Celia

inked feelings

[dirtyyydesiresss]

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄

i fall for the 𝑫angerous girls and write them like poetry.

twenty · she/her · 18+

the last of us · the l word · stranger things

𝑬llie williams · 𝑺hane mccutcheon · 𝑹obin buckley

billie eilish · sabrina carpenter

minors dni · no men · no racists · no homophobes · no transphobes · no trumpies, overall don’t be a fucking weirdo

𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻~COMING SOON

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻~COMING SOON

[divine-femme-eva-deactivated202]

[kylieblanc]

a girl can dream, can't she?

[borrowed-thoughts]

@korinawray on instagram

[sapphicyearning101]

That’s not my boyfriend that’s my dyke in shining armor

[natssgf]

Katie b is literally Streamer!Ellie reincarnated

[violetszn]

loser!ellie x f!reader

summary ✩ after casually mentioning your kissing inexperience to your best friend, she offers to teach you. after all, what are friends for?

warnings ✩ 1.94k ✩ swearing, a ton of awkward nervous rambling, making out, ellie does the knee thing, sorta-nsfw but not really ?? it’s definitely implied and kinda leads up to it though, ellie mentions guys being into the reader but it’s never specified whether or not reader is attracted to men, ellie’s awkward and loser-ish but that’s my favorite !! not edited. intentional lowercase.

you’d mentioned it in passing - didn’t think she’d even give it a second thought, really. after all, her attention was heavily focused on the movie displayed on the tv in front of you. she’d seen it a million times but she could never really get bored over seeing dinosaurs running rampant. and of course, you’d watch it with her a million times over if it meant seeing that grin of excitement on her face whenever she’d spot her favorite dino.

“damn, imagine kissing someone at a park surrounded by actual fucking dinosaurs,” she’d said, her eyes big and excited.

“imagine kissing someone,” you’d laughed quietly, not thinking too much about it.

“imagine? you don’t know what it’s like?”

“i mean, not really, no. i’ve never kissed anyone so…” you trail off, not missing the way her eyes widen in pure shock.

“fuck, you’ve never had your first kiss?” she asks, sitting up straight and turning to you. her legs press up against her chest as directs her full attention from the movie to you.

“no? i don’t see why it’s such a big deal, i thought you knew.” you shrug, following her movement and facing her, crossing your legs beneath you.

“wha- no! i didn’t fucking know!” she says in an exasperated tone. “how? how?”

“chill, el, it’s not that big of a deal. is it really that shocking?”

“um, yeah? you’re… you. how the fuck have you not had your first kiss?” she gasps. “like… how?”

“what’s that supposed to mean,” you softly scoff, bringing your knees up to your chest. “yeah, no one’s ever kissed me, whoop-de-fuckin-doo.”

“okay, chill, i’m not fucking with you, i’m just… really confused,” she huffs. “you’re like the prettiest girl in this damn town. how has no one made a move on you? what about jesse? remember that one summer when he was like really into you?”

“what- jesse? you thought i’d kiss jesse? i’m… not into jesse,” you frown, your brows furrowed in confusion. “did it seem like i was into jesse?”

“well, no, but to be fair, you never really seem to be into anyone. which is totally cool. it’s fine,” she nods, fiddling with her fingers.

“it’s not that i’m not into anyone. i just… guess i’m too nervous? i don’t know, i’ve never done dating or kissing or any of that shit. so, i guess i’ve just been too nervous to screw it up with… someone… y’know?” you explain, looking down at your knees awkwardly.

“right… right. well, what if…” she trails off, her cheeks suddenly seeming a bit red. she tugs at her hoodie collar, clearing her throat. “fuck, is it hot in here? are you hot? i’m suddenly so hot.”

she laughs, awkwardly, looking away from your eyes. she nervously picks at her hoodie sleeve, subtly drying off her suddenly clammy palms.

“um, not really? ‘s still pretty cold out,” you comment, eyeing her odd behavior - odd with you at least. ellie’s never really not been an oddball. “you okay?”

“yeah! i’m cool. just super hot. shit, maybe i should just take this off,” she mumbles, clumsily tugging off her grey hoodie. she’s left in her white tank top.

“okay…? so what were you gonna say a second ago?” you ask, raising a brow as she brushes a strand of hair from her face.

“i was just gonna offer to… teachyouhowtokiss.”

you squint your eyes at her in confusion. her words had come out so quickly and jumbled up it was impossible to tell what she had meant.

“offer to what? maybe slower this time?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.

“to… teach you… how to kiss…?” she mumbles slowly. her cheeks flush impossibly redder and her eyes look everywhere but at you.

“you wanna kiss?”

ellie immediately panics. "i mean, not in a weird way! just, like, as a friend thing?" She rubs the back of her neck, her fingers tapping on her knee as fidgets nervously. "i just thought, y'know, if you're nervous about it, maybe it'd be less weird with someone you trust. maybe— i don’t know…"

you blink at her, trying to process what she's saying. "so... you wanna be my practice dummy?"

ellie lets out a strangled laugh, her face scrunching up. "okay, well, when you say it like that, it sounds fucking awful."

you stifle a laugh, biting your lip. "sorry, just trying to understand. you wanna kiss me, but, like, in a friend kinda way?"

ellie groans, dragging a hand down her face. "look, if it's weird, forget I said anything. just thought it might help—"

"i didn't say no."

that shuts her up real quick. her hand freezes mid-motion, and she slowly looks up at you, brows raised. "wait. so... you want to?"

“maybe? won’t it… i don’t know, make things weird?” you ask, fidgeting with a stray thread sticking from the couch.

“no. i mean— look we only have to do it if you want to. not like, want want— i mean, not that i don’t want— wait, no, it’s just—” she groans, squeezing her eyes shut for a second as she fights through her rambles. “i’m fucking this up.”

your heart thumps a little too hard in your chest at the thought. it’s not like you haven’t thought about it before, ellie, and kissing her. in fact, you think about it way more often than you’d ever admit aloud. but hearing her offer it so suddenly, so seriously, is different.

“you’re not. fucking it up, i mean. i want… to. to kiss you. um- to practice! i mean. obviously,” you nervously cough, suddenly unable to look her in the eyes.

“oh! right! um… you’re sure though?”

you shrug, suddenly feeling shy under her gaze. "i mean... yeah? you're my best friend, and i do trust you, and if I'm gonna have my first kiss with anyone... i want it to be you."

ellie blinks. once. twice. you’re convinced she’s not even breathing. "oh. uh. cool. cool cool cool."

cool is not something either of you are at the moment.

"are you nervous?" you ask, even though you know the answer.

"what? no. i— why would i be nervous? i’ve kissed, like… so many people."

"yeah?"

"yeah. i mean… not that many, but enough! enough to be qualified for this… whatever this is."

you roll your eyes but smile, suddenly feeling at ease once again, remembering that after all — it’s just ellie. a safe space against the world. "okay then, expert, what now?"

ellie exhales sharply, rubbing her palms against her jeans. “okay, so… maybe we, like, count down? or something?”

you snort. “what, like a rocket launch?”

“shut up, i’m trying to make this less weird.”

you both fail miserably at that, sitting there staring at each other like two idiots who have never interacted with another human being before. ellie fidgets with the hem of her tank top, her knee bouncing like she’s about to bolt.

“i mean, we could just—” you start, but she cuts you off with a frustrated groan.

“jesus christ, this is fucking ridiculous.”

and then she just… does it.

there’s no countdown, no warning. just ellie closing the gap between you, her hand cupping your cheek as she presses her lips to yours. it’s warm, a little rushed, maybe a little clumsy, but her touch is steady, grounding. your breath catches, and before you can even process it, she’s already pulling back. and you really don’t want her to pull back.

the room feels impossibly quiet. ellie’s eyes are wide, like she can’t believe she actually went through with it.

“uh.” she clears her throat, scratching at her jaw. “so. that was… um.”

you blink at her, still trying to reboot your brain. “yeah. that was… that… happened.”

she nods rapidly. “yup.”

silence.

“so… do we, like, debrief or…?”

“i don’t fucking know,” she blurts, cheeks burning red. “did… fuck— was it okay?”

you let out a breathy laugh, still a little dazed. “yeah. yeah, it was… okay.”

ellie huffs, looking vaguely relieved, though her fingers are still anxiously picking at a loose thread on her jeans.

“cool...”

you should probably leave it at that. you should probably move on, turn back to the movie, pretend like that didn’t just flip your entire world upside down.

but instead, you find yourself saying, “wanna, um… try again…?”

ellie’s gaze snaps to yours, lips parting slightly.

“…for practice?” she asks, voice quieter this time.

your heart pounds. “yeah. sure. for practice. if that’s what’ll get you to kiss me again.”

“fuck,” she breathes out, pushing forward and pressing her lips to yours once again. she lowers you into your back, slowly bringing herself to straddle your waist.

the kiss deepens, slower this time, with more intention behind it. ellie’s hand slides to the side of your neck, her thumb brushing lightly over your skin as she shifts her weight, settling more comfortably on top of you. you can feel her pulse beneath your fingertips, and you realize that it’s not just the kiss that’s making your heart race. it’s the way she’s looking at you now, her eyes dark with something you can’t quite name. the way she’s grasping at your waist, tugging at your shirt, pushing her knee up higher and higher until — oh.

you gasp softly, a shiver running through you as the sudden pressure makes your breath hitch. an involuntary whimper falls past your lips and ellie lets out a low noise, biting at your lower lip. you tilt your head slightly, trying to keep up with the steady rhythm of her lips against yours, but it’s almost too much. you’ve never been kissed like this before. you’ve never had someone want to kiss you like this before.

ellie pulls back for a moment, her breath ragged, and she’s staring at you, cheeks flushed, her pupils blown wide. “you okay?” she asks softly, her voice sounding rougher than usual.

your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath, eyes locked on hers. the air between you feels thick, charged with something you can’t quite place. “yeah. i think so,” you manage, voice shaky. you reach up, your fingers gently scraping down her clothed back.

“good,” she whispers, her gaze flicking down to your lips again. she hesitates for a second, just enough time for the tension to build, and then her lips are on yours once more, but this time, it’s different. there’s a quiet urgency in her movements, a desperation that matches the pounding of your heart in your chest.

you gasp into her kiss when she presses her body closer, the weight of her above you grounding you, making everything feel real. her hand slides lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your jeans, and you gasp, breaking the kiss just for a second.

“ellie…” you breathe her name, holding onto her arm for a moment.

her touch falters and she pulls back just enough to look at you. “want to stop?” she asks, her voice softer now.

you swallow, shaking your head slowly, your fingers tangling in her hair as you tug her back down to you. “no. i wanna keep going.”

the kiss picks up again, faster this time, more desperate, as though the two of you can’t get enough of each other. every breath feels like it’s shared between you both, every touch setting off a new wave of heat. you’re not sure how long you spend tangled up on that couch or when your clothes wound up littered on her floor but if there’s one thing you are sure of, it’s the fact that this definitely was not just practice.

[nicsdyks]

[thenatrifle]

”sesbian lex” “wuh luh wuh” NO!!!!! don’t be ashamed to be a dyke!!!! proudly scream that you have lesbian sex!!!! you kiss girls!!!! you want to eat them out!!! you like biceps and boobs!! dyke!!!

[anactual-cat]

Art from mx_scratch_ on IG

[enviu]

Manifesting

[sumorenita]

“Ellie?”

She shifts her head slightly towards your figure in the doorway, but her eyes are still fully focused on the bright screen in front of her. “Yeah, babe?”

You walk over to her, glancing at the Fortnite game currently on her monitor screen. “Dude, I’m getting ambushed,” Ellie mumbles, fully engrossed in her intense game of Battle Royale.

“Baby,” you call, trying to get even a sliver of attention from her. “Mhm, yeah?” Ellie replies, still not even looking at you.

You roll your eyes. “You’re not even listening.” She finally glances over to you. “N-No, I am, I swear. What’s up?”

“Are you done yet?”

“Bro, I like—just got on, babe,” she complains. “It’s been an hour!” You huff. “I’m bored,” you whine, moving slightly in front of her.

“Dude, you made me die!” She says, leaning back in her chair with a slight frown on her face. Ellie takes her headphones off and runs her hand through her auburn hair.

You cross your arms. “Well, I want to be with you,” you say, giving her a shy pout. “Baby, we’ve been together all weekend. Can’t I just have some time to myself?”

You give her a confused look, like the thought of needing to be alone was suddenly an abstract concept. “But… I miss you.” You try to reason with her, but she’s just as stubborn as you, if not more. “Dude, we live together. You see me everyday, like… all the time.“

“Just say you hate me.” Ellie rolls her eyes. Her ringed hands move to find your waist, pulling you to stand between her legs. “Just give me another hour, alright. Then I’m all yours. Okay?”

The reasonable version of you would nod and leave her to continue her game. Well, that version isn’t here today. Time to move to plan b.

“But, El, it hurts.”

She raises her pierced eyebrow. “What hurts?”

You fall dramatically into her lap, curling up and hiding your face in her chest.

“It hurts,” you say vaguely.

Ellie laughs and tries to make you sit up but you resist and hold on to her tighter. “No.”

“Baby, no, we’re not doing this.” She tries again to move you off of her but to no avail. Ellie sighs out and shakes her head. She knows she’s not winning this (and maybe a small part of her doesn’t want to).

Ellie doesn’t say anything else, just puts her gaming headphones back on and grabs her controller. You smirk into her chest, feeling victorious.

[dirtyyydesiresss]

BUNNYGIRL!ellie HEADCANNONS

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who loves when you manhandle her, pushing her around, bending her over the nearest surface and taking her without warning.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who gags around your strap/your fingers, drool dripping down her chin as you fuck her throat, her hands clasped behind her back like a good girl.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who loves when you bend her over your knee and spank her, her pretty ass turning a rosy red as she counts out each spank for you, her voice getting progressively more breathy and wrecked with each one.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who gets so wet when you're rough with her, her slick coating your fingers and the strap as you pound into her, the wet, squelching sounds filling the room along with her cries of pleasure.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who looks so pretty spread out on your bed

her auburn hair fanned out against the pillows, freckled skin flushed pink with arousal. Her ears twitch with every harsh pant, and her tail swishes restlessly against the mattress, a clear indicator of her impatience. "Please," she whimpers, grinding her bare cunt against your thigh. "Need you."

BUNNYGIRL!ellie whose back arches beautifully as you finally give her what she wants.

your fingers sinking into her wet heat with ease. "Oh, god," she gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets as you curl your fingers just right, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "Right there, right there, don't stop."

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who cums so hard she sees white, her whole body tensing as a strangled cry escapes her lips.

Her legs shake uncontrollably, her ears pressing flat against her head as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. "Oh, fuck," she sobs, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "Thank you, thank you."

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who can't walk properly after you're done with her, her legs shaking as she tries to stand, immediately collapsing back onto the bed with a whine, her ears drooping and her tail limp.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who loves being called your "little fuck bunny" so much that it alone is almost enough to make her cum.

Her whole body flushes a deep red, from the tips of her ears down to her chest, and a low, needy whine builds in her throat. She'll preen under the praise, her hips canting up in a silent plea for more, her green eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears. "Yours," she'll whimper, a complete mess already. "Only yours."

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who begs so pretty when you're teasing her, her voice all high and breathy. "Please, I'll be so good," she whines, trying to close her legs around your head. "Let me cum, I promise I'll be your good girl."

BUNNYGIRL!ellie whose whines are high-pitched and desperate as you tug on her cotton tail again, harder this time. "G-gonna—please, I'm gonna—" she cuts off with a choked sob, hips stuttering as a wet spot spreads on your jeans.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who gets so loud when you eat her out

her moans and whines echoing off the bedroom walls. "You're so good at that," she pants, her hips rocking against your face as you lap at her clit. "So, so good, gonna make me cum."

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who gets possessive and territorial after sex, marking you up with bite marks and hickies, her scent all over you.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie whose ears droop when she's tired or sad, so you always know when she's had a long day and needs extra cuddles (and maybe some orgasms to take her mind off things).

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who gets overstimulated so easily, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she pants "too much, too much" but never actually uses her safeword, just pushes weakly at your head as you keep lapping at her clit.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who leaves bite marks all over your neck and shoulders, marking you up as hers as she rides you, her hips rolling in a way that makes you see stars.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who can't keep her hands to herself when she's turned on, her hands roaming all over your body as she tries to get you in the mood.

BUNNYGIRL!ellie who is absolutely writhing on the bed by the time you finally settle between her thighs.

Her legs are trembling, held open by your firm grip on her soft skin, and she's already so wet that her slick is gleaming on her freckled inner thighs. Her ears are flattened back against her fiery hair, a mixture of overwhelming pleasure and desperate anticipation written all over her face. "Please," she whines, her voice cracking as you lean in closer, your warm breath ghosting over her soaked folds. "Don't tease, please, I need your mouth." You just smirk, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, relishing the way she jerks against your hold. "Patience, bunny," you murmur, your lips brushing against her skin. But patience is a virtue Ellie has never possessed, especially when it comes to you. She lets out a frustrated little whimper, her hips bucking up in a silent plea, her fluffy tail thumping against the mattress in a frantic rhythm. Finally, you take pity on her, flattening your tongue against her cunt and giving one long, slow lick from her entrance to her clit.

[uniicorns-arereall]

you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free

(just NO a.i)

[powerhayakawaa]

when you're trying to find a good fanfic to read but your tumblr fyp is genuinly shit

[dirtyyydesiresss]

SUB!ellie HEADCANNOS

SUB!ellie who gets bratty when she wants you to be rougher with her. she'll push your hands away, only to whine when you actually stop. she'll say "fuck you" with a smirk, daring you to put her in her place. she loves the feeling of your hands pinning her wrists above her head, the stretch in her shoulders, the complete lack of control.

SUB!ellie who loves begging

you've got her pinned to the mattress, your hips settled between her thighs. ellie’s breath hitches, a high, needy sound caught in her throat. her hands, which were initially tangled in your hair, now clutch desperately at your shoulders. "please," she whimpers, the word barely audible. "please, what, els?" you murmur against the shell of her ear, your teeth grazing the lobe. a full-body shudder wracks her frame. "please don't stop.

SUB!ellie who loves marking. not just receiving, but giving. the possessive streak in her comes out when she's leaving a trail of hickeys down your chest or biting down on your shoulder. she wants everyone to know you're hers.

SUB!ellie who has a major praise kink. telling her how pretty she looks when she's wrecked for you, how good she feels, how proud you are of her, it's the fastest way to make her come undone.

"look at you," you coo, your thumb stroking her cheek. her face is flushed, her lips swollen and parted. she's leaning into your touch like a cat, her pupils swallowing the green of her irises. "so beautiful, els. so good for me." a whine builds in her chest, and you can feel it vibrate against your palm. "you like that? you like hearing how perfect you are when you're falling apart?" she nods frantically, her hips bucking up to meet nothing. "please," she begs, her voice cracking. "wanna be good. wanna be yours." you reward her with a slow, deep kiss, your tongue claiming her mouth. when you pull back, a string of saliva connects you. "you already are, baby. you already are."

SUB!ellie who surprisingly vocal during aftercare. she'll nuzzle into your neck, her voice hoarse and sleepy, mumbling about how good that was, how much she loves you, how she could stay like this forever.

SUB!ellie who tries her best to stay quiet but ultimately always fails with the help of your praise

biting down on her lip so hard you're worried she'll draw blood. you're kneeling in front of her, your hands on her hips, holding her still. "no, none of that," you chide gently, tapping her lip with your thumb. "wanna hear you." her eyes, dark and blown wide with lust, flutter shut as a groan escapes her. it's loud, unrestrained, and it makes something deep in your stomach clench with want. she's panting now, little "ah, ah, ah" sounds with every movement of your tongue.

SUB!ellie who’s a squirter. the first time it happened, she was mortified, hiding her face in a pillow and refusing to look at you. you had to spend ten minutes cooing praise into her ear, telling her how hot it was, how good she was, before she'd even peek out. now, it's a point of pride for you, and a point of terminal embarrassment for her, which you exploit mercilessly.

SUB!ellie who’s a huge fan of thigh riding. there's something about the lack of prep, the raw desperation of it, that drives her wild. she'll climb onto your thigh, her jeans still on, and just grind against you like her life depends on it, her face buried in your shoulder, muffled whimpers and curses escaping her lips.

"don't stop... please, god, don't stop," she'll whine, her hips bucking wildly. "i'm so close... 'm gonna... gonna cum for you."

SUB!ellie who’ll purposely walk around the house in little to no clothes at all and act surprised when you fuck her

she'll "forget" her favorite comic on the lowest shelf, bending over at the waist in nothing but one of your old t-shirts that barely covers her ass, giving you a perfect view of the slick already gathering on her inner thighs. and when you finally have enough, when you grab her by the hips and pull her back against you, she has the audacity to look over her shoulder with wide, innocent eyes. "what?" she'll ask, her voice all sweet and feigned confusion. "was just getting a book." but the smirk that tugs at her lips when you flip her over and push her against the wall betrays her. she loves this. loves provoking you, loves feeling the desperate, rough edge of your desire. she wants to be punished for it, wants you to fuck her so hard she forgets her own name, all because she "accidentally" showed you her ass.

SUB!ellie who gets off on being used. she loves the feeling of you just taking what you need from her body, of being nothing more than a toy for your pleasure. it's not about degradation for her; it's about the ultimate act of trust and devotion. she's so completely yours that you can use her to get yourself off, and the thought alone is enough to make her cum.

you've got her face down, ass up on the bed, her wrists bound behind her back with one of your ties. she's already a mess, a puddle of drool and tears on the sheets below her. you're kneeling behind her, one hand on the small of her back to hold her down. you're not even touching her clit, not yet. instead, you're grinding against her, the friction of your jeans against her bare, soaked cunt making her whimper. "this what you wanted, els?" you growl, your own breath coming short. "wanted me to use you? fuck myself on your pretty little pussy?" she moans, a long, broken sound. "yes," she sobs into the mattress. "please, use me. wanna feel you cum on me." you grip her hips harder, your movements becoming more erratic.

SUB!ellie who has a thing for your scent. not just your perfume, but you. the way you smell after a shower, after a patrol, after sex. she'll bury her face in the crook of your neck and just inhale, a deep, shaky breath. she's stolen at least three of your shirts, claiming they're "just more comfortable," but you know she sleeps with them pressed over her face.

SUB!ellie when she's cleaned up and tucked into your side, her body limp and sated, she's the most vulnerable she'll ever be. she'll trace patterns on your chest, her touch feather-light. the snark and the bravado are gone, replaced by a quiet, unwavering devotion. she won't say it often, but you'll feel it in the way she holds you, in the way she nuzzles into your touch. in these moments, she's not the sarcastic, guarded girl from jackson. she's just ellie. and she's completely, hopelessly, yours.