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YOUNG MIKO - WASSUP (2025)

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women supporting women means supporting trans women too btw.

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calling ellie's hand tiramisu so i can have her ladyfingers in my mouth

images from @/qtmiichrlle and @/ellliesnewbbg on pinterest

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gender is NOT the same as sex. gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with ellie tonight. stay informed.

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real (╥﹏╥)

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may your next lover be the reason you’ve waited and endured for so long.

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american kids (e.w headcannons)

pairing: southern butch ellie + fem reader

warnings: 18+ content (use of strap-ons + oral sex + ass slapping), mentions of guns since it's a southern au and all, southern dialect/accent noticeable, use of the term 'daddy' (i think ellie is the type of butch to love the name).

☼ southern butch ellie who wears a pair of joel's hand-me-down jeans while she works. sweat drippin' down her forehead, hair tied back messily to keep it out of her face. plenty of pit stains on her wife pleasers and she still looks irresistible.

☼ southern butch ellie who plows through endless fields in her tractor (and you)

☼ southern butch ellie who isn't too picky about her meals. you'll approach her lounging form, practically glued to the recliner, and tap her tanned shoulder with a plate of mississippi mud roast.

"ain't you just so sweet?" she'd tease, tugging your waist to sit on the side of the chair. when you (reluctantly) managed to pull away to clean the crock pot, you'd feel her roughened hand give your ass a little shameless smack, and if you paid closer attention, you could hear the snicker erupt from her throat.

☼ southern butch ellie who loves being called daddy in the privacy of your farmhouse' master bedroom.

in reverse cowgirl, her hands keep a firm grip over the curve of your hips. you rock your hips back and forth, whining incoherent shit she can't make anything of. you jump and look back at her when her hand comes down on your ass, a sharp spank leaving a red handprint on it. "you gonna be nice for daddy and ride her cock, quit mumblin'?" she chides. your whimper sends 1500 watts straight to her bush-hidden pussy. without further notice, you're flipped underneath her, and the harness around her waist is being ripped off so she can shut you up with her pussy on your face.

☼ southern butch ellie with plenty of ink. the single name "shimmer," her first horse, on the back of her shoulder. letters capital and thin. then, an assortment of random tattoos you wouldn't expect someone in the bible belt to have. not that ellie follows any bible, but it's surprising to see. her arms stay mainly clean, freckles on her shoulders and faded down her arms unobstructed, but she swears one day she will get your name on the inside of her wrist.

"see that vein right there, babe? right below 'er. perfect place for your name, don't cha think?"

☼ southern butch ellie who seems rough on the outside, but is the true definition of a sweetheart. you live in a trailer park? she grew up in one, doesn't judge. though that is all too common in the south, some folks still judge. she will never understand it. adding onto this, she ordinates between little and big spoon. some nights, she loves being held and squeezed to sleep. the nights when she has no plans of actually sleeping, she likes sneaking behind you and rubbing her thick belt buckle against your ass.

☼ southern butch ellie who is awkward with kids to the point it melts your heart. she can hardly speak to them, just nodding along and trying to keep up with their jumbling words. give her a couple hours with the kids, and you'll find her playing crack the egg on a trampoline with them.

☼ southern butch ellie who hunts with a rifle in the backwoods. she'll come home with a couple rabbits or a deer if she is so lucky. keeps the rifle stored away safely, but sometimes her mind drifts to your safety. if anyone even so much as thought about trying to harm you on her property? rifle is going to be used for more than forest critter.

☼ southern butch ellie who loves getting a strap blowjob, whatever you wanna call it. she gets asked all the time why lesbians use strap-ons if they don't like cock—this is why. the way the tan plastic shines neatly with your saliva. the way she can last longer than any guy getting a blowjob, fucking your throat for as long as she so pleases, knowing you love gagging for her dick.

☼ southern butch ellie who fucks you in the bed of her '97 pick-up truck, a few blankets underneath you. she'll have you in missionary with your legs wrapped around her hips, and she handles you so easily. she doesn't sputter like a man. she fucks you hard and deep, encouraging you to dig your nails into her back. she doesn't stop until she knows you're worn out.

☼ southern butch ellie who loves a good home-cooked meal from you, but knows how to whip up some bomb ass breakfast herself. hashbrowns and sunny-side up eggs, a few strip of bacon or sausage links on the side for you when you rise. since she always wakes earlier than you, she has the advantage of being able to cook for you before you are able to fuss about her morning chores and how you should be the one to cook.

☼ southern butch ellie who hates overall traffic and chaos in the city, but will drive through an interstate to one in november for every major holiday. she isn't the richest person, but likes picking up overtime to get you that specific teacup set you saw in a flea market or a lacy pair of victoria's secret panties in the mall that she catches you staring at weeks prior.

☼ southern butch ellie who makes a mixtape for the nights the two of you drink beer on the hood of her truck and roll a couple joints. and yeah, it's the classics of the south. george strait, the charlie daniels band, dolly parton, johnny cash, shania twain, willie nelson, etc. she throws in some soft older love songs like coney island baby, somethin' stupid, i will always love you, dedicated to the one i love, forever, be my baby, and tonight will you belong to me.

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sorry I can't go I have self sabotage tonight

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baby daddy

YES GAWWWDDDDDDDDD AAHHHHHHH MWAH MWAH MWAH THAT IS A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN.

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texan farm ellie williams!

more fluff of texan farm!ellie cuz i love her previous.

it’s around three p.m. in texas, when the heat sits thick and heavy. you’re watching through the open living room window as ellie sits, man-spreading on a wooden bucket, loose strands of her short, choppy auburn hair curling at her temples where sweat clings. with steady hands, she shears the wool from your favorite sheep— lampchop, which ellie named against your advising.

you find yourself purely admiring her, chewing on your lip. like, fuck, that’s your girl.

her boots scuff against the dirt and gravel, one foot planted while the other rocks as she shifts her weight into the blade shears, manipulating the sheep’s position with ease. sweat clings to the back of her neck, a damp patch darkening the brown fabric between her shoulder blades.

at this point, you're just gawking. who could blame you, though? god. ‘you want some water?’ your voice comes softer than you intend. ellie doesn't look up right away, just shifts her weight, dampening her lips. ‘wouldn't say no.’ she finally replies, glancing back at the house, eyes squinting against the sun’s glare.

you turn without a word, stepping into the kitchen. grabbing a glass from the shelf, you fill it with water. the ice tray cracks as you pop out a few heart-shaped ice cubes you made the night before. you head out with a smile on your face.

by the time you reach her, she's long since let lampchop go. ellie wipes the back of her hand across her brow before taking the glass, her fingers brushing against yours— rough where yours are soft.

you crouch in front of her as she downs the water in seconds, your hands resting lightly on her denim-clad knees. the heat from her skin seeps through the fabric, grounding and familiar. ‘you know you need breaks, els,’ you murmur, smoothing your thumbs over the worn fabric. ‘and cold drinks.’

ellie exhales a small laugh through her nose, setting the glass down on the gravel. her rough palm comes up to caress your jaw. ‘yeah?’ she hums, tilting her head. ‘that what you're here for? keepin' me in line?’

you smile, smoothing down a frizzy short curl by her temple. ‘someone's gotta.’ rising slowly, you step between her legs. ellie tilts her head back. ‘gonna give me a kiss me or just stand there lookin' pretty, baby?’ she drawls, her southern accent soft yet thick.

you don't make her wait. you press your lips to hers, warm and unhurried. you sigh against her, and ellie hums, hands settling firm on your waist.

when you pull back, she smirks sweetly, soft this time around. ‘breaks ain't so bad,’ she murmurs. ‘thank you, love.’

dragging out the sex cuz i’m gatekeeping how she fucks 😮‍💨 lol maybe i’ll write it soon

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i know from the bottom of my heart that ellie williams is such a man spreader. LOOK AT HER SHE STAYS SPREAD

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genuinely do NOT want the world to see me because i don’t think that they’d understand

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We’re doomed oh I mean good morning. I guess

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to heal the wound you first have to stop touching it

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The fun part about being a soft person is that I'm so fucking heartbroken from everyone who ever owned a piece of my heart