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strawberryplums · 2 years ago

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𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

A/N: i started this last night because i was listening to this song before i went to sleep:))

mdni. nsfw.

cw; oral (fem receiving), just cute domestic vibes.

wc: 1306

on those days where you need peace of mind, best believe ony will help you get it. you'd shuffle around first thing in the morning, to find your bed empty. but before you can call for your boyfriend, your weary body would fall back into deep slumber. the next time you woke up, it'd be to your boyfriend beside you. black durag tied around his head as he sat leaning against the headboard, fingers mindlessly scrolled through his phone. he'd notice your waking form, and his soft hand would stroke your cheek.

“you awake?”, he would ask you softly, and you'd respond with a sleepy hum.

as soon as you got up to go brush your teeth, he'd open the curtains and windows and light some incense in your room—cleansing out all the negative energy. when you came out of the bathroom, you'd see him making the bed and your favourite tea sat on the nightstand.

“where would i be without you, baby?”, you would pout, a hand to your chest as you walked over to your man to give him a kiss. you'd almost forget all your worries when your hands brushed against his toned abdomen. almost. but once everything flooded back, a wince would selfishly contort your features, and you'd pull back from him. ony would understand that it isn't him, he could see it in your face. and he had heard it fall from your lips last night when you cried to him about it. tears slipping onto his bare chest as you told him everything that was on your mind. last night, he had held you and whispered words of comfort onto your soft brown skin.

and now, he was washing your hair and massaging your scalp as ‘piece of mind’ by lauryn hill played in the background. a hand at the top of your forehead to ensure the shampoo didn’t get in your eyes. his trimmed fingertips moving in gentle circles all over your scalp as he hummed to the music playing. you wouldn’t have to move a muscle because, once he was done, he’d get a towel and wrap it around your head. then he’d carry you, bridal style, around the bathroom. you’d act as his arms, reaching for all your products, brushes, and combs. your final destination would be the living room.

“you're good, baby, i got you”, he spoke above you, as you sat in between his legs—cushion underneath you, as you watched whatever show you had picked to put on the tv. there’d be times where he'd randomly tell you to face up, then he'd place an amorous kiss atop your forehead.

he'd apply all your oils and leave in conditioners and even put your hair in twists for you. even putting on your pink bonnet for you once he was done. and his services were always delivered with a kiss on your lips. but this one was longer; not an ounce of lust was present, he just wanted to love on you. ony cared about you more than he did himself. whenever you had bad days, he just did what you needed of him. he didn't rush you—as much as he hated seeing you unlike your usual, smiley, self. no longer asking him dumb questions like ‘would you love me if i was a worm?’ or ‘who you saving first if we're drowning, me or connie?’ (you are the answer every single time). he missed your laugh, and the way you'd roll your eyes at him slapping your ass, even though you loved it. he even missed the way you’d ask to slap his ‘as payback’. but he couldn't rush you. he let you sit in whatever you were feeling and was the steady hand you reached for on your way up.

you'd soon find out that he had disappeared this morning to make you your favourite breakfast, and you ate it fighting back tears. an outpour caused by an overload of emotions from both the situation you were facing, and the love ony was feeding you. literally.

“you can let it all out, ma”, you were sat on the sofa, and he pulled the tray of food onto the coffee table, before pulling you onto his lap. your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“holding it isn't gonna help you. let it all go, i'm here, you'll be okay.”, and that was all you needed for the flood gates to be knocked down and for you to just bawl onto his bare chest. again.

ony would comfort you, and put you back in bed when the emotions hurled you into another deep slumber. when you woke up, he'd be showered and changed into a white tank top and grey shorts, his signature gold chains around his neck. he hadn't noticed you walking into the kitchen, too busy making your lunch. until he felt arms wrap around his torso.

“why you got a shirt on?”, you'd pout, your words muffled as your cheeks pressed against his back.

“’d it make you feel better if i took it off?”, he chuckled, and you nodded furiously. so he did. he moved your arms, reached behind him, and pulled it over his head. placing it on the kitchen island once it was off. his torso wouldn't be bare for long before you covered it in shimmery, glossed kisses.

he would notice how you're looking at him during lunch, but he'd pay it no mind. he didn't like having sex when you weren't feeling like yourself—it didn't feel right. but when you would beg him that way you always did, affirming it would lift your mood, he would carry you to your shared bedroom. you would be lightly placed on the bed before your panties were slid off, and his hands were wrapped around your thighs, his tongue slowly travelling between your folds. your wetness would gloss his lower face, and the soft incantations you let out would bring a smile to his face. although he needed you more then anything, for now, he would just have to stick to rubbing himself through his shorts.

that man would draw three orgasms from you using only his mouth and fingers. then, as he gave you your post-nut cuddles, an alarm would ring in his head. telling him that he had yet to make you dinner. you’d suggest ordering some food, but he’d decline. on days like these, he wanted to make you something himself. he wanted to feed you something infused with his love for you. something homemade he knew was good for you, not something he said would make you feel ’sluggish’. you’d accompany him in the kitchen and, at first, he’d refuse your offers to help.

”this is for you, baby. all you should have to do is eat”, he’d tell you, pressing another kiss to your temple. but you’d press on, saying that it made you feel useful. so he’d accept; it’s your day, whatever you want, you’ll get. just like any other day.

food made, and eaten, the rest of the evening would consist of ony doing whatever it takes for you to feel better. movies, long conversations, music, dancing to slow songs in the living room with your sunset lamp creating the perfect mood lighting. if it made you smile, it made ony smile too. his friends would call him extra, but he just loves you. and knowing you feel extra loved when you're at your lowest gives him some peace of mind.

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strawberryplums · 2 years ago

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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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strawberryplums · 2 years ago

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HELLLOOOOOO

ive been working on these for a bit and they’re finally done :’) i love them sm eeeeeee

made and rendered by me in blender

volleyball ellie, inspired by @elliespeach’s no chances🏐 and basketball abby, inspired by @elsweetheart’s jealous girl🏀

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strawberryplums · 2 years ago

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THE BUTTON– ellie williams x reader

a/n: have u guys seen those videos cut makes, it's a speed dating show where you go on speed dates and you can reject people by pressing the button? yeah, so I watched a bunch of them last night and I can't stop thinking abt ellie being on there cause she would be soso funny. anyways, here it is.

content warnings: mentions of bdms, power play, sub/dom dynamic, mentions of reader being a pillow princess (they're not).

"hi" you said, walking in and seating into the chair. you looked up. Jesus Christ. right in front of you, a girl with auburn hair was seated. you could see how she was spreading her legs In her seat, sinking into the chair, with her hands in front of her. she was wearing a black hoodie with a black beanie paired with it.

"hi" she said, flashing a smile and offering out your hand for you to shake it. you did, feeling the electric touch run through your whole body.

"so, what's your name?" you asked, now taking your time to admire her features; her light and striking green eyes, the slit in her brow, and the freckles adorning her whole face

"I'm ellie" she replied "oh I like it, it's pretty"

"well, thank you" she said, a slight blush now covering her face.

both of you stared at each other, a smile plastered in your faces, until you bursted out laughing.

the button spoke: "ellie likes learning things about space"

"oh no don't make me sound like a dork button"

"oh no wait that's so cool" you said "why space?" "oh I don't know, when I was a kid I was very interested in space. I wanted to be an astronaut and everything. I thought I would grow out of it eventually, but here I am, doing my phd in astrophysics" "oh so you're really smart" you said, impressed by her background. "I was more of a ocean girl when I was little, but I did not study marine biology" "well I wouldn't say I'm smart but" "cmon! you're literally a phd student" "oh I can be very stupid sometimes" Ellie said "like stupid about common sense things" "oh same" you laughed "like the push and pull door thing"

"yes!" she exclaimed. after a couple of seconds of both of you laughing, the button turned red, meaning you could eliminate each other if you wanted. you could feel the tension grow thicker. you had basically forgotten about it because she was completely making you forget about everything else other than her green eyes looking back into yours. your chest started to beat faster, while both of you looked at the button.

"are you gonna press it?" she asked, leaning in.

you felt flustered when she leaned into you even if there still was a considerable distance in between you two. you shook your head no. "good" she said, a smirk on her face

"are you gonna press it?"

"oh, definitely not" "well let's hope I don't say anything stupid and fuck it up"

"oh you won't don't worry"

the button turned to its normal color, and neither of you had pressed it. you were suddenly very aware of the cameras surrounding you. the vibe in between you two had felt so intimate, you completely had forgotten about their presence.

the button spoke once more. "reader said she likes freaky things in bed"

you instantly felt flustered, and covered your head with your hands as you took a breath. Ellie was laughing

"wait what kind of things I'm curious now" "oh no button don't expose me like that" "cmon now you have to tell me."

"oh god" you kept breathing in "wait is it something like embarrassing" Ellie leaned in "no, no, no it's quite like common I think" you said, your heart about to beat out off your chest.

the button spoke again: reader if you don't say, I will "jesus fucking christ" you said again "oh your so cute when you're flustered" Ellie said, looking at you with darker eyes. "you are not making this easier!" you said, and she laughed. you looked down not being able to meet her gaze, and stared at her hands, full of rings, her fingers long and veiny.

"I like the rings" you said "thank you, but don't change the subject!" she said "I wanna know, if you're comfortable with saying of course" she said.

"fine, I'll say"

"can I guess?" she said, with a smirk. she was going to be the death of you.

"sure, go on" "are you a pillow princess?"

you bursted out laughing. ellie's cheeks were red, making her freckles pop even more. "oh I'm definitely not a pillow princess, and that's not even freaky!"

"oh? now I'm really curious to know"

"it's like a power play sort of thing? you know what's that?" "yes, go on" and you heard how her voice changed a little bit. suddenly you felt the effect of the two white claws that you had drank before the dates, to ease up the nerves.

"well" you swallowed hard, "I kinda like, um, giving up control?"

"oh, like a dom/sub sort of thing?" she asked, yeah, her voice had definitely changed. her pupils were also bigger now.

"sort of, yeah."

"that's not even that freaky" she said.

"oh?" you asked, your chest beating faster again "what is freaky then?" "i dunno, maybe I'll tell you later." she said "on our second date?"

a big smile appeared on your face. the button turned red one more time, and spoke "I'm gonna light up red one more time, and if you don't press it, you've won the button!"

both of you looked at the button, not moving. you were definitely sweating a bit from nervousness, your face hurt from laughing and smiling. even if the date had been great, you were still unsure about if she was going to press it. she was definetly charming, but she still had this mysterious, intimidating aura to her.

you were starting to calm down, but then she made the gesture to go press the button, before she stopped and bursted out laughing.

"you little shit!" you exclaimed. "sorry sorry!" she said.

the button turned off again; it spoke again "congrats! you have won the button"

"yay" you said, and Ellie clapped, before she looked back at the camera, then back at you.

"so where do u wanna go for our second date?" she asked "oh I know this bar that's really cool. and serves 3 dollar pizzas, maybe we could go?"

"I'm in"

"wait I forgot to ask" you said.

"hm?"

"what did u think about what I told you." "oh the thing that's not even freaky?"

"yeah"

"well I think we are the perfect match, at least in that sense."

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a month had passed since you and ellie had filmed the cut video. after the second date, Ellie had invited you to her place, were you had spent the night. definitely not sleeping, after the conversation you two had about what she really meant by "freaky". it was like she was perfectly tailored for you, you completed each other so well, not only in the sexual realm.

you woke up, in her bed. you were basically moved in at this point. her walls were filled with research papers and posits, cause Ellie was working on her thesis. she was next to you, her laptop laying on her legs, watching something. "babe, look" you looked at the screen, adjusting yourself to be closer to her, your head on her chest now, hearing her heartbeat. the video that was playing was the cut video. you recognized it, because Ellie was on the screen, with the girl she had a speed date previous to yours. then your date came in, you got flustered immediately when you saw yourself on screen. "god I was so nervous when I saw you" she admitted, making you smile. "jesus I was the one that was nervous, you looked so hot and so cool" "shut up" she said.

they had cut the conversation, making it seem a little less awkward, and of course, making sure to leave all of the sexual parts. you hid your face on her neck

"oh my god that's so embarrassing why did I expose myself like that" you said. "well, look where that's got you, pretty girl"

you shushed her, and ellie scrolled down to read the comments. her eyes widened.

"babe, look at the comments"

wait they are so cute I can't I need more ellie and her

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT WENT DOWN ON THE SECOND DATE RAWJSBDUHABDADF

BRING EM BACK CUT DON'T BE HOMOPHOBIC

"that's not even freaky" I BLUSHED SO HARD OH

the way ellie got so nervous when she walked in, and she was so giggly and in her previous dates she was being so serious it's just asjbsdja

"I AM DEFINETLY NOT A PILLOW PRINCESS" I LOVE HER BYE

no cause Ellie assuming she was a pillow princess was so funny

let's just say both of you spent the whole afternoon looking at the comments on the video, and you considered making a reaction to the video.

taglist: @zahraaziza @kissesskittens @uraesthete @elliessknife @elsvrse @lonelyfooryouonly @ximtiredx @ellabsprincess @elysiagyaru @spaceshipellie @machetegirl109 @fa1ryg1rlfriend @feeeeebbb @ailuigatsoc @carmellie @elliesbelle

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strawberryplums · 2 years ago

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Young One

! Pairings ,' Guitarist!Ellie x Singer!Reader ! CW ,' angst/no comfort, mentions of drinking, cheating, mentions of abuse, smoking, mentions of self-harm, depression??? ! words ,' 2.2k ! synopsis ,' Your band has a reunion years after you and the guitarist have a nasty breakup (Modern AU) ! song ,' Mind Over Matter (Reprise) - Young the Giant

"Mind over matter I'm in tatters thinking 'bout her"

! AN ,' Yall wanted this 😭 I’M SO SORRY FOR THE RUSHED ENDING BTW, I CHANGED IT SO MANY TIMES AND EVENTUALLY JUST GAVE UP. Also, I have no idea if this is how bands work, I just based the first half off of one of my favorite movies 😭😭😭

The band had disbanded years ago, to the public, it was due to creative differences. You all remained silent as your old manager spoke to a man who came to discuss an upcoming music festival. The real reason for the disbandment remained a vivid memory, etched deeply within everyone's mind. The tension between you and the brunette was palpable, an unspoken rift that even a fleeting glance couldn't bridge. “For fuck’s sake Ellie, we’re in the middle of a tour. You have the worst goddamn timing”

“I cheated on you and all you can think about is the timing? The tour? Are you kidding me?!”

The words still echoed in your ears, in her ears.

You were all invited to this meeting because you were invited to play at one of the biggest music festivals in America. Numbness wrapped around your being as you sat, not far from the woman you love loved.

“…they’re asking you to play 11 songs, your hits.” the man finished saying. Your old bandmates looked at each other before a chorus of “yeah, sure” “I’m g” broke out. Even Ellie agreed. Then, like an unwavering spotlight, all eyes fell on you, including those green ones you longed to claw out. Slowly, you turned to face the man.

“How much are we being paid?” you asked, your tone devoid of emotion. A ripple of surprise swept through the room. Your brow raised, “What?” you asked, a tinge of annoyance seeping into your voice. It was a simple question, after all.

“Nothing…it’s just…you never asked stuff like that before. You always let me and Ellie talk about the money.” Jesse said softly, trying to laugh off how nervous he was when your cold gaze flickered from him and back to the man.

You scoffed, “well, this isn’t just any gig, you’re banking on our past and history here, that’s a big deal so I’m assuming we’re going to be paid well for this? I’ll only do this if the price is right” Your words lacked warmth, causing your bandmates to tense, while your narrowed eyes remained fixed on the man, who promptly nodded. “Y-yeah, usually headliners are paid 4 million so I’m guessing that’s what they’ll give you.” he stammered, his nerves palpable. You nodded slowly, mulling it over for a moment before agreeing. The meeting concluded, and the day melted away, seamlessly transitioning into the next, and then the next, until it was a day away. The band delved into rigorous practice sessions every day, preparing for the forthcoming festival. Bitterness veiled your every move, but you didn’t complain, just doing whatever you were asked to. During rehearsals, Ellie caught sight of the familiar haze clouding your eyes and the tight grip on the microphone as you sang. The only time she had seen you this way before was during the month of mourning when your mother passed away, a time when she stood by your side, pulling you from the abyss threatening to engulf you. She yearned to be there for you now, but the weight of guilt from that night years ago prevented her from even meeting your gaze. You had never sung again after leaving the band. Each song you had penned for the group carried echoes of her, and performing those melodies, born from one of the most beautiful periods of your life, took a toll on your weary soul. All the pain and longing that you hid under your anger for years surged forth, threatening to consume you. Your gaze pulled towards her during breaks, and smoking sessions with the band, but neither of you talked unless it was important. You remained silent in the corner, a lit joint held between your fingers, as the others laughed and bantered. Your eyes stared blankly ahead, and Ellie couldn't help but worry. Every time you lifted the joint to your lips, the sleeves of your shirt would slightly retreat, briefly revealing old and new scars. She wished she weren't the sole witness to the depth of your current pain, she felt she had no right to care or help. She had no idea what happened to you during the years you didn’t see each other, but your pain was as clear as day, at least to her. Because no one else here knew you like she did, and that filled her with all kinds of pain and regret. When the band split up, she continued making music, coping with the heartbreak in a healthier way than you did. She released singles and albums but you refused to listen to them. You refused to subject yourself to songs about the various women she encountered. Yet, you were mistaken, for they were all about you, each one an apology. She was able to put her pain on paper and in music while you had nowhere else to put your pain. You refused to write or sing songs because every verse that came to your mind was entwined with her, and you couldn't bear to immortalize the woman who had betrayed you. So you kept everything locked inside. When you found yourself rotting away at a job you hated, you remained silent. When you moved in with your abusive brother, you remained silent. You couldn't share your struggles with anyone, because they weren’t Ellie. She was the only one who understood you, at least that’s how it was in the early days of your relationship. Sighing softly, drowsiness washed over you. You stubbed out the joint and leaned your head back onto the wall, drowning out the voices of your high bandmates.

You were all at a bar, just hanging out after a successful concert. All your bandmates were by the bar or on the dance floor while you were seated on a couch, writing in your notebook. Ellie, growing weary of watching you engrossed in your notebook, felt a heaviness settle in her heart. Her heart grew heavy when a fan approached her and started flirting with her because you saw and didn’t even bat an eye. She couldn’t help but feel unimportant to you, a feeling that had plagued her for months as the band's popularity grew, causing you to neglect her more and more. She missed your touch, your attention, you, and there she was, a girl offering everything she wanted from you. In a drunken haze, she succumbed to temptation and led that fan back to her hotel room. She told Jesse to tell you she wasn’t feeling well and went back to the hotel. You initially didn’t plan on leaving the bar so early, knowing she’d probably be better in an hour so you weren’t that worried. But you wanted to show her some of the lyrics you were able to come up with at the bar so you walked to her hotel room a few hours after she left. The hotel, a grand establishment adorned with marble walls and elegant chandeliers, exuded an air of opulence. As you approached her door, poised to knock, it swung open before you. Eyes widening, you beheld a disheveled beauty, her hair tousled, makeup smudged, and attire askew, being pushed out by your girlfriend who’s eyes were just as wide as yours. The girl awkwardly left, leaving you two to stare at each other in silence. She was the first to speak. “Y/N-” You scoffed, interrupting her as your features blend of sorrow and anger, a shield you donned all too often. Weary, she groaned softly, pleading, "Please, let me explain." “Are you fucking kidding me!?” your eyes narrowed. “I can’t fucking believe you.” Sneering, you turned, striding towards the elevator. She followed, desperate to mend what had been broken. “Look I’m sorry but you’ve been busy for weeks and I got lonely, I know that’s no excuse but c’mon, we can fix this.” she pleaded, her words hanging in the air. “For fuck’s sake Ellie, we’re in the middle of a tour. You have the worst goddamn timing” you said, voice overflowing with anger and hurt but you refused to shout or scream. Your words made her pause. “I cheated on you and all you can think about is the timing? The tour? Are you kidding me?! Do you even love me?” Her voice rose, taking a step closer to you, bridging the distance between you, and you were cursing the elevator for moving so goddamn slow. Heart pounding, eyes shut tight, you whispered, “fuck….I can’t do this…I’m leaving.” Her scoff pierced the air. “Fine! Leave!” she retorted, consumed by a fit of fury. You met her gaze with narrowed eyes. "Fuck you, I quit," you retorted bitterly, striding out as the elevator doors revealed the lobby. Racing out of the building and calling for a cab. Once your words settled in her mind, she ran after you. You were already in the cab though, telling the driver to go to the airport. All she could do was pound on the window, her cries desperately begging you not to leave her. Ignoring her pleas, you busied yourself with messaging Jesse about the situation and to pack your stuff for you cause you were going home. “Y/N!” “Y/N!” “Y/N”

Your eyes fluttered open to see Ellie, kneeled in front of you with a raised brow. She masked her nervousness and sadness, striving not to let them surface. “You okay?” she asked, a question that had echoed between you countless times in the past. In that fleeting moment, an overwhelming surge of tears threatened to spill, the urge to tell her that you weren't okay, that you needed help, welled up within you. Yet, mistaking her nonchalant tone for apathy, you stifled the tears, offering her a brief nod. Hastily, you rose from the floor, realizing that you and Ellie were the sole occupants left in the room—everyone had already left. You rushed to the door, accidentally knocking down her guitar in the process. You awkwardly picked it up, pausing to look at your initials engraved in the back along with hers before putting it back against the wall.

You slowly turned to her, but once you saw that look on her face, the one that told you she yearned for you and that she was there for you, you let fear take over and guide you out the door, out the building, and to your house.

The next day you all traveled to the festival, hours going by fast as you all waited for your turn to perform. With your band slated to close the show, you sat in your chair, donning a tight, short black spaghetti strap dress and long black gloves to cover scars and bruises while two girls tended to your hair and makeup. Through the mirror's reflection, your gaze locked with Ellie's, her worried eyes fixed upon you, barely registering Jesse's attempt at conversation. Realizing her distraction, Jesse glanced in your direction, then back at her, he shook his head at her and gave her a knowing look.

Once you reached the last song of your set, you were already near tears. It had been years since you allowed yourself to be so vulnerable, pouring your heart into songs about the woman standing beside you, strumming her guitar for thousands of onlookers, after having been emotionally distant for far too long.

Ellie sensed it, as you sang, your eyes shimmering with a glossy sheen, your grip on the microphone so tight that your knuckles trembled, and your arms quivered ever so slightly. You were losing it and she just wanted to hold you.

“You know you’re on my mind?”

As you hit one of the higher notes of the song, you turned a little sideways, so you were still facing the crowd but you could now lock eyes with her. You both got lost in the moment, consumed by the passion embedded in your melodic words and the strums of her guitar.

“And when the seasons change Will you stand by me? Cause I’m a young one built to fall” As the song ended, whispering the last few lyrics, the crowd cheered loudly, but you heard none of it. The violent ringing in your ears overpowering the noise as an emptiness settled within you.

You didn't know how or when you arrived there, but numbness slipped away as reality crashed upon you. In the backstage bathroom, your back pressed against the wall, Ellie's body pressed fervently against yours, lips moving violently against the other. Your arms wrapped around her neck as her hands gripped your hips tightly. You hated how happy you felt when her lips first met yours a few minutes ago. All the memories from years ago where you’d find yourself in this similar situation after concerts came back to you. It was so similar but so different—her lips, her skin, her taste—all held a haunting familiarity, overwhelming you in this moment. Her lips trailed down your jaw and neck, leaving light marks upon your skin. Then, it struck you—the image of her hands on that other girl, her lips on that other girl—and your heart broke all over again. So you shoved her away.

Her eyes widened, a string of apologies tumbling from her lips, but you tuned it out, the all-too-familiar ringing returning to fill your ears.

“fuck….I can’t do this…” those familiar words left your lips and she realized what was happening, you were walking out again.

She stood there, her heart racing wildly, tears streaming down her face, as you ran out, unable to halt the flood of emotions. She finally got to hold you for the first time in years, only to watch you slip through her fingers once more. Her skin tingled, clinging to the lingering touch of your presence but you weren't even there anymore.

The next time she’d ever get to see your pretty face again would be in pictures from online articles on how you died that very night. "Another young one lost"

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credit: @seattleslayer on twitter

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if you’re still taking requests!! you gotta listen to me, reader who doesn’t smile dating hobie— LISTEN BRO LISTEN, reader giving hobie head and him recording and telling them to smile at the camera and they actually does it and it’s like one of them toe curling attractive big smiles with the sharp canine teeth and low eyes— I JUST KNOW HE LOSES IT!! I just know your take on this would be so amazing i will scream while reading it

OH IM LISTENING ALRIGHT

it’s not that you’re unhappy dating hobie, which is the complete opposite of what you are when youre with him. it’s more so that your joy goes elsewhere; your eyes light up and squint a little, your fingers fiddle at your sides, your muscles flex for a second as if you’re going to laugh.

it’s something that he’s gotten used to. something that makes it to where anytime the corners of your lips curl up even a little, his heart skips a beat.

a reaction similar to what’s received whenever you’re on your knees for him, mouth wrapped around his cock, throat as relaxed as possible as you take as much as you can without hurting yourself.

he’s close, he’s told you as much. but even if he didn’t, the twitching of his cock, his eyes falling shut, and his balls squeezing in your hands would’ve tipped you off first.

his eyes open just for a second to see where you want him to cum, and when you just stare up at him, cheeks hallowing out, and your lips sliding down more of his length, his hands grip the couch cushions beneath him and his cock twitches twice inside of your mouth before he’s sputtering cum along your cheeks and tongue.

you pull off slowly, letting hobie’s cock soften before you’re pulling away. the camera that you’d almost forgotten about is back in front and center, lens directly in front of your face with hobies behind the object.

his hand comes out to caress your cheek, sliding down to tug at the corner of your lips with his thumb, something he does often.

“smile for the camera,” he says, almost teasingly. you can tell with the tone of his voice that he doesn’t expect you to follow his request, but suddenly your lips are pulling up on their own and hobie stops breathing for a second.

your eyes are low, but they shine in the dim lighting of the room. your lips are pulled back, exposing even your canines with your grin, and there’s a moment of two that passes before hobie notices it.

a droplet of his cum, left by you when you’d swallowed, sliding out from the side of your mouth down towards your bottom lip. your tongue flicks out quickly to catch it, thumb lifting to swipe any that you’d missed again, and then the digit is pushed flat against your mouth, tongue puckering around it to lick it clean before your hand is gone from your mouth and hobie is given an unobstructed view of the biggest smile he’d ever seen from you.

now documented on camera for him to watch over, and over, and over again.

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strawberryplums · 2 years ago

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no title just horny

i love kissing!!! there i said it!!! kissing is so hot n sexy!!! my secrets out!!!

This is not proofread i did this in 10 mins sowwie

based on this and this LOL THE DARKNESS TOOK OVER

wc;cw: 1.2k, weed so dubcon!!, threeway kissing, hints at voyeur!ellie, dina’s so hot, i’m in love w them, descriptions of fucking MDNI!!!!, based on a true story UHHHH OHHH

you stubbed your blunt out on the ashtray as you rolled your eyes at the two idiots sitting in front of you.

“sometimes, kissing is better than sex, youre just annoying.”

you didn’t think inviting your two closest friends over to hotbox in your small bathroom would result in a fifteen-minute debate on how ellie thought kissing wasn’t that great.

you continued as you filled your grinder, crushing your bud in preparation to roll up again, “you just haven’t kissed people that actually know how to kiss, end of fucking sto— “

ellie, leant back against your counter cabinets, stared at you with annoyance on her face as she picked at her lip, her eyes bloodshot. she cut you off, “bitch, that’s not true! my ex was a great kisser, it just didn’t do much for me when we were dating! there’s nothing wrong with that!”

“you guys are blowing my high, shut the fuck up already,” dina cut in, propped back against the wall with a bored look on her face, her elbows resting on her arched knees.

ellie turned to the dark-haired girl, “dude, it’s her fault! she brought it up!”

your brows furrowed at her, “no the fuck i didn— “

dina snatched the grinder from you and grabbed a new wrap, “just make out.”

“what?”

you and ellie stared at dina with shock-ridden faces, your red eyes peeled open as far they could be.

did the fog surrounding you just get heavier?

“i said make out,” dina packed her blunt, completely unmoved by her proposition. “you both have points you wanna make, make out and decide who’s right. plus, i need entertainment for when i smoke this.”

the misty bathroom was completely silent, your eyes wandering nervously, purposely avoiding ellie’s. you looked down at the furry rug as your face burned.

you heard dina huff before she shuffled next to you, moving the ashtray to the side, and scooting closer to both of you.

you finally looked up at her, finding that she’d been staring at you already. you saw her eyes flicker down to your lips before coming back up to meet yours again. you did the same as your gut swirled, butterflies in your stomach.

“wanna show her how good it can be?” she whispered to you, and you saw ellie stiffen out the corner of your eye. she said nothing, and you nodded.

she smirked, her relaxed body leaning in closer, so your faces were inches apart. dina licked her lips, and you felt your walls tighten when her tongue barely brushed against your lips. she brushed her nose against yours, and you both laughed quietly.

she moved in like she was finally going to kiss you and your eyes fluttered shut, but she only brushed her lips against yours, making your breath catch in your throat. you felt her grin.

you leaned forward, but she moved away. you could hear ellie’s breathing get heavier. you almost forgot

she was here. dina moved closer to you as you squirmed.

you could barely get your whisper out, “please kiss me, pleas— “

her soft lips cut you off, molding against yours almost too perfectly. you released a pleased sigh, and you heard ellie gasp as she watched.

you and dina’s kiss swiftly went from soft, curious pecks to deep, eager rolls of tongue, sliding across one another as your mouths moved in harmony.

you both were making small noises in satisfaction, and you heard a hand come up to hold your cheek gently, dina’s thumb caressing your jaw.

her hands were so soft, and she smelt like a rose garden. you pushed closer to her, your hand moving on autopilot and coming up to grab the back of her neck. you felt her move closer.

you heard shuffling that wasn’t from either of you, and you smirked knowingly into the kiss. you think you got ellie; you hoped you got her.

you felt a hand on your clothed thigh, rubbing it up and down, and you squeezed them together. your nipples were rock hard in your longue bra, and you brought your other hand up to massage them. you heard ellie whine to herself next to you. you gripped your tit tighter for her.

dina sucked your lip into her mouth, her hand coming up to wrap around your neck, her thumb digging into the side of it before reconnecting your lips.

you suddenly felt gentle pecks on your neck, her hand squeezing up and down your thigh. dina pulled away and released your throat, grabbing ellie by her small bun, pulling her off you and connecting their lips in a hot kiss.

you shuffled closer to watch intensely, grabbing the back of their necks and holding them still.

their mouths moved with urgency, like they wanted to swallow each other whole, wet smacks filling the room. you could see ellie releasing drool on dina’s tongue whenever it slid over hers, your tummy was in knots.

ellie was so into dina, moaning into her mouth, touching her tits through her shirt, and you looked down to see her toes curling in her black, fuzzy socks. dina allowed ellie to do whatever, touch her wherever, lead the kiss how she wanted, and somehow she was still in charge.

she pulled away gently, placing a hand on ellie’s shoulder to stop her from chasing her mouth, “wanna kiss her, baby?”

ellie suddenly looked shy, her cheeks fiery red. she blinked slow like a kitten, and you saw her throat move when she gulped hard.

dina smirked. “yeah? you can if you want to, she wants it.”

you nodded quickly in agreement, luring ellie to kiss you with puppy eyes. you want her to kiss you dumb, kiss you brainless. you’re getting so wet, and you need her to fix it!

ellie leaned towards you, and you pushed forward in desperation, connecting your lips. she whined just as eagerly in your mouth, her legs squeezing together as she sighed.

“so fucking cute. like that, babies? like kissing each other like this?” you heard dina purr gently in your ear, and you moaned for her. ellie was louder than you, more needy.

“yeah? needed this, huh? just wanted to touch each other?”

yesyesyesyes, fuck yes—

ellie sucked your tongue into her mouth, slurping your saliva like she was thirsty for it. you moaned loudly when you felt her lips wrap around your muscle, moving her mouth up and down on it slowly. you had to stop your hips from bucking off the floor. she pulled away and smiled like a fox before reconnecting your lips.

you did grind into the floor when you felt dina’s mouth press against yours and ellie’s, all your tongues moving around together in sloppy flicks. all your drool was connecting your mouths together in weak strings and you needed to fuck them so bad, drill them both deep—

“m’so wet,” you heard ellie whisper against you and dina’s mouths, and you both whined in unison.

you couldn’t stop the raunchy thoughts from coming to the forefront of your brain, glimpses of potential fucks in the shower, in your bed, on the floor passing your mind like a racecar.

… you needed to cum for them! you were going to cum for them!

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i want her so bad guys 😩.

strawberries, cherries & an angel’s kiss in spring

a small glimpse into farm life with ellie <3

18+

ellie williams x femme coquette reader

disclaimer: the first picture in the moodboard is not meant to directly represent the reader’s skin/body, i just think it fits the mood well <3 ik this will only appeal to some ppl stylistically and that’s ok!! this one is 4 the coquette pillow princesses, hope u enjoy <3 dedicated to the lovely @clearheartgreyflowers n @elskittie who encouraged me to write a lil something in the first place!! mwah

You enjoyed the work that came with living on the farm, you truly did. Loved to wake up early while the morning dew was still clinging to every petal and leaf, loved to tend to the animals and manage the gardens you cared for so dearly. Loved to dance around both inside and outside, loved that it was all a part of your home, part of the life you shared with Ellie.

Since moving onto the farm, you had formed quite the habit of doing all your daily tasks in the early mornings, usually having finished all you needed to do before noon even rolled around. This left you with the opportunity to spend some time in your beloved kitchen, sometimes baking small desserts with what ingredients you had available, other times simply washing and preparing some fruit you had gathered for a snack you could share with Ellie, all before she had even begun her own work for the day.

While you thrived in the morning hours, Ellie, on the other hand, preferred to do her share of the chores around midday, finishing shortly before dinner on the odd days where serious labour needed to be done. Never the morning person, she would’ve kept you in the warm nest of your shared bed, loving on you from the inside out until her own work beckoned around midday, every single day if she could. Even by then, she still hated to be away from you just as much as you loathed being separated from her for too long.

And so, you often accompanied her while she worked. Her little shadow following her around, floating from task to task, sometimes attempting to help (though she almost always stopped you, insisting all you had to do was sit pretty and talk about whatever was on your mind.) She would let you guide the conversation while she worked, occasionally coming over to where you sat perched on the fence or the hood of her truck to peck at your strawberry-stained lips, rough hands gently grazing over the soft peach-fuzz hair on your warm skin, leaving you love drunk and breathless before returning to her job with a poorly hidden smirk.

You absolutely adored this routine. You loved to watch her work with her hands, white wife-beater and black jeans often dirtied with mud or motor oil, gazing at the way her muscles worked under her skin and trying not to lose focus on what you were saying at the moment, lest she catch on to your staring and tease you about it until you were pink faced and huffy.

You loved when that teasing turned into something more, ending in her taking you over the hood of her truck, on top of a hay barrel or against a tree, fucking you dumb with the strap she so often wore under her jeans just for moments like that. She knew watching her work tended to get you riled up, heat pooling in your tummy until you couldn’t take it anymore, whining and pleading for her until she put her tools down and all too eagerly came to your rescue, helping you take care of the ache between your soft thighs.

You loved the routine that’d been created over the years of living on your farm together, and Ellie loved it just as much, maybe even more.

Sometimes, however, all of your own work you had done so early that morning would catch up with you around midday, a wave of fatigue you would relentlessly fight, not wanting to miss out on a single moment with your girlfriend. That is until Ellie would notice your small yawns, the way your eyelids began to droop and she would insist you go lay down for a little nap, promising to come get you as soon as she was finished. You would always whine, insisting you were barely even tired, your own body betraying you when a yawn cut your argument short.

And so, with a few extra kisses and a pat on your bottom, you’d make your way over to one of your favourite places on the land you called home.

Next to one of your large oak trees laid a small clearing, a sun-dappled expanse of plush grass that practically felt like a blanket all on its own. Violets and buttercups littered the ground, an old large picnic blanket sprawled out that seemed to beckon you to lay down. Sometimes you didn’t sleep at all, simply lazing about and listening to the soothing sounds of the wind and the nearby river, the sheep occasionally bleating nearby, letting your thoughts and daydreams carry you away, often finding that those daydreams were awfully close to the life you already were living with Ellie. Sometimes you took the time to read, leafing through old magazines and books you’d read countless times before and somehow never tired of. But most times, your eyelids would heavy and before you knew it you were peacefully resting, dozing in and out of sleep until Ellie came to wake you, having finally finished her tasks for the day. Always gently climbing over your form, careful not to dirty your sundress with her own muddied clothes, admiring you for a few moments before gently rousing you from your slumber.

And that was just how she found you then: warm and drowsy, laying on your tummy with your cheek squished against your arm where you had rested your head. Your linen covered back rising and falling steadily with your breaths, the little sundress you wore ruffling gently with the occasional breeze. As her eyes skimmed down, she could see the way the dress had bunched up slightly with your small movements, the backs of your thighs completely bare up to the slightly visible crease where your thighs met your ass, pink cotton panties peeking out just a bit. She felt herself warm from the inside out at the sight.

Ellie approached quietly, as always. Wiping her hands on her jeans to make sure they were clean, she slowly knelt on the blanket, hovering over your sleeping form. As she leaned down, her senses were immediately overtaken by you, you, you. Your balmy skin that smelt like sun & faintly of the lavender soap she’d helped glide over your body the night before. Your hair splayed out over your shoulders like a veil, which she gently pushed away with a calloused hand to lay soft kisses on the expanse of skin now exposed to the humid air and her touches.

You awoke slowly, humming quietly when you recognized her presence. She always toke care to wake you as gently as possible, soothing you back into consciousness with grazing touches and hushed words. You rolled onto your back underneath her hovering form, blinking away the sleep from your tired eyes until the face you loved more than anything in the universe came into focus. A roughened hand came down to brush some of your hair out of your face as she smiled sweetly at you, finally murmuring out a greeting.

“Hi, sweet girl.”

You giggled at the pet name, muttering a small “Hi” back, cheeks heating already at the small display of affection. That was just the thing with these moments, no matter how frequently they occurred and how often she absolutely spoiled you rotten with her affection and touch, you were seemingly always more sensitive to it in that warm, sleepy, sunkissed state. Everything felt a million times stronger, heavier and simultaneously lighter, time passing leisurely under her gaze. There was nowhere else to be, nothing else to be done, your existence together on that frayed blanket the most important moment in history, as if the universe formed just for this. Just for the two of you. And, more often than you’d like to admit, in these moments you also tended to become a million times needier, the urge to be completely consumed by her and in turn to consume her back entirely overpowering any other senses you possessed.

Ellie knew this, of course. She could read you like a book that she knew by heart, had learned all your micro-expressions and committed their meanings to memory until she could practically read your mind at any given moment from a single glance, a one second scan all it took to know what you needed. Now was no different, as she immediately picked up what was going on: the tiny shifts of your hips under her own, the way you were worrying at your bottom lip with your front teeth, your little fingers aimlessly gripping and releasing the fabric of your dress as you gazed up at her, bambi eyes glassy and wide and so, so trusting.

Ellie also knew you were often too shy to verbalize what you wanted, when you wanted it. A much needed discussion at your small kitchen table had helped clear this up, as you explained to her how you often felt at a loss for words when you needed her most, throat seemingly closing up and an air of timidness taking over. She knew this, and she knew the solution was; To do all the serious talking, saying what needed to be said and letting you confirm or deny with your small noises and nods and the pawing of your hands until you’d relaxed enough to open up verbally again.

Toying with the trim of your dress between thumb and forefinger, eyes boring into your own with the intensity that always seemed to subdue your mind into that fuzzy state you couldn’t quite describe with words, she began to speak in the hushed tone she reserved for moments like this.

“You feelin’ a little needy, baby?”

You nodded, a small noise of agreement coming from the back of your throat.

“Want me to take care of you?”

You nodded quickly, up and down so fast she thought your head might pop off your shoulders if you kept at it.

She let out a small giggle, followed by a string of “alright, alright baby”s. You had been in this position countless times, enough so that she knew exactly what you needed the most, beginning by gently flipping up your dress and laying it neatly on your tummy. Placing soft kisses on the newly exposed skin, seemingly in no rush at all as you started to whine, hips stirring, body doing everything in its power to call her to where you needed her most.

This was stopped, however, by her big hands gripping your hips, gently pushing them down into the blanket again, holding them there as she continued her ministrations. “Easy, sweetheart” she cooed. “Gonna give you what y’need, just be my good girl ‘nd be patient.”

She didn’t make you wait too long, wanting to reward you for the way you almost immediately stilled your movements at her request. Repositioning, she laid down between your thighs, pushing your knees up until there was room for her in the middle. Propped up on her arms resting on either side of your hips, her head was now just mere inches away from your clothed mound. Your breathing had quickened significantly, and while another time she may have teased you for longer, really taking her sweet time just letting her warm breath torturously fan over your heat, she felt like being nice today. With one last look for permission being met with an eager nod of your head, she gently pulled the damp cotton to the side, simply admiring your puffy cunt for a moment before ducking her head down.

The first kiss she laid over your slit immediately had you keening, reaching a hand down to hold onto her own that was laid across your tummy, keeping you pressed to the blanket where she wanted you. It didn’t take long for the small kisses to turn into messy, open mouthed ones, to her flat tongue swiping through your folds, occasionally working her way up and suckling on your swollen clit as you cried out softly.

Your mousy noises were nearly entirely drowned out by her own noises of pleasure as she went to work on you. Ellie was never one to be quiet in times like this, and there was no exception when she was using her mouth on you. Grunting, moaning, slurping, all from her own enjoyment of the pleasure she was giving you mixed with the addicting taste of your juices she so greatly savoured, it was obscene every single time.

Eventually, she could start to feel your hole clenching around nothing as she continued her tongue’s movements. Dipping lower, she slowly circled it with the tip of her tongue, relishing in the feeling of your body fluttering against her prodding. Once she deemed you ready, encouraged by your increasing whines and a muffled “please” from your plush lips, she began gently pushing the muscle inside your warm heat.

Spurred on by your whines and the way your grip on her hand tightened, she flicked her tongue upwards and revelled in the way you clenched around it. Your taste was even stronger like this, now leaking directly into her eagerly awaiting mouth, and she couldn’t get enough, ever. She moved like a woman starved, the vibrations from the groans she let out adding to your own white-hot pleasure, which was mounting by the second.

You could feel it rising, building and building, knot forming in the lowest part of your tummy. The intensity was overwhelming and suddenly, your upper half felt too exposed. You needed to be eye level with Ellie, needed to feel completely encased by her, fully consumed by her. Needed the intimacy of her breath fanning across your face when you eventually reached your peak. You began to pull where you gripped at her forearm, mumbling a quick “up, up, please”, and of course she knew exactly what you meant.

Pulling away from your heat, you got a hazy look at the mess you’d made of her face, lower half glistening with your slick, reddened lips puffed slightly, appearing as though she’d just devoured the ripest peach one could find. She immediately replaced her mouth with her warm hand, simply cupping your pussy as she clambered, repositioning until she was laying next to you on the blanket, using her supporting arm to wrap around the top of your head a bit, caging you in safely. she removed her hand only to finally push your panties down your thighs, returning her touch the second they were out of her way. As she slotted her lips with yours, your own taste quickly melting with the laps of her tongue against your own, she let two of her fingers slip inside you, quickly assuming the motion she knew you loved so much: stroking your velveteen walls in an upward motion, punching in and out with her forearm so she hit that sweet, gummy spot with nearly exact precision every single time.

You were gasping into her lips immediately, still trying to kiss back through it all, small hand shooting up to wrap around the back of Ellie’s neck, keeping her face close to your own as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten further. She kissed the corner of your mouth where it was stretched open, sweet noises falling from your plush lips as the pleasure began to build to that special point again, this time feeling safe in her body’s shelter, allowing the feeling to wash over you completely as it rose. She knew it was happening right away, from the way you clenched around her fingers, gushing out more liquid that dripped down her wrist, to the frantic sounds you were producing and the way you gazed up at her, completely falling apart in a way you only could because you knew she was there to keep you together.

“You gonna cum, angel? Hm?”, she says against your lips, knowing she won’t get a proper verbal answer. A warbled moan and a teary-eyed nod are what she gets in response, and she knows the last thing you need to push you over that edge.

“C’mon baby, s’okay. Cum for me, you can cum. My sweet girl, let it happen. Love you so much-”

The knot unravels with a whip the second those words leave her lips, and she feels you gush around her fingers at the same time as she sees those familiar tears of pleasure spill over your inky eyelashes. You’re trembling and crying out, her movements continuing to help you ride it out as long as it can last. The pleasure is almost unbearable, warmth blossoming in your chest as your thrust your head into the apex of her neck.

You can distantly hear her speaking to you, not quite able to make out the words as you let it all wash over you, floating within your high, but you know she’s talking you through it all. You know there’s gentle praises spilling from her lips. And sure enough, as your senses begin to readjust, that’s exactly what you hear.

“There you go, thaaat’s it baby. My sweet girl, did so good, ‘m so proud of you, such an angel. I’ve got you, shhh-sh-sh.”

It’s only then that your ears register your own cries, gently whimpering into your girlfriend’s neck as the tears continue to spill. The overwhelming feeling from your release catching up with you, and you’re suddenly snapping your thighs shut around Ellie’s arm, the stimulation now too much in this sensitive state.

“Okay, okay baby, i’ve gotcha. Gonna pull ‘em out now, ‘kay?” she soothes, waiting for your approval before gently slipping her fingers out, triggering a rush of your own release to spill out onto the blanket below as you whine.

You feel her wiggle down your body until she’s face level with your now soaked pussy and thighs again, using her thumbs to gently part your folds without further stimulating your swollen clit. With a few tentative fingers, she scoops up what she can of your release from your drooling hole, shushing you when you flinch at the contact before popping them in her mouth, humming at the taste, her own eyelids fluttering.

After a few small kisses to the tops of your still shaking thighs, she gently pulls your cotton panties back up, playing with the little bow that sits at the top of the waistband gently before lowering your sundress once again, covering your sensitive cunt.

Before you know it she’s back up there with you, lifting your spent body until you’re cradled against her as you catch your breath, humming contentedly. She kisses the side of your head, moving down to the fat of your cheek until you’re giggling and completely pliant in her arms. Only then do you begin to speak coherently again, starting the conversation in the only way that feels appropriate in the moment.

“Love you els”, said through giggles.

Ellie thinks her heart might just break through her ribcage and escape her body in an attempt to completely join itself with your own.

“I love you more, silly girl. How you feelin’? All good? Comfortable?”

Your answer is easy, not needing to think at all. “Perfect”, you mumble back. “Jus’ a little sleepy again.”

Ellie laughs, hard enough to shake you a bit where you lay against her chest. You didn’t need to tell her that for her to know, your penchant for wanting to sleep against her skin after she’d fucked you dumb all too familiar. “Alright, I hear ya sleepyhead. What d’you say we head inside, get cleaned up and cuddle a bit before dinner? Hm?”

You nod, humming along before thinking for a moment, brows furrowing in the slightest, immediately prompting Ellie to smooth it out with her thumb. Then blinking up at her gently, eyelashes fluttering, giving her those bambi eyes you know she melts under the gaze of before speaking once more.

“Carry me inside, els?”

And she never, ever could say no to that request.

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