desperate ellie sex hcs when she gets back from soccer practice 😩
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐡𝐜𝐬 🐱
warnings : SMUT, MDNI ; vaginal eating out, dirty talk, name callings, scissoring, finger fucking.. i don’t ever write smut so ignore how bad it it 😭not rlly hcs but whatever 🧍♀️I MADE IT SO SHE LOST A GAME CUZ IDK WHAT ELSE TO MAKE IT ABT. hope that’s okay<33
let’s just get it out of the way, that whenever ellie loses a game she’s angry or horny if not both.
breaks down the door when she comes home, her face so scrunched you are surprised the skin hasn’t torn.
is all grumpy and moody and upset, but eventually becomes clingy and desperate.
shoving her head in your neck and rutting her hips against your ass
turns you on from how desperate she is. a very rare occasion
“not now, ellie. I have to do my homework.” you defended, ignoring the pooling of your own pussy.
“fuck— please, baby. i need you.” she groaned, her hot breath fanning down your neck— and you gave in. pressing your lips to hers.
she devours you, her pleading whines becoming angry grunts when you two make it to your bedroom.
takes off her soccer uniform, throwing it angrily across the room before practically ripping off your clothes— nipping at your bare skin immediately
you whimper, the sudden feeling of her soft lips kissing your body never failing to make you feel crazy
ellie’s fingers drift down, fiddling with the hem of your panties before teasing you from the outside. her boney fingers lightly running over the underwear, your soaking cunt leaking through the fabric
whines and begs slipping from your mouth, pleas for her to touch you. but, she stops her touching, looking you dead in the eyes “what do you want? say it, use your words.” she demands, watching you so closely you could come just from her gaze. “please, ellie.. i want you to touch me.”
the satisfied smirk on her face made you want to punch her, but your desperation overtook your urges.
“where, baby? here? or…” she slides her hand from your boobs down to your cunt again, once again teasing
“here?” you whine at her words, nodding. “why are you nodding? i said to use your words.” she growled, her brows furrowing. “i wan’t you to touch my pussy, ellie.” you moaned out, enough to satisfy her.
She slowly slipped your undies off, watching as the wet material stuck to your cunt before sliding off completely. she moved herself down, proving her head between your thighs.
She kissed your puffy clit, causing an erotic moan to leap from your swollen lips. Ellie’s tongue worked its usual magic; sucking, kissing, rolling— your eyes began to water, the feeling of her inside you causing your build up to come much faster than usual
the way she moved had you crying like a little girl; red faced and sobbing, begging her to let you cum. “what do you want, again?”
“please, please ellie please let me cum. I’ll be good, i promise.”
“sluts usually don’t keep their promises.” the insult had your tummy flipping and cunt clenching, and of course ellie noticed. She took no time slipping her middle finger inside you, your walls sucking her in desperately.
lets just say, you’d came way more than you’d expected.
“ahh.. ellie.. i can’t.” you cried out, the feeling of her clit rubbing against yours had you choking on your spit, the way she gripped your thigh in such a controlling way.
“j-js’ shut it, ‘kay? f-fuck.” she grunted out, her hips increasing their pace. your hands gripped your pink sheets,
“yeah.. js like that. fuck, look at you, already about to cum again. what a fuckin’ whore.” ellie gritted out, watching as you shut your eyes.
your hips were cramping up, unable to keep up with ellie’s speedy pace— earning your name to be called.
“fucking move it— i.. fuck— move your hips.” she demanded, moving her grip on your thigh to grab your hip and harshly shove it forward— earning a moan from you both.
“o-oh, shit..”
your began to move your hips, clits rubbing together quickly.
“ellie.. els.. i’m gonna..”
she huffed, clenching her jaw. “go ahead, cum again you fucking slut.” her words put you over the edge, a cry leap from your throat as you came for the nth time that night, legs trembling as ellie continued to rub herself against you.
her moans and grunts became more high pitched, her brows furrowing and grip tightening.
“fuckin’.. fuck, oh shit, oh shit..” she groaned out, her lips hitching their movements temporarily as she met her own orgasm. you moved your hips with her, trying to assist her.
she released her grip on you upon her finish, panting in sync with you.
“fuck.”
you bent over, kissing her cheek softly. she didn’t look at you, clearly still upset about her loss. You had an idea, removing your legs from the entanglement of your sex to get off the bed, ignoring her eyes trailing on you.
“what are you doing?”
“you’ll see.” you replied, going to the bathroom and pulling out a drawer. you closed the door, putting on the secret lingerie you’d bought for a secret.
after a while you walked out, suddenly feeling small under ellie’s intense gaze. her eyes scanned your body, hunger filling her eyes.
“I hope you have more in you for a few more rounds because that shit is coming right off.”
ellie slapping ur ass while u bake in the kitchen >>>
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humming a soft tune while you stir your cupcake batter, a soft smudge of the mix on your cheek. Ellie was in the living room, last time you checked. Watching The Clone Wars on repeat for the nth time. “hey babe.” her voice rang beside you so suddenly, causing you to jump a little. “gosh! ellie, i thought you were in the living room.” you laughed, sending her a glance before going back to mixing. She didn’t reply, which was.. unnerving. you could feel her eyes on you, scanning you. You were wearing very short jean shorts with holes, a cropped baby tee and your hair was up in a high bun; revealing your neck, besides the loose strands of hair falling down. you ignored her, focusing on your task. that was until she passed you, grabbing a cup from the cupboard, walking past you to grab water— a slap rang through the room. “ellie!” she’d slapped your ass, her hand still lingering as she watching the flesh bounce at the action. Ellie laughed, a cheeky smile on her freckled face. “what?” you wacked her with the dirty spatula, earning a groan from her. “babe! it was a joke.” she mumbled, taking her boney finger off you to scoop up some mix that had landed on her shirt and, unfortunately, seductively sucking it off. the action had your undies suddenly soaking, imagining the feeling of her tongue sucking your clit… and she could tell. “something wrong, baby?” you groaned at her teasing, tossing the spatula in the bowl and smashing your lips on hers, her hands shooting to your hips; a playful smirk on her lips. Her hands fiddling with your panties through your shorts as you to went through the bedroom door, just as she had planned.
obsessed with my partners cishet friend because he is literally only friends with transmascs. don't call yourself a cis ally unless 90% of your circle is trans
theres something about the fact that us trans men are counted as women when we're dead or statistics and forced to misgender and erase ourselves to recieve health care for parts we have or when we need help when the world makes us dead or statistics but when we try to say anything about it we're told this is apparently a privilege and we should shut the fuck up about it - or worse that we're predators for needing these resources that remove our manhood from us in order to be accessed
̗̀➛ Goodbye sex with Ellie starts slowly. It’s sloppy, needy, yet heartbreaking all at the same time.
Her lips moved against yours so slowly that you had concluded that she was savoring the taste of your lips.
“Don’t go.” You mumbled against her, arms wrapped around the bare skin of her back, squeezing her as close as you possibly could.
̗̀➛ Goodbye sex with Ellie is tear-inducing as she ghosts her fingers over your bare skin, goosebumps rising in their wake as she slides her palm over your jawline and onto your heated cheeks, wiping at fallen tears.
“I don't want you to cry, pretty girl.”
̗̀➛ Goodbye sex with Ellie becomes bittersweet when she touches you as she’s always done before — except, this time it’s different — because it's the last. Her skin against yours, souls entwined in one, the soft tissue of the heart beating against the small cage of surrounding ribs, reaching for one another.
̗̀➛ Goodbye sex with Ellie felt abnormal. You were by no means used to having to say goodbye to the sole being you reached into your chest for, trusting her with your mind, and body; an odd sensation.
̗̀➛ Goodbye sex with Ellie was gentle; as if you were porcelain, fragile.
“ Please…”
Furrowing her eyebrows, she tugged the skin of her lower lip between the ridges of her teeth, trying her best to suppress the burning pressure from streaming onto her flushed cheeks.
“Please what?” She whispered, a light frown decorating her wobbling lips.
With a clenched jaw, you scanned her dreary expression, lifting a hand to her face to stroke the apples of her wet cheeks. She leaned into your touch, closing her eyes for a second, cementing the warm feeling of your hand against her face.
“Let me make love to you… just one more time.”
̗̀➛ Goodbye sex with Ellie sent your eyes rolling in the back of your head when her fingers grasped at strands of your hair, her hips bucking against your face as your tongue lapped up the juices pooled against her cunt.
“Oh — fuck.”
Whining, she squeezed her thighs around your head, willing herself to focus on the way you felt tasting her, your hands digging into the skin of her thighs.
Tugging at the strands in her grasp, she sniffed lightly at the desperation that practically oozed off her skin, laced within her words as she chanted your name over and over again.
̗̀➛ Goodbye sex with Ellie automatically sent words out of her mouth in a sobbing mess, through moans and breathy, tearful whispers.
“I’ll come back to you.” She murmured to the air — words having been covered by her suppressed moans, the back of her hand becoming the victim of the heat of her breath as they turned into sobs.
She loved you, but she couldn’t stay.
And in the morning, she had slipped out, leaving her side of the queen-sized mattress dented.
The permanent scent of her freshly washed pajamas burning the hairs of your nostrils when you awoke on your side; forever reminding you that she had made up her mind.
Forever chasing after something that you once held on to.
no but really, so what if someone needs a mobility aid because they're fat? when it comes to mobility aids, it doesn't matter why you need them outside of understanding what your needs are. what really matters is how it would improve your life - make you happier and healthier, like you deserve to be.
this goes for any treatment and support you need because you're fat. fat people have the same right to healthcare that thin people do, and being fat never means you don't deserve wellbeing and safety. fatness is not a wrongdoing. it impacting your health doesn't mean being fat is bad - or that you're bad.
the moralization of disability and fatness is not your fault. please do what you need to be as healthy and safe as you can be. this is your life, no one else's. live it as best you can.
streaming companies will say um we're increasing your subscription fee. no password sharing. no screenshots allowed. please subscribe to a separate channel for this movie and another for this tv show. free trial but put in your card details so we can charge you if you forget to cancel. this title is a rental only that's 4.99 please. this title is not available in your region. you are begging people to torrent at this point Like ye are off the edge of the map matey here there be pirates argh argh argh 🦜☠️
One under-appreciated breed of fic writer are the ones who hyperfocus on logistics to the exclusion of all canon shortcuts, and thus usually strike upon an awesome way to flesh out the worldbuilding or characters.
Like, I’m not necessarily talking realism here since often it’s still pretty far from realistic, but more like, “someone has to be running spies in this fantasy kingdom, and we’ve seen the whole royal court, so which background character is it? How does that change these three major interactions?” Or “real life historical nobility did in fact have some things to do that were like jobs, how does this human disaster cope with running an estate?” Or “there’s no reason for a sci-fi robot detective to know how to whitewater kayak, where’d she learn?” Or “if this guy is serving the emperor directly he has to be way high up in the space empire servant hierarchy, why is he doing this menial task for someone else? What’s his motive? Does he perhaps have the secret space telepathy?”
Anyway I’m always DELIGHTED to find a fic or writer who asks these questions because the fics themselves are universally bangers.
Never did Ellie feel secure or safe in another person's presence. She's used to people using her for sex and free weed, hating her because of stupid rumors that aren't filled with a sliver of truth, and leaving her like she was nothing. So when the pretty girl from her astrophysics class chose to come and sit by her, she immediately tensed up and tried to close herself off. The girl wanted nothing more than to talk and Ellie knew this, but it's so hard to let her guard down.
“I have a memory, back at that party”
“Hi ellie!” she smiled at that. Lighting her joint and taking a couple hits off of it. “Didnt think youd be here tonight, I don't usually see you at these things, '' she said, knowing that small talk won't hurt. you're probably waiting for someone anyways and don't want to be alone right now. You smiled and laughed a little at that. “ yeah i'm usually not one for this kinda stuff but i've been stressed and needed to get away from my roommate.'' She remembers your roommate. Your roommate started one of the first rumors about her, she doesn't hold that against you though, instead offering you the joint that you gladly take. “ yeah i feel the roommate issues, my roommate is obsessed with this tv show and it's all she ever talks about.” you giggle and pass her joint back to her, she smiles and takes a hit before speaking. “I also didn't peg you for the type to talk to me to be honest.” you just looked at her confused before she started talking again. “ not that i don't like talking to you, it's just that there are so many rumors about me and i've never had someone so openly talk to me like you do.” you nodded in understanding. “I personally don't believe rumors about most people, at least not until I see for myself if they are true. Plus you don't seem like the type of person that those rumors are meant to be for.” she smiled and could feel her insides turning gushy, the worst part is she did nothing to stop it.
“I was all over her”
When your friend came over to drag you off her heart dropped and she immediately tensed again, but when she realized you disregarded them and chose to stay with her, her walls came crumbling down. You both talked for hours, stomachs so tight from laughing, and chests practically screaming for air, she knew you were an amazing person nothing like the others before you, her face warmed at the thought of that. “You don't have to stay, I'm sure your friends would want to hang out.” She smiled, shook her head and chuckled. “If you wanna get rid of me just say that, and if you don't want me gone i'd honestly like to stay here with you.” Ellie smiled while nodding, her heart and stomach fluttering around, almost like fireflies in tall grass.
“We didn't makeout or do anything”
All that night was spent doing was talking, no weird or awkwardness, just purity. The kind of purity Ellie has never known from anyone other than joel. You were like a sliver of the moon on a stormy day, promising a better tomorrow. You were safe, and she was safe with you. She never wanted to be near a person until you. She never wanted to be around anyone except you. You brought her joy and a smile to her face. You made her feel alive and like she mattered for more than she has to give. She felt whole. It felt a lot like love, not the type of romantic love everyone craved, but instead the type of love that every child carved from peers and role models. It felt like she had known you her whole life, and she enjoyed that.
“I just remember I was lonely”
What stunned Ellie the most was the fact you wanted nothing more than to be in her presence. You didn't ask for weed, or try to hook up, you just wanted to sit there and talk to her, no one has ever done that. No one has ever wanted to get to know Ellie as a person, much less a friend. You were the first and only to ask about the scar that beautifully rested through her eyebrow, the first to question what her tattoo represented, hell you were even the first to notice her nervous habit of scratching her neck and picking at her sleeves. Not one person ever wanted to know the real Ellie, but you did and that brought her a comfort she'd never known was there. The comfort she has relished in to this day, even now. Even as she started to feel lonely again, she lived in that night over and over and that has been enough for her. Ever since that night she has felt whole because she knows at least one person cared about her, even if it was just for a night.
“humans don’t do anything for free” somewhere out there there is a guy who spent days if not weeks of his life cataloguing every stupid thing you can do on stardew valley so that you can minmax the fuck out of growing potatoes on a pixel grid for quite literally no reason but that it might help someone else
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