#( trend)

[overclassy]

[akiidraw]

[lisssliss]

I'm a little late to the trend but I really loved this idea!!

artist of original art: @zheslsee on TikTok

[emilylovescookies]

only a couple months late to the side ponytail miku drawing trend 💁‍♀️💙💕

[elementic-symphony]

Late to the trend, but I figured that if Caine got a new little suit, why shouldn’t Pomni? 

[oh-bother-stickers]

[saintofdecayyy]

𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝑬 .𝑾

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: A drunken girls’ night and a stoned girlfriend lead to a soft, intimate evening of laughter, longing, and love and your precious girl, ellie!!

𝑪𝑾, suggestive,making out, wandering hands,dirty talk(if you squint)

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: ELLIE X FEM!READER

The apartment swayed gently around you, or maybe that was just the tequila talking. Three, no, four?,margaritas at girls' night had left you pleasantly buzzed, warm and loose-limbed as you fumbled with your keys at the door. The metal scraped against the lock twice before you finally heard the click.

"Ellie?" you called out, your voice slightly slurred at the edges.

"In here, babe."

You followed her voice to the living room, where you found her sprawled on the couch in that effortlessly cool way she had her legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back cushions, her auburn hair falling messily around her face. The telltale sweet, earthy smell of weed hung in the air, and her eyes were beautifully glazed, red-rimmed and half-lidded as she looked up at you with a slow, spreading smile.

"There's my girl," Ellie said, her voice honey-thick and lazy. "How was it?"

"So fun," you gushed, stumbling slightly as you kicked off your shoes. "Maria got so drunk she tried to arm-wrestle the bartender. And Dina—" You dissolved into giggles, the memory funnier in your inebriated state than it probably actually was.

Ellie's smile widened, revealing that little gap between her front teeth that you loved. "Come here," she said, patting the space beside her.

You didn't need to be told twice. You crossed the room with less grace than usual, practically falling onto the couch next to her. Ellie caught you easily, her arms wrapping around your waist as you settled against her side. She was warm and solid, smelling like cannabis and that cedar soap she used, and you buried your face in the crook of her neck with a contented sigh.

"Missed you," you mumbled against her skin.

"I can tell." Her laugh rumbled through her chest. "You're extra cuddly when you're drunk."

"'M not drunk," you protested, even as you nuzzled closer. "Just... happy."

"Uh-huh." Her fingers found their way into your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp in that way that made you smile. "You're adorable."

You pulled back just enough to look at her, taking in those green eyes that seemed even more vivid when she was high, the freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks like constellations. Her pupils were absolutely blown, dark pools with just a thin ring of green around the edges. God, she was beautiful. How did you get so lucky?

"You're staring," Ellie murmured, but she didn't look away. If anything, her gaze intensified, dropping to your lips with that lazy focus that told you exactly how high she was.

"You're pretty," you said simply, because drunk-you had no filter.

"Yeah?" Her hand slid from your hair to cup your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheekbone in a slow, deliberate movement. "You're prettier."

"Liar."

"Never."

The air between you shifted, growing heavier, charged. You could feel your heartbeat picking up, that familiar flutter in your stomach that Ellie always managed to provoke. Even after all this time together, she still made you feel like a teenager with a crush.

Ellie leaned in slowly,that unhurried, deliberate movement that came with being stoned, giving you plenty of time to close the distance. You met her halfway, your lips connecting in a kiss that started soft and sweet. Her lips were slightly chapped, tasting faintly of the cherry chapstick she always carried and something earthier from the joint she'd been smoking.

You sighed into her mouth, and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours in a languid rhythm. Her pupils were so dilated you could barely see the green, and you could feel that hazy energy in the way she kissed you, slow and thorough, like she had all the time in the world to savor you.

"Fuck," Ellie breathed against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak. Her words came out slightly slower than usual, that telltale sign she was properly stoned. "You taste like lime and sugar."

"Margaritas," you explained unnecessarily, already leaning back in.

This time the kiss was hungrier. Your inhibitions, already lowered by alcohol, disappeared entirely as you shifted in her lap, straddling her thighs. Ellie's hands immediately went to your waist, sliding under the hem of your shirt to touch bare skin. Her fingers were slightly cool, and you gasped at the contact.

"This okay?" she asked, always checking in, even now.

"More than okay," you assured her, rolling your hips against her.

Ellie groaned, her head falling back against the couch, and her hands began to wander with more purpose. One slid up your ribcage, cupping your breast through your bra, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened beneath the fabric. The pressure sent heat pooling low in your belly, and you arched into her touch.

"Fuck, babe," she murmured, her voice rough with want. Her other hand dropped lower, gripping your ass and pulling you harder against her. "You feel so good."

You kissed her again, harder this time, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained desire. The room spun around you, alcohol and lust mixing into something intoxicating. Ellie's hand squeezed your breast, kneading the soft flesh as her thumb continued its maddening circles over your nipple. Her other hand gripped your ass possessively, fingers digging into the denim of your jeans.

When you threaded your fingers through her auburn hair and yanked hard at the roots, Ellie's breath hitched. A low, desperate whine escaped her throat, and her hips jerked up involuntarily beneath you.

"Jesus Christ," she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. "You know what that does to me."

"I know," you said against her mouth, tugging again. Her reaction was immediate,another groan, her hands tightening on you, one still palming your breast while the other gripped your ass hard enough to leave marks through your jeans.

You pulled back just enough to look at her. Ellie's eyes were completely glazed over, her lips parted and swollen, her chest heaving. She looked absolutely wrecked, and you'd barely started. There was something about seeing her like this high and wanting and completely focused on you that made you feel powerful.

"You're so fucking high," you observed, grinding down against her deliberately.

"Mhmm," she agreed without shame, her movements languid but purposeful as she pushed your shirt up. "Makes everything feel... more. You feel incredible."

Her hands slid under your bra now, cupping your bare breasts, and you moaned at the skin-on-skin contact. Her thumbs circled your nipples, alternating between gentle brushes and firmer pressure that had you gasping. Meanwhile, her other hand squeezed your ass again, guiding your hips in a rhythm that had you both breathing hard.

"Ellie," you whimpered, yanking on her hair again because you loved the sounds she made when you did.

She groaned, low and desperate, and captured your lips in another searing kiss. Her tongue moved against yours with that same unhurried intensity, like she was trying to memorize the taste of you. When she finally pulled back, you were both panting.

"I love you," you said, the words spilling out uncensored. "Like, so much. You know that?"

Ellie's expression softened impossibly further, even through the haze. "I know, baby. I love you too." She pulled you down for another kiss, this one slower but no less heated, her hands still roaming possessively over your body, one kneading your breast, the other gripping your ass. "Even when you come home drunk and drive me crazy."

You kissed her jaw, her neck, feeling her pulse jump under your lips. She tasted like salt and smelled like home and cannabis. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging when you found that sensitive spot just below her ear. You could feel her hand slide from your breast down your stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of your jeans.

"Babe," she said, her voice strained, and you could hear the internal struggle even through her high. Her hand was still gripping your ass, but the one at your waistband hesitated. "You're drunk."

"So?" You pulled back to look at her, taking in those blown pupils and kiss-swollen lips. "You're high."

"Exactly." She cupped your face with one hand, thumb stroking your cheek, though her other hand remained firmly on your ass, squeezing once more as if she couldn't help herself. "Which means we should probably slow down. Make sure we're both thinking clearly."

You knew she was right. That was Ellie, always looking out for you, even when her own desire was obvious in the tension of her body beneath you, in the way her hands couldn't quite stop touching you.

Instead of answering, you just kissed her again, softer this time but still deep. She responded immediately, her lips moving against yours with that lazy thoroughness, her hands sliding up to your waist and pulling you close. You lost yourself in the sensation, the slide of her tongue, the warmth of her body, the way she held you like you were something precious even as her touch remained possessive.

You tugged gently on her hair again, and she made that beautiful sound in the back of her throat, her hands tightening on your waist. The kiss deepened, became more urgent despite the haze of substances between you. Her hands roamed your back, your sides, occasionally dipping down to squeeze your ass before sliding back up to safer territory.

When you finally broke apart for air, you stayed close, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air. Ellie's hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing small circles through your shirt.

"We can keep doing this," she murmured, her voice still slow and honey-thick. "Just... this. Okay?"

You nodded, already leaning in for another kiss. And you did keep going, losing yourself in the warmth of her mouth, the solid presence of her body beneath yours, the way her hands mapped your curves with familiar reverence. The world outside could wait. Right now, there was only this: you and Ellie, hazy and happy and completely in love.