the soft laughter it pulled from Ellie. Eyes fluttering shut, she sunk into the sensations of a circular motion around her hole, thumbs moving to pry open folds, cold air breezing onto her clit. Sucking in a breath, Y/N gripped at the tie binding her hands, finding purchase in the material as a hot tongue began lapping hungrily at her pussy, laving over the milky, white liquid quickly increasing.

Mouth working on her girlfriends cunt, Ellie shimmied two fingers up, testing the waters once more. At the small flinch she received in response, the brunette pushed her fingertips in, relishing the way thighs shook around her face. Finding a generous pace, Ellie began thrusting her fingers in, curling them, pushing them until hot flesh met her knuckles. Tapping a third digit, she didn’t wait for an invitation to add it, smiling at the way Y/N was grinding back without shame.

“I love watching you suck me in. So perfect, so wet and all for me.” Ellie mumbled as she bit down particularly hard on her girlfriends ass cheek, teeth digging further into the skin as the body beneath her thrashed for a second. It was music to her ears as Y/N’s forehead thumped against the desk, heavy breathing labored and indicating she was close. Flush skin glistening with a sheen of sweat was like some kind of oil painting for Ellie to watch unravel under the heat, melting under her touch.

“Here we go, be a good girl for me.” The tattooed woman cooed with adoration, eyes flickering from the blood drawn bite mark to her girlfriends clenching pussy. Her thumb produced delicate circles on Y/N’s clit, wrist cramping slightly at the awkward angle for which she was thrusting. As if on command, Ellie took in the view of her girlfriend creaming around her fingers, trickling down her forearm tattoo. Licking the salty, sweet liquid from the design brandishing her skin, Ellie leaned back on her heels.

“Good girl.”

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Hi! Could you write something about a reader (who can't figure out her orientation) and vi (her best friend) who wants to help her. Maybe she's constantly having bad dates/sex with guys and Vi thinks she's actually into girls. They could be college students or something like that.

I hope you have a good day. Thanks!

Something’s wrong with me

Platonic!CollegeAU!Vi x Platonic!Reader

Y/N can’t seem to find the right guy, no matter how many dates or nights when spends with them. Maybe she’s looking for love in the wrong place.

Warnings: May be triggering? Mentions of self doubt about being gay, self loathing, college au, the word clit, mentions of sex, kinda some peer pressure?, Vi not knowing how to converse, angst, fluffy at the end but still fairly sad

“He didn’t even know what my clit was.” Sunlight filtered through the cream blinds, casting a nice glow throughout the room. Papers and homework currently on the back burner sat strewn about, textbooks stacked and back packs beside the dormitory door. The plush, blue carpet Vi took residence on was squished under her back, laying with knees slightly bent and staring at the whirring ceiling fan. She wore a black tee shirt coupled with a pair of grey joggers, pink hair flowing lightly from the breeze. A small look of discontent was heavy on her pretty features, lip scar quirking up as she angled her face over to the bunk beds in the corner.

“I thought you said he was a player. Don’t guys like him, I don’t know, shouldn’t they know female anatomy?” Vi breathed, folding her arms behind her head as she focused on the girl sitting on the lower mattress. Y/N huffed, chest rising at the motion as she seemed to sink further into her gloomy state. She wore a grey tank, legs adorned by a pair of cotton white shorts, face pulled down with a soft grimace.

“I should’ve known something was up when he said girls only have 2 holes.” At this Vi burst into laughter, legs kicking at the mental image playing in her mind, hands flying to grab her stomach that began to ache.

“It’s not funny!”

“So,” Between fits of giggles, the pink haired girl went back to the ceiling, feeling the heat of a glare on the side of her face, “Does he think babies just float around in pee all day?”

“He seemed nice! Luckily I’m meeting with Jayce tonight, he’s always been pretty cool.” Y/N rebutted, arms crossing with a look that said, kill me now. And to be fair, be did seem nice for the most part. He checked all the boxes, held the door open, pulled the seat out, okay maybe he ordered a salad for her but so what, the positives outweigh the negatives right? That was until he had driven back to his place, all going good despite the lack of a proper meal. Chivalry isn’t dead! I mean, asking if a condom is, really necessary for a quick sesh, is being polite! So what if he has no bed sheets, only a comforter and zero pillow cases, maybe he gets the sweats at night? There has to be a reason why the soap in the bathroom is dawn, for dishes and stove ware. We all have flaws!

“Have you ever considered that you’re in the right store but just the wrong section?” Vi sat up, brows raising as she reached for her phone. Y/N’s forehead creased upon hearing those words, a small chuckle of confusion leaving her lips.

“What does that mean?” It didn’t sound like she was asking a question, more like daring Vi to continue. They’d entered this territory of conversation before, it never ended well.

“Nothing, it means nothing.” Vi surrendered with a sigh, face falling to something akin to pity as her friend only scoffed, standing up to walk over to their shared closet.

“I don’t need to hear this from you again.” Y/N’s tone was clearly agitated, nose flaring slightly as she shuffled through her hanging clothing. Vi sat with pursed lips, eyes cast to the floor. Standing as well, the pink haired girl walked over to the closet, leaning against the wall beside the open door. Muscular arms crossed over one another, face more serious then once before.

“This is me trying to be your friend,”

“Well do me a favor and stop trying.” Y/N snapped, eyes locking with the pair to the left, face flushed pink and taking in shallow breaths. It was visceral, the way Vi’s expression took over one of hurt, body moving away like she’d been hit, blue eyes flashing with an indescribable emotion. The silence was all consuming, quickly thickening in the air as the tension between the girls grew awkward, pulses racing and emotions skyrocketing.

Vi gave a small nod, forcing an obvious fake smile as she grabbed her phone, keys and hoodie, quickly leaving the room. Y/N stood with quivering fingers, eyes fluttering as she stared down at her feet. Squeezing her eyes shut with the shake of her head, she resumed her search through the closet, ignoring the way hot tears streamed down reddened cheeks. The room was abnormally quiet, the only sound being her hushed breathing, wavering and unsteady.

“I just don’t get it Cait, I don’t understand why she’s being so stubborn about it!” Vi exclaimed with a slap of her thigh, leaning back into the green cushion of the chair she sat in. Across from her was Caitlyn, face amused although all the more concerned for her friends. The two sat in a small, campus cafe, hot drinks still too high in temperature to drink currently. Students chatted about in the background, some meeting friends while others stayed for a convenient place to do school work. It was normally a place that calmed Vi, but the heat behind her words would prove otherwise.

“Everyone finds themself differently and honestly, it’s not your place to push her to a conclusion.” Caitlyn spoke at a more hushed volume, reaching down for her americano with nimble, manicured fingers. Vi’s whole face scrunched inward, pushing a hand through messy locks.

“I’m not pushing her, I’m trying to help her, there’s a difference.”

“To you. You think you’re helping her, but all it’ll feel like is pressure from her end. Try seeing it from her point of view.” Her posh accented words usually enough to bring teasing phrases from the pink haired girl only spawned bewilderment today. Vi watched at her friend took a few generous sips from her drink, humming at the bitter taste.

“I can’t. Ever since I was little I knew I liked girls. Even my parents knew, even my sister. I just, why wouldn’t Y/N want to just be who she is, instead of blatantly denying it?” She sighed, lid heavy as her eyes watched steam rise from her coffee, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of her red hoodie. It was Caitlyn’s turn to sigh, scooting her chair forward as she placed her drink down once more.

“She isn’t denying anything, Vi. Only Y/N can decide when she’s ready to come out, you can’t expect a deadline on this subject.” Caitlyn sounded all too similar to a mother scolding her child who was just discovered covered in strawberry jam. It was after all a sticky, uncomfortable mess of a situation to be in, no matter what position either person was in. Vi’s shoulders sunk down, hunching over in thought as Caitlyn leaned back to enjoy her drink.

Vi decided against letting Caitlyn drive her to the dorm, choosing to walk and vent her thoughts. It was cool later into the evening, a small breeze causing the girl to shove her hands in the pocket of her hoodie, music blasting over her headphones. A few students were out as well, most keeping to themselves, some clearly coming from a late class and desperate for sleep. The pink haired girl stopped in her tracks, scanning up the various windows and brick of the dormitory building now before her. It wasn’t all that tall, yet still quite intimidating under the moonlight and flickering street lamps.

That last thing the girl wanted to do was upset her friend further, knowing sometimes space was the best option. Although she was worried, in fact it seemed as though that’s all she felt around Y/N nowadays, walking on egg shells and listening to her failed date story of the week. Sucking in a shaky breath, a few moments of silence passed, minutes ticking by as she stood just staring off, contemplating the past few hours. Blue eyes were caught when a light to a room turned on, not all that bright but evident against the window. That was their shared room, Vi and Y/N’s, indicating she was in fact there at the moment. Calming her nerves, Vi made her way into the building with her card chip, waving towards a few girls that said their hellos in passing.

Most students were already in their rooms, ready to get shut eye and prepare for class tomorrow. The pink haired girl made a small attempt at walking a bit lighter, cautious of how heavy her boots normally sounded. Rounding up one of the side staircases, she entered a main corridor with a big number 3. Shuffling past differently decorated doors and white boards, Vi turned to hers, gently turning the handle to find it unlocked.

“It’s me, coming in.” She called into the space, not hearing a reply but continuing to enter. Quickly shutting and locking the door behind herself, she felt the way her palms had begun to sweat, rubbing them on her joggers. Turning to fully look around the dorm, Vi took stock of the way Y/N’s shoes weren’t by the door, but seemingly thrown off, a loose cardigan laying by them. Then her eyes landed on the girl herself, sitting on the edge of her bed with her face buried in her hands.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for earlier-,” Vi awkwardly started, words falling short as she heard a quick inhale of breath, followed by a subtle, but audible sniffle. Eyes wide, the pink haired girl practically stumbled across the room in a hurry, landing on her knees with the thud before her friend. Face stretched with worry, she reached to rest a hand on the girls jean clad leg, “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt or something?”

Vi’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of her friends face, hands falling away. Tear streaks ran down her face continuously, eyes pink, puffy and swollen from crying. Her lips appeared overly bitten, red and bleeding as she sucked in air unevenly, face wavering, eyes dull and sorrowful. Y/N glanced over at her friend, face only growing more concerned as it caused more tears to spring to her already glossy eyes.

“I went on that date with Jayce.” She spoke, voice quiet and scratchy. Vi soothed at her knee with comforting circles, brows turned down as she listened.

“And he was wonderful. The whole night was, even when he took me back to his place,” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, recounting the night in her head that had been replaying for the past half hour. Vi subconsciously leaned in, ready to fight someone if she had too, “And he was considerate, gentle, and everything I’ve been trying to find.”

“Tell what I can do.” Vi tried to reason, her own eyes beginning to grow glossy at her friends horrible state. Y/N produced a weak smile that didn’t meet her eyes, a single, salty tear tracing down her puffy face.

“I think,” Y/N looked to the ground, unable to keep her eyes on Vi’s awaiting face, “I think somethings wrong with me.” At this Vi shot up, arms wrapping around Y/N and tugging her into her chest, chin resting on the top of her head. The girl shook in her tight embrace, her own arms wriggling free to circle her waist in return. The two just stayed there for a moment, comforting each other, enjoying the easy silence, no matter what was currently taking place.

“It’s difficult,” Y/N mumbled into the fabric of Vi’s hoodie, tear stained face drying against it, “Seeing you so confident in yourself, in who you are and being unable to feel that way towards myself.”

“I thought, maybe if I just find the right guy these strange things I’m feeling will just go away.” Y/N’s tone reflected anything but self discovery, more along the lines of self loathing. Her batted breath told Vi everything she needed to know, leaning out of the embrace to take a seat beside her friend.

“I’m sorry, for pushing you to this.” Vi sounded just as full of self loathing, face scrunched in a way that would make Y/N laugh in every other situation. Shaking her head once, than twice, she shuffled a bit closer to the pink haired girl, head resting on her shoulder with a deep, drawn out sigh.

“You didn’t. It just took an argument with my best friend and date with an amazing guy to realize how long I’ve been lying to myself. I’m the one who’s sorry.” She spoke quietly, slightly muffled by the way her face was squished. Vi felt a small, subtle smile creep onto her face, nuzzling the side of her face into Y/N’s hair.

“You don’t ever need to apologize, especially not for something like this.”

Requests are always open!

Apologies if this feels rushed or sloppy? I tried my best

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Inked out

Ellie does your sternum tattoo hehe

Pairing: Tattoo artist Ellie x Reader

Warnings: none :) maybe slightly nsfw but not really

Word count: 3.6k

A/n: WASSAP!!! So sorry for the super long wait for new fics I been working on them like crazy but they gotta b PERFECT. This was inspired by the beautiful, spectacular, show stopping @thelastoflesbians bc she’s amazing and as soon as I read her post about it I NEEDED to write it. Any who I hope you guys enjoy it was really fun to write! More to come later ;)

The strong smell of cleaning products invaded your nose as soon as you swung the tattoo parlor's heavy door open. You eyed the lobby, searching for someone, anyone at this point. This was your first time here and you had no idea what your artist even looked like. You've been following her for a while and it was a pain in the ass to get an appointment. You frantically checked the email again to make sure you were in the right place.

“Hey, you here for an appointment?” You turned to see a freckled girl with tattoos littered all over her arms sitting cooly behind the front desk, which you missed at first glance because the computer sitting atop of it was so damn big.

“Uh, yeah- for Ellie?” You stuttered a bit but you couldn't help it. Pretty much all tattoo parlor employees made you nervous, especially in a new place. “That would be me, Y/n right?” She stood as you eyed her arm full of scattered tattoos.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you watched her whip out a small tablet and turn it towards you. “Kay, go ahead and fill this out for me and I'm gonna go print out the stencil. You wanted a moth on your sternum right?” You nodded again, immediately diving into the form but you didn't miss how Ellie lingered around for a second. You figured she was watching over to make sure you were filling out the form right. You moved to a chair as you waited for her to come back.

Your leg bounced with anticipation as you tried to distract yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Refreshing your emails for no reason. Rechecking text messages just to see all of your friends were busy with their own lives. God- were your boobs sweating? You were so nervous and it was hot as fuck outside. Is it hot in here? It felt like a damn oven. You quickly wiped under them as you watched Ellie walk back into the lobby.

“Alright, I’m ready for you. Come on back.” She gave you a curt smile as she tossed her head back to her room. You stood quickly and it kinda felt like your hands were shaking, you were so jittery with excitement. Too jittery to admire how attractive your tattoo artist was. You walked into her small private room, which you were thankful for. It was decorated neatly. The walls were painted a light green color, one was covered in framed pictures, the other had a painted mural on it, and the last was occupied by a giant frosted window. Extremely healthy looking plants were in each corner along with some string lights lining the room. It was abundant in natural lighting but she still had a bright ring light posted beside the chair. The seat had three different sizes of the tattoo laid on it and you gasped.

Ellie looked nervous, her hands fiddling with her fingers as she chewed on the inside of her lip. “Do you like it? The pictures you sent looked really cool and if there’s anything you want to change-“

“Holy shit it looks amazing!” You squealed, all past anxieties gone with the wind. “Yeah?” She asked again and you nodded, picking up the one in the middle to assess. It looked like the best fit. The detail was so intricate and precise, everything was perfect. She put her own spin on your ideas and you couldn’t be happier with the outcome. “Cool. I have some pasties if you want and I’ll leave so you can get undressed then we can get started.” She handed you three different black pasties, one was a star, a flower, and the last was a regular circle. You giggled a little as soon as she left because who gives different options for pasties?

As soon as you finished you cracked the door to let her know you were ready. Standing there with no bra on, titties out- it was weird to say the least. You threw your flannel back on to make you more comfortable as you paced the room. You checked your dry ass phone once more before she came back into the room. “Ready?” She asked as she grabbed some black gloves. “Yep.” At this point you just remembered how painful this was going to be. “Do people ever use numbing cream for this part?” You watched her grab some goo on her hand and turn back to you, stencil in hand.

“Uh- for the stomach? Yeah, I get quite a few people who get it numbed first. It's a pretty painful spot.” She chuckled as you lifted your boobs so she could rub whatever that was on your stomach.

“Fuck, dont tell me that.” You gave her a nervous laugh but she was too concentrated to respond.

“Don't worry.” She whispered too focused on getting the right angle. She was hunched over since she was a bit taller than you and you got a whiff of her perfume. The smell wasn’t strong, it was light and clean but also smelled masculine and woody. “You smell good.” You breathed out as soon as you felt her press down on your stomach, rubbing in the stencil.

Her cheeks reddened a bit but she kept her composure like she’d got that compliment a thousand times over. “Thanks.” She gave you an almost awkward smile. But it was true, she did smell really good. “Okay,” she peeled off the thin paper after one last press. “Take a look at that placement.” You walked over to the mirror and dropped your boobs, appreciating the little bounce. You didn't do it on purpose. Realistically, you needed to see how the tattoo would look if you weren't holding them but you forgot that Ellie’s eyes were glued to you. You turned back to her, smiling brightly, and you watched her eyes flick back up to your face. “Looks great!” You beamed and her lips cracked into a smile that reflected yours.

“Cool, let's get started.” She gestured to the chair before she spun around to pour the ink. You laid down, nerves going ballistic at this point. It felt like you could barely breathe. “Is this your first?” She asked as she swiveled around on her little chair.

“Nah, I have a couple.” You lifted your sleeve to show your forearm, littered with tattoos here and there. The biggest you had was a switchblade with flowers and vines surrounding it. It was kinda similar to hers. “I like yours.” You pointed at the big one on her arm. “Also got a moth huh?”

“I feel like its the gay right of passage.” She sent you a lopsided smile and you giggled. Glancing down to your stomach you mumbled, “Look at me go.”

“Okay. You ready?” She adjusted the gun in her hand as she eyed you for confirmation.

“Not really but go ahead.” You laid your head back, waiting for that familiar burn. “You got this.” She smiled at you once more and rested her arm over your hip. As soon as she started you had to suppress a wail. You couldn't breathe in sharply. You couldn't talk to distract yourself. You couldn't move at all, let alone do anything that involves your lungs. The pain wasn't excruciating but it was painful. It felt like she had a hot razor tracing over your body. And she took her time, moving over the curves and little details carefully. Which you were grateful for, but in this moment, right now, you hated it.

She finally pulled back to dip into the ink again and you let out a strangled breath. “You're doing really good.” She smiled at you as her arm rested on your hip again but she didn't go back in, instead she stared at you. “You okay? You feel alright?” She was watching you so attentively. Checking in on you with a smooth, soft voice. The way she talked was so- god. It was all sinking in with her big green eyes locked with yours. Your heart was basically in your throat as you struggled to speak up. “In pain but yeah, I'm okay.” She smiled at you as she blinked slowly, or at least it felt slow.

“You're taking it so well.” And just like that she dove back in, pulling more painful lines while your mind went haywire. Your brain was running a million miles a minute, thinking if any other tattoo artist told you that or she was flirting with you. It wasn't like you could take a deep breath to steady yourself either, you couldn't even move. The only thing grounding you was her arm anchored on your hips. “It doesn't hurt that much.” You spoke softly so you didn't move too much. “I think I could go to sleep.”

“Really? I think my pain tolerance is pretty high but I was dying getting my stomach done.” She leaned back again to give you room to speak.

“You have your stomach done?” Your brows pinched as you eyed her frame. She wore a regular cream tshirt with blue jeans. Her tattoos poked out from beneath the sleeve. One arm was full of them and the other just had one. What looked like a broken watch with some words and vines around it. Her hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, the rest hanging just above her shoulders.

“Yeah, I'll show you later.”

Later?

“Okay on a scale of 1-10 how bad did it hurt?”

“Hmm,” Her face scrunched and it was so fucking cute, as she thought about it. “It was a while ago but I'd say about an eight.”

“Eight? I'd give it a six.” You grinned and her face fell.

“A six?” Her mouth hung a little and her eyebrows were almost to her hairline.

“What? I just said I was gonna try to sleep, what did you expect?” You giggled and she scoffed.

“Well, you're not even halfway done so.”

“I can handle it, you just told me I was ‘taking it so well’ ” You joked and she chuckled as she adjusted herself to start again. You closed your eyes and tried to think about anything but the burning pain tracing down your stomach. Maybe fifthteen minutes passed before you opened your eyes again.

“Did you really fall asleep?” She asked as you wiped your eyes.

“No it hurts too bad.” Your voice was blunt and monotoned. “Did you change the needle to be 1000% more painful or something?” At this point it felt like Ellie hated you and wanted to make this experience the worst ever. She barked out a laugh which you appreciated but was pretty unexpected from her cool and collected demeanor. “Do you hate me Ellie?” Her name rolled off your tongue, it was the second time you've ever said it and the first time you said it to her. It was nice. Had a nice ring to it. It was a good name to moan-

Oh my god. You are too horny for your own good.

You were losing it but you'll blame it on the way her scent evaded your senses and how her hands were pressed on your body. It was a good thing you just cracked a joke because you couldn't suppress a smile your filthy thoughts resulted in. She laughed again. “No, what the fuck? Y/n, what could you have possibly done to make me hate you in the span of thirty minutes?”

“You tell me!” You giggled again and there was a knock at the door. Ellie stood to answer it, cracking it open before turning back to you again. “Is it okay if my coworker comes in to see what we're working on?”

“Yeah that's fine.” You squealed, pulling your flannel to cover your boobs but kept the tattoo untouched. Her coworker walked in and immediately made you feel comfortable. She was nice, talkative, had a beautiful smile and was currently showering you with compliments.

“Dina, she doesn't even know your name yet.” Ellie’s eyes stayed on her as she came to a halt.

“Oh that's right. Hi, I'm Dina! I work the front desk. I guess you came in while I was on my lunch break. That tattoo looks so good!” She beamed at you, which was contagious enough to make you smile wide at her. “Thank you! Ellie is doing an amazing job.”

“You guys were giggling it up in here so I was just being nosey.” She shrugged as she lifted a suggesting eyebrow to her coworker. “Looks like you're having a good time?”

“Okay you're done.” Ellie groaned as she nudged Dina out as she dramatically whined about how she just got here.

“Why’d you make her leave?” You pouted.

“She's too distracting.” She shook her head and you giggled again. Watching them interact was fun. They were an animated duo for sure.

“Are you normally quiet or something?”

“Hmm, yeah I guess I dont normally talk much while tattooing.”

“Really?” You felt your face heat up and your heart damn near leaped over the moon.

“Mhm,” She rolled back over to you with the gun in hand. “You ready? You nodded and her arm- that fucking arm- covered in tattoos rested on your hips again and you were pretty sure your hands were sweating at this point. You held your breath as she pulled the first line but she was further down this time, telling you she had to be at least half way done now. “Good job.” She muttered as she gently patted the ink away but her eyes were glued on you. You weren't sure why, what were you supposed to say? Thank you?

“Do you have any other plans for today?” She asked as she rubbed something on the area. Now- you knew you couldn't do much talking and you didn't want to slow down her process. So why the fuck is she trying to get you to talk right now? It felt like a dentist was working on your mouth as they made casual conversation. You waited for her to pull back to finally answer.

“Probably get something to eat. I'm not from around here though, do you know any good spots?” The words rushed out of your mouth as she leaned back in to start again.

“Oh, you don't live here?” She sat and waited for your response.

“No, I live here but on the other side of town. I don't come down this way often.”

“Well, there's this new sandwich place that just opened down the street. I haven’t tried it yet but I heard it was good.”

“Do you have a break after this?” Your heart was beating out of its chest so hard you feared she'd feel it.

“I'm working late today.” She visibly slouched.

“Want me to pick you up some food?”

Now this made her eyes widen, but just slightly. Her brows lifted and she stared at you for a second too long. Your mind was reeling. Was that too invasive? Did that make her uncomfortable? That’s probably weird for a new client to offer her lunch. Right?

“I would take you up on that offer but I brought my lunch today.” Her voice was soft and gloomy. Her face grim as she seemed almost depressed to turn you down.

“Oh.” You laughed it off. “It’s okay! I’ll try it and tell you if it’s good or not.” You smiled, trying to play it off as unphased. It was a simple question. A nice deed even.

“We don't have much less, we'll be finished up soon and you can go eat.” She reflected your smile and leaned in again to continue. You'd think the pain got better after doing it for almost an hour now but it still hurts like the first line. You screwed your eyes shut and with nothing else to do or think about your mind wandered.

“You're doing so good babe.” Ellie mumbled, obviously trying hard to stay steady against your chest. The praise honestly made your head spin. You couldn't even say anything back to that, just sit there and take it. You couldn't nod, she wasn't even looking at you. You couldn't laugh, can't mess her up. But Babe? Rightfully so, your brain was literally short circuiting.

Even though she turned down your offer for lunch she was very obviously into you. Right? No other tattoo artist has ever called you babe. That's grounds for flirting for sure. You don't know if it was the nickname or the extremely sensitive spot Ellie started tattooing but you were apparently moving too much. Her hand resting in a fist on your hip opened up and gently grabbed at your waist.

“Steady breaths babe, you got it.” Her voice was literally music to your ears. It's so soothing, low and raspy. Like her words were delicately crafted arrows and every time she spoke it shot straight through your heart. But her hands also holding you? Grabbing at the soft skin just for the sole purpose of grounding you. God- it was too much. Saying your brain went haywire was an understatement.

“Good girl.”

Her face was down but you still noticed the smug grin on her lips. She was doing this on purpose. Maybe she could feel the way your heartbeat upticked when she spoke or the fact that your face was redder than a tomato at this point.

“How you feeling?” Ellie finally leaned back and granted you room to breathe comfortably. She started rubbing some goo on it before continuing, “Only a couple more lines and you'll be good to go. Do you want to take a break? I can grab you some water if you want.”

“Water would be nice.” Your throat felt incredibly dry. She got up and walked out the room for your request. You took this opportunity to get a peak at how the tattoo was turning out. Your back stuck to the plastic on the chair as you peeled yourself off. The mirror was in the corner of the room and it looked amazing. You grinned- an ear to ear kind of smile.

“Do you like it?” Ellie beamed as she entered the room again, small cold water bottle in hand.

“It looks so fucking good.” You turned back to her and her eyes went straight to it.

“The placement looks great on you.”

“Compliments to the chef.” You joked and her sweet sweet laugh filled the air. It was a sound you decided right there and then- you needed to hear more often. You took a swig of the water and laid back down. Your time with her was coming to an end soon and you were desperately trying to figure out how to get more. Maybe you could ask for her number before you left.

The rest of the tattoo went quicker than you hoped. Your brain was still completely empty on ways to ask for her number. She went on to compliment the finished tattoo, stated how happy she was with the result and asked to take some pictures. It was all happening so fast.

“How much do I owe you?” You reached for your bag as she grabbed her small tablet, typing in something before responding to you.

“How about $250 and you let me take you out to grab some food one day?” She grinned, smug and lopsided. You could have jumped from joy in that moment. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you heard that right, despite her speaking slow and clear.

“Hmm, so full price then?” You joked and her smile faltered for a second until you laughed. “I'm kidding. Yes, I'll absolutely take you up on that offer.” You finished and watched her let out a laugh of relief. It was a sweet laugh like before but this time her smile reached her eyes enough to crease at the corners a little.

“You had me for a second.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“Yeah” She just looked at you for a second with pure admiration in her eyes. Like she just met the most interesting person ever. Intrigued by you. “You'll keep me on my toes alright.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this just as much as I did hehe. Also reader is a champ for taking this tattoo cos I was on the verge of tears while getting my under boob done LMFAOOO ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR READING <333333

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11. I can feel you trembling, for Ellie Williams x F!Reader, please.

This request gave me an idea, apologies if it’s not what you expected but I have a feeling you’ll like it.

Pain and pleasure

Piercer!Ellie Williams x F!Reader

Your girlfriend Ellie gives you a piercing, and you two are just really horny along the way.

Warnings: NEEDLES, piercings duh, mentions of blood, au!Ellie, VCH piercing (vertical clitoral hood), two horny lesbians, mentions/suggestions of oral sex, heavy petting, fooling around in a tattoo parlor, smutty but not too much, dirty talk

Minors do not interact or I’ll tell your parents

Dating Tattoo!Piercer!Ellie is pretty exciting, or I’d imagine as much

Its her shop, so she can close up whenever she wants

Coincidentally your schedules for work match up fairly perfectly

It’s a normal occurrence for you to appear at the door right as she’s closing up

And honestly it’s pretty fun helping clean up or just watch her put stuff away, preparing for tomorrow uninterrupted by customers

Sometimes you’ll just sit on one of the tattoo chairs, leaning back like you’re on vacation, with Ellie occasionally smirking at you while placing new prints out

She takes about an hour or two to finish up, needing to go over customers for tomorrow, prepare for eventual walk ins, finish any commissioned designs

It’s like watching a master at work somewhat, despite the fact that you’ve never seen her do an actual tattoo or piercing

There’s a sectioned off chair with a wall divider for just piercings, secondary to the one other chair for tattoos

It’s a small shop, like one room kinda thing, but business is always great considering how talented your girlfriend is

You’re sitting in that black tattoo chair, reclined and enjoying life, when your eyes glance over at the piercing chair

Beside it is a small metal cart to hold all preparatory items for a piercing, next to a short but hefty shelf with what is most likely filled with said jewelry/needles/etc

You decide to get a closer look, slinking off the chair and over to the other section

On a corner table is a bunch of small, grey, plastic models with various piercings through them, as if to give the customer and idea of what it’ll look like

The ears are recognizable, the navel, nose, even nipples, but there’s one that stands out the most

“Cool, huh?” Ellie appears from behind causing you to jump just slightly, her head now coming to rest on your shoulder

Warm, rough yet gentle hands caress your sides, spinning your body to face her

“I didn’t know people got piercings there… doesn’t that hurt?” It’s an innocent enough question, people always react differently to needles going through their various chosen spots

This spurs a small hum from the tattooed brunette, eyes flittering down her girlfriends body not so subtly, “5 seconds of pain, but it depends on the person”

“You think… do you think it would look good on me?” And suddenly you’re being spun around again, bottom resting on the chair, legs hanging over as your girlfriend slots between them

��Anything would look good on you. Why, do you want me to pierce it for you?” Again, it’s an innocent enough question, although the look on Ellie’s face is anything but

A small nod is followed by Ellie saying, “I need a verbal agreement, babe”

“Yes”

Laying back into the oddly comfortable yet stiff chair, you feel a nervous sensation run up and down your spine, excited while anxious. Ellie gives a kind smile, as kind as her features can get before she’s tugging on your pants and underwear, instructing you to lift your hips. Carefully sliding a blue, sanitary sheet below your ass, you kick off the jeans and panties now hanging from your ankles. The slap of latex on skin causes your curious eyes to glance over, watching Ellie pull on her second black glove, stretching it over a small part of her tattoo.

“Nervous?” She asks with a low chuckle, opening the third drawer down to pull out a few tiny, blue packages, the plastic wrap crinkling in her grasp. By what you can see there’s a metal looking tube, a small curved barbell, and a pretty hefty needle, the inside hollowed out. Placing the items on the metal table, she wheels it closer, along with a few Q-tips and a green bottle.

“I’m gonna walk you through it, don’t worry babe.” Ellie begins speaking as she unscrews the bottle cap, squirting a clear solution onto a white towel. Dipping a Q-tip generously in, she holds it up, the liquid on the tip nearly invisible under the fluorescent lighting.

“This is just to sanitize the area, it’ll be cold but other than that you’ll be fine. Position wise, lay with your feet together, knees spread like a butterfly.” With a quirk of the lips and wink, Ellie’s suggestive expression sent chills down your arms, legs spreading on the command given. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to lay, but it could’ve just been the way everything was exposed for your girlfriend to see. One knee on the chair, Ellie leaned in with focused eyes, running the Q-tip under and above the thin hood of flesh, careful not to knock into your clit a hairs length away from her nimble fingers. The warmth of her breath, the furrow to her brows, the way she reached over to grab a pen, repositioning between your legs, was very overwhelming.

“Let me just mark the spot,” She mumbled, tongue poking out as the tip of the cool, purple inked pen dotted a tiny mark on your hood, exhaling afterward, “Look good?” She handed you a mirror, and you quickly angled it to come face to face with your indecency. The nerves once there now became anticipation, legs beginning to fill with light tremors. Capping the pen and tossing on the nearby table, Ellie ripped open one of the blue packages, brandishing a fairly large needle. Turning towards the ceiling, you focused on your girlfriends steady breathing, rustling movements, trying to calm your own breathing that has begun to pick up.

“No clamps needed here, I’ll just push the needle through on its own. It’ll be quick, okay? And I’ll tell you when to take a deep breath.” Ellie soothed a black, gloved hand over your bare thigh, rubbing delicate circles over the jittery flesh. Leaning in more, needle in hand, piercing now resting in its open package by your open legs, she pulled the soft skin of your hood up, needle poking so subtly you couldn’t even feel it.

“Deep breath in,” Ellie requested, not waiting a second after her girlfriends deep inhale to push the thick needle through, receiving a sharp gasp and flinch in response. It wasn’t that bad to be honest, shocking and quick yes, but not as bad as what was imagined. It felt as if someone had poured boiling water over the flesh, more of a jolt and sharp sting than a dragging pain.

“Good girl.” Ellie smiled up for a second, pride evident in her green eyes. Thighs shaking from the following sensations of Ellie pulling the barbell through and twisting the ball on, you sat up on your forearms, watching the master hard at work. It was difficult not to let your mind wander at how this whole situation felt and looked. Your girlfriend pushed between your open legs, tongue pressing into her bottom lip out of concentration, tattooed arm flexing as she finished securing the last titanium ball, it was enough to cause your cheeks to flush crimson.

“Doing good?” Ellie glanced up at the silence filling the space, brows lifting a bit at the sight of you pulling a lip between your teeth. A look that was quickly one of a knowing manner, half smirk cocky as she leaned away from her finished work, handing you the mirror with a nod.

“How does it look?” Her low, sultry voice was enough to make you combust right then and there, shaking hands holding the mirror down. There it was, two small, metal balls sticking out, one resting on the clit, the other snug on hooded flesh. A wide smile took over your face, a sense of accomplishment rooted as Ellie gazed down with an indescribable look.

“Let me just clean up any blood and sanitize the area, then you’ll be good to go.” A fresh Q-tip with the same solution was brought up, scooting down to fondle at the now raw wound, a light sting of pain when she swiped too hard. Eyes shooting up at your movement, a gloved palm pressed into your open, inner thigh.

“You know, I can feel you trembling.” The low, raspy chuckle she let out was the last straw, legs spreading even wider unconsciously, ignoring the small burn from between your legs.

“Babe, I can’t play with you until this heals.” The longing in Ellie’s voice was mesmerizing, indicating she was just as, if not more, turned on by this situation as her girlfriend was. Fast hands moved to grasp your tank, happy you decided to go without a bra as you yanked the fabric down. Breasts freed and jiggling momentarily, you let out a soft squeak as the girl between your legs shot up, kneeling in to kiss at your chest. Sloppy lips caressed every expanse of skin, tongue dipping out to suck at a hardened nipple, teeth running along it. A breathy moan escaped your lips, fingers gliding through Ellie’s half up half down style, pulling at the bun and messing it up. Her low hum of approval went straight to your cunt, throbbing and clenching at the sensations of pleasure and pain throughout the body.

“When your piercing heals,” Ellie mouthes at your breast, biting hard enough to draw blood, pulling a wince from your lips as she soothes her tongue over it. Fingers lifting to play with your nipples, one rolling the other tugging, she leans up to nip at your jaw, breath hitting the shell of your ear, “I’m gonna eat you out so fuckin’ much you’ll forget your own name.”

Whimpering at the absolutely filthy promise, you arch into her warm lips, chasing them as she grins down. Mouthes meeting with batted breaths, your tongues are immediately poking at one another, swapping spit as wet noises take over the heavy breathing and soft moans. Her knee scoots up, accidentally brushing your fresh piercing as a ripple of pain forces your mouth away from Ellie’s, eyebrows wedged together. Her knee shoots back, eyes wide and apologetic, dilated still yet calming at your agitated state.

“We’ll finish this some other time pretty girl.” Ellie whispers down, pecking a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling up your shirt, covering your marked up chest. Turning to quickly put everything back in its rightful place, tossing a few items in the open trash can, Ellis turns back. Gentle smiles are exchanged as she helps you into your jeans, hands on her shoulders as your shoes are slipped on. Fingers intertwining, the two of you exit the shop, falling into a steady conversation about what you both should grab for dinner on the way home.

Advice no one asked for: As someone who has both her nipples pierced, navel, and VCH piercing, if you want it done just go for it. A lot of the time you overhype the pain, or think it’ll be the worst, it hurts obviously, those are sensitive places on your body. But it only lasts like 5-10 seconds, a small tug of the jewelry going in, and then you’re a seasoned badass. <3

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