hey do you guys ever think what if yen and jaskier are holding each other like that because they don't know if ciri and geralt are still alive except for a feeling. for all they know all they have left may be each other.
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ellie x f!reader 🌿
cw: Ellie is lowkey a perv and unhinged and a very obsessive artist // obsessed with you in an artistic way sort of.
I had to get this idea out of my head. Don’t judge me
🔞 MDI🔞
I pretended you were mine, it made me calm babe
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The charcoal melted on the rough engre papers and molded into one even shape. Line carved after line etched into a sketch of you.
through that image she felt like she could touch your skin, every plush curve and every bony angle. she took a few steps back to study the proportions scrunching her nose and squinting her eyes, then she moved back close again and got back to her pace losing herself in her art
She felt your naked arms wrap around her exposed neck, lurring her away from her paintings and pulling her into a gentle embrace that soon turned sensual. You nibbled on her ear and she let out a soft moan walking backwards and falling deeper in your arms.
You slid one hand in her pants beneath her underwear and pressed over her heat with the pads of your fingers earning a whimper that turned into a deep moan vibrating through her throat once you pushed deeper, between her folds feeling how wet she was
“Oh ells, so ready for me”
“fuck yeah” she said in a hushed whisper feeling you tease and circle her clit with your fingers with slow gentle movements
“You are so filthy baby”
you cooed in her ear and slid the other hand beneath her shirt feeling her chest and rounding one hand on her nipple, pinching it and teasing it with trained patience
“and you are such a tease” she huffed out in struggle
“Walking around campus in that short fucking skirt”
“You like that one don't you? I see how you look at my ass every time I wear it” you said and pushed one digit in, fingering her now, getting rougher, wanting to be one with her
“It drives me fucking mad” she confessed and as she chased her release her knees gave out on her and she fell on the floor without you there to catch her
her fingers started moving at a faster pace until she came completely undone on her hand. She was sweating and panting in anger. in despair. in longing
she pulled her hand out of her pants and looked at her sticky hands coated in her slick. Her eyes moved up to see the sketch of you taunting her. Mocking her disheveled and pathetic state
“why…”
she whispered and slowly got up walking towards the artwork with heavy steps
“why won’t you look at me”
she growled and smeared the charcoal with her stained hand, cum mixing with paint and slowly drying on the abused paper
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