cowboy!ellie keeping you bound with one of her ropes. your wrists rubbing against one another as the harsh grip of the rope secured the two above your head. “could look at you all day — keep you tied up even after i’m done with you, sugar.” the centre of your panties pooled with your own slick listening to ellie’s raspy words. “bet you’d like that though, right? makin’ you sit here all day, have you think about what else i could do to you?”
with your head thrown back, you could only watch so much as to what was happening beneath you. her fingertips following the trail of her saliva, inching closer and closer down south. her hot breath against your skin already got you going, it didn’t help that her tongue had already made a path before even keeping you still. “gonna make my girl keep her panties on just to watch how soaked they really get,” lips brushing against your stomach, “shows me how much you really need me, don’t it baby?”
you let out a soft whimper in response, trying to buck your hips upwards. she only chuckled at your weak attempt, gripping your waist to keep you down. her other hand coming up to cup your jaw. “already need me so bad, darlin’? haven’t even gotten started and your pussy’s practically beggin’ for my attention.”
I feel like I’m just being my 10-year-old self. The whole project is to just honor my 10-year-old self. I just rejected feminine — feminine — I wrote this fucking song, “Feminomenon,” and I can’t ever say the actual word. Femininity. Oh, yes, femininity. I hated it. So now my whole persona is just me trying to honor that version of myself that I was never allowed to be. | chappell roan in conversation with trixie mattel, PAPER magazine
summary: you're sick for ellie, she's just as sick for you.
a/n: heyyy how yall doin.. this has been in the drafts for months. (like a year. i apologize.) i wanted to try something different, kinda focusing on the "intimate" details of smut instead of "filth" type smut. soo enjoy
tags/warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, choking (kinda, ellie is holding your neck??), strap-on (r receiving), i think thats it.
it's insane, sick even; the way ellie affects you. the things she makes you feel and think. she makes you feel insane, how badly you want her, how badly you need her. you're desperate for her, for her touch. it almost feels wrong how much you think about her, the things she does to you. even some of the things she says to you, just her words; you can't help but feel that need for her again, and all those thoughts come creeping back in.
it always starts with her hands, whether they're grabbing your hips, your ass, or your neck—they're on you, always. ellie has a hold on you, physically and metaphorically. she's obsessed with that idea, obsessed with the hold she has on you.
ellie would grab your hips first, and pull you in against herself. pressed together like pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly. you'd take her like that, right in her lap. you'd stay like that for as long as you both could. you'd be looking up at her the entire time, so she could see it written in your face how good she was making you feel—just how you knew ellie wanted. she'd always tell you, “you look so fucking pretty like that.”
if you thought for a second you couldn't take anymore, ellie would remind you that you could. she'd put one hand on your neck this time, and use it to push you flat against the bed and keep you there. ellie thought you took her so well anywhere, but mainly there, it would be one of her favorites. where she could see you beneath her, whimpering all because of her. ellie would keep her grip on your neck, reminding you, “just like that, taking me so fucking good baby.” and when she does, you wouldn't be able to help yourself. you'd have to pull her in for more, locking your thighs against her hips. too much, but at the same; never enough of her.
but, ellie knows just what you like, too. she knows you want her to give it to you from the back. and you know ellie wouldn't hesitate to do that for you, and do it better than anyone ever could. you know she loves the view she gets too. but you know ellie wants you close. skin to skin, back to her chest, hand around your neck, so her lips could be on your ear. whispering, how good you are for her.
please suck on my tits while i play with your hair and draw shapes on your back... you can whine about your day and i'll kiss your head and coo at how cute you are, doesn't that sound good baby?
We need to be more realistic about lesbian sex, too, because sometimes it feels like this huge expectation to maintain a certain level of stamina looms over us, simply because we're more prone to practice what the straights think is foreplay and we consider full on sex.
Some of us have chronic pain. Some of us have past or present injuries. Some of us are on medication that screws with our libido or the amount of time we can last and keep going. Some of us simply don't feel that much of a desire to fuck. Some of us are on the ace spectrum. Some of us are more than content with frotting and kissing and calling it a good intimate moment 20 minutes in. Some of us have vaginismus or other conditions that make sex uncomfortable to some extent.
It's OK to not go on for 1 hour. It's OK to tell your partner to stop. It's OK to ask them to change positions if you have a bad knee or back. It's OK to not last, and to be too sensitive to go on, and to call it a day.
Don't feel pressured to perform. Sex is good when there's enthusiastic consent and enjoyment from both parts, no matter the amount of time it lasts.
Sex is about the journey, the connection, and the experiences you both share in that moment. Orgasming is a wonderful consequence of the chemistry you might have, but orgasming is not the main goal. Remember that, and sex will be a million times more pleasant and, in some cases, less stressful, I promise.
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