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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 southern/cowgirl!vi x sweet little housewife reader *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 none *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 hey !! this is just a little drabble i wrote of southern!vi, i'm living for this concept, it's so cute !!

♡︎ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡︎

The boys were all gathered ‘round the corral, elbows slung over the fence, taking a breather after a long, sweaty morning out in the fields. Dust clung to their boots, and the sun beat down with a lazy kind of persistence.

Vi leaned casually against the rail, one arm draped over the top, a piece of straw tucked between her teeth. Her grin was wide and uncontainable — the kind that stretched all the way to her eyes.

And you?

You were up on that horse.

A little unsteady, sure — the saddle creaked beneath you, your knees trembling ever so slightly — but you were up there. Your sundress was tied in knots at the sides to keep it out of the way, sunhat tilted and barely hanging on, wind tugging at your hair. But none of that mattered. Because on your face was the proudest damn smile Vi had ever seen.

“She’s doin’ it,” one of the guys chuckled, squinting into the sun, hand lifted to shade his eyes.

Vi didn’t so much as blink. “Damn right she is.”

With a breath and a little grit, you nudged the horse into a slow, careful walk. You gripped the reins like your life depended on it, your back straight as a board — maybe too straight — but you glowed. You were beaming. Radiant. Like sunlight had found a new favorite place to shine.

When you circled back around, you puffed your chest with the kind of pride that made Vi’s heart skip. “Did y’all see that?”

One of the guys tipped his hat, a playful grin on his face. “Look at you, ridin’ like a pro.”

Vi was already making her way to the gate before you even stopped, arms outstretched to steady you. “Look at her, ridin’ like she owns the whole damn ranch.”

“I do now,” you teased, reaching for her hand as she helped you down.

“Think I’m a real cowgirl yet?”

Vi laughed, low and full of affection, and caught you around the waist, lifting you off the saddle like you didn’t weigh a thing. “You ride that horse, run my house, feed my boys — darlin’, you might just outrank me.”

You laughed too, breathless and warm, leaning into her chest like it was the safest place on earth. “I wanna do it again.”

“Oh, you will,” she promised, brushing a kiss against your temple. “But not ‘til you get some water in you. And maybe a medal.”

You turned toward the boys, arms thrown wide, voice ringing out clear and proud. “Y’all hear that? I’m a medal-worthy cowgirl!”

They hollered and whooped like you’d just roped a wild bull.

And Vi? She just stood there, watching you shine, her chest full to bursting.

Her girl. Her joy. Her heart on horseback.

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Lust Quest? ₊˚⊹♡

overview ꨄ Ellie—your girlfriend, was sitting at her desk practically the whole day playing her favorite game. You didn’t mind usually, but the lack of attention was definitely annoying you. After awhile of nagging, she got fed up with you.

warnings ꨄ Ellie is lowkey kinda mean..choking, strap-usage (r!receiving), fingering (!receiving), choking, hair pulling, degrading, dumbfication, deprivation of pleasure, edging, ect! NOT exactly a drabble, IM SORRY GUYS! I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

wc: 5.6k

You’re not exactly sure how you got in this situation. Better yet, where you managed to lose where this situation made sense. Your girlfriend, Ellie, was playing on her PlayStation—like always, it seemed. Ever since you got her that desk sized T.V, she hadn’t been able to peeled herself away from the same thing.

She was playing some sort of zombie game that you actually had no care for, but there was something about the way her fingers moved the joysticks so calculatedly that was so enamoring. Or the way her brow would be furrowed in either annoyance or concentration, the way she’d bite the inside of her bottom lip and breathe heavier—it was so hot.

Everything about Ellie was hot, everything she did put you in a trance you found yourself stuck in at every waking minute. Even your unawake moments—she lived there, taking over your mind as if she had the right to.

The only downside was how focused she got on the game. You’d be trying to have an actual conversation with her, and she’d be shooting a zombie in some hotel basement, complaining and groaning. It was irritating to say the least, you only really managed when she’d let you sit on her lap—as long as you promised to stay still, that is. But even in that position, you found yourself feeling envious of a gaming controller. The way both hands were gripping it tightly, the way she’d tighten her grip when she got angry. You missed when your thighs would be her stress relief toy.

What a low blow, where had your self worth gone?

Even though she’d squeeze your thigh as if it was the only thing keeping her sane, or burry her face in your neck and groan frustratedly—it wasn’t enough. You still couldn’t stay still, you still couldn’t help but squirm and sigh in annoyance when her eyes would be trained on the screen in front of her instead of her literal girlfriend.

You complained, you whined, you didn’t stay still, you didn’t stay quiet—but she seemed so unfazed. That only made you try harder, stubbornness was a two-way problem in this relationship.

Your complaining didn’t go unnoticed, though, she’d usually brush it off and laugh—but not this time.

That’s how you ended up in this situation. Ellie had pushed her gracefully gifted T.V closer to the wall before slamming you down on the desk. The impact forced a sharp yelp from your throat, along with multiple figures, comics, and whatever other shit she had on her desk to fall off. The cluttering sound of things falling didn’t faze her, she just looked at you with narrowed eyes and an agitated expression.

“Baby, do you know what staying still means?” she asked, her voice was so condescending. It was as if she was talking to you like you were stupid—maybe because she knew you would be in a few minutes. You were always left hazy when she was done with you, even you were painfully aware of that fact.

“I’d stay still if you actually paid attention to me. Do I have to get on my knees and plead for basic attention?” you spat, equally as angry. It was unknown if it was the anger or the heavy sexual tension that made the room feel so tense—most likely the latter.

“Oh, please. You get plenty of attention, you just don’t like when my focus is on something other than you.” she argued, the way she was running her hand up your thigh was a stark contrast to her bitter tone.

You knew it was true, she showered you in attention and affection. Even in her more distant moments, you could see how hard she tried. Yet, it was still so frustrating when she focused so hard on something other than you, something that wasn’t even real, pixels on the T.V you bought her.

“You’re so infuriating, Ellie. You speak as if I’m some kind of attention whore.” it was as if your whole comment got ignored—at least for a moment. Ellie placed her calloused, rough hands under your thighs and yanked you towards her. A strained gasp left your throat from the force, it was nerve wracking; but arousing in away.

“Not far from it, sweetheart.” she murmured, ensuring your legs were wrapped around her waist securely before starting to kiss up your neck. Making sure she was in her rightful place between your thighs. “Look how you act when you’re not the center of attention.” You scoffed and tried to shoot her a dirty look, but she was clearly occupied. She kissed along your jawline in a way that made you feel wanted for the first time that day. The pecks you received seemed almost forced, but not reluctant. It was as if she was forcing herself to be gentle with you.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around her, tracing them up and down her back softly. There was no desire for roughness on your end, it was really only attention you wanted. You wanted more of her hands, more of her kisses, more of everything.

Ellie continued, the wet kisses she left were making your spine tingle. So passionate, but so angry. She bit down on your neck particularly hard, earning her a small hiss—you could feel the way her lips curled upwards against your neck. She sucked the sore part of your neck softly, almost teasingly. It was teasing in the way that it was as if it was a wordless apology for her roughness; but you knew better than that.

Ellie pulled away for a brief moment, making eye contact with you again. She kneaded the plush of your thighs in her hand like they were pillows, in a way that felt like they belonged to her. They did in a way, they looked so pretty in her hands, or wrapped around her waist, or around her head when she ate you out.

One of Ellie’s hands slid up to your inner thigh, her eyes still trained on you—watching you, piercing your irises with hers. It was as if she was taking apart your soul and searching for any remorse, or maybe she was just searching for any other reaction besides annoyance. She was finding it for sure, you were an open book. A small smirk crept up onto her lips when she looked at you, all you could do was gulp and furrow your eyebrow in response.

“Is this all you need to stay still, baby? You need me to wear you out?” she questioned, her expression was twisted into one of almost mock pity. The tone in her voice was so condescending, so mean. “That’s fine, just stay still and be good, yeah?”

Regardless—you ate it up. You were practically drooling when she spoke to you that way, and she knew it.

Ellie’s hands slid a bit further, moving to the left a bit to press against your clothed cunt—with far more pressure than necessary. You writhed under her hand, desperately searching for friction but also just feeling so twitchy from the sudden contact.

“Ellie, come on..” you urged, trying to rut your hips against her hand, in an act to chase friction and pleasure but also to convince her to actually please you. Ellie seemed unsatisfied by this act, she immediately pulled her hand away and placed it roughly on your hip, keeping you in place. When you still tried to wiggle, she brought her other hand up to your throat.

Your breath hitched—fuck, she was so hot it was painful. The way she eyed you made you want to melt in her hands.

“Do you not know what ‘stay still’ means? I don’t think you’re dumb, are you?” she asked, though it was more of a mocking thing than a question.

“I’ll give you what you want, but since you were such a fucking brat you have to wait.” her tone was so harsh, her hand pressing on your throat as a warning. she wasn’t actually trying to choke you, she just needed that shock factor.

Despite the roughness, you were practically frothing at the mouth, your cunt clenching with every squeeze, every word. The way she scolded you and looked at you in that angry way—it was so alluring. The way her toned bicep would flex when she squeezed your throat, or the way one eyebrow would furrow more than the other.

“Mmh, m’sorry.” you managed to mumble out, looking at her with pleading eyes. it seemed to work, because she did stop squeezing your throat a bit. Her hand lingered there, the one that was holding your hip went to the waistband of your shorts instead.

“You’re not sorry at all, sweetheart.” she tutted, slipping her thumb under the waistband in a slow, torturous manner. “But you’re gonna try and apologize so I’ll be soft with you, right?” it was a rhetorical question, she didn’t want you to answer it. Now both hands were on the lower half of your body, sliding under you to grip your ass. Her hands lingered there, squishing and kneading the flesh roughly.

With a swift motion, Ellie lifted you up a bit and worked both your shorts and panties off, dropping you back onto the desk when she was done. A small yelp left your lips, especially when even more things fell off the desk—this was getting old.

Ellie grabbed your thighs roughly, forcing them open. She eyed you like a piece of meat, but also like a work of art.

Her hands slipped in between your thighs, her fingertips brushing against your wet folds. Her lips curled into a slow, lopsided smirk—the eye contact was making this so much worse. You were so wet you thought you would leak all over her damn desk, your cunt ached with such need that only she could satisfy.

“Fucking soaked, and I thought you wanted me to be soft.” she scoffed, her ring and middle finger moving to your aching clit and tracing soft circles. “Do you like it when I’m mean to you?” she asked, looking at you with a devilish, expectant look in her eye as she worked your clit lazily.

You let out a soft whine in protest, wanting to rut against her fingers but realizing how bad of an idea that was. Her question was left unanswered, you were too busy panting and silently begging for her to give you more.

Ellie was unsatisfied, she pulled away just enough to land a slap on your clit. You cried out, your legs kicking softly in surprise—but not in an attempt to kick her away. She watched as your hole clenched around nothing, her fingers pressing against the wetness softly. “Or don’t answer, that’s fine. But I already know the answer by how wet you are for me.”

Without warning, she shoved her fingers inside your aching cunt. It wasn’t in a rough way, more of an impatient way. but you weren’t ready, especially since she didn’t even start you out with one.

“Ellie!” you cried out, the roughness to her movements was such a turn on. Her fingers moved in slow, scissoring motions, despite the rough start. You could feel her stretching you out, prepping you for something. You could feel your poor pussy stretching to accommodate the abrupt entrance of her fingers.

“Oh I know, baby. Feel good? Atta girl, you’re taking it so well.” she praised, the switches between comfort and degrading were confusing you—that’s exactly what she wanted to happen. “Greedy, look how you’re sucking me in.” she commented playfully, tilting your head down so you could actually watch her fingers working your poor hole. A string of weak whines left you from the sight, both from embarrassment and pleasure.

Ellie just shushed you, her fingers curling inside your warm heat and causing you to squirm a bit. “Shh, you’re fine, sweetheart. You wanted attention, right?” she asked, her eyes locked on yours, holding an almost uncomfortable amount of eye contact. “ Do you think I’m stupid enough to not notice you grinding on my thigh while i’m trying to play a game?” her voice was patronizing, so mean in the way that made you tied between the want to make her angrier or the want to make her softer.

“No..” you mumbled in response, trying to bury your face in her neck. There were wet squelching sounds every time she made a scissoring motion or delved in particularly deeper. You were in heaven, soft moans and pants escaping your throat—desperately looking for something to scramble and cling onto.

Ellie raised an eyebrow, she was unsatisfied, again. Not that she was actually angry—she just liked an excuse to be rough with you. Though that wasn’t too barbaric, you loved it.

She moved her hand up towards your neck again, you knew what was coming. She grabbed the side of it, squeezing a bit harder now. Her thumb was pressing against your trachea with enough pressure that made you feel nervous but turned on all at once.

“No? No what, baby? You can’t be that stupid already, my fingers can’t take away yo if literacy.” she mocked, it was just a filler question to make you feel stupid—to make you think. There was still that smirk on her face, the smirk that told you she was enjoying this, the smirk that told you how much she liked fingering you and watching you fall apart on something that was strictly hers.

The weak whines and moans that left you only fueled her, her fingers started fucking into you at an unnecessarily rough pace. Ellie wanted to make you see stars, and oh, you would.

When she started fingering you faster, all you could do was weakly grab onto her arms. One hand was on the bicep of the arm in charge of fingering you, while the other was on the one choking you. Your hands practically scrambled there, your thighs shaking and your hands squeezing her biceps as a means to ground yourself.

“Ellie, fuck! No—I don’t think you’re stupid!” you cried out, barely managing to choke out the words between pants and weak moans. The way her fingers were stretching you out was so addictive, you could feel yourself clamping down on them with every thrust, a coil in your stomach tightening unbearably. But she just looked at you, her eyes darting between your pussy sucking in her fingers and the needy expression on your face. Something in her eyes was just so sultry.

Ellie was addicted to the feeling of your walls around her fingers, sucking her as a silent plead for more. It was a beautiful sight, all she could do was let out a soft groan every time she could feel you tighten around her.

“Come on baby, do you wanna cum?” she taunted, a grin still on her face as she watched you fall apart, as her fingers worked your pussy like it was second nature, like she was meant to do it. Like every single thrust of her digits was a silent word, a word of belonging, everything you couldn’t sum your relationship up with in simple words. Like every moan validated how much you belonged to her.

“Beg for it, maybe I’ll be generous.”

And you did.

You nodded feverishly, both hands scrambling to the arm closest to your pussy, squeezing her bicep. “Please, Els! I need it, please just let me cum—shit!” you squeezed your eyes shut, but the pressure on your throat tightened. Your eyes flew open and you let out a weak yelp, in response, she immediately loosened her grip. “I’m..so close!”

You assumed that if you begged she’d she asked you to, she’d let you cum.

You were terribly mistaken.

Ellie watched with a smirk as your back arched, listened as your breathing got a bit deeper. And then as abrupt and as harsh as she started—she pulled her fingers out. You couldn’t believe it at first, your mind was far too clouded by pleasure to even process what happened. But when you came to your senses, you saw her smiling at you innocently—or not so innocently.

Did she seriously deprive you of orgasming even though she made you beg? How cruel.

“What the hell?!” you complained, you could already feel tears prickling in your eyes. You wanted to cum so bad, your cunt was aching so bad it hurt. All the blood had rushed there, making you hyper aware of how horny you actually were. Especially after being worked up like that.

Ellie frowned at you, though it wasn’t in sympathy; more of a mocking frown. “I said maybe I’d let you, are you that brain dead already?” she asked, popping her now sticky fingers into her mouth right in front of you, sucking them clean. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t realize. I’ll help you think again when we’re done, yeah?”

A weak moan escaped your throat, stray tears streaming down your cheeks. She seemed a bit remorseful, but you couldn’t even think of the fact that could be false too. She stepped back a bit, stroking your hair comfortingly and kissing your forehead. “Stay put, sweetheart.” she commanded softly, before walking over to her nightstand.

Ellie crouched down to second drawer, that was the drawer. You immediately felt hopeful, it was obvious she was getting a toy. Your guess was right, she pulled out a green strap, one she used on you quite often—maybe she liked seeing her favorite color wreck your cunt by her own doing. Then she brought it over to you, setting it between your thighs as a tease, but you weren’t amused.

She quickly discarded her pants, throwing them in the same place she threw your attire beforehand. Ellie’s eyes were on you again, so intimidating but so sexy. You bucked your hips a bit, maybe trying to at least get to touch your clit to the toy near your sopping heat. It didn’t go unnoticed, though, Ellie immediately picked the strap back up and held it. There was a knowing smile on her face, it only grew when she brought the strap to your lips.

“Suck.” is all she said—plain and simple but direct in the most sensible way she could be. With slightly furrowed eyebrows and teary eyes, you opened your mouth. Ellie watched the way your tongue lolled out, immediately pushing the silicone into your mouth.

Weak groans escaped you as she pushed it further, your throat now struggling to accommodate the entrance.

“Open up your throat, baby.” she coaxed, moving to rub your neck softly. You bobbed your head up and down since she held it at an angle, looking at her through your eyelashes.

Ellie let out a groan, her hand moving from your throat to your face. She cupped both your cheeks, making you groan and stop bobbing your head. “Your lips look so pretty when you’re wrapped around things. Both lips are the same, i guess” she joked.

You actually laughed at that, causing you to gag on the silicone into your throat. She pulled it out after that, her eyes sparkling at the sight of drool connecting your lips to the toy. She needed to be inside you, she needed it now.

She immediately worked to slip it on, she was so used to the act of doing so it took little to no time at all. A shiver ran down your spine at the sight, it was ridiculous to be so experienced at putting. a fucking strap on.

Ellie didn’t immediately start ravaging you, which was unusual for her. She was never exactly known as a patient person, especially when it came to the idea of watching you squirm.

Instead, she plopped back down on her chair, her eyes looking up at you with a deep, sultry hint in her eyes. She simply smiled and patted her lap, beckoning you towards her with her pointer and middle finger. “C’mere, baby. ‘You wanna ride me?”

That was probably the sexist thing you had ever seen. Damn.

You were quick to hop off the desk, your legs trembling with sheer need. Arousal webbing between your thighs in a way that made you feel filthy. The whole room felt heavier, as if your clouded mind was contagious to the world around you.

Within seconds you were hovering over Ellie’s lap, your eyes darting between the strap and her naturally alluring eyes. She grabbed your hips softly, guiding you closer until the tip was splitting your folds apart like it was separating rose petals. With a gentle hold on you, she softly eased you down further. Your teeth clenched together a bit as you sank down onto the object, immediately clamping down on it tightly with both relief and slight spurn.

“Mmh, Ellie..” is all you could manage, your head tilting back a bit so you could sigh. She held your hips still, letting you adjust—or so you thought. Usually she’d start you off, bouncing you up and down in a way that had you questioning how much she likes maneuvering you and all your life choices.

But not this time, she simply held you still.

Even when you tried to do it yourself, thinking that’s what she wanted to see—she held you still. You immediately got antsy, the aching in your cunt couldn’t be ignored, it was throbbing with need. You were so horny, one more antic away from leaving to finish yourself off in the bathroom.

“Ellie, please? Why aren’t you letting me move?” you questioned, your voice was pleading but also a bit irritated. The way you just sat there with her strap inside you was torturous, you were sure your pussy would clamp so hard you wouldn’t be able to move if she let you.

“I don’t know, Do you deserve it?” Ellie asked, a sardonic and sarcastic tint in her tone.

How cruel was she? She already ripped an orgasm away from you and now she was denying you any pleasure? All because you nagged her for attention.

“..What?” you managed, your breathing a bit labored. With desperation, your hips tried to buck forwards and up and down and deeper—everywhere. But Ellie didn’t even let you move an inch, keeping your hips firmly situated.

This was absolute torture. Your eyes immediately prickled with tears again from sheer need.

“Do you deserve it? It’s a simple question, baby. I know you’re not that stupid.” she teased, tilting her head at you. “C’mon, my baby is so much better than that.”

You were dumbfounded, blinking at her with confusion and desperation as tears streamed down your face. Ellie offered you a pouty frown—though it was so obviously bullshit.

“Awh, baby. Don’t cry, maybe if you apologize I’ll be nice.” she suggested, her voice clearly hinting at you to act on that.

“Apologize? Why?” you asked, but you knew damn well why. Silently, you cursed yourself for dragging this conversation on instead of just apologizing. Your poor hole was throbbing so bad, it almost felt good—almost.

Ellie had such a condescending smirk on her face, but everytime you looked at her you’d clench around the strap. “Well, do you want to cum? I could make it so much worse if you don’t wanna cum..” she said, trailing her hands up and down your lower back, squeezing your ass, “You know, keep you all still for longer. I could just sit here and mold you around me.”

A weak noise crawled out of your throat, you immediately shook your head feverishly. “No, Els! I’m sorry for nagging you so much, please—please, I wanna cum!” you pleaded, a few stray tears spilling from your eyes.

Fortunately for you, Ellie seemed satisfied. She slid her hands back up to your hips, adjusting her grip on you. With that, she started bouncing you up and down at a slow pace. It was tortuously slow, but relief crashed over your body when you finally felt something.

“Good girl, see how easy it is?” she praised, which was obviously sarcastic again. She kept you going at a slow pace, bringing your hips down deep—but not deep enough. bringing you forward a bit to just barely brush against the devastating spot inside you—but still not enough. she practically had your body mapped out, something she took personal pride in.

This was torture for you, but in the best way. Your breathing was labored, your pussy gratefully sucking in the silicone, the plush of your flesh puffing besides the firm grip she had on you. It was intoxicating but depriving all at once.

“Els, please! I need more, I’m sorry!” you apologized again, your voice coming out more in hiccups rather than coherent words. Yet she seemed to understand anyway, she was used to seeing you in such a mess.

“Oh I know, baby. You’re so sorry, so, so sorry. It’s okay, sweetheart, I can’t fault you for just wanting attention.” her voice almost seemed softer now—a stark contrast to the event taking place. Ellie adjusted her grip on you once again, raising you you up and then slamming you back down.

A sharp cry left your throat at the sudden force, the tip kissing your cervix in a way that made you squirm. “F-fuck, baby!” you practically squealed, hearing a small laugh come from her as she watched you fall apart. Your sopping hole was sucking her in so good, she eventually loosened her grip on your hips so you could move on your own.

“You have such a pretty pussy, y’know? I love the way you suck me in like that.” she commented, her voice was low and full of whatever magic she had in her vocal cords that made your panties sticky every time she spoke. She almost felt like she could feel you sucking her in, but watching was just as satisfying.

You continued bouncing up and down on her strap, humiliating squelching sounds coming from between you and the silicone. The room was full of wet sounds, panting, huffing, moans, tension, and the ambiance of sex. Your lips were stuck in a parted opening, soft moans and gasps leaving you everytime you felt her deep inside you. Like she was making an imprint inside you, like she belonged inside your warm heat, like her eyes were drinking up all the juices from your cunt that she couldn’t.

“Just like that, you’d think you were made for riding me.” she joked her fingers moving to your tits. she circled her thumb around of of them softly, pausing to press down a bit harder. She moved towards the left one and licked it softly, relishing in the way you squirmed and moaned. She pinched and sucked at your nipples softly, but enough to keep you satisfied.

As much as Ellie adored watching you ride her, she wasn’t getting enough friction from it—she wasn’t the one supposed to be deprived of pleasure. She stilled your hips again, her fingers digging into the plush of your thighs firmly.

Before you could even grasp it, she pulled out of you. Her strap’s absence leaving you completely empty. You stumbled to your feet, but before you could even whine she was bending you over the desk. A gasp of air was squeezed out of your lungs as you were pushed down against the desk. She pushed your head into the wood, your cheek pressing against it as you writhed.

Without warning, Ellie slammed back into you. A sharp cry left your throat, both in surprise and from the feeling of her deep inside you again. Your face was smooshed into the desk, silencing you wordlessly. “Don’t whine, I know you love being stuffed.” she said, stroking your hair but keeping your head pinned down.

“Ugh..I can never get over this angle.” Ellie rasped, her voice was so husky and seductive. Despite her attempts to seem unaffected, she was biting her lip and panting behind you. It was hard to act so mean when you looked like this, when you were bent over a desk full of her, when you looked back at her with those lovely, pleading eyes.

Oh, she was just as much of a mess as you were.

Ellie started off slow, fucking into you with deep, satyric thrusts. Her eyes were trained on the way your sopping cunt sucked her in greedily every time, her mind full of thoughts she wouldn’t say out loud for once.

With ease, her hand slipped onto the back of your head, pulling it up by your hair. The way your back arched when she did so was so rousing. She moaned at the sight, her fingers caught, tangled in your beautiful hair. She couldn’t help but pick up the pace from the erotic sight, the friction of the strap rubbing against her clit made her sigh.

Your hands were sprawled out on the desk, desperately looking for something to help keep you up, to help you ground yourself from the object being thrusted in and out of your shaking body, the feeling was both addicting and overwhelming. Your hips tried to meet hers in the middle of each thrust, but you were becoming limp.

“You’re so pretty, baby. I should fuck you in front of a mirror sometime so you can see.” she suggested breathlessly, fucking you like an animal. Ellie’s thrusts were powerful, rough, deep, overwhelming—but also so fucking raw feeling. You felt as if she was rearranging something devastating inside you every time she’d hit the spot that made you want to scream.

“Els..fuck! Right there!” you managed to gasp out, the sound of skin slapping and wet squelching sounds from your pussy becoming all the more audible. Your eyes were seconds away from rolling back, you felt your stomach tighten in a way that was uncomfortable but delicious at the same time.

Ellie laughed, “Yeah? Good spot?” she said, trying to angle her hips in the spot that made you moan like that. She kept her hips angled there, her pelvis smashing against the plush of your ass with each thrust.

Ellie offered you a lopsided smirk, even if you couldn’t see it—you knew she was reeling with satisfaction. She tilted your head back further, the arch in your back only made her slide in deeper. “C’mon, I wanna hear you. Just like that..you sound so sweet, baby.” she groaned out, the pleasure building up in her as well. The way you moaned her name so breathlessly made her feral, it made her want to drive even more sounds out of you.

You couldn’t even think straight, all your mind was focused on was the feeling of your cunt being stretched perfectly for her, just in the way you knew she loved to see.

Ellie had memorized the way you’d tense up, the way you’d start your squirm, the way you’d try and fuck yourself against her when you were about to cum—you didn’t even have to warn her. “Are you close, babe? I’ll let you cum this time, promise.”

You immediately gasped, the hope you felt was almost sad. After that much torture, she had better let you cum. “Yes—please! I’m so close, don’t stop!”

“Yeah? ‘You gonna cum for me? Go ahead, lemme see it.”

That was all you needed, the raspiness, monotonous but needy tone of her voice always made you clench. Your head tilted back a bit further, pressing up against her fingers tangled in your hair. A long string of moans left you, majority of which were pathetic gasps of her name. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, a release of tingling sensations bursting through your body all at once.

Ellie watched in awe as your walls spasmed around her strap, it was a sight that never got old, with a few more thrusts, she hung her head low and groaned, cursing and biting her lip as she also finished. She’d always had such an embarrassing orgasm face—so she usually hid it.

It wasn’t embarrassing, it was just adorable in the way it was so slutty. Adorable in the way she tried to act so mean but when she came—she just fell apart.

Both of you just remained there for a moment, panting and trying to catch your breath. Soaking up all the remaining pleasure and energy from the room around you. Your mind felt hazy, you felt like all your brain cells were gone the moment you came—perhaps gone in the humiliating amount of liquid arousal between your thighs.

Ellie pulled out soon enough, groaning as she saw your stretched out pussy staring at her. She put her hands on your shoulders, guiding you to stand up straight. You stumbled into her chest, hands scrambling to grip at her shirt for stability. She just laughed, kissing the top of your head tenderly like she didn’t just fuck your brains out and be a bitch to you.

You held her back, burying your face in her neck and groaning. All you could think about was the wetness webbing between your thighs and the smell of your girlfriend.

Ellie cleared her throat, rubbing your back softly. “Let me clean you up.” she said tenderly—before ruining it. “Wanna watch me play my game? I learned something super cool.”

You were absolutely dumbfounded, was she serious?

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” you commented, sighing into her neck weakly.

Ellie blinked and stared at the floor, registering your answer into her brain—poorly, might I add.

“So..yes?”

“You’re so insufferable.”

TAGS!! <3 @valeisaslut (50x) @eriiwaiii2 @haithone @usuck

A/N - this is kind of ass, i apologize. been struggling to write for some reason, FORGIVE MEEE. anywho, i hope you all have a nice easter!

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OKAY SO @hufflepuffin92-blog SAID THAT DO NOT DISTURB BY HALESTORM is ellie's song COMPLETELY. and i've been obsessed ever since. like. i listened to it 100 times today. not exaggerating. ITS SO PERFECT i had to make a little blurb ab it:

PLS LISTEN TO THE SONG YALL WONT REGRET ITTTTT

"do not disturb" by the fireflies is THE song. the one. the hit that made critics cry, parents panic, and fans fully combust. it’s filthy. it’s loud. it’s hot in a way that should be criminal. it was banned on three radio stations and hit number one on billboard anyway.

ellie wrote it days after the first night with you—after the club, after the hotel, after the kind of night that burns into your bones (chapter one my folks). she didn’t sleep. didn’t eat. just showed up to rehearsal with her guitar, dark circles under her eyes, and was like, “i wrote something.”

jesse blinked after hearing it. “that’s the dirtiest song we’ve ever done.”

dina was like, “just say it’s about her so we can go.”

ellie just shrugged and smirked.

and from the very first show, it was pure mayhem. that filthy riff. those lyrics that read like a confession whispered into skin.

and that moan part—you know the one, 1:16 to 1:20—ellie leans into the mic, eyes closed, mouth parted, and lets out that breathy, half-growled, sex-drenched little whine. like she’s remembering exactly what it felt like to have you underneath her in that hotel bed. it's not a performance. it’s muscle memory.

girls in the pit literally collapse. one girl went viral for passing out mid-video. there’s merch that just says “Do not disturb - 1:16” in bold red.

and then.

months later.

you are on tour with her.

you haven’t stepped on a Fireflies stage since the Grammys. the fans don’t expect it. ellie’s been singing your song, your story, to strangers every night, and tonight you’re there. the lights cut, the drums hit, the first riff rips through the venue—and at the second verse, you walk out.

mic in hand. glowing. feral little smile on your lips.

the crowd screams so loud it shakes the barricade. jesse hits the drums, dina drops the bassline, and that sinful guitar riff rips through the air like a promise.

ellie almost drops her guitar. you step behind her, close enough to kiss her neck, and lean into the mic— you do the moan.

you do the fucking moan. you match it perfectly. sultry. hungry. soaked in sex and secrets. ellie visibly shudders. you murmur the next line straight into her ear. "...let's take out clothes off"

then—chaos.

you start singing with her, voices layered. your bright, dirty-pop falsetto tangled with her rasping growl like lace wrapped in leather. the chemistry is disgusting. illegal. live-sex-on-stage-core.

at the bridge, ellie lets go of her guitar. literally unstraps it, drops it onto the stage, and turns around to grab your face with both hands.

“turn your cellphone off... leave a sign at the door, that says do not disturb”

she sings it to you. forehead to forehead. fingers curling into the back of your neck like she needs something to hold onto before she loses control.

and then—

she kisses your neck. not a cute peck. not stage-friendly.

a filthy, slow, possessive kiss. open-mouthed. tongue and teeth. a little bite. she lingers there like she’s tasting the memory of that night all over again. you arch into her like you want more. she smirks against your skin. whispers something only you can hear.

dina on bass, eyes wide, literally says “jesus christ” into the mic. jesse on drums starts playing faster out of panic “bro I have my parents in the crowd!”

the audience?

feral. throwing bras. sobbing. one girl climbs someone’s shoulders just to scream “DO IT AGAIN.” the livestream comments are unhinged: “is this what a stroke feels like” / “she bit her. she bit her. ellie you’ll be hearing from my therapist.”

the fancams go viral before the show even ends. there’s a slow-mo one of your hand in ellie’s hair, pulling, while she moans into your mic and the caption just says “no thoughts, only this.”

the next morning, twitter’s broken.

it becomes a thing. every city the fireflies visit, fans hold up signs that say “kiss her again” or “let y/n moan PLEASE.”

ellie pretends to be chill in the interviews: “yeah it was just… what i felt in the moment.”

bitch. the song is LITERALLY about you bringing her to your hotel room and wrecking her for life. you literally dry-humped HER in front of 25,000 people and then winked at a grandma in the pit.

“do not disturb” by the fireflies. charted worldwide. stayed number one for seven weeks. platinum in eleven countries. and now, canonically, responsible for at least 6 public breakdowns, 1 Grammy, and several unholy thoughts.

canonically? the horniest piece of lesbian music history to ever exist.

PLEASE YALL. LYRICS ARE LITERALLY CHAPTER ONE IN A SONG:

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𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 southern/cowgirl!vi x sweet little housewife reader ⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 none ⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 On a sunbaked afternoon at the ranch, Vi runs the stables with a steady hand and a sharp tongue—until her sweet wife drifts across the yard with biscuits, lemonade, and a smile like salvation. But when one of the ranch hands mouths off with more bitterness than brains, Vi doesn’t hesitate to remind him—and everyone else—exactly who her wife is and what she deserves. ⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 YOO!! here's the 600 followers post! This is pure fluff & i'm so down for southern!vi, it's not even funny. got me kicking my feet and all!! i hope u like it as much as i do :)

♡︎ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡︎

Vi stood tall in the warm afternoon light, one hand perched on her hip, the other draped easy over the sun-bleached fence.

Sweat glistened on her boys’ foreheads as they worked the stables, muscles straining, boots kicking up dry earth. She watched with quiet command, every inch the boss, but calm as still water.

Then, the screen door gave a familiar creak—soft, almost shy—and there you were.

Gliding across the yard like a breeze on a blistering day, your sundress catching the sunlight, swaying around your knees like it had a rhythm all its own.

You carried a tray balanced just right, an offering of cold beers, fresh-squeezed lemonade, and golden biscuits still warm beneath a folded tea towel. You looked like somethin’ out of a daydream, soft and steady, the kind of sight that made folks stop what they were doin’.

“Break time,” you called out, your voice all sugar and sunshine, light enough to melt even the hardest day.

A ripple of gratitude moved through the hands like wind through wheat. Cowboy hats tilted in your direction, rough voices murmured their thanks, and tired smiles cracked open like thunderclouds breaking.

Vi watched you with a pride so big it swelled in her chest, knocking around behind her ribs like a drumbeat. Lord, the way you moved through her world—gentle but strong, kind but not to be underestimated—it took her breath clean away.

That is, until a low mutter broke the spell.

“Must be nice,” one of the younger hands grumbled, the words sharp with spite. “Get to sit in the cool house all day while the rest of us work our asses off.”

Vi’s head turned. Slow. Deliberate.

The warmth in her expression vanished, her jaw setting like stone, a muscle ticking as her eyes locked on the boy.

“Say that again?” she asked, her voice molasses-thick, but with an edge like broken glass.

The boy straightened up fast, eyes wide now, realizing he’d stepped somewhere he shouldn’t. “I just meant—”

“You meant nothin’ but trouble, runnin’ your mouth about my wife,” Vi snapped, stepping forward, boots crunching the dirt like punctuation.

“That woman’s been up since sunrise. Bakes with her bare hands, irons every shirt on this damn ranch, keeps that house cleaner than a prayer, and still makes time to come out here and bring your ungrateful ass a cold drink.”

You blinked, a little stunned, heart thudding at the sudden rise in heat. But Vi turned to you then, and her face softened like the sun slipping behind a cloud.

“Go on, baby. Head back inside. I’ll handle the rest.”

And so you did—cheeks flushed, pride blooming in your chest like a rose in high summer.

Behind you, Vi’s voice curled back around that foolish boy, low and smoky, wrapped in iron.

“Next time you speak on her,” she said, calm as a loaded gun, “you better put some damn respect in it.”

The house was cooler inside, but not by much—just enough to take the edge off the heat.

You set the tray down on the counter, hands still a little shaky, though you weren’t sure if it was from the sun or the way Vi had stood up for you like that, fierce and fearless.

You were rinsing out some lemonade glasses when the screen door creaked again, slow and easy this time. Vi stepped in, wiping her hands on a rag, her shoulders loose now, tension gone with the dust outside.

She crossed the kitchen in a few strides, and before you could turn fully, her arms were sliding around your waist from behind, forehead pressed to the crook of your neck.

“You okay, baby?” she murmured, her voice warm and low.

You nodded, but your breath hitched a little. “Didn’t mean to stir up trouble…”

Vi pulled back just enough to look at you, her hand lifting to gently tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Her eyes were soft now, not a single trace of the fire she’d shown out there—just that steady, grounding kind of love she saved just for you.

“Hey. You didn’t stir nothin’,” she said. “That boy’s mouth did the stirrin’. You just walked out there lookin’ like heaven on a hot day, bringin’ biscuits and sweetness like you always do. And no one—no one—gets to talk about you like you’re anything less than what you are.”

You felt your lip wobble and blinked fast.

Vi smiled, small but sure, and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “You're the heart of this whole place, sugar. They just don’t see it ‘cause they’re too busy lookin’ at the dust on their boots. But I see it. Every damn day.”

You turned then, wrapping your arms around her, pressing your face into her shoulder as her hands rubbed slow, soothing circles across your back.

And in the hush of the kitchen, with the cicadas singing outside and Vi’s breath steady in your ear, you felt the kind of safe that only comes from bein’ known—and protected—down to your bones.

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Need something with cowboy Ellie 😋😋😋

SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWGIRL

— p; cowgirl ellie x f!reader

— cw: strap on, sex, name calling (praise & degradation) and more

⋆˚࿔ Cowgirl Ellie that delights in taking you on rides atop horse. The way you instinctively wrap your arms around her waist, seeking reassurance and stability, your heart racing in tandem with the trotting. She could feel your every curve against her. “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” She reminds, turning her head to the side to see you through her peripheral with a smile. “Wouldn’t want ya’ to fall off.”

⋆˚࿔ Cowgirl Ellie that shows off the gun on her holster whenever a man tries to hit on you. Her gaze is stern, perhaps sided with a cocked eyebrow, while she lifts her shirt to reveal the weapon. You're too busy hooked onto her arm to even notice the staring man, "Ellie are you even listening?" You complain with a growing pout. She returns back to the conversation, hand on your chin. "Repeat that hun?"

⋆˚࿔ Cowgirl Ellie takes you to ranches with parties and horse or bull riding shoes just to show you off and boast about her skills. She'll keep you around, telling all her friends about the cute little doll she got. Then she'll tell you to watch her ride. Her friends curiousity always tipped you off. "How long you and Williams have been together?" "How much younger are ya'?"

⋆˚࿔ Cowgirl Ellie that taught you the hat rule, taking off her hat and placing it on your head. When she took note of the oblivious expression painted on your features, she chuckled and pulled on your waist to press you flush against her. "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy," She joked, assuming you'd heard the phrase and would understand now. When you shook your head cluelessly, she finally explained and took joy in the little embarrassed, flush look on your face.

⋆˚࿔ Cowgirl Ellie that took you home that night and performed the phrase a bit too literally.

She leaned against the headboard, her hands tightly on the supple skin of your hips. Her loose jeans were now under her ass yet not completely pulled off her body, testament to the rushed movements.

Ellie's strap was already out of her boxers and instead formed a bulge inside your tummy. You were completely nude besides the panties you pushed to the side in a hurry. She thrusted her hips upwards, watching your tits bounce with the erratic movement.

She couldn't help but let out whiny little groans at the sensation of the harness teasing at her clit, head thrown back as you tried to maintain a steady pace. "Ell— Ellie-," Your voice was in the form of a complain, tongue nearly lolling out.

She nods in acknowledgement, grabbing your jaw to keep your eyes set on hers. "Feel me, sweetheart?" She huffs out, pressing her other hand on your tummy to highlight the print of her silicone dick. "Right in there," She gestures.

Your hands were flat on her abs, using them as leverage to hoist your body up and down. Your thighs trembled, the strap hitting your deepest and sweetest spots each time with ease. Her hat was already thrown in some corner of the room, along with all the articles of clothing.

Your babbles were now small whimpers, "Please Ellie, just fuck me—" Her hands hold your hips in the air, simply thrusting into you to hit the perfect spot. You let her handle you roughly, tongue coming out while a bundle formed in your tummy. "Close baby girl?" She whispered, giving you a few harsher thrusts for you to cum all over her strap.

Your sleepy, needy moans were shown on the white ring of cum dripping down the silicone, lips permanently stuck in the O shape. "Mmm, dirty girl." Ellie bites softly onto your earlobe, giving you another hard, whimper-eliciting thrust.

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⚑ STREET RACER!ELLIE HEADCANONS

༉‧₊˚. content warnings : sfw/nsfw. mdni. fluff, smut, and angst if you squint, spin in a circle and really put your mind to it. mentions of joel dying, mentions of squirting, fingering, strap-fucking, nudity, um reader gets off on her gear shift..., reader also gets off to the vibrations of her car......

✧.* note: i want street racer!ellie to fuck me in her car :( what is this life??? lmk what you wanna see next! im taking requests ig. thank you for the support, don't forget to like/reblog!

gear shifter elaboration ;)

⚐ let's talk street racer!ellie who you've been dating since your sophomore year of high school, still going strong till your junior year of college

⚐ street racer!ellie who appreciates your endless support throughout the years and vowed to give you everything she possibly could

⚐ street racer!ellie being told all her life that girls being involved with cars wasn't usual and would get her nowhere in life

⚐ street racer!ellie makes more than every single one of them now and wants nothing more but to laugh their face

⚐ street racer!ellie who lost joel half way through her journey to where she is now. she has a charm dangling from her review mirror with a pic of the both of them in his shop, arms thrown over the other's shoulder, oil smeared down their cheeks and toothy grins decorating their face. you took the picture and have the same charm in your car

⚐ street racer!ellie doesn't even know why you have a car bc she literally insists of driving you everywhere

⚐ street racer!ellie who will not, under any circumstances, participate in a race if you tell her not to. whether it may be a bad feeling or you're just not comfortable, it won't happen. she values you too much to put you in a situation where you might feel scared. money means nothing, you mean everything.

⚐ street racer!ellie kisses you before every race and won't go anywhere until she does. she says it's for good luck, but she secretly wants to make sure she gets a kiss just in case anything happens and she's not able to get one again

⚐ street racer!ellie driving around in a 1997 black toyota supra that her and joel spent years fixing up, an insane amount of money put into it and it means the absolute world to her

⚐ street racer!ellie who takes you to car shows, guiding you around with a single hand on your lower back, telling you facts about each car, but making sure to add that they weren't better than hers at the end every time

⚐ you've begged street raver!ellie so many times to let you ride with her in just one single race, but she just can never bring herself to let you. she'll agree, but will tell you to wait until next time (which never comes) last minute. she just can't risk it and wouldn't know what to do with herself if you got hurt and you respect that.

⚐ street racer!ellie holds so much genuine love for you that it can visibly be seen by anyone who is around the two of you or even her alone because you best believe you're mentioned at least once in every conversation

⚐ street racer!ellie is gorgeous and talented, you're aware, but so are others. the races are always so crowded and always filled with girls looking for someone to take them for a ride (pun intended). i don't think they'd even make it within a mile radius of ellie before she's throwing mean glares and frantically looking around for you

⚐ street racer!ellie who has a cd with every song you've ever mentioned liking to her. she listens to it all the time, whether you're with her or not

⚐ street racer!ellie having little pieces of you scattered around her car. your name engraved into the passenger side, a small polaroid of the two of you kissing stuck to her instrument panel, your favorite car fresheners in her vents, your hair tie around the gear shift, etc.

⚐ street racer!ellie who has you model her car for her instagram feed just to brag about her sexy girlfriend and her sexy car

⚐ street!racer ellie's tag being the both of your initials paired with the day you two started dating

⚐ street racer! ellie who took your virginity in that same car and still feels guilty about it till this day even though you tell her the experience for you was personally amazing

⚐ street racer!ellie who is not allowed to have her hand on your thigh while driving bc it always ends up traveling a little higher than it needs to be

⚐ street racer!ellie taking you home from a race and getting tired of your whiny attitude forcing her to pull over, dragging you into her lap and making you ride her thigh until you got off. you best believe that was the only time you came that night

⚐ street racer!ellie taking you on a late night ride hours out of town just to arrive at a vacant place where she can shamelessly bend you over the trunk of her car and fuck you in seven different positions

⚐ street racer!ellie laying you across the hood of her car and eating you out until you inevitably squirt all over the shiny black surface. you'll tell her she needs to wash it before her race the next day and she just doesn't LOL

⚐ street racer!ellie making you sit on the front of her car as it rumbles underneath you, the vibrations stimulating your clit before she takes care of you herself

⚐ gifting street racer!ellie a magazine filled with nothing but erotic pictures of you splayed across her car in nothing but her favorite pair of lingerie and sometimes nothing at all

⚐ street racer!ellie would be lying if she said she didn't get off to it nearly every night

⚐ street racer!ellie letting you bounce on her strap in the drivers seat after races that she wins, tatted hands gripping your hips to the point that they bruise so she can hastily slam you down harder just to feel the way the inside of the strap consistently rubs against her clit

⚐ street racer!ellie catching you staring at her hands as she shifts gears so effortlessly, the memory of her fingers pumping in and out of you with speed and precision plaguing your mind and you simply have to turn and face the window

⚐ street racer!ellie letting you touch her through her pants minutes before a race, rubbing her pussy and licking at the inside of her mouth. she's never been more grateful for her tinted windows

⚐ street racer!ellie who has a video of you grinding against her gear shift, telling you 'if you're a big girl, you can take it inside' and the rest is history

⚐ street racer!ellie keeping a backup strap in her car bc nine times out of ten??? you guys are gonna end up fucking before the night ends

idk street racer!ellie supremacy <3

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Wanna help me pick out my lipstick? It’s gonna be all over your strap later anyway

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lumberjack!wife! ellie cause that’s hot.

a/n lesbian sex duh ellie is bottom!

you cleaned up the kitchen, looking out of the window above the sink listening to the repeated sounds of wood being whacked in two, ellie in her tank top and tight jeans, her boots and sports bra lines visible. she brushes a sweaty strand of her hair away from her face, wiping her forehead while holding the axe in the other hand. you smiled and wring out your cloth in the sink, pat your hands on your little dress and head towards the door. you slip on your cowgirl boots by the door, fumbling as you stand on one leg to put them on, then step outside. the cracking of wood continued as ellie swiftly planted the axe in each piece upon a stump. she looked up at you, her little smirk on her face as she throws the last pieces of wood down beside her with the axe. she walks over to you, one arm slung around your shoulders, giving you a hug yet not wanting her sweat all over you. not that you’d mind.

“hey babe. sorry if you called out, it’s fuckin’ loud.” she smiles, gently kissing your neck. her chapped lips against your skin felt so good.

“don’t worry, i didn’t. just wanted to come out and how you’re doing.” you say.

“just thought we might need some more wood since fall is coming and all that. you look cute though.” she says, her eyes roaming over the white slip dress she had gotten you when she was still patrolling for jackson, and your matching boots you had with her. you smiled, shaking your head and step closer, feeling her tired arm muscles.

“you should take a break, you know.” you say, giggling softly, as you begin kissing over her neck. her eyes widened slightly as she chuckled.

“i’m all sweaty and gross-” she said. but the way she leaned her head back slightly to give you more access said different. you giggled at the sight, and you take her wrist in your hand, leading her to the small shed you kept outside for storage, wood and weapons and all that shit. she laughed, gently kissing you, the door was still slung open, but no one really passed by the farm anyways, your tall fence around it blocked any unwanted visitors.

ellie put her hand on your thigh, having a feeling you wanted something. but when you did the same thing, she looked down, gulping quietly as your hand roamed from her defined stomach to her thighs. she breathed heavily, looking at you slightly surprised. god, the thought you were beautiful, looking needy and somehow in control now. ellie stood back against the crafting bench, her hands moving beside her to rest on the bench, holding her up as you kissed across her stomach, lifting up her tank top. your arms stretched as you felt across her little tits, and her breathing got a bit heavier. “fuck babe- i stink.” she says, her voice a bit whiny, she didn’t want you to go through the ‘awfullness’ of that. but you smiled up at her, enjoying the salty taste of her skin on your tongue. standing up more to kiss her cheek “shut up. i want you.” you say, and she chuckles breathlessly, putting one arm over her face, her nose in the crook of her elbow, as she nodded, and you kissed your way down the to her belt. you fumbled with it, her hand running through your hair as she gazes down at you in awe. you finally get off that stupid belt, undoing her jeans and unzipping them. she sighed, she could feel her thighs getting stickier. she looked up at the ceiling, her jeans around her knees now.

her briefs were beige coloured, a damp patch between her legs. you slowly peeled them off, a string of her arousal between. you kissed over the soft patch of auburn hair, licking through it gently. ellie’s breath quickened and you saw her clutch the desk harder. you looked up, asking for permission, her big green eyes looked down at you, nodding desperately. you licked a strip up her slit, then dove in fully, she held your hair as she gasped softly, seeing your nose buried into her bus. her chest rose and fell heavily, her fingers still in your hair. her knees buckled slightly as you sucked on her clit. ellie came fast. you knew that. she loved giving- but god. she fucking loves looking down at you fucking her. “jeez- gah!’ she moaned, her head back as she sweated. you held onto her hips as she bucked them against your face. she saltiness on your tongue a feeling like no other. she came hard. grunting your name as she lifted off you.

“fuckballs that was good.”

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i love titties

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Vintage pink glass perfume bottle

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⭒˚｡⋆ farm hand!ellie

cw dom!ellie, sub!reader, smut (use of strap-on, spanking, light degradation, squirting), ellie refers to her strap-on as ‘her cock.’ wc 1.7k

thinking about farm hand!ellie…

you’re the pretty farmer’s daughter and she’s the farm hand your father hired to help out with some of the things he can no longer do at his age. they’re simple tasks, things like milking the cows, cleaning the pens, watering the crops.

but you — god, you make the job ten times more difficult. you’re always there, prancing around the farm in tiny little skirts that ride right up your ass whenever you lean over, flashing ellie your panties as you pretend to be laser focused on inspecting how the freshly planted produce are coming along, paired with the tightest crop tops known to man that you never bother wearing a bra with, your nipples hard and inviting as they poke through the shirts.

you don’t even close the bathroom window when you’re showering either, knowing full well that it overlooks the field right where ellie is working, giving her a perfect view of the water sliding over your smooth, naked body, purposefully putting on a show for her by lathering your tits in body wash or pretending to drop the soap, slowly bending down to pick it up, your glistening pussy lips peeking out from behind your ass.

you’re a little tease, and you damn well know it. whenever you catch ellie watching you, you shoot her a wink or blow her a kiss, not bothering to cover yourself or fix your clothes, uncaring that she can see practically everything. she knows you like the attention; you like the way she reacts to you, the way she constantly looks like she’s on the verge of losing control around you, just one step away from taking you in the pumpkin patch and fucking that bratty streak out of you.

and don’t get ellie wrong, she tries her best to ignore it at first. she’s here to work, not play games. she’ll dig her heels into whatever task she’s doing; trying not to nick her fingers when she’s shearing the sheep and she suddenly catches a glimpse of you skipping past on your way to the stables, going full commando under your dress that the breeze graciously causes to flutter up; trying not to outright stare when you’re hanging the washing and purposefully peg your skimpiest pair of panties right above ellie’s head, the fabric smelling of lavender and roses, a scent that makes her clit throb.

(she always ends up stealing them off the washing line when you’re not looking and tucking them away in her back pocket to get off to later, pretending that it’s actually you she’s grinding her pussy against and not just the now soaked fabric of your panties.)

but as the days pass, it gets harder and harder to ignore you, to act like what you’re doing isn’t affecting her. wherever ellie is, you’re not far behind. whether she’s stacking barrels of hay, feeding the livestock, or mending a hole in the chicken wire, you’re right there with her. and as much as ellie tries not to let her mind wander, her thoughts are never on work when you’re around; they’re on you.

she ends up fucking you in your room one day when your father goes into town to pick up a few things. it’s one of very few times she’s been inside your house, because your father doesn’t like her trekking mud through the halls after she’s been outside working all day. she had been looking for the bathroom when she passed by your room, where the loud sound of moans and whimpers were coming from. unable to stop herself, she’d looked in, and there you were — on your bed, knees drawn and spread, two fingers pumping rhythmically in and out of your pussy.

ellie was about to walk away, reminding herself that you’re the daughter of her somewhat boss, but that was when you’d looked up and seen her, and with a teasing smile, you’d tilted your head, batted those pretty lashes, and purred “why don’t you come help me, ellie? i bet yours would feel so much better…”

that did it. that crossed the line. and now—

she’s practically splitting you open on her strap, the curved tip of it slamming against your cervix and sending bursts of pleasure up your spine, her sweaty chest pressed against your even sweatier back. there’s nothing gentle about it. this is her getting back at you; finally teaching you a lesson for how much you’ve been pushing her buttons.

“this what you wanted, huh?” ellie growls in your ear, delivering a firm smack to your ass that has you squealing and rutting back against her. “this why you’ve been acting like such a needy fuckin’ slut? think i don’t know what you’ve been doing? if you wanted me to fuck you so badly, you should’ve just asked.”

the hand on your ass moves around to your front, finding your clit — red, swollen, and crying out for attention — and giving it a hard pinch between her middle and pointer finger, making you gasp sharply, before soothing it over with some quick, gentle rubs of her thumb.

“n-not a slut, els,” you pant out. “just… just wanted your attention… ngnhh.”

“that right?” ellie rasps. “well, you’ve got it now, baby. you’ve fuckin’ got it alright.”

she pushes down on the middle of your back, causing your knees to give out beneath you and your body to slump forward so that your chest is pressed against the mattress, face squishing into the pillows. ellie’s fingers dig into your hips, lifting them higher for her, her strap rabbiting in and out of your pussy at a pace that makes your head spin, like she’s seriously trying to rearrange your guts.

“ellie, ellie, ellie,” you mewl, eyes rolling back. “gonna— gonna cum. oh god...”

“no, the fuck you’re not,” ellie hisses, slapping your ass again, squeezing the fat of it firmly in her hands just for good measure. “not till i fucking say you can. slut.”

she pulls out then, and your pussy tries to protest by tightening around her strap as she moves back, the wet pop! of your pussy reluctantly releasing her echoing through the room. you glance over your shoulder at her, face twisted into a desperate look, eyes begging with her not to leave you on the edge like this.

“ellie, please—”

she grabs you by the waist and flips you onto your back, then tugs you up and forward until you’re straddling her, your sticky folds sliding over the glossy tip of her strap, bumping against that swollen bundle of nerves at the top of your pussy entrance. “there we go,” ellie murmurs, more to herself than to you. “you’re gonna do the work now, baby. make it up to me for all your teasing.”

with a whine, you line yourself back up with her and sink down, both you and ellie letting out a low moan at the feeling of her filling you again, the bottom of ellie’s strap brushing deliciously against her own neglected clit. you grind against her desperately, no pausing or hesitating; just the pure, unbridled need to cum. ellie eyes the way your pussy swallows her up greedily, fitting so perfectly around her, tight like a glove, as if you can’t get enough.

“that’s it,” she hums approvingly. “ride me, baby. fuckin’ ride me. show me how bad you want it.”

you begin bouncing up and down on her strap so fast that the headboard slams against the wall. she groans, planting her feet flat on the bed so that her strap angles just right, reaching even deeper inside you, spearing you. a gasp flies from your lips and you throw your head back. ellie’s hands come up to cup your tits and play with your nipples. all the times she’s seen them poking through your shirts or silhouetted in the steamy bathroom window, now she’s finally getting the real thing.

“gonna cum, huh?” she breathes out, when your bouncing starts to get sloppier and your thighs begin to quiver. “gonna cream all over my cock, pretty girl?”

you nod frantically. “y-yes, ellie. oh, fuck, gonna—” you don’t even get to finish your sentence before you cum, mouth open in a silent scream, clenching around her strap, soaking your thighs, her abdomen, and the sheets beneath you in your release, pussy gushing like a waterfall. the force of your orgasm hits you so hard that you swear you nearly black out. you don’t even realize you’ve squirted until ellie chuckles and slaps your thigh, bringing you back into the moment.

“ffuckkkk, that’s it,” she mutters, still bouncing you, still chasing her own pleasure despite the fact that your overstimulated body has gone limp in her grasp. you’re too fucked out to be embarrassed by neither your pussy’s reaction nor the disgusting squelching sounds it makes each time ellie slams you down to the hilt. “squirting all over my cock like such a good girl. knew you had it in you.”

when she cums too, she holds you down on her strap for a good while longer, keeping the pressure of it against her clit and imagining for a moment that she’s filling you up with her cum. then she lets you off and smirks when you immediately collapse into a boneless pile next to her, curling into her side like a cat in the sun.

“s-so good,” you murmur, voice shaky and uneven, slowly coming down from your high, the thrumming between your thighs where her strap had just been lodged unrelenting, as if it’s shaped itself a home inside your womb. with a sigh, you bury your face in ellie’s neck, planting a soft kiss on her pulse-point. “that was so good, ellie.”

“yeah?” ellie responds, her hand coming down to spank your ass again, smirk widening at the little yelp you make into her neck. “you learned your lesson? gonna continue fucking with me or you gonna be a good girl from now on?”

you shake your head, though a small smile tugs at your lips. “gonna be a good girl for you, els. no more teasing, promise.”

“that’s what i thought.”

let’s just say — you’ve never been one to keep your promises. it’s not your fault ellie is so fun to mess with.

© m4cabrebrat, 2024. please do not steal, copy, translate or repost anywhere else ♡

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Sex, Drugs, And Rock & Roll

Tags / cw: AFAB reader, guitarist!ellie, making out, smut, weed, mirror sex, hair pulling, mirror sex

It was no secret that the green room at the back of the club was used as more than a pitstop before and after performing, and if there was someone out there that was still unaware of that, the many noises Ellie was currently drawing out of you could definitely attest to it.

But in your defence, it would be hard to not be quiet with how she had you bent over the vanity that was shaking and thumping against the wall from her rhythmic thrusts. And thank god for the sound proofing in there, because all of your 'ah, ah, ah's being let out in tandem with every time she pounded her strap into you, and Ellie's breathy gasps whenever it put pressure on her clit would have been rather embarrassing to explain to her bandmates later on; but it's not like the two of you gave a shit about that right now.

But fuck later on, because right now, all you could focus on was how her cock was slamming into your sweet spot with the perfect amount of pressure, and how sexy your girlfriend looked through the reflection of the vanity mirror. Yea, Ellie was totally making you watch as she fucked you hard, a joint in her mouth, one hand holding a bruising grip on your waist, and the other holding a fistful of your hair to keep your head up to make sure you didn’t look away (as if you would though, with the sight she was giving you).

“Y’gonna fucking take it, won’t you baby? Take my fucking cock like a slut, yeah?” Ellie grunted, words muffled by the joint between her lips.

And maybe if you weren’t high, cockdrunk, and halfway to cumming again you could have answered her, but instead all you could do was cry and babble out her name while she fucked you. The sight of it all - you screaming her name as your red eyes rolled back, your ass all raw and red from being slammed against her hips, and the little ring of white forming at the base of her cock - it made Ellie laugh at how easy it was to ruin you.

“Oohhh yeah you are- shit baby- you’re gonna fucking. take it. all.”

Each word was punctuated with an especially hard thrust from Ellie, causing you to edge closer and closer to release as you begged and pleaded for more. She barked out an incredulous laugh at that, you were acting as if she had barely even touched you, when in reality she was balls deep in your dripping pussy.

“More? You want more you fucking slut?” Ellie slowed her thrusts,

“Fucking beg for it, go on. Then I’ll give you more”

It was like she was making fun of your request, with how she kept her slow pace until the sounds of your “pleasepleaseplease” filled the air. And it was then, and only then, that she gave you what you wanted.

Stopping her slower pace with one, hard thrust into you that left you dizzy, Ellie pulled out and lifted you up by the waist and onto the vanity - you now on your knees with your hands against the mirror to balance yourself. You looked at Ellie through the mirror in confusion, but all you were met with was her lazily smirking at you while inhaling from the joint. And as she exhaled, she hoisted her right leg up onto the vanity, grabbed your ass with both hands, and slammed right back into you.

…To say you screamed was an understatement. Actually, it was like a loud, wounded yelp, more animal than human. The new position Ellie had you in meant her strap could reach much deeper than before, with her cock now kissing your cervix with fervour each time she thrusted up into you. And god, that coupled with her staggered groans got you real fucking close.

And Ellie could definitely tell, what with how your moans started getting bigger pitched and more breathy, how your knees started to buckle a little, and how your eyes started to get that faraway look in them. It made her want to fuck you so much harder, but she knew that changing the pace now of all times would ruin your oncoming orgasm. So she resorted to taking her left hand off your ass, making sure to trail it up your back which sent shivers back down your spine.

Finally, she settled it around your throat, thumb and index finger squeezing hard enough that your head started to get all fuzzy and your vision cloudy, as she started kissing and sucking at the back of your shoulders with a tenderness that contrasted the harsh manner of how she was fucking you. Small black dots swam around in your vision from the lack of blood flow to your head, and the dizziness coupled with her other hand making it’s way around to rub small, tight circles on your puffy clit was what pushed you over the edge.

Holy shit did Ellie relish how you cried out her name - at this point your moans were just broken and incoherent, your voice all raspy and constantly breaking every time you tried to speak. She fucked you through your high fast and hard, slowing down only when your whines turned into whimpers. And at some point in the hazy midst of it all Ellie realised she was cumming, too, as her thrusts morphed into slow grinding into your pussy, the pressure of the strap angled perfectly on her clit. Joint still in her mouth, she tried not the grit her teeth at the mind numbing pleasure - reminding herself to thank whoever said that weed made fucking so much better.

It took a few moments for the both of you to regain your senses, and it was your little whines that reminded Ellie that her hand was still squeezed around your throat. Quickly, Ellie released her grip as she pulled out of you, causing you to gasp in at the combination of it all. And maybe it was the weed or something, but the feeling of all that blood rushing back to your head right after cumming made you feel all dizzy again.

Ellie was quick to help you back down from the vanity, taking the joint out of her mouth and leaving it on the table before taking you to the couch against the wall as she whispered and cooed about how good you were. She laid you down and then got up, stumbling around the room for something to quickly clean yourselves up with. What she returned with was something oddly familiar, however.

“Ellie, is that my underwear?”

“It’s meant to be there, anyways. What’s the big deal?” She shrugged, while wiping up whatever was between your legs still with the small garment.

Afterwards, she threw off the strap, retrieved the joint. and flopped dramatically on top of you, much to your protests. But you couldn’t be mad at your girlfriend for long, as she peppered kisses all over your face while giggling at how you scrunched your nose at her antics. It would be blissful for a while, just the two off you, passing the weed and holding each other close. That is, until a sharp, rapid knock on the door reminded you both of where you two were.

“Shows over, lovebirds. Ellie, get your fucking ass out here, we’re on in five minutes” called out a male voice, the drummer - you presumed - in Ellie’s band.

Ellie groaned, rolling her eyes and glaring at the door as she took another puff from the joint.

“Fuck off, Jesse. We were having a moment here”

“Uh huh. Less fucking more moving, or we’ll start without you!” Jesse’s voice faded out slowly as he walked away. And when his footsteps finally disappeared, Ellie returned her gaze back down to you and sighed.

“You heard him, baby. I gotta go to work now” She said in playful defeat.

You nodded let her climb off of you to get dressed, giggling at how she did the little jump-shimmy to get her jeans on (and you also stared a little, at how it showed her ass) and then sat up on the couch to slowly get dressed, too. Then, out of your peripheral, you saw Ellie freeze on her way to the door and slowly turn to you with a mischievous smile.

“Buuttt, we technically have three out of those five minutes left, Yknow..”

And before you could even reply, Ellie ran back and jumped onto your lap, straddling your thighs. She let out a giggle before grabbing your face roughly and kissing you, hard. She nipped at your bottom lip and sucked on your tongue, letting out pleased groans when your hands started travelling from holding her waist to squeezing her ass. And while your mouth travelled lower and lower, beginning to suck a mark right at the column of her throat, Ellie took a deep inhale of the joint and gripped your chin upwards to blow it into your mouth. She made sure to keep eye contact during the entire time, and instead of letting you exhale right away, she locked your lips with hers once again before pulling away.

“Pretty girl…” she murmured, watching your hazy red eyes as you let the smoke pour out of your mouth.

Leaning in again for one more slow, deep kiss, before finally sitting back, Ellie pulled away reluctantly and stood up. She started walking to the door before glancing back at you.

“Gotta go for real now. Wish me luck?” You smiled.

“Good luck, Ellie”

“Don’t need it” She whispered, while back looking at you softly.

And once she was out the door and running to make it to the stage on time, you finally got up from the couch. On shaky legs, you started picking up all your clothes that were thrown half hazardly around the room to put them on. Except there was one small issue: where the fuck were your panties?

(And maybe later, after watching the video of your girlfriend performing that night, would you notice the small black lace hanging from her back pocket. A good luck charm, as Ellie called it.)

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you know how I love it when you ride on me ₊ ⊹

ellie williams x f!reader

Ellie fucks you in the locker room showers while her teammate is chatting to her in a nearby shower

tw: not proofread, FILTHY MESSY SMUT, college soccer player!ellie, strap sucking (e receiving), dom/top!ellie, sub/bottom!reader, strap in v (r receiving), degrading, exhibition, choking, fingering (r receiving), consensual secret fuck buddy relationship, locker room shower sex, Ellie can pull on r’s hair, hinted at containing fucking but e receives head

wc ✎ 1.8k • fic based off of chase atlantic’s song die for me

The utter of her name causes your heart to race. The nerves that overtake you whenever you hear, “Ellie Williams,” make you feel paranoid at times. Nobody would know, there’s no way—and yet you still feel watched at times. Like when people look at you, your mind whispers on about how they know. Somehow they know you slept with Ellie Williams.

In a way, she was considered the Caitlin Clark of your college’s soccer team. Not known around the country, but she’s known within your state—especially within your college campus.

And somehow, you ended up in her bed.

Your friend had offered to go to the soccer game that was happening on campus, suggesting that it be a nice way to spend the day rather than do nothing. These plans were made a while ago, since then things have changed. So now here you stand in line beside her, heart racing yet again from the knowledge of possibly seeing her again.

“You know,” your friend starts, eyes locked on the huge screen displaying advertisements in the entrance, “I never thought I’d go to any of the games our college offers.”

“Yeah me neither.”

She scans her ticket before you, free admission since you’re both students, “I know we’re on the grass but it’s not that bad.”

She walks around, guiding you through the food stand so she could grab a drink. It’s decently crowded, shoulders bumping yours occasionally. While waiting in line your friend makes a signal in hopes you’d lean closer to listen to her.

“I have to grab something from Casey after the game,” she yells.

“Who’s Casey?”

She points to the screen where the name Casey Spring was written on the board.

“Her.”

You did see her name, but the one that caught your attention was the one just below it. Ellie. Her voice contained to chat in your ear explaining why she had to pick something up from her friend, but your attention was mainly directed towards the auburn girl on the field.

Fuck.

Wasn’t long before you somehow ended up underneath her, trapped under her body while the water ran down. Your clothes got soaked, but even more so with how she was kissing you. How you landed this position was baffling, but the second you two saw each other in the empty shower room—she lost it and you melted into her touch.

“Ellie,” you whisper, humming when she kisses you again—pressing you further back against the shower wall. There was no space between the two of you, bodies sliding on one another.

“Ellie,” you whisper again, this time she’s cursing under her breath and shrugging her jersey off.

Somewhere in the room lied another one of her teammates, the shower running hinting at it. You two were almost caught before she came with the clever idea of shoving the two of you into the shower and turning it on.

You had stood before her, eyes locked for a minute in silence. She couldn’t take it much longer, eyes flicking down to yours before she continued to kiss you just as she had before her friend walked in.

Her friend calls from the other stall, yelling out Ellie’s name. Ellie finishes her kiss with you, not rushing her moment with you just to respond to her.

“Do you have any conditioner I can borrow?”

She mouths at your jaw, “yeah, in my backpack. Front pocket.”

You hear the pitter patter of her teammates feet as she steps near the one you two were hiding in. You gasp when she bites down hard, shooting a hand to cover over your mouth.

Your eyes screamed for her to wait, or at least show down but she didn’t. Her fingers trailed down to cup you, sliding her middle finger through your folds. The feeling in your chest was tight as you did everything to not make a sound. Knowing her friend lied just outside the curtain caused a sensation in you, making you drip onto Ellie’s fingers. She circles your clit before pressing onto it—keeping her finger there and grinding it down.

Your chest rose with the air you sucked in sharply, nails hand digging into her shoulder. She smiled, moving your hand to kiss you again.

“Oh finally found it,” her teammate announces, “thanks.”

Ellie doesn’t reply, too busy focused on making you squirm. Apparently Ellie not responding was the opposite of what her teammate wanted. While you’re getting fingered and kissed breathlessly, her teammate was trying to find ways to chat with Ellie—thinking she was upset that they lost the game.

She didn’t want to talk her feelings out, she wanted to fuck you—just like she was doing now. Enjoying watching how your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re hips are squirming under her pace.

“Ellie hey, just wanted to say that you played really well today.”

She wanted to roll her eyes like how you just did when you came—nails actually making her shoulder bleed. You gasped and she was quick to put her hand over your throat—not choking entirely, just keeping it there to remind you to stay quiet.

“You okay?”

“I’m good,” she responded finally, voice horse.

Ellie tugged the rest of your sopping clothes off, dragging them and leaving them to stay at your feet. She kissed down your body, licking over your nipple and smirking at how sensitive you are.

She reaches her hand back out, grabbing the strap she had lying in the back pocket of her backpack. Your eyes widened, looking suprised but also dumbfounded—confused too. She shrugs, mouthing, “what else do you expect?”

“You sure? I just feel bad. I know how you get in your head about this—“

She takes the pent up annoyance and uses it to tug on your hair—guiding you onto your knees in front of her. Her thumb taps at your jaw, opening you so she can slide her length past your lips.

“I’m fine, Jess—fuck me,” Ellie says, almost groaning at the end there when you look up at her.

She uses the close walls, laying your head back against it so you don’t have anywhere to turn—locking you there so she can fuck your mouth. Your mind shuts off so quickly, eyes glossing over and shutting from the slight water that falls from Ellie’s hair and onto your face.

You circle your hips down onto your heel, using the friction onto your throbbing clit. Though you had just come, Ellie’s known to drive you to heaven multiple times if your last night in bed with her said anything. She had you laid out beneath her as she fucked you from behind, ass stinging from where she slapped you. She had you crying, tears running freely down your cheeks from the way she used you. You couldn’t forget that feeling, you don’t beleive your body will ever be the same since her.

“Do you think you did well? I believe you played nicely. Scored the most goals out of anyone.”

She pushes you further down, bottom lip dropping open in a deep silent moan when tears show in the corner of your eyes. You looked like a slut, slick pooling on your bottom lip.

“Y-yeah, fuck yeah I did,” she says, pulling tightly at your hair.

“There you go, I hear the passion in your voice. You did well.”

She angles your face, pulling out and leaning to kiss you again. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, sliding them from up her thighs and up to her neck. Her body makes its way into the floor, leaned back against the white wet wall. Her fingers grip onto you, holding you steady on her lap.

Little sounds and gasps between you while you kiss. Your hips grind onto her length, sliding it between your legs and shuttering.

“Did you have any actual regrets with the game? Like ways we could’ve done better?”

She thrusts up into you, pulling you flesh down onto her. Her length and size splits you open. Your walls grip onto her tightly, making it a little difficult to thrust into you.

“The team could’ve been rougher,” she says, eyeing you and slapping your thigh. You take it as a hint to take over, using what energy you had to slide on her length. She slides a finger into your mouth, smirking when you lick it from the base to the tip.

“I guess so,” her teammate says, still trying to talk to Ellie and it was obviously frustrating her. Not that she didn’t appreciate it, she just was wanting to focus on you and this was interfering it.

You slide back down in a way that bumps with her clit, making her jolt. She hums from the feeling, and thankfully her friend only took it like Ellie was agreeing with her.

“Els,” you whine, voice so quiet and spoken so close to her ear, “Els, fuck me—please.”

Her tattoo shows in your face as she pushes her wet hair back—looking to you with darkened eyes.

“Ride me better then,” she mouths, her words barely spoken.

You try to, really but you’re sore still from the last time between you two. She can tell, she knows—seeing the way you shake atop of her. She takes pity though, hands sliding onto you to hold you in a way so she can fuck up into you.

There’s a bite mark on her neck from where you bit her to keep silent, but it doesn’t do too much—you still whimper, breath hot against her skin. You’re surprised her friend can’t hear the slapping of your skin, or your moans. There’s a chance she can, but she’s believing it’s just something else.

You come with a cry, teeth biting harder into her neck at a different spot. The pleasure overtakes you, wracking your body.

“Okay well, I’m heading out. Just wanted to say you did well today Ellie.”

“And so did you,” she calls out, eyes staring into yours as she brushes your cheek. Your vision is glossy again, and you’re sure you looked wrecked. Body wet and shivering atop her lap, slip on her strap.

As soon as the door to the showers closes, she’s pulling you close with an aggressive tug, “gonna eat me out now or do I have to guide your dumbass again?”

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THEY DONE GOT RID OF TIKTOK💔💔💔

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manifesting a pretty masc girlfriend that plays guitar

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I know you’re probably super busy but I HAVE to share this with someone. I found this absolutely insane shirt at my job (thrift store) and it’s been killing me to imagine Silco in it

You can't drop something like this to my askbox and not expect me to draw something

Moms usually drop the kids off to their playdate, time for the dads to meet.