do hcs of what ellie's like drunk and what she's like high and then crossed faded 😋 (gfs) can be smut too
──── ◞ ୨ৎ drunk, high, & cross faded els head cannons! smut, strap usage, mentions of weed & alcohol obvs, drunk!sub! els, dom!high! els, needy! els, etc etc. honestly just a whole bunch of cutie patootie and pussy aching lesbian stuff.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . gets really really out of herself when she’s drunk. like to the point where she’s clinging all over you because she can’t stand on her own, and all she wants to do is talk your ear off about the latest space expedition. it amazes you that she even remembers anything from work when she’s drunk. she’ll be all whiney, laying her head on your lap like: “pleaseeeee baby, i—“ she’ll hiccup, “wanna tell you ‘bout workkk!”
of course you’ll oblige and listen to her endless rambles about how she wishes she was the one going up into space while playing with her hair. nodding your head along to her words, her drunken gaze will meet yours every now and then, and a hiccup will fall from your lips.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . wants her pussy eaten when she’s drank too much. she’s always so much more submissive when she’s drinking versus when she’s smoking. they always say drunk words are sober thoughts, and with the way ellie likes to writhe beneath you makes you wonder if she wants this more often than not.
“fuck—“ she whines, buckling her hips against your hand as you rub her cunt gently. “want.. want your fucking tongue.” she’ll say, lolling her head to the side as she closes her eyes under hooded lids. her desperation makes it hard to say no to her, not like you ever could anyway. so, you give her what she needs and lets her cum on your tongue. her pussy always tastes so sweet.
you wished she would let you eat her out more often. “yes, yes,” she whimpers, fingers digging into your hair as she grinds her pussy into your mouth. “just like that baby, oh fuck!”
♥︎ drunk els who . . . absolutely hates being away from her girlfriend when intoxicated with alcohol. she’ll be at a party with friends while you’re out with your own, calling you and whining into the microphone about how much she misses you and just wants to cuddle into your arms. she’s so adorable when she can hardly speak coherent sentences; it makes you want to drop everything and just go home to wrap yourself in her embrace.
“els, baby!” you’ll call when you finally step into your shared apartment. to which she stumbles out of the bedroom quickly upon hear your voice. her arms will wrap around you quickly, tugging you into her unsteady grip. her lips immediately attack your neck in chaste kisses, nipping at the skin to leave little love bites.
you giggle, walking her backwards into the room, “wanna cuddle my girl.” she whines.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . giggles so much that she spits out her drinks. she had a major giggling problem when she’s drunk, and cannot stop laughing whenever you make a joke that isn’t even remotely funny. it’s almost like you’ve become her personal comedian. to keep her laughing, and to keep hearing her cute giggle, you’ll continue to make lame jokes—remembering some from her pun book that she had forgotten about.
because apparently ellie doesn’t always remember her own jokes, and will even laugh at ones you retell her later on.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . gets really really flushed in the face. i mean like cheeks so red that she looks like she either got sun burnt or became a bright red tomato. either way, you find it adorable and can’t help but poke fun at her even when she grumbles and saunters away from you out of embarrassment. she never manages to get far though—she always finds her way back to you; tugging you into her arms and burying her warm face into your neck.
♥︎ high els who . . . gets extremely possessive. she hardly ever smokes alone, and usually invites friends over when she wants to get high. of course you’re always there because you live together, and when she lets the weed wash over her, she gets suddenly very handsy. she’ll pull you onto her lap and play with your clothes as she passes the joint between her and her friends. when they make jokes or ogle you for too long, she’ll murmur into your neck and kiss your skin.
almost like a sign of dominance. like saying: “you’re mine and only mine, don’t forget that.” you don’t, ever. why would you? you loved when ellie got jealous like this. it was probably one of your favorite versions of her. it always made your stomach flip and curl with anticipation for how she’ll touch you later on.
♥︎ high els who . . . takes what she wants when she wants it. weed isn’t her only form of release, but it helps her wind down after a shitty day at work. not to mention, it’s great foreplay to get in the mood and chilled out. of course when she’s like this, you immediately expect to be made a mess out of. she was always very.. dominant in bed when high.
she’d tie your wrists together and bound your ankles so that you couldn’t move, and then completely fuck you senseless. “e-els!” you’d moan, body jolting with each pound she made into your cunt with the thick strap of silicon. she didn’t even care how much you whined or whimpered from the pressure, she would keep fucking uou until she was satisfied.
blunt dangling from her lips, she’d chuckle. “yeah, take it baby. you can take it—“ she’d grunt. “what a good fuckin’ girl.”
♥︎ high els who . . . doesn’t get munchies for food, she gets it for your pussy. just like fucking you with her strap, she craves your cum whenever she’s high. like extremely bad. to the point where she’s already aching about how good she’ll feel when you finally come undone for her. it’ll be simple at first. just teasing as she smokes—rubs her hand against your clothed cunt as you laid on your stomach.
massaging your ass before rubbing her thumb down the middle of your cunt and massaging that too—until your back was arching and hips were lifting off the bed. “don’t tease me,” you would whine, frowning and pouting your bottom lip. “you’ve already teased me enough..”
she would chuckle and simply smack your ass before spreading your cheeks and immediately diving in for her dessert.
♥︎ high els who . . . likes to caress you while holding you in her arms. being high and hazy makes her a bit drowsy, and sometimes, she just likes to lay there with you beside her. her fingers will skate around your skin—your arms, your side, your stomach, your thighs, your chest, absolutely everywhere. she loves to touch you, and loves to make sure you tingle and shiver whenever she does so.
“feel good?” she’ll whisper into your ear, dragging her fingers up your spine. “you’re so soft, baby,” her lips will brush against your skin before she nips at the lobe. “i wanna kiss you everywhere.”
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . greens out really easily. you end up having to hold her hair back when she vomits, soothing her by rubbing her back and whispering soft things in her ear. she isn’t exactly in the mood for sex either, so the two of you typically just cuddle. you aren’t the biggest fan of when she drinks and smokes since she’s like completely out of it and incoherent.
it’s hard for her to hold conversations and you end up just laying with her while she watches the ceiling fan spin and tries not to throw up again. it isn’t your.. favorite part of her, but nonetheless, you love her enough to put up with it.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . gets really bad anxiety when she combines the two substances. though she doesn’t listen to your constant warnings, she indulges in the alcohol and weed with her friends because she enjoys the euphoria it gives her at the beginning. then, it all comes crashing back down when her mind begins to whirl and create scenarios that don’t exist. one night, she even brought herself to tears.
“baby, please don’t let the dinosaurs take me to space and preform experiments on me and turn me into a giant shark eating ant.” she blabbered, wailing into your arms as you patted her back. did you have any clue what she was saying? no. was it funny? yes. when she got like this, you often liked to record it and show it to her the next day so that she can relive the embarrassment and you can relive the weirdness of her words.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . tends to space out. there’s been multiple times where you’ve seen her come home from a night out with dina and jesse where she’s simply just staring at the wall. she’ll occasionally follow your fingers if you put them in front of her face, but her green hues stay trained to the beige surface.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . follows cat lasers when you point them at the floor. you didn’t know what it was about being cross faded and cat lasers, but ellie definitely loved them. you had been using it to point to where you needed her to walk, and instead of walking, she got down on her knees and tried to cup the red dot in her hands. each time you moved it away, she would chase it.
“els, baby..” you murmured, holding back your laughter at the pathetic sight of her on all fours.
she whined, pouting her bottom lip. “i-i can’t pick it up—!” her eyes found yours in despair. “baby, pick it up for me! it’s being mean!”
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juls’ note ! i’m ngl, it was kinda hard to write these just because i’ve never gotten drunk nor have i smoked and gotten drunk at the same time. so, if they’re a little cringe and off, just bear with me
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