Hello Again..

hello… again..

hey people… lowkey want to start writing? question mark? so i am accepting requests as of now! probably only small drabbles, headcanons, that sort of thing nothing too long. i really only will be writing for ellie, fluff and smut (maybe angst if im strong enough)! i do prefer sub!ellie so keep that in mind while sending smut requests, open to subtop!ellie as well:))

sub…ellie….nnngghhh

also won’t write any weird age play shit, incest/step-cest, non-con, threesome things with ellie and other tlou characters (sorryyyy not my thing☹️)

thank yew!

ellie… be real please…

[✶] — YOUTUBER!ELLIE HEADCANNONS

DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS — EIGHTEEN PLUS, usage of cursing, mentions of kicking vagina (idk what else 😭)

AUTHOR’S NOTE, hoorah!

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who will never in a million years stop saying out of pocket shit.

She’s playing nun massacre by the creators puppet combo when she starts talking her shit — she is a bark, no bite type of a girl.. — “Let that nun come in here, Ima Liu Kang kick her coochie.” she says, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration with a hint of fear. (autocorrect hella fear). She’s a room, crouched by a drawer, searching for items when she continues her rave. “Phoosh, me, scared?” she rolls her eyes with too much confidence. “I wanna see that saggy titty bitch come—“ she cuts herself off when the screen start glitching indicating the enemy nearby and immediately scurries in a corner.

The moment she’s in the corner, she looks striaght into the camera, expression changed within seconds. “Guys—no, i’m not scared.” she whines when she hears footsteps. Let’s just say she is, not that she’ll admit it.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who swears she’s not flexing when she shows her goosebumps.

“You guys don’t know how clenched my asshole is… AHH!—stupid ass bird!” she shouts when a jumpscare plays. “I got the chills, guys. Look, not even tryna to flex so don’t go in the comment saying that I am.” She pauses the game and promptly lifts the sleeve of her shirt to show the camera her muscles that are practically bulging out — yeah totally not “flexing”.

“You guys see them? The chills that kill.” she says, looking at her arm through the face cam and running her finger along her beefy bicep to point out the nonexistent goosebumps.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who made a challenge for herself to post everyday for a month, but never has accomplished it.

“Guys, I swear on my uncles saggy tits, i’m gonna get this shit done.” She says, running a hand through her hair, seeming determined, yet somewhat stressed about it. Which her fans seem to notice almost instantly, making the comments on that video very sweet. :(

Itsme123: “Hey man don’t overwork yourself, you’re doing great!

Purpleismyfav: “You don’t stress yourself out over a challenge, we’ll always be here!

Gayforelliewilliams: “You got this! We love you, Ellie!

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who starts posting vlogs more often that consist of her making breakfast, working out (which gets deadly amount of views.), her walking around the city she lives in.

Youtuber!Ellie who’s a fucking idiot when recording one of these said vlogs when she unexpectedly meets you, but her first impression does leaves a mark behind!

“Yo, guys, look at this fine ass girl.” she says, pointing the camera towards you before realizing what’s she doing can end with her sitting in a jail cell and almost drops the camera trying to face it towards her again, hoping you didn’t notice her antics, but you did.

The first impression wasn’t great…you immediately came up to her, angry. “Hey, you creep! Why the fuck are you recording me?!” you interrogated.

God, she knew this wasn’t the right time, but the way you yelled at her was so hot. “I’m…Im sorry…I didn’t mean to! I was just recording for my blog, uhm, I’ll cut it out.” her eyebrows furrowed in concern, she felt her face drop, losing its warmth. She didn’t want to come on as a creep who records random women! Even though thats what she was doing in the moment minus the creepy intentions part, but nonetheless that was the last thing she wanted to be!

“Please do!” you frown, and walk away. “The decency on some people!” Ellie can hear you say as you walk off.

A defeated sigh escapes her lips, and she immediately opens her camera again. “Y’all, I messed up my chance with another baddie…” she says with a sad huff.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who’s in bed, days later scrolling on tiktok with her chip coated fingers that leave behind residue stains when she sees a familiar face. Licking her fingers, she pauses the video, and looks at one of the girls being interviewed on what song they were singing to. It was you.

What were the chances of her ever seeing you again? Literally, zilch, but here she is commenting, “Yo, who’s the 4th baddie? 🌝”

It took about ten minutes to get mutliples comments and likes, but she didn’t care, she was looking for you, not the other comments responding to hers saying, “Nooo, my chances with are ruined 💔” or “Ellie’s a simp.”

Until one of her fans did pull through, and @ you.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie’s heart pounding out of her chest as she scrolled through your tiktok. She could feel her cheek becoming warm, just looking through your media, and after a little stalking, she followed you.

When you got the notification, and mutiple tags of people saying this about a girl named ellie? You opened your phone and scrolled through tiktok until.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who got a notification on tiktok that you followed her back. Let’s just say she almost recreated her infamous scene of her falling out of her chair.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who accidentally pressed the “👋👋👋”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who screamed “No!” when she realized she did, and threw her phone across the room.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who was throwing clothes around her already messy room trying to find her phone that she threw after hearing her phone ring.

“Where are you, you fucking—Ahah, Got your ass!” she squeals, and looks at your response, “Hey, you’re that one creep who recorded me, aren’t you?”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who was surprised with how smooth you two were getting acquaint. She obviously asked for your number because she fucking hates texting on tiktok, plus who does that? And you two were actually hitting it off.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who doesn’t immediately want to reveal her career, wanting to be known for her, not for her channel. So when you ask if she was a youtuber, Ellie plays it off smoothly… at least that’s she think…

“So what was with the camera? You have a fetish for fliming random girls?” you voice receiving on her end of the phone, causing her to wince.

“N-No…” she sighs, feeling her face heat up as she thinks of an explaination that doesn’t expose everything.

You couldn’t help, but to laugh, making Ellie’s heart flutter at the sound of it. “You know I’m kidding, right?” She could hear your smile through the phone, making one appear on hers.

“Yeah, no, of course!” she responds quickly, but after curses herself mentally for being so awkward. “Uhm, it was just a project for my film class.”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who did ask you out on a date (finally) and was extremely nervous for it that she sent out a tweet asking for tips on what not to do, but was met with her fans teasing her.

Andrewking101: “Make sure to leave your camera behind!”

Princessbubblegumfan14: “Make sure your flyer is up.”

FinnyDinny101: “Don’t fall out of the chair!”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who trips four times on your date together.

“Youre pretty clumsy.” a giggle can be heard from you which makes Ellie turn even more red.

“Yeah, sorry, you just keep making me fall to my knees.”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who preread her stupid puns book, for just in case.

“Speaking of grapes,” she smirks. “What did the green grape say to the purple grape?”

You smile, already starting laugh. “Uhm, I don’t know, what?”

“Breathe, you idiot!”

Let’s just say your first date was one of many dates that bloomed into something more!

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who was finally came clean on the third date and was extremely nervous to tell you about her career. Since there was a chance you wouldn’t think being a youtuber was a real job, but you took it rather well.

“Ellie, I know that already. Didn’t really take rocket science.” you deadpan, your face too serious for her comfort.

“Oh,” she trails off, looking away as she scratches the back of her neck. “Right…” she whispers, cursing herself for being an idiot.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who accidentally kinda exposes your relationship, a week after of you guys making it official. But she played it cool.

…at least she thinks that.

“Yeah, my girl—“ she stops, accidentally swallowing the food she was chewing when she realize what she was gonna say. “I mean friend likes sushi too.” she says in between coughs.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who turns paler than she is now when she sees pictures surface rather quickly of you two out in public. What did she expect honestly? Her fans are borderline insane and delusional for her, were they not gonna catch on? What made Ellie more scared is the “don’t get a fuck” outfit she had on compared to the outfit you had on. Girl legit looked like a bum holding hands with a goddess, and as usual her fandom did not take it lightly.

Kingpin123: “WHATT YOU GOT A FUCKING GIRL?

Wolfgangnation: This just came in, Ellie Williams from Ellieswolfgang has a girlfriend! I repeat she has a girlfriend!

fleshunger: NOOOO HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! TO OUR KIDS?! 💔

Ellieswife: How did bro get that? LOOKING LIKE THAT 😭

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who has relief when her fans like you, and instead dogged on her for looking like a cat’s hairball, but you assure with many cuddles and love that you’d still love her if she was.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie’s followers finding soon after the reveal of you find Ellie reposting shit like this on TikTok.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who makes tiktok’s like these randomly, and her comments are just as expected.

GamergurlHJ: Oh to be Y/N… 😞

Skibidi1233: Me and who?

Justinbieberfan1294: Stoppp they’re actually so cute I can’t 😭

But also you guys.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who puts you in her vlogs and legit has to cut some of the clips short because it’s full on just her groping and kissing you like goddamn give the girl some breath, ellie!

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who now cannot stop talking about you in every single youtuber video. It’s literally oh, y/n this, y/n that. It’s ridiculous, even her fans in the comment section start a count on the amount of mentions.

FREEPALESTINE: thirty in today’s video, y’all… 😐

Happyveevee: If my girlfriend isn’t like this, i don’t want ‘em. 💯

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who purposefully plays games that you helped program in just to mention you.

“Oh, shit, guys! My girlfriend worked on this game! She so fucking cool, man.” she smiles to herself, knowing damn well she knew.

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie who’s caught being a cutie by yours truly on one of her vlogs at the beach. it goes on like standard blog, the buildup to the now resting point.

The camera pans to ellie on a lawn chair, focused, so focused in fact if you looked closely you’d see the tip of her tongue poking out of her lips ever so slightly. Accompanying her are two remotes, one in hand and another on her lap. Below resting on the sand are two toy construction vehicles; an excavator and a dump truck. The remote in her hands seems to be controlling the excavator since it’s promptly picking and pouring sand on the back of the dump truck, making a miniature ant hill.

You couldn’t help but to snort at her antics which are utterly adorable in your eyes, but your snickering doesn’t go unnoticed, catching the auburnette’s attention. “Hey, are you recording me?” she frowns, intentionally giving you puppy eyes.

You giggle, nodding. “Yup, and you better keep it in the video, or else.” you threaten playfully with a smirk.

“Or else, what?” she retorts playfully, scooping up sand and commanding the machine towards your direction. “Uhh—Ellie, what are you doing?” you raise a eyebrow, but soon get your answer when she pressed a button, promptly making the machine pour its content on your thigh. “Ellie!” you scoff, instinctively lifting your thigh up and accidentally sending the sand all over you. Ellie’s laugh serve as background noise from your muttered curses as you shook all the sand off of you.

On the bright side she kept that part in the video!

YouTuber!Ellie who’sliterally that one audio “I like him. I like that autistic man.”

Imagining Youtuber!Ellie’s fans dogging on her for the way she act with you on camera.

Lilwaynetay: Bro the type to call her “mommy” while giving her this look “🥺”.

NBAstarfan: Bro the type to be at the dinner table with her knife and fork upright and cloth wrapped around her neck.

Not gonna say which one is true…

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[✶] — PERMANENT TAGLIST, @dyk3ang3l, @elliesprettygirl, @les4elliewilliams, @r3starttt, @slut4mascss, @marsworlddd, @bready101, @abbysleftbicepp, @airenaa, @caraphernellie, @astralnymphh, @whore87, @kaiilectric, @sapphicontherun, @mikellie, @nihilisticangelbby

[!] — PLACE AGES AND PRONOUNS IN BIOS, to be added to my taglist!

i have a tongue piercing this was made just for me IM GOING INSANEEEWSFHKYSSFJGEDG

tloutopia co-president craves sub!ellie getting oral but reader has a tongue piercing.. yeah.

before you read!

☆: dearest co-president your brain…we shall display it in the most ornate jar encrusted with shimmering gems of the utmost quality our hard-working miners retrieved in tloutopia’s mines located in the outskirts of our nation, so every citizen shall look upon the genius it cooks up. sigh, i want a tongue piercing now. n this pic of her...AWOOOOOO anyway.

◇: SMUT!! (quite messy) oral, sub!ellie, vibrating tongue jewelry (heh), reader's kinda mean, a little overstim, squirting, multiple orgasms, reader’s a MUNCHHHH, all small text & lowercase for the aesthetic and for a change (apparently y'all prefer that n i will say it does slap…). feel this is kinda lackluster but eh. + 1.4k wc

“behave, ellie, or i'm not gonna touch you more.” the stern, yet mild order fell on deaf ears, your girlfriend squirming on top of the colorful sheets of her bed, stark bare as the day she was born.

you enjoyed making her wait, finding a sort of sick satisfaction in watching her discomfort, the wild need for release overtaking her entire being.

you relished her pained expression, copper eyebrows knitted together and emerald eyes screwed shut, cerise-pink lip taken tightly between her teeth, with a crimson blush covering her face, rendering her galaxy of freckles invisible.

what you loved even more, however, were the almost animalistic cues her body sent you, like her chest swelling and falling, akin to the ocean tides, adorned with her perky tits and rosy nipples, pebbled from the room's chilly air and erotic nature of your activities, just begging to be played with.

“please, c'mon, i'm tryin’. need you so bad, uhh.” she whined, voice thin and breathy. you stayed watching for a moment more, noticing the way her glossy folds spasmed with the need for contact.

you could just sit there by her splayed knees for years, just looking. but you never resisted giving her what she so desperately needs, you'd never leave her hanging without any sort of reward.

“patience, ‘kay? you look so pretty like this, i just wanna take it all in.” she pouted and sighed, “how hard d’you want me to beg, because i will. please. i just need you- ah!”

you decided she had waited plenty, and cut her plea off with the pad of your thumb to her pulsing clit, and two fingers inside her dripping pussy. they slid in embarrassingly easy, and in no time at all her back was arching off the mattress, knuckles turning a milky white from how hard she was gripping the sheets on either side of her.

“yesyesyes, fuckkk- mmm.” she was lost in the pleasure of a few simple motions, the pumping in and out and circling up above, already gushing around your digits and whining uncontrollably, but you didn't want this to stop just there. you had a very special surprise for her resting just behind your lips, some new jewelry to try.

it was common knowledge ellie loved your tongue piercing, she preached there was nothing better. whenever you ate her out, the chilly metal ball against her heated folds provided a sensation unlike any other, turning her mind to a fucked out mess after the lightest brush. and as a matter of fact, that was a win-win situation, considering buried between her thighs was your favorite place to be.

but she had no clue what was currently in your mouth would increase that exponentially, new vibrating jewelry you purchased in secret. you couldn't wait to see her reaction to it, so you felt alright with torturing her a bit beforehand.

you retracted your fingers from her pussy, almost feeling bad. “no, no, why'd you do that, come on. you're so mean…what the fuck.” she panted in desperation, her eyes filling with tears from your rudeness. “i was so close too…” she whimpered, looking genuinely defeated. “sorry ellie, but i got somethin’ even better for you.”

you stuck out your tongue, the large pill-shaped ball gleaming with your spit. “that's a new one.” she said without emotion, unimpressed. now you had to make it up to her.

leaning over her, you brought your lips to hers, kissing her deeply, intertwining your tongue with hers and swallowing every tiny pant that left her. then you moved down, kissing her neck, sucking the delicate skin in your mouth, leaving blooming raspberry marks to admire later. you then went to her chest, feeling her shudder whenever your teeth grazed her nipples. all while ever so often looking up at her through half-lidded eyes, you were relieved to see a blissful smile on her pretty face.

you kissed all the way down her stomach and wispy happy trail, then skipped down to her parted thighs, gently nipping at the soft, creamy flesh. she had hoisted herself up to rest on her elbows, eager to watch you work your magic, strands of hair falling in her eyes.

finally you moved in to lick a stripe up her slit, reinserting your fingers inside her pussy, curling upwards and sending strong waves of pleasure throughout her body. 

she falls back off her elbows, breathing heavily while you're devouring her, drinking up her nectar. you make sure to run your piercing against her clit just how she likes it, causing her to jerk and hiss at every tap, the cold sensation a shock to her system, before sucking the bud into your mouth. 

above, she's whining and moaning, incoherent noises slipping from her pouty lips, and pleas for more filling the air. “that's so good…please don't stop, please.” her hand flew to grab the back of your head, holding you close to her so you wouldn't move away. the way she was reacting, how voice was breaking, and the way she let you push her legs even further apart to dive in as much as you could was heaven for you as is, you almost forgot something very important. 

now it was time for the star of the show.

you paused to turn it on with a click, the buzzing louder than you had anticipated. she looked down at you with a cocked eyebrow, but then you attached the vibrating bit to her clit, causing her to squeal from the intensity. 

you didn't move your tongue, letting your fingers do all the work below, prodding against her g-spot repeatedly, massaging the soft tissue. she was whining and writhing about, her thighs closing tightly around your head. it was like she was trying to suffocate you, but you would happily die that way.

a few cries or your name later, the orgasm hit her like a truck, the knot in her abdomen snapping forcefully, her grip on your head was so strong, it hurt. when the peak passed you continued working her through it, licking and sucking, the vibrations of the jewelry providing an incomprehensible amount of pleasure to her.

even when she was twitching and jolting from the sensations, you didn't let up just yet, too entranced by her taste, utterly pussy-drunk. your fingers slowed, but your tongue remained on her thumping clit, the buzzing of the device never faltering. “what the- oh my guhhh”. she slurred as the second orgasm overtook her, walls firmly clenching around your digits and her eyes rolling back in her skull from the all consuming pleasure.

she squirted all over your face too, the warm liquid trickling down your chin, filling your mouth with the taste. “so fuckin' sweet,” you murmured against her, the vibrations of your voice shooting up through her spine, her choked moans dancing though the air.

your grip on her hips got tighter as you worked her through it all, lapping up every drop, and listening to the symphony of gasps falling from her lips. “too much, too much..” she whispered upon coming down from it, and it took great effort on your end to turn the ring off and separate yourself from her. she just had you hooked. you did so slowly, trailing wet, open mouthed kisses all over her still-tense thighs and waist. 

she looked dazed, but satisfied beyond belief, a thin sheen of sweat making her glow like an angel, you thought, her chest rising and falling steadily as the relaxation and exertion set in. you climbed up to lay next to her, and hold her tightly against you.

happy murmurs fell from her lips as you cozied up right next to her, then she started chuckling, her face bright red. “that thing’s powerful, shit. never get rid of it.” you guffawed at her comment, you’re glad she had a good time, and mumbled praises to her temple, “you did so good, so good for me, els.” she grinned widely and squeezed you close to her, giggling as she said one last, mischievous thing. “i'm booking a tongue piercing appointment now, just you wait!” it seems you were in for a treat.

brainstorming an idea…. green needling… hear me out. the song guess by charli xcx but it’s sub!ellie? you guys are on a date and when she sits down you see her wearing a pink mesh thong… girl definitely wore them for you to see them obviously and let’s just say you had her for dessert in the car in the parking lot!!

oh. my. god.

♯┆ellie nsfw masterlist

you guys wanted the photos i used. so i gave you that and more! ## disclamer; every link here leads to a website containing porn, ads, and nakey jumpscares. click at your own risk. i tried my best to compile every picture/video that isn't exaggerated/weird/horrifying. i risked my eyes for you. there's definitely more than what i've selected, but i'm not sure what everyone likes!

ellie sitting in a chair. titties out.

ellie fingering herself woahhh

ellie smoking with her titties out.

ellie yitties out. covered in blood.

ellie naked, in the darkness: part 1 part 2

ellie artfully naked graced by the sunlight / another version

ellie naked and serving body tbh

ellie naked and bound at the wrists why is the tattoo on the wrong arm ♥ possibly ai idk

ellie enjoying herself in peace

ellie enjoying herself again. eyes closed 🙈

weed scene edit, ellie shirtless.

ellie yitties out in seattle. looking mischievous.

ellie and dina nipple sucking. my dream.

ellie and dina taking a selfie. not entirely naked! ARMPIT HAIR!

ellie naked and doing this cunty pose.

ellie yitties out AGAIN. looking ponderous.

ellie and dina kissing. boobie peek feature.

pov: ur on ellie's ceiling and she's naked again omfg this whore

ellie fingering herself again.

happy halloween!

ellie sucking dinas nipple with thirst and VIGOR.

ellie eating dina out. toe-clenchingly. / other angle / part 2

ellie strapping dina and grabbing her neck. whew!

ellie and dina scissoring. ELLIE BUSH!

ellie and dina kissing it's very magical and picturesque oh and they're naked.

ellie getting fingered by another girl.

ellie and dina getting freaky on a couch: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

knight!ellie coded tbh. murdered everyone while naked ig

ellie. naked. chilling by a campfire. life can't get better than that.

ellabs making out. naked. finally amiright.

ellie getting backshots from abby DAMN!

ellie and dina getting freaky deaky again.

ellie titties for the billionth time.

ellie getting her ass ate by dina. / and again here.

ellie with nipple piercings.

ellie in a cute pair of panties. i support tbh.

ellie laxing naked in the sunlight. yummy belly button piercing.

okay ellie getting her pussy ate on mars???

that's about it. i went up to page 100 on the website and there was still more. couldn't handle it anymore i'm sorry LMFAOO. ellie header credit.

AWWHH SHUCKS this is the best compliment ever actually. i’m kicking my feet rn as we speak 🤗🤗

Hey, Ellie, You There?

# 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓? : ellie williams x fem!reader

# 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! : Only dirty things inhereit her mind when she notices you wearing the panties she bought you on this recreational trip to Tokyo. It's all she's thinkin about, that thought-provoking lace of desire. Wants to try it, bite it, lick it, spit it, pull it to the side, and get all up in it.

# 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 : honestly struggled with this one as there's no angst and i've got the itch to write purely angst and fluff, but.. hey.. a little smut never hurt anyone! anyways this is my piece for the brat challenge in this discord server, join if you want to partake in stuff/get sneak peeks on fics.. thanks to @caraphernellie for proofreading <3

# 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 ! : mdni, smut, modicum of plot (take this with a grain of salt), oral (r!receiving), established relationship, absolutely pussydrunk!ellie, switch!ellie (subtop leaning), no decorum, modern universe obviously so riley + jesse never died (yay for riley appearance), mostly just about the smut, messy messy, yeah, petnames used: baby, babe, good girl.

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IF EYES COULD UNDRESS

Ellie had never flown outside the States before October.

Japan in autumn is the perfect pocket of time for visiting, loyal tourists say. Noting its capricious spirit; falling back shoulders-first into the hot, cicada summer, which if anything the clicking whines mock the brutal sweating, palming bottles of imitation winter to outwardly parched necks, and stumbling brittle into the cold, pearl-white cries of clouds, aching the bones of everything tangible; it becomes obvious that you should land somewhere in the middle. Autumn is medial there, despite leaning gently towards the glossary of the year.

October was designated the month of living it up.

Letting loose in a foreign country.

Talk of escaping Jackson—while not a serious, eloping sort of hustle you whisper inside dark gaps of midnight—kept inspiriedly sparking and sparking from Jesse until he could condition everybody to a date, place, and gathered cough-ups and petty cash he could scrape from his home floors.

She, of course, freshly mulleted and on the lookout for your infinitely loving days, galloped after you. You go, she goes.

Tickets of your name and hers lived in your hearth-brown lockbox for a summer; the idea interested you easy, and whenever you go, Ellie is strung by a leash to; puppy-trained.

You knew your money set-aside was kept on your mind's line for one purpose and one purpose only: Tokyo, the plane there. But during a violet, tender spring morning, a few feet into the bathroom, you felt the crisp quiet crackle at your nape, and her body moor in to press you hotly.

“One trip to Tokyo..” she whispers. There was a drumroll pause and her right hand lifted between you and the mirror, a fingerhold of two tickets covering your face. “Coming up!” She had squealed it so softly quiet, so huskily, so promptly marked by a chuckle, you forgave her in that moment for securing the tickets under your radar. Forward your intentions.

Then, October and Tokyo came.

Her bag was a medley. Camera, comics, hair ties, caps, glasses, that stupid sock monkey, old crosswords Joel never consummated; aside essentials, and quite unessentially systemless; socks and sock monkey stored together. Okay, maybe there's a pun to it.

Where her mind took you two, however, was very organized and pre-contemplated.

Shibuya City. Fashion central, the ultimate juncture of crossroads, pandemonium at its greatest count, and it played deliberate cat and mouse with her wallet. Hand in hand, inside a lingerie store down the grand crosswalk, a surrounding of laces and ladies' ligatures in thought-provoking shapes ran her mind into the deepest gutter. One look at the darkest, laciest pair (with the little bows) of panties, and her hand was playing thumb-wars with her pocket for her wallet. You had the money! Had your reservations and expenses lined like stallions in a stable, but Ellie: a hades-bent girl bent on paying every picayune thing forward, insisted the ticket, and now this lacy thing of sex appeal, as a gift and nothing more than your sake.

Speaking of sex, one could imagine, “Just a gift to add to your humoungus collection, maybe more special though since I bought them. Think you'd look good in 'em, no?” is an evasive mouthful of wordage and awkward neck-rubs that really just translates to, “Wanna see these on you, babe.” Or maybe the puncture of her heavy breath and currant-redness of her taken expression eyeing as you hold the pair to your hips, low-lidded, lip-licked, read honestly instead as, “Gotta take them off you, yeah? Please?” Always a cherry-on-top girl.

Please, please, please.

Yeah, she bought them, and yeah, you'll wear them. Days after the threshold of your trip, tonight is the night. Bottom of the pit; living like a disaster; shots poured for everyone, by everyone.

Tonight, you tear new lace.

Laughter convenes at the place fruitions of humor normally do: the dining table. Low on the tatami, pillowed on the outskirts, it made a neat area of function for a messy laurel of people.

Dina, by far, was the messiest, most pell-mell in the manner she refurbished shot glass after shot glass for Riley: one amoung the rowdiest who challenged Jesse to a bet of 'who would fall off the wagon first; who could stay as sober as a judge?' Get a personal question wrong, you drink to your errors.

Two leaves in the laurel drank up the riveting theatrics instead, not so much the alcohol. Ellie and you, you and Ellie; mumbling about somethings in the dark of statures, rarely turning your eyes from the others at game—at least from your perspective. She could have been staking her seconds to count the hairs on your nape, writing lyrics over the features awake in her sightline, spilling her thyme greens and rainforest limbals into your skin, undressing your whispers. You wouldn't know.

Until she inevitably makes herself obvious.

“New earrings?” That crisp voice again, cracking where your head can only turn. She retires the singular silence with it, sparking up conversation with whatever she could muster, whatever she could see. “Kinda looks like a pair you already got.”

Ellie is pretty damn observant. Nothing goes unnoticed—not even the nominal shifts in your vast expression. So when you give her your eyes before your words, she knows there's an unspoken tease in sightly tensions. “Mhm. Wore everything I bought here so far to the concert earlier.”

“Yeah, noticed that too.”

Observation surpasses way beyond the slatted blinds of her simple lust. There is art, there is health. Her own eyes give themselves to thanking each meridian of your skin for being out to view tonight. She remembers every limb for midnight: the angle, the fragility, the firmness, limning for a page in her journal. An artist needs their intrepid eyes before their pens. She traces, and traces, down and down until her eyes find the shadow of lace.

She remembers that lace very well.

The corners of her lips crease up. “Those the panties I picked out for you?” Surprised with shy pride.

Her eyes drag from the beltline of your pants to where the lace pokes out, slowly undressing you. Then, her quiet thumb follows along, feeling over the drooping boundary of lace that sinks between and under your denim. All you can see are her eyes downturned, lashes and lids so focused, so content with the feel-good consequence of buying those panties. The things she could do with them heating her mind.

Fuck, if eyes could undress you.

“You mean the ones you took a gazillion pictures of me in when I tried them on?”

“Well when you put it like that—I mean, you looked good in them.” She scatters quick into a fluster, abashed to even face you now. “Fuck, shouldn't have said anything.” Her smile crinkles.

“Truth and drinking don't mix.” That in itself is a truth, spoken by none other than a young adult; the cliche age reckless abandon should inhabit the feasting teeth of. “Blame the alcohol.” You toss back another velvety shot, punctuating that accusation.

Guile is the furthest thing from Ellie. She could not be more public, more unsubtle about what that tangle of lace does to her. Make her stomach flip? Wash her freckles in bleeding raspberries? Still her thumb on your hip? Make her lovingly sick? The list grows as it goes, and each nuance pointed toward her surrender to simple lust; biting back, sucking breath one moment, avoiding your face and brushing her lips over your warm lobe the next.

Another confession falls from them. “Been thinking about them all day.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Yeah,” she squeaks weakly, voice barely attending.

Ellie can never resist a bit of lace.

Then, she softly droops herself with a bashful grin into where your neck carved room for her, laughing away her kisses. “Best present ever, I think.”

Spoiled, is how you felt. To have her feeding on your neck, blissful indulgence, sweating out sweetly in the corners of your jaw, which she gladly crept up to, you graciously sit still for her tongue. You go clean without pry; keeping an eye on the others at the table. They seem to be too entertained by drunken parlor games to notice. And that felt lucky, as her persistent thumb turns into hungering fingers, and soon enough her palms are kindly filling with and groping your hip, one finger tucked under the lace. Her signature; hesitantly asking you where she could get with this.

“Can't wait?”

“Sorry,” she uses her tepid breath to speak into your neck, weakly giggling. The vibrations of them ripple. “I can't help it.”

“Come on.” You climb your digits over her ductile knuckles, cradling her hand into yours. “Why don't we turn in for the night?”

“Yeah. Sounds good,” she spoke soft with eagerness, excitement, a little bit louder than the breaths before.

That thirsty sort of sensation in your hollows, your throat and your obscure, obscene and sordid thoughts that gulp to be filled with a desire come true; desperate breaths.

Yeah, she knows that feeling all too well.

Her crossed legs clasp in, and shovel under into a kneel, pushing herself as you beckon her to get up with a telling, ghostly tug. She straightens out and sticks close: close as you stand, close as you cross a few feet to part dirty, droplet-trickled shot glasses onto the counter, close as you say your goodnights.

Ellie kept quiet. Ellie went smoothly. She, pumped to the limits of her heart, drooped her head to the ground where her excited eyes could toss however, and wherever they want. Where she could glimpse into obscure corners, and think about it again. The lace; the baroque, busy, enticing and tasty lace. The fabric that has her teeth grinding into her lip as it builds a hot pressure between her legs. It hisses alongside her repeating thoughts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Think I'm gonna head to bed, now. Lightweight over here breached her soberness already and won't stop drooling on my shoulder.” You even nudge it against her to puncture the emphasis, and the table understandingly laughs. “Night guys.”

“Night, enjoy the snoring!” Riley blurted, sarcasm-infused and drunkenly.

Yeah, totally going to sleep, totally checkin' out.

Mind your business everybody.

CAN SHE FIT IT?

What happens when the brain-slosh of a pussydrunk mess is met with the perfect bareness of a pretty bit of lace?

Ruination.

I said you would tear new lace, just not like the hostile, hungry and hopeless fantasy that sentence immediately evokes to mind. If anything, she might almost rip those panties off of you, but Ellie is a good listener; she submits you authority and mellows her lips at your thigh, inexplainably soft under your many holds, parched and waiting difficultly.

Your fingers poured through piles of auburn, looping, under and over, pulling and perching firmly on the very center. It offers you leniency. It promises you control. However, against good listening, in the palm of your hand is an eager girl with even more eager eyes, hooded and heavy, and that eagerness is trickling out in these little mumbles against your still thigh that you concieve only by their repitition. As expected, she is impatient.

“Please?” Ellie would say again, as every other rehearsal: pouty eyes, untie a kiss, watch you watch her, look down and mumble another plead, and her do her pouty beginning again.

Aching is the patience.

Fists bite at the sides of your hips. “I've been so patient. Babe, come on..” Her loose, open mouth drags along your skin, baring a manifestation of deprivation: a painful hiss. “Shit..”

“Aw, sucks, doesn't it?” You relish and adore this disgustingly, even your giggles are lighthearted and corrupt. God, what isn't to love about a girl on her knees, toughing it out to taste you? Absolutely nothing.

You're fucking soaked.

“Yeah,” she scoffs, and jokingly reproaches you. “Sucks when my girlfriend is being a tease and won't let me help her out or anything.” Ellie figured all this necking and desperation-milking had done something to you—something she wants to fashion into persuasion, something she is on the precipice of, eyeing the lace over your crotch. “Fuckin' wet, aren't you?”

That sounded like a hard sell. Pointing out the obvious to win you over, but you play along loosely to pity her. “Mhm,” your hum vibrates through a smirk, inviting yet ingenious. “Is that what you mean by helping out?”

“Obviously.” Those fingers at your hips soften, and tuck into the waistband of your panties, easing it down an inch. “Can I?”

“Mh-mm,” you deny and shoo her hands off. “Through my panties first.” You station a thumb behind her head, nudging her closer to that lewd warmth. “Okay?”

She gulps, she quivers, and her mouth splits open, considering your request carefully. “Fuck,” she curses quietly, a curse she sinks into her damp, compliant lips as she corners in darkly. Drooping her tongue, half her face disappears into wet lace divine, and presses a hot stroke into you.

It felt increasingly fired, her tongue on you. Fabric trapped the summer of lust inside, so when she latched her own huffing mouth, and now is painstakingly savoring you through it, the tempature makes you keen; softly humming satisfaction. “Mhh, there you go, Ellie,” you shower your whisper all around her, watching her begin, begin without satanical abandon. “Just like that.”

Just like you asked.

She starts with a genuine hold-back. Her lips purse, and fit the shape of your pussy deeper in, moaning as she sucks the slick and disconnects her mouth to lick it from her drool, but she only goes that far.

Not a drop goes neglected.

She laps you again, and has to sink her eyes shut when your taste—barely there, stifled aromas of sex—overtakes her, and she has to clench her brows together, impulsively grunt, and bite your panties into a pull, giggiling when it snaps back. “Hmhm, can I touch you? Please?”

“No baby.”

Seduction is cruel. There you are, flaunting it in her face, and yet you still have the brass to restrict her. Ellie loathes it, but only partially shows that she does in wry smiles. “Really babe?” Her lips shift crookedly, and her thumbs prod themselves in the inner-top of your thighs; progressing sub rosa. “What do I have to do for this?” She enroots a kiss, just above your clit, smushing her buttony nose.

“Be patient,” you reply, and tug her head back kindly. An authorative gesture, one she winces and hazes her eyes at. “Show me how bad you need it first, yeah? Be a good girl?”

And, fuck, did you speak so sweetly; her brain might already be flourished in rot at this point. But then, you bring your hands away and tuck your waistband a whisper lower—barely lower than your navel, and her eyes narrow. She leaps right into sugar. Indulging vulgarly.

She litters you in kisses above the elastic, adorning your groin. “Mhh—mhh, 'm a good girl.”

“Whatever you say..”

Ellie reiterates. “Know I am.” Soft and muffled in the skin she would hate to leave unmarked, her lips leading shamelessly downward again. She soaks the lace with her tongue, and her slow, hot breath, melts the lace away in her imagination. Melts it away as she feels your clit, thumping on her warm toungework.

This made you content: watching her work in action.

When she swallows back her tongue after seconds of latching, you expect another persistant retaliation. But all you hear is the sound of her throat hawking, then her spitting. Smack-dab, right on your crotch. Frothy and trickling, she is quick to lather it through your folds, tip of her tongue pushing the lace in between. The noise, the lack of decorum, and pressure of her mouth alone made your hips twist with insufferable pleasure.

“Fuck..”

Possibly the dirtiest thing Ellie has ever done.

She can tell it weakened something in you, driving her to do it again. “Mhm?” she questions your reaction, and spits, using her fingers to splay your pussy and rub it through. Despiting your requests. “Did you like that?”

“Ellie—”

No answer to her meek, hopeful question can leave your lips before her head is searching for consequences again: shoving all of her that is restless onto your clit and moving side-to-side. Licking and licking, saving the saltiness of your arousal for late-night memories, she numbs your mind with the way her tongue drags and refuses to stop dragging. To unravel you, she wove in her own pleasure—confident, enraptured sounds—moaning into your pussy as if it were grinding into hers. With enough imagination, it was. But your timidly intoxicated minds combined make the best of your situation; dirty wanton and thin liabilities telling her to go beyond and lick you into a scream.

She makes you gasp, “Oh, Ellie..” and cast your head against the wall. Balance falls from you, finding support in gripping her hair. It came on so fast—the sensations, the thrill. It changes you like desire transforms an angel. Her tongue challenges, and challenges, and it feels like a replacement for the alcohol you never consumed. It rushes your blood.

It convinces you as intended.

That climbing tension in your stomach was not long tolerated. Eventually, the lace seperating you and her became an obstacle in your mind. “Fucking hell.” You make a split-second revision, sacrificing your game of denial. “Go ahead,” you say, intriguing her to glance. “Just fuckin' eat me, please.”

Shaky exhales pierce her throat, and when your leg pivots out for her access, she has to suck the air right back in. “Jesus, babe.” A cocksure smile crosses her lips, and an even more sure thumb pulls the tongue of your panties aside. “Took you long enough.”

“Shut up.”

Ellie lingered under you for a second to take in the raw sight of you, a glistening, excited mess. It all backfired; all of your denying and teasing had potent effects on you—maybe, you more than her, leaving you at the grasp of your evasions but simultaneously on the chase after your wantings. Arousal throbs uncomfortably in your core without forgiveness, and you couldn't be more glad now that your most favorite girl in the world is beyond aching to relieve it.

“Yeah,” she scoffs. “Fuckin' wet.”

She kisses your cunt like a thankful prayer before you feel her tongue take the first, greedy, heady, long-drawn and self-indulgent lick of you. Her tongue swipes through, prodding the edge of your perineum and stroking up. Taking these savored laps of your slick and quirking her brows agreeingly. Bumping your clit mindlessly and making you shiver. Letting it pool and drip around her open mouth, so when she pulls away to show you her spit-strings of work, filthiness is what springs to mind.

Her bottom lip pulls through her teeth, cleaning up all your juices. Proudly. “Tastes so fuckin' worth it,” she whispers, and without a warning, she gets all up in it again. Forcing your legs even more apart with her head and her vigor, rolling those same aching circles into your clit and sending this delicious pricking down your calves.

“Yes—yes!” She ruins your voice. ”Just like that, good girl. Fuck..”

“'M' your good girl?”

“Y-yes, s-such a good.. mhh..”

Throat tight, lungs shallow, your words and your wails cannot catch up with each other. Despite the tipsiness, she is well fucking coordinated. In moments, there are faint, sloppy sounds of her licking you, giddy pressures of her fingers compressing parts of you, coercing you to come, right into her mouth. She makes you want to grab her head, and you do, roughhousing her into the neediness of your core.

“So good with that.” A treasured compliment from you speeds her up, having to tear her fingertips into the plump of your ass to keep her tendencies busy. Otherwise, they might end up somewhere on herself. “Fuckin' l-love you.. oh my god.”

Ellie flicks her tongue at an urgent pace, smacking your clit over and over, and directs her strangely ignited, northern-light eyes up, and they ask you wordlessly.

Are you close?

Mhm.

Fuck, babe.

Her eyes shut takenly.

A conversation of the eyes is all Ellie peered up for to impassion herself. Your legs clasp in, and she does nothing. She lets them. She invites them; rubs them, gropes them when your panties try to close her off. She glories in having your legs hug her, relying on her, inflicted by her. Even she, the product of all this pleasure, is shaky and involuntary, pushing on you as she tries to almost swallow you—swallow your pussy.

Then, she pictures that lace again in her mind, and she begins to beg.

“Please, please, please..” Having broken away to speak, she snaps back on you again, tugging and teething and exhausting the vibrations of her pathetic moans until you could feel them in your own. “Mhh, mhh, fuuck..” She makes out with your clit, wrapping her pretty pink lips and smilining so graciously; she knew this would kill you.

It does.

It faultlessly does. “Ellie, Ellie, Ellie..” Her perfect, practiced lips, which widen more when your hips twitch in overstimulation, get her where she wants. You arch into her, riding out your orgasm on her face, which she engages in. Winding her nose up and down until your cum lined each nostril, each lip corner, and made her smell like nothing but you.

Blissful indulgence, you say?

Definitely.

Ellie drags an unyielded lower lip up your slit, and one last time, whines into your sopping core. “Thank you, thank you, thank you..” Licking a final stripe as she emerges up from between your legs, tired-looking and red-cheeked, your thigh becomes her head's silky resting place. Acting like she went through trial and tribulation for this. She pants, “That was.. really amazing, huh? Yeah?”

You are responseless. Recovering? Overwhlemed? Dizzy in the eyes? None of those; you're only pondering what to do next with this bundle of limitless opportunity.

“Babe?” She jabs your thigh, foraging for attention.

As always.

“Hmm?”

Her hand molds into your hip, caressing slowly. “What now?”

Choices cross you quick. “Hmm, bath, probably.”

“Ooh, can I join?”

Always following after you.

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