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Hey! Howdy! Pleasure to meet you, I'm Ellie~ Why not take a load off here? Oh, but just mind the blood. And rabbit fur. And my hands. // Independent OC roleplaying blog - Ellie Lestrade, Alpha Wolf. No attached fandom - will play with anyone. Face Claim: Marion Cotillard Tag: wonderwolfellie

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[wonderwolf-ellie]

banhammered:

wonderwolf-ellie:

“If you drop that cigarette in my garden, I will literally smack the pretty off your face,” Ellie huffed, hardly looking up from where she was weeding a patch of petunias. “I told you I’d play with you later. Unless you’re here to help.”

Sarkis tsks at his wolf, waving her off gently.

I’m not going to drop it in the garden. And I’m bored now.

He wanders closer to her, leaning on the big branch he’s picked up, cigarette perched dangerously at the corner of his mouth.

How long is this going to take, do you think? You know I don’t do well unsupervised and unoccupied for long periods of time.

Ellie sighs and lightly rolls her eyes at her impatient little boyfriend, and once she’s picked the last weed and dropped it in the compost bin, she stands from where she’d been kneeling, her bare knees and hands, and even her shorts and tank top, stained black with rich earth. She stretches, her claws reaching high towards the sky, then turns her gaze toward him. “I get the feeling, sometimes, that you’re a type of cat,” she chuckles with a shake of her wild head, and she moves past him with a playful and intentional ruffle of his hair with her dirty hand. “All needy and wanting attention, but always wanting to be a grump about it.  Can you be patient for ten more minutes?”

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[wonderwolf-ellie]

banhammered:

wonderwolf-ellie:

“Yes, Sarkis. You’re awake. You’re not sleeping, you’re not dreaming.” Though she would have preferred if he slept, for the sake of his mental state at the moment. She knows not to press it, though, not right now. There would be time later.

She gently took his hands, uncurling his fingers from his bloody palms and cradling his hands within her own. She pressed the smallest of kisses to his hair, the softest form of affection she could muster, before she murmured, “Talk to me, baby… Tell me what’s been going on. Let me help you…”

Even though she uncurls them for him, his fingers just tighten around hers instead, grip too tight and clearly still panicking. The god swallows, tremors plaguing him still even as he whispers.

I can’t - sleep, I can’t sleep, Ellie. There’s just… There’s nothing, and not the good kind, the kind where it feels like you’re suffocating, or there’s screaming and clawing and every time I wake up I still - I still see it, see them, every time –

That mustn’t make any sense at all, he thinks, somewhere in the back of his mind, but nevermind. He’ll clarify later, hopefully, when he can think again and the feeling of dread finally passes. Sarkis hiccups, tears falling, near bawling again.

I’m so tired, Ellie, but ‘m not allowed to sleep yet…

She doesn’t wince or try to pull her hands away when Sarkis’ curl tight in a near death grip upon her. She remains soon, knowing he needs an anchor of some sort as he’s being tossed about on the terrifying surf of his mind, and she could never turn away from trying to help him see the light again.

“I understand, baby,” she murmured, though really, she could only truly grasp bits and pieces of his descriptions of what waited for him in his dreams. She had had her own experience with night terrors, after her grief, after her first full moon… but this was beyond anything she’d experienced, it seemed. This was something Sarkis would have to confront on his own… once he was truly coherent once again. “You’ll be able to sleep soon, baby. It’ll all go away again. Just breathe with me, slow, deep. It’s not dark here, my love… I’m right here with you.”

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brush (from Ellie)

; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.

Mmh, keep doing that. Feels nice.

He hadn’t even notice that she’d sat down by him, too busy soaking up sun while lying naked - save for his collar - on the floor under a window’s light. Now, though, he rolls off his tummy and onto his side, curling towards his girlfriend and stretching lazily. Gentle days like this are a fucking blessing.

[wonderwolf-ellie]

Ellie chuckled softly as her little scruffy muppet is reduced to a pile of mush, simply thanks to a patch of sunlight and a gentle hand through his hair. She certainly doesn’t cease her motions, hoping to eventually guide her sleepy love into her lap via hair petting – but for now, she doesn’t mind simply sitting beside him, just as bare as he is in the lazy, quiet afternoon that cradles them now.

“What’s the magic word?” she teases lightly, gently massaging at Sarkis’ nape before returning to the mass of curls that lay flopped atop his head.

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” I brought you a collar. ” (Ellie)

Oh. That catches his attention. His head snaps up hard enough to give him whiplash, eyes dark with interest.

Can I have it, or do I have to do something with it?

[wonderwolf-ellie]

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wonderwolf-ellie:

If she could have, Ellie would have purred at that humbled request. She certainly enjoyed when his gaze grew desperate like that, when his throat was taut with groans and sounds he dare not make yet. Not yet. She simple smiles, claws digging through his nest of hair and holding him still as she teases him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then she pulls back to lift the collar to his throat. “I hope you don’t mind leather,” she muses sincerely as she slowly, gently adjusts the tightness. “If it’s uncomfortable, I can pad it. Tell me when to stop.”

She’s got the little god wrapped around her finger, honestly. He whines when she teases him, a soft, frustrated noise, shoulders finally sagging in relief when the collar finally touches his neck. Only when it’s tight enough to make swallowing a little difficult does he grunt out “that’s good”.

He shifts upward after that and catches the back of her head in one fluid motion, diving in to kiss her hard, magic thrumming restlessly under his skin.

She grins a millisecond before the kiss crashes into her, and her eyes flutter shut, enraptured by the passion she can feel just beneath his skin, a second heartbeat made of magic. The base of her spine tingles with delight at the feeling, but she forces herself to pull away, her fingers curling against the hairs at his nape as she smirked down at him. “Such a naughty boy you are,” she purred, continuing to play her role as she teased her claws down along the edge of the collar. “You didn’t even say please, baby doll… I only give rewards like that to my good boys.”

She dragged her claws back up to his chin, keeping his head tipped as she teased at his bottom lip. “Are you my good boy, baby?”

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[wonderwolf-ellie]

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wonderwolf-ellie:

She had been worried about him ever since the night terrors began. Ever since the tremors, the panicked whispers. She had comforted him as best she could, but had wanted to give him space, to give him time to work it out on his own.

There was no longer any time, she realized.

Ellie jolts as she hears the tears from where she’s in their room, putting away laundry, and it’s hardly a blink of an eye until she’s there in the kitchen with Sarkis. Her heart aches to see him in this state, his veins glowing like rivers of gold as he lays in a disheveled heap on the tile floor, sobbing hard and breathlessly. She’s on her knees, on his level, in mere moments, her arms opening to envelope him into them.

“Sarkis,” she murmurs, soft and patient, as she gently attempts to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Sarkis, breathe, baby… You’re okay. You’re okay.”

He’s startled to find himself wrapped up in her, but it’s not bad. Not yet, anyway. It clears his head a little, having something solid and warm holding him still after being clawed at by memories that leave him in a cold sweat. Sarkis blinks a couple times, pulling away from her hands - from the claws mainly - and glancing around frantically.

… Ellie? Am I awake? Please tell me I’m awake, I can’t be sleeping, I can’t…

He whimpers, curled tightly into himself, too worried to touch her out of fear of hurting her. Instead, his nails dig hard enough into his palms to draw blood, and he nearly bites through his lower lip trying to stifle himself.

“Yes, Sarkis. You’re awake. You’re not sleeping, you’re not dreaming.” Though she would have preferred if he slept, for the sake of his mental state at the moment. She knows not to press it, though, not right now. There would be time later.

She gently took his hands, uncurling his fingers from his bloody palms and cradling his hands within her own. She pressed the smallest of kisses to his hair, the softest form of affection she could muster, before she murmured, “Talk to me, baby… Tell me what’s been going on. Let me help you…”

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[wonderwolf-ellie]

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It’s been five days.

He hasn’t slept, really, only fell in and out of fitful nightmares composed of dark and roaring and overwhelming guilt. He’s gross and exhausted and his grip on his magic is weak, and he keeps nodding off only to be plagued by memories he’s already tried desperately to bury. Like now, in the middle of standing in the kitchen, trying to remember what he was looking for.

Instead of turning to the fridge like he’s supposed to, he shuts his eyes for a second, wavering on the spot, and jumps awake when something lunges at him in his dream.

No - no no no no no –

Sarkis shudders, gripping the counter tightly, golden veins rolling through him in a bright pulse before he gets himself under control. And promptly crumples to the floor and bursts into tears. Oops.

She had been worried about him ever since the night terrors began. Ever since the tremors, the panicked whispers. She had comforted him as best she could, but had wanted to give him space, to give him time to work it out on his own.

There was no longer any time, she realized.

Ellie jolts as she hears the tears from where she’s in their room, putting away laundry, and it’s hardly a blink of an eye until she’s there in the kitchen with Sarkis. Her heart aches to see him in this state, his veins glowing like rivers of gold as he lays in a disheveled heap on the tile floor, sobbing hard and breathlessly. She’s on her knees, on his level, in mere moments, her arms opening to envelope him into them.

“Sarkis,” she murmurs, soft and patient, as she gently attempts to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Sarkis, breathe, baby… You’re okay. You’re okay.”

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"You really need to get away from me, you smell too tempting" (ellie)

But Ellieeeee…

The god groans from the couch, barely dressed, sprawling out and clawing at the cushions needily. If she won’t come closer, and is banning him from getting closer to her, he’s just going to sit here and whine pathetically until she gives in and gives him permission.

[wonderwolf-ellie]

Though the tactic is pitiful, and might never work on anyone else, it was certainly working on Ellie. She sighs heavily, running a clawed hand through her thick hair as she spares another glance at his sprawled body. She could easily smell the knead wafting off of him, naturally triggering her own instinct to claim and tame. But she reminded herself that she wasn’t in the wild, she didn’t have to act on those instincts… not unless Sarkis really wanted her too.

“Fine,” she concedes with a sigh, and she pats her thigh encouragingly, allowing Sarkis the space in her lap, if he wished to sprawl or settle there. “But I’m not responsible for any marks I might leave on you as a result.”

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{+} hot damn

[wonderwolf-ellie]

“If you drop that cigarette in my garden, I will literally smack the pretty off your face,” Ellie huffed, hardly looking up from where she was weeding a patch of petunias. “I told you I’d play with you later. Unless you’re here to help.”

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“Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.” (Ellie)

Maybe if you ask nicely. Nicer than that.

Grinning, Sarkis mouths across the mark he’s already left, kissing soothingly at the bruise and teeth-dents, practically purring.

What do I get if I bite you again, gayl?

[banhammered-blog]

wonderwolf-ellie:

She groaned behind her bitten lip, her claws kneading firmly along his shoulders - not hard enough to bite the skin, but certainly enough to show that she was serious about how much she wanted this. 

“You might get me saying please,” she murmured, her voice husky but her lips smiling as she breathed shallowly against Sarkis’s ear. With a slow, deliberate drag of her claws along his spine, she added, “And anything else you want… please.”

Sarkis shudders hard and groans sharply at the claws on his back, arching away from them out of habit. How’s he supposed to refuse her like this?

The second “please” comes out of her mouth, he sinks his teeth into a fresh patch of flesh, biting even harder than the last time - near hard enough to draw blood, if he pushed just a touch more.

[wonderwolf-ellie]

A sharp, jagged moan bursts from her lips as her lover’s teeth take hold on her skin, intending on leaving a fresh mark on her. A claim on her, that would no doubt be mirrored by the red lines she left on his back. She groaned and cursed once again, that single word, “fuck,” falling hot from her tongue and against his ear, as her claws dragged slowly, deliberately, down his shoulder blades and along his ribs. Her legs wrapped even more tightly around him, urging him further against her and damning the fact that they were both still wearing shorts.

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❝ I do believe in you. ❞ (ellie)

Why?

The little god’s voice is just as small, unsure if he should let her think what she likes or try to prove her wrong.

You know you shouldn’t, Ellie. Right?

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wonderwolf-ellie:

“And why not?”

Her voice is gentle, as gentle as her hands as they cradle his cheeks to bring him up for a press of her lips to his brow. Her arms then slip around him, cradling him close to her chest, to the heart that’s beating for him. “I’ll always believe in you,” she assured sincerely, softly against his hair. “As a god, as my friend, and as my mate.”

Glancing away from her at first, he cringes at the kiss, tensing up in protest.

I - You shouldn’t –

He sounds weak and ashamed even to his own ears, and clams up instinctively, hiccuping wetly with the start of tears and a choked up throat. Sarkis presses himself as close to her chest as he can, fingers curling tight into her shirt. Whimpering quietly, refusing to look up at her, he shakes his head almost frantically in disagreement.

[wonderwolf-ellie]

She gently hushes him, her arms wrapping around him to keep him close, to keep him safe. She wanted to assure him that he was loved, that no matter what he did or who he was, she would always be at his side. She brushes her fingers through his hair, taming the tangles among the curls and hoping to sooth his broken, silent sobs. 

“I know what you think of yourself,” she murmurs after a long while. “And I promise you... it doesn’t change a thing. I’m with you till the end, baby.”

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” I brought you a collar. ” (Ellie)

Oh. That catches his attention. His head snaps up hard enough to give him whiplash, eyes dark with interest.

Can I have it, or do I have to do something with it?

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wonderwolf-ellie:

Ellie hardly stops her lips from splitting into a Cheshire grin as she easily captures his attention, and she delicately traces a few clawed fingers along his rough cheek before slowly raking themthrough his hair. “You can have it, if you really want it,” she mused, almost as a purr. “But I might just have to hear the magic word~”

Sarkis sinks into her attention, a soft groan slipping from his throat as his eyes flutter shut. A few seconds of quiet and then he manages to find his voice again, whining softly as he blinks too-bright eyes open once more.

Please, Ellie? Please collar me.

[wonderwolf-ellie]

If she could have, Ellie would have purred at that humbled request. She certainly enjoyed when his gaze grew desperate like that, when his throat was taut with groans and sounds he dare not make yet. Not yet. She simple smiles, claws digging through his nest of hair and holding him still as she teases him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then she pulls back to lift the collar to his throat. “I hope you don’t mind leather,” she muses sincerely as she slowly, gently adjusts the tightness. “If it’s uncomfortable, I can pad it. Tell me when to stop.”

[wonderwolf-ellie]

❝ I’ve brought you a gift. ❞

“A gift!” Ellie repeats with excited surprise, and she all but leaps from her dressing table, her hair only but half braided. “For what occasion? My nameday isn’t for another week~”

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send me 'i want the k'

[wonderwolf-ellie]

1: Hot, Steamy kiss 2: Cheek Kiss 3: Nose Kiss 4: Forehead Kiss 5: Firm Kiss 6: Gentle Peck 7: Romantic Kiss 8: Eyelid Kiss 9: Jawline Kiss 10: Neck Kiss 11: Collarbone Kiss 12: Chest Kiss 13: Stomach Kiss 14: Kiss Along the Hips 15: Kiss in the Rain 16: Upside-Down Kiss 17: Goofy Kiss 18: Underwater Kiss 19: Forceful Kiss 20: Any of the Above 21: Then there’s tongue

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Touch Meme

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

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ＬＡＢＹＲＩＮＴＨ → the sentence meme

Below you will find quotes taken directly or paraphrased from the movie 'Labyrinth'. You know, the one starring David Bowie's bulge. Send in one of the following to see how my muse reacts:

❝ I ask for so little. ❞

❝ Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want. ❞

❝ Just fear me, love me - do as I say and I will be your slave.❞

❝ You remind me of the babe. ❞

❝ That’s not fair! ❞

❝ Give me the child. ❞

❝ You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is? ❞

❝ I have been generous up ‘til now; I can be cruel. ❞

❝ You cowered before me, I was frightening. ❞

❝ I have reordered time; I have turned this world upside down, and I have done it all for you! ❞

❝ I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. ❞

❝ Isn’t that generous? ❞

❝ Your mother is a fraggin’ aardvark! ❞

❝ Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. ❞

❝ I move the stars for no one. ❞

❝ Your eyes can be so cruel. ❞

❝ If she ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a prince. ❞

❝ If he ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a princess. ❞

❝ You’re him, aren’t you? ❞

❝ You’re her, aren’t you? ❞

❝ My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. ❞

❝ You have no power over me. ❞

❝ How you turn my world, you precious thing. ❞

❝ Well then, come on, which way? ❞

❝ Which way do you want to go, hm? ❞

❝ Was that wrong? ❞

❝ I’ve brought you a gift. ❞

❝ But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. ❞

❝ In nine hours and twenty-three minutes…you’ll be mine. ❞

❝ Where you goin’ with a head like that? ❞

❝ No, I said ‘allo’, but that’s close enough. ❞

❝ It’s only forever, not long at all. ❞

❝ All right then, throw down your weapons, and I’ll see that you’re well-treated. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me truth hurts, because it hurts like hell. ❞

❝ No one can blame you for walking away. ❞

❝ I don’t know why, but every now and again in my life - for no reason at all - I need you. ❞

❝ The way forward is sometimes the way back. ❞

❝ It’s very rude to stare! ❞

❝ What did you have to go and do a thing like that for? ❞

❝ What’d you expect fairies to do? ❞

❝ What’s the matter, my dear, don’t like your toys? ❞

❝ There’s such a sad love, deep in your eyes. ❞

❝ I’ll place the sky within your eyes. ❞

❝ What kind of magic spell to use? ❞

❝ I’ll paint you mornings of gold. ❞

❝ I’ll spin you Valentine evenings. ❞

❝ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ❞

❝ We’re choosing the path between the stars. ❞

❝ I’ll leave my love between the stars. ❞

❝ How you turned my world, you precious thing. ❞

❝ You starve and near exhaust me. ❞

❝ I do believe in you. ❞

❝ I live without the sunlight. ❞

❝ I love without your heartbeat. ❞

❝ I can’t live within you. ❞

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❝ I do believe in you. ❞ (ellie)

Why?

The little god’s voice is just as small, unsure if he should let her think what she likes or try to prove her wrong.

You know you shouldn’t, Ellie. Right?

[wonderwolf-ellie]

“And why not?”

Her voice is gentle, as gentle as her hands as they cradle his cheeks to bring him up for a press of her lips to his brow. Her arms then slip around him, cradling him close to her chest, to the heart that’s beating for him. “I’ll always believe in you,” she assured sincerely, softly against his hair. “As a god, as my friend, and as my mate.”

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“Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.” (Ellie)

Maybe if you ask nicely. Nicer than that.

Grinning, Sarkis mouths across the mark he’s already left, kissing soothingly at the bruise and teeth-dents, practically purring.

What do I get if I bite you again, gayl?

[wonderwolf-ellie]

She groaned behind her bitten lip, her claws kneading firmly along his shoulders - not hard enough to bite the skin, but certainly enough to show that she was serious about how much she wanted this. 

“You might get me saying please,” she murmured, her voice husky but her lips smiling as she breathed shallowly against Sarkis’s ear. With a slow, deliberate drag of her claws along his spine, she added, “And anything else you want... please.”