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#my sweet sweet Ellie bby
retrogradedreaming · 2 years
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making up bubble tea recipes for my fictional people counts as writing
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hotxcheeto · 9 months
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Hi! Hope your doing well i was gonna ask if u could do an ellie x fem reader where ellie is completely downbad and overstims the reader ALOT u can add some fluff in there too if you feel like it, love your work and have a good day
━ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓
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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mean ellie, ellie is in fact down bad tho cause reader is her bby, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), a lot of teasing, ellie makes fun of the reader here and there ( lightly ), degradation, praise, ellie thigh kink lmfao, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader is a total pillow princess in this
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Look at me, being all active and stuff. So sorry this took me literal months, I hope you enjoy, it's currently 3am and I am tiredddd. But I am proud of how this ended up coming out!
REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!
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"Ellie..."
She hated that tone, it was as if a red light beamed above your head and had the words 'not happy' written across it. Her eyes flickered upwards, focusing on your blissful yet aggravated expression.
"What?" She questioned.
"They're all stretched and bunchy now."
You were going to be the death of her.
Your thighs were pressed as far back as the mattress would allow, the middle of the pink shorts pushed to the side to make room for her mouth. This meant her tongue just kept dancing up and down and up and down. Again and again, around your clit and then she'd annoyingly pull away to press a sweet kiss to your inner thigh.
She was toying with you as if you were just some dumb thing for her entertainment. And you took every second of it like a good plaything.
"I know... you just looked so pretty." She muttered between breaths like she was a starving animal that'd found food after days of searching, you though, were worried she'd rip your bottoms.
Constantly pulling and tugging to fit her desires. The light fabric was only so strong, and you were only so patient until you finally had to say something.
"Y-you're gonna-" Your head fell back, a high pitched cry filling the room as she shoved her fingers deep inside your hole. Eyes rolling back and Ellie just smiled at how pornographic you sounded. Such a good dumb girl all for her, no director could make that up for some shitty scenario.
"M'gonna what? What am I gonna do Y/n/n?"
Your breaths were uneven, as were your little pleas. You listened to them as you lifted your head up to watch her play with your pussy. It was dirty, yet you felt yourself clench around her just at the sight. Lips covered in your slick along with a bit of her chin, it made you run hot seeing it, and she nearly laughed at your flustered hum.
A part of you was embarrassed someone could make you fall apart so easily. Like a glass doll being tossed onto the ground, except she still had a care for the shards leftover.
"You're gonna rip 'em..." You pouted, hips bucking towards her mouth, almost as if it was instinct at this point. Chasing after her like you needed her, like she was water and you were dying of thirst. So pathetic, she'd concluded, but it was all just for her and that made it perfect.
"I'll buy you whatever new shorts you want, any damn color..." You shook your head at her response, reaching towards the hand holding them back to keep you exposed.
"But-" You began, but she quickly gave you a look, a warning. Her green eyes dark and almost dangerous, but they could never be such a danger to you. But for some reason you still felt a small little sinking feeling that made you nothing if not annoyed. You huffed at this, giving her a glare before you realized you were very outmatched.
"You promise?" You then replaced the sentence you first formed, choking when the woman pressed her tongue flat against you, just to tease a little.
"I promise baby." She said, watching you nod your head. "Okay..." And that was that, her fingers fucking your hole with no remorse as she tasted you. Sucking on your clit with a force that was anything but gentle.
It wasn't a surprise when the coil in your belly began to tighten. Legs shaking and body trying to run but there was no escaping the hold she had on you. At least not in this moment and that was enough to make you moan.
"M'gonna- El- El m'gonna-" She just stared, continuing to kitten lick your clit. The tips of her fingers curling, brushing over your g-spot before applying more pressure than you knew how to deal with at that moment.
The cherry on top was the moment you grinded so roughly into her face that it made her groan, the vibrations rocking you over the edge. A numb sense of pleasure rushing from the bottoms of your feet, up to your chest as you came, head pushed back into the pillow. It was so much at once you were positive you'd implode then and there.
She drank you up as well, lapping at your little bud. Listening to you choke out air and swallow your own screams so as to not piss off your neighbors more than you probably already do.
What a shame.
You nearly trapped her between your thighs just after that wonderous reflection skidded through your mind, her grip faltering for the mere moment she'd gotten busy watching you orgasm. You were all but crying, even as she pulled her mouth away. Her hand didn't move from its place though, slowly rubbing the area around your entrance. It kept you on edge, almost painful, no breaks, just her and it made you feel drunk, despite being stone cold sober.
"How 'bout I take these off?" She smiled, gesturing to your shorts with her free hand. "Hm?" She then made a noise, looking at your blissed out face which stared back at her with half a thought, grabbing at her hand to get her to give you a moment to relax.
"P-please..." It came quiet from your lips, watching her nod while looking down and carefully pulling her fingers out. You whimpered so softly it was almost silent, feeling empty at the loss of her hand and oh so bare as the pink fabric came sliding down your thighs.
"I'll get you a new pair since I stretched these ones out, alright?" You shook your head but didn't say anything. "Yeah, that sounds good, huh?" She assured, leaning down and kissing both your boobs before the valley between, looking up at you.
She chuckled when you motioned for a kiss, bending up a bit to meet your lips whilst her hips grinded into your own, feeling the way you gripped her shoulders and dug your nails into her muscles.
"M'not done with you yet." She whispered, her breath fanning your lips whilst she pulled back, tilting her head. The nervous, flustered embarrassment from earlier came flooding back as you watched her try to make up her mind about something, pecking your lips once again.
"Roll over..." She said, then let out a breath of amusement from her nose when your eyebrows furrowed. "But I've been good..." You muttered, watching her nod, kissing you quickly before backing her face up once again. "Exactly."
Face down ass up with three fingers stuffing your hole and a vibrator on your clit was the perfect way to reward you. She usually liked doing it all herself, though, when you did a good job, you got good a outcome. You had been such a good girl after all, why not give you a little something to feel for another few days?
"Ellie-"
Drool dribbled across your cheek and onto the pillowcase that didn't match the bedspread, soft moans and whines tumbling from your lips each time she rocked her hand in and out. It was agonizing, from the long minutes she spent only messing with you, but she wasn't cruel, especially not during your reward time.
"That's it... fuck you look so pretty." Her mumbles were just barely audible, along with whatever babbling mess you were managing to string together. Knuckles sore from holding onto the bed sheets so tightly but you just couldn't let go.
"You want more?" She asked, tilting her head while watching your face with a look of indescribable content, that made you smile at her, shaking your head with a few small pleads following.
"Mhm, pl-please-"
"So polite.." Her lips broke into a smirk, pupils flickering over to the way her fingers disappeared inside of you. Like a very entertaining magic show that she couldn't seem to look away from.
Only this was not an illusion. It was very, very real. And she loved it.
"Please El- oh..." Your voice died away as she moved deeper and much more quickly. Entire body rocking as she fucked you, the sounds of your wetness like music to her ears. It was a sight, a sight just for her.
You shoved your face into the pillow only for the vibrations to disappear and a slap to your ass to be the response. A shriek hurriedly overstepping the noises that had been coming from your cunt and filling the tantalizing silence.
"I wanna see your pretty face." You turned your head towards her, tears of both pleasure and pain prickling your eyes. "S-sorry Ellie." "That's my girl." She hummed, pressing the toy back against your clit while continuing on with her thrusts. Loud moans swallowing up the room once more.
"Ellie m'gonna..." She hummed, cutting you off whilst nodding her head. "I know..." The vibrator seemed to move with an intoxicating pattern of waves before then came a pause and just before you could complain, it seemed to get more powerful. Pushing deeper against you, hand only moving faster and faster.
"M'coming-" She kept it quick, hard, and deep. Giving you the best while you nearly cried from the surge of a pure orgasmic flood that raced you over the edge. Thighs shaking and body giving out against the navy sheets that had already been previously coated by you nearly three times now.
You could hear her speaking, but you couldn't actually hear her. Mutters of nonsense tumbling out along with a string of thank yous that made her smile. She could tell you were coming down hard against her hand while your mouth hung wide, wide enough for her thumb to make it home.
When she did so, she let it sit for a moment, then pressing the digit against your tongue making you gag at the sudden surprise, but she had only laughed.
Your mind was fuzzy, so fuzzy you hadn't realized that she'd slowed herself. Never feeling the kiss she then gave you just above your eyebrow, only the aftereffects of the toy that was no longer even powered on, her hand instead pulling out to massage your sensitive cunt.
Her hand moved from your mouth, gripping your hips to get you to turn onto your back that way she knew you were comfortable. Hearing you sigh as soon as she did so made her confident in her position change, besides, she liked how your tits looked in this lighting.
She then brought her hand up, moving behind your head to massage your neck since she'd kept you looking to the side for so, so long.
"Was that good?" She asked, pressing her forehead against your own before pulling back to kiss the spot between your eyes. You nodded in response, "Use your words, babe." You again nodded, this time followed by a quiet, "Yes."
She didn't react though, fingers trailing down to your pussy before pausing. Just below your belly button, her hand had frozen.
"You look so pretty today." She then mumbled, looking over your thighs once more, she really had liked those shorts.
"Spread 'em." You groaned at her lude words, though your legs came apart. "Don't talk like that."
She chuckled, kissing down your sternum, her lips ghosting over the rest until she was between her two favorite things once again. She had to clean you up now, there was no way you'd end up in the bath before you fell asleep, and all of this would go to waste if she just wiped it away now.
"Like what?" She muttered, warm breath fanning your swollen clit that was already aching for more. "Fuck, look at that, such a good little slut for me." You shook your head. "M'not."
Her eyes met yours again, your little pout making her let up, but not without a slightly longer chase.
"You're not good?" You quickly shook your head. "I am." She raised her eyebrow in response to you. "Then what are you not?" "M'not a slut."
She again, looked at you with amusement in her eyes, humming.
"Sure princess."
"Ellie!"
"I've seen the way you've begged for my cock."
You tried to look away but there was no use, she clicked her tongue and you knew she'd get frustrated if you didn't turn your head back.
"But that's with you..." She let out a breath through her nose, kissing the inside of your thigh. "You think I don't know that?" You let out a noise, unintelligible and nearing a whine. "No, but I-"
Ellie leaned forward, taking a long stride with her tongue up your cunt. Focusing her attention on the bundle of nerves that seemed to really need all of her centered right there. And in your head that was as heavy as cotton, you were beginning to realize that maybe she was right.
"How about instead of cleaning you up? I show you how good of a slut you are for me?" You choked, painted nails clawing at her bare arms. "You want my strap?" You nodded, thighs trying to tighten around her head, but she kept her firm, restraining, clutch on them both. That meant, they stayed on the bed.
"Gotta ask nicely."
She groaned as she sucked and swirled her tongue around your clit. Eyes on yours - that were blurred and emptily staring at the TV before they turned to stare at her. They had never looked so pretty though. Even while they cried because she teased too much for her own good.
"P-please.." She pulled away, much to your dismay. "Please what?"
"Please fuck me with your cock Ellie..." You whined once more, begging for the other toy she had yet to use, the few choices that stayed alongside the two options of vibrators in the plastic box that usually stayed the closet, but was now nicely sitting open on your nightstand.
"Which one?" She sat up, massaging circles into your hips. "You pick." You mumbled, straining your head only to see her pull out the biggest option, your brain dizzy just from seeing it.
"You gave me the choice..." She reminded, seeing you agree while licking your lips. Pupils tracking the way she clipped it to her pelvis, allowing the tip to bump your clit as she moved it around to adjust it. She just liked how you jumped each time it happened.
"Will you be easy though?" She made a noise, meeting your eyes. "Your choice princess, m'not the one getting fucked." You covered your eyes, peeking through only to watch her align the silicone up with your hole.
"Okay... be easy please."
Pushing in just as you spoke made your mouth stretch wide along with your entrance, pleads for her to go deeper immediately following all while Ellie folded your legs back like you were a ragdoll.
"Already begging... but you're not a slut right?" You shook your head, watching her thrust shallowly into your wet warmth, finding the fake cock rubbing against your walls. "M'not..."
She laughed, moving back and forth faster, holding onto your hips but not as tightly as she had been before. Instead choosing to move a hand in order to press down on your lower belly, watching your eyes widen and an almost scream follow.
"That feel good?" She then listened to you say yes, over and over while staring into her eyes. "More- mo-more El-" "You still not a slut?"
You couldn't answer, looking up at her with your sad stare and wobbly lips, though you were only half sad which made her laugh as she kept going. Leaning down to kiss your pretty mouth that was tainted just the slightest with your sweat that made you just a bit salty to the taste.
"Answer me.." She whispered against you, thrusting her hips back and forth at a slow, deep pace, just how she knew you wanted.
"M'a slut..." You murmured, feeling her grab your face and puff your cheeks up, chuckling as she did so. "What was that?" You looked like an angry pufferfish when she began moving quicker, making you whimper. The girl leaning down to smooch your puckered lips.
"I'm a slut..." You then spoke just the slightest louder, the sound of her hips barreling into your own soon filling up your ears to the brim. "Huh?" You wanted to cry and she saw it, grinning like the Cheshire cat when she leaned in to kiss you again.
"My good little slut, huh?" You nodded, the silicone brushing against your clit each time she bottomed out as she moved over and over again. Broken moans clawing out of your throat and out into the open air confirming that you were in fact,
"Such a good little slut, yeah? Does she wanna come?"
A mess of the word 'yes' came barreling out, holding onto her for dear life whilst she kept you folded back, hiding her face into your neck. She kissed and sucked and did whatever she pleased whilst screwing her pelvis into your own, forgetting the entire fact that she'd said she'd be gentle. It seemed though, that you did too.
"You gonna come?" You kept agreeing to her words, feeling the build up swirl around and around as if it was also teasing you now that she'd stopped. "Come baby, c'mon..."
You felt your juices drip down your ass as you came, shaking around the silicone, crying out for her to not stop. And she didn't as you squeezed around her, gritting your teeth as you came, feeling it through every inch of you. The tip just barely kissed your cervix whilst she rocked her body against your own.
You absentmindedly pushed her away but she hadn't stopped, only slowed, grabbing your leg and turning you to the side. Pushing your thighs together and looking at the way your cunt dripped with your own extract.
"One more? Okay?" You shook your head, denying it but she'd already begun to move. "Just one more, alright?" Her hand ghosted over your nipples, sore from all her play, but it felt good, good enough that you reached to keep her touch there, holding her wrist in place.
"I lo- love you-" You moaned, feeling her nod as her face was close to your own, hair tickling your cheeks. "I love you too baby..." She watched you hum, her hands now ghosting over your face like feathers as she just barely hovered above your flesh.
You were getting close again, you weren't very far in the first place though. Feeling it bubble up in your lower half, pleasure waves moving up and down with a sob of bliss coming right after.
You came hard, this time followed right after having orgasmed just before, meaning this made it seem so much more guttural as it happened again. Squeezing the bottom of the pillow until your hands shook from the pressure of your own grip.
"E-Ellie.." She grumbled out something against the surface of your neck, burying her nose in the smell of you before pulling her head away. Giving a quick peck to your upper shoulder before leaning away to look at the way your cum coated the fake cock and the mattress beneath you both, the look of your worn out and ravaged body along with your slightly overworked face then had her leaning back in.
"How about one more? Just one?"
She was going to be the death of you.
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imliterallyellie · 2 months
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just saw your post about wanting prompts 👀 how about something sweet and fluffy (feel free to add smut if you wanna though, cause lord knows i’d never reject it) featuring ellie with a reader whose top love languages are acts of service and/or gift-giving? maybe reader knits her something super soft? or anything along those lines. thank you bby MWAH 💕
is this thing on? 🎤
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you give ellie a gift on your first date
a/n short... and sweet... but cut me some slack. my first bit of writing since my exams, i need to get back into it!!!!
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your first date with ellie had been amazing so far. the picnic you had assembled with all of her favorite things was great. it was the perfect occasion to enjoy each other, some food, drinks and the final bits of sunshine that fall was shining upon your town. ellie looked great. she always did, but it was clear that she put effort in her outfit today. a new-ish looking cream colored tank top with a brown flannel draped over it, paired with black cargo pants and her – as always – worn-out black converse. she looked good, very good even. her hair was still a bit damp. you thought it was cute, and you swore that she had cut it a bit shorter since the last time you saw her.
after a couple of hours soaking in her company and the rays of sunshine you decided it was best to start heading back. it was getting rather dark, so ellie was adamant on walking you home. you talked about everything and nothing, just enjoying the last couple moments you had with her before you had to call an end to your day together. you arrived back home and opened your door, but remained on the doorstep to say goodbye to ellie first.
“i had a real fun time, y’know. i guess you’re not that bad after all.” you rolled your eyes and shook your head, placing the picnic basket that you had been carrying on your way back between your legs. you sigh exaggeratedly before playing along. “you’re insatiable, ellie williams. is this how you thank a girl for taking you out on a date and preparing a picnic basket for you?” she looked down and tried to hide the little blush that crept up her neck at your words.
you flicked her ear, “i’m just kidding, loser. you’re not that bad either i guess- oh! before i forget… stay here for a second.”
you rushed upstairs to your room, rummaging around in your desk drawers to see where you had left the little present you made ellie. you had recently been getting into crocheting and took the hint when ellie sent you a video of someone making a crochet dinosaur. it aligned perfectly with your gift-giving love language, you were happiest when you could make someone else happy by giving them something.
you finally found the little dinosaur in your bottom drawer underneath some shirts, probably having thrown it there to make sure she wouldn’t find it if she ever opened that drawer. you walked back down the stairs and opened the door again, now facing your date with one hand held behind your back.
“what’ya got there?” “a surprise, close your eyes and put your hands in front of you.”
that’s what ellie did, she seemed a bit skeptical at first but did so nonetheless, and you placed the little dinosaur in her hands. “okay, it’s not much, but you’ve made it rather clear that you wanted this. open your eyes, els.”
“shut up, this is so fucking cute y/n.” the wide smile that crept on her face was worth all the hours you put into the little animal. while she was thoroughly inspecting the little green dinosaur, you couldn’t help but notice how soft her lips looked. they were slightly chapped, as they always were, but still seemed so kissable. she was mumbling away about how you had done a good job with proportion but you weren’t invested in what she was saying.
“can i kiss you?” “hmm?” “i asked if i could kiss you, ellie.”
whatever nerdy dinosaur fact she was sharing now long forgotten, her arms pulling you in by your waist while yours circled around her neck. you leaned in closer, leaving the last couple inches for ellie to close.
you were right. despite being a little chapped, her lips were still incredibly soft. you moved in unison, your lips speaking a language that seemed to have been discovered the second they touched. ellie pulled you impossibly closer to her, soaking in your body warmth, until you had to pull away to catch your breath. 
you rested your forehead against hers, giggling softly when you realized you had just, finally, got to kiss your best friend. “you have no clue how long i have wanted to do this for, els.” she chuckled and pressed another kiss against your lips, addicted to the fluttering feel in her stomach.
“i better get going, mum expects me back for dinner. thank you for today y/n. thank you for the picnic and thank you for the dinosaur.” she points her finger between you two, “and thank you for this.”
your cheeks hurt from smiling, but you couldn’t care less. you pressed a couple more kisses against ellie’s lips before finally letting go of her, with the promise of seeing her at school tomorrow.
ellie loved the little dinosaur. she got home and immediately went up to her bedroom, placing the little green animal on her nightstand, next to the polaroid of you both at one of her football games last year.
she pressed a kiss on it’s head every night before she went to bed, feeling like she was also kissing a little bit of you goodnight.
photos: ultraviolentromantic/pinterest & cinemaconrad/pinterest (we are respectful in this house and we credit creators)
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janaispunk · 3 months
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it’s the season
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part of the space sisters secret santa 2023 - for @pascalispretty, merry christmas sophie! 🫶🏻
pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
word count: ~ 1.8k
summary: Joel had promised his daughters that they would bake Christmas cookies this weekend - which turns out to be more complicated than he had anticipated. Fortunately, their new neighbor next door can help.
tags: AU! no outbreak, Joel has both of his daughters, FLUFF, hints at reader’s sad backstory but nothing specific, mentions of alcohol consumption, able-bodied reader, I think that’s it? Let me know if I missed something <3
dividers by @/saradika-graphics 🫶🏻
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shoutout to @reddedmiller for holding my hand while writing this and convincing me that it’s not trash, i love you bby <3
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It’s Sunday, one week until Christmas, and Joel Miller is beginning to lose his mind.
His daughters had been bugging him about baking Christmas cookies with them for weeks, and he wants nothing more than to make them happy, but while Joel is many things, he’s certainly not a baker.
Work has been hectic lately, which apparently led to him forgetting to buy the ingredients that the girls swear up and down they had requested several times.
He’s had to sent Sarah to ask one of their neighbors to lend them something twice now and by the looks of it, he’s gonna have to do it a third time. She groans and insists to take Ellie with her this time, complaining about how this is “sooooo embarrassing, Dad!”
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You furrow your brow when your doorbell rings for the third time in half an hour, a slightly disbelieving look on your face when you open the door and once again reveal the young girl from next door standing on your porch, this time accompanied by who you think is her younger sister.
You only moved into the house a month ago and don’t really know any of your neighbors, except for the elderly couple that lives a few houses over. They had introduced themselves hours after you moved in and have tried to invite you to come to Sunday church with them several times, an invitation that you consistently decline.
You know the girls though, you often see them through your windows, constantly pestering their father, who constantly fends them off in a kind of gruffy but clearly loving manner.
The girl who had introduced herself as “Sarah” when she first came by thirty minutes ago to ask for baking powder smiles at you apologetically.
“Hi… again. I’m so sorry, do you by any chance have cinnamon as well?”
You can't help but laugh this time. “What are you guys even doing over there? I think I do, why don’t you come in while I go check?” They nod and follow you into your kitchen where you start digging through your supply of baking ingredients.
“Our Dad said he’d bake Christmas cookies with us today, but he forgot to get the groceries for it,” the other girl explains. “I’m Ellie, by the way.” You smile and tell her your name, then hand over the cinnamon to them.
“That’s very sweet of your Dad,” you remark, “I’m sure he’s trying his best.”
Ellie’s eyes fly over your neatly organized collection of ingredients and baking utensils, then her face lights up with an idea.
“Hey! You look like you’re a good baker and our Dad is really struggling to be honest. Do you want to come over and join us?”
“Ellie,” Sarah argues, “you can’t just invite people like that, I’m sure she has plans already.”
You don’t, to be fair, but you’ve never spoken to their father before, who’s rather giving the impression that he likes to keep to himself.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude…” you begin, when Sarah looks around herself and notices that you don’t have any Christmas decorations up around your house.
“Or do you not celebrate Christmas?” she asks, “You obviously don’t have to come if that’s not…”
Your heart warms at how considerate the young girl is trying to be. “No I do, I just didn’t…” you trail off, not sure how to explain that it feels pointless putting up decorations just for yourself and that you don’t want the reminders that it will be the first Christmas in your life that you’ll be spending completely alone. You shake your head and plaster a smile on your face. You do like baking and maybe this will help getting you into the spirit.
“You know what? Okay, if it’s alright with your Dad, I’ll come over and see how I can help.”
Both girls beam at you and you follow them over to their house, where you find their Dad elbows deep in a mixing bowl with dough sticking to his fingers and swearing to himself under his breath. You feel awkward and definitely like an intruder but the girls’ mouths are going a mile a minute, explaining how you had soooo many baking supplies and that you had agreed to help them.
Their Dad introduces himself as “Joel” and you feel your cheeks heating when you notice how attractive he is up close. You had already thought that when you’ve seen him from afar, but now that you’re standing in his kitchen, it really hits you. Trying to snap out of it, you take a closer look at the dough that he’s fighting with.
“This needs more flour, then it’ll be less sticky,” you mutter, suddenly feeling a bit shy, and go to add it to the mix in his bowl. He huffs a “Thanks” and you smile, still fighting the heat in your cheeks but also feeling excitement buzz through you as your hand brushes against his when you pull back.
The girls kick back into action then, throwing several recipes at you that they want to try and you do your best to coordinate it all, running back to your place for ingredients several times, accompanied by an apologetic look from Joel every time, but you honestly don’t mind. His daughters are adorable and you’re having more fun than you’ve had in months.
Sarah turns on the radio and Christmas songs sound through the kitchen. With the music in your ear and the smell of freshly baked cookies in your nose, you feel at ease, comfortable.
When all the cookies are baked and thoroughly taste tested, the girls retreat to their rooms on the upper floor, leaving you and Joel alone in the kitchen. You find that you don’t want to leave, don’t want to go back to that big empty house where it’s just you, not now that you’ve basked in the warmth of this family home right next to yours all day. And just maybe, you want to spend more time with Joel.
“I have a bottle of pretty good red wine, shall I go and bring that? Half of my kitchen’s contents are here already” you joke and Joel laughs.
“I’m sorry about that, I’m usually better prepared, but work’s been crazy these weeks and the girls insisted on baking today, so…” He scratches his neck and you smile at him.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve had a great time today. Finally got me into the holiday spirit a bit, I kinda really needed that.”
You walk over and take the wine bottle back to his place where you sit down in the living room, the Christmas tree that has been mostly decorated by the girls shining in the corner and the several strings of fairy lights that Sarah has spread all over the room glowing around you.
You feel a warmth and comfort that you haven’t felt in a long time, but also a kind of envy for this feeling of family, of how clearly this man and the two girls belong together, how their house is basically imbued with love for each other. A feeling that you’re not sure you’ve ever had, but that you suddenly find yourself desperately longing for.
“So…” Joel begins, a faint expression of uncertainty on his face. “Is it just you over there, or…?” You understand what he’s asking and nod, a wry smile playing around your lips.
“Yeah, it’s- it’s a bit of a long story, really, but yes, it’s just me.” The understanding is clear on his face and he doesn’t push you, sensing that you don’t want to expand on the subject and you’re grateful.
You still talk about both of your pasts, where you grew up, where you went to school, learning that Joel lost his parents when he was young, only two years after he had Sarah, how it had been just the both of them in the beginning, with the addition of his younger brother whom he speaks of with the loving kind of exasperation that only an older sibling can muster up, and how he adopted Ellie a few years later.
You finish the bottle quicker than you would like to, and when Joel walks you home and you’re both stood in front of your door, you’re drunk on more than the red wine, a happiness in your veins that warms you from within.
Joel clears his throat, his eyes trained on your face.
“Listen, I don’t want ya to feel pressured or nothin’, but would you want to come over for Christmas Eve? ‘S just me an’ the girls, nothin’ fancy, just-“ he shrugs, his hands buried in his pockets, “don’t like the thought of you alone in this house on Christmas.”
It might be embarrassing how quickly you say “yes”, but you can’t bring yourself to feel that way. A smile stretches across Joel’s face as he tells you “good night” and kisses your cheek before you step into your house and watch him walk back to his.
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Christmas at the Miller household is one of the best evenings that you’ve ever had. Sarah and Ellie have gone all out on the decorations now that they have a guest, leaving twinkling lights, glitter and ornaments in every corner and on every surface, Joel makes a surprisingly good dinner, you’re playing board games with the girls that dissolve into fights between them most of the time, everyone is talking over each other and you’re all eating chocolate until you’re sick with the sugar high.
Late in the evening, with both of the girls softly snoring on the couch, tangled up in each other like two overly large kittens, Joel and you are sharing another bottle of wine. You feel so full of happiness that you feel like you might burst, a smile on your face that feels like it’s never gonna leave again.
When it’s time for you to go home, Joel stands with you and walks with you to his front door. “Thank you again, for inviting me,” you smile at him, “this was probably the best Christmas Eve that I’ve ever had.”
He nods, his gaze dancing between your eyes and your lips.
“Merry Christmas,” you murmur, butterflies erupting in your stomach. He leans in and you hesitantly do the same. Before you can overthink it, you cradle his face in your hands and pull him towards you, your lips meeting in a soft kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers against your lips.
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i hope you liked this!!! merry christmas and happy holidays 🫶🏻
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angelanderson · 3 months
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mommy!wanda enthusiasts would you read this? an excerpt from the first chapter of first ever wanda series/fic! it’s a dark lite™ mommy!wanda au !!
“wanda almost feels bad that you no longer have many recollections of what your previous relationship with her was like. you didn’t understand at first that she’s just keeping you safe. however, she worked hard to get you to be in a mostly compliment, floaty-like state all day for her. it took much patience and consistency to get you to rely on her for most things. you are her sweet doll, her perfect little dove now.”
my tlou bbys: still writing plenty for abby n ellie and always plan to!! just will be writing this series as well :)
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bunniesnuggie · 5 months
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modern cg! ellie headcanons!!!!
ellie williams x fem little!reader
summary: just some quick long thoughts thrown together about my fav fictional lesbian as a (first time) caregiver, a little bit halloween themed
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♡ ok so first of all, she had to be told, very directly matter of fact. she could literally find an adult pacifier and would think nothing of it, she wouldn’t question any gear or “strange” behaviour
ellie was frantically looking for her phone charger, she swore it was plugged in by the nightstand. she huffs looking under the wood not seeing the cord, so she starts pulling stuff out from under the bed. pulling out a box with stickers all over it and your name in puffy paint, she smiles at the cute box but continues on her search. opening the nightstand drawers she pulls out everything inside. she groans, still not finding it, you walk in just in time to hear her aggressive groan and see her gripping your favorite paci. you blankly stare not knowing what to say, but she just turns and asks “have you seen my charger? i cant find it anywhere” as she tosses the plastic guard back in and closes the drawer.
♡ so yeah, bby girl literally would not bat an eye at you if your regressed in front of her. you would have to tell her what’s happening and why if you want her involved more than just being there watching joining you color
“why are we watching this again? didn’t we just watch it like yesterday” ellie teases you about the cartoon you put on again, pulling out your favorite coloring book for you, you blush and ask if she wants it off. “i’m just teasing baby, i love hotel transylvania” she say’s seriously, poking your side to make you giggle. she hands you you’re coloring book and you sit watching the colorful but spooky cartoon. you start getting deep into your headspace, coloring with breaks to giggle at what’s on the tv. “mama hand me the gween pease” you ask, ellie immediately handing you the requested crayon without even looking up from her face page “here baby”
♡ neither of you notice the slip up right away, you realize once the crayon is in your hand. immediately freezing up, not daring to look at her. she notices your silence when you don’t laugh at a part that normally kills you
“you ok sweetheart?” she asks, putting her hand to your cheek, worried you don’t feel good. your face is solemn and you cheeks are hot. “do you not feel good?”, she makes you look at her, your teary eyes meeting her worried green ones. you sniffle and shake your head, “i called you…mama…” you trail looking away, murmuring towards the end, embarrassed and ashamed. “so?” she shrugs not understanding the problem “you can call me whatever you want, it don’t bug me none….” she tries to smile at you, not getting why you’re so upset. it’s definitely something you kind of have to spell out
♡but once she knows, she KNOWS, i’m talking child development books and parenting books. mama is ready for her role, even strongly encourages that you make a space in the house that’s little friendly. insisting you keep out your gear rather than hide it in the box under the bed
she watches you pulls out the box, sliding it across the floor and on front of the two of you. “this is my little box, it’s where i hide my gear, we’ll that’s not like my stuffies and stuff.. “ you say nervously, eyeing her and the box, waiting for her move. but she waits, smiling at you, “wanna show me your stuff bubs?” she asks excitedly, genuinely wanting to see. she decided that one little box is not enough and constantly buys you new gear, she even asks where your favorite shops are so she can order from them, asking if there’s anything you want in particular.
♡ she’s not super strict, she’s like a fun older sister. like she lets you eat candy and sweets with meals, stay up late to watch tv with her, rarely days no to you. only when it bites her im the butt does she go into mama mode. so if you get grumpy or snappy from lack of sleep and too ouch sugar, she starts to put limits on things
“baby” she sighs a bit, watching the goosebumps rise on your arms. she has you’re sweater in her hand and has been trying to get you to put it on, “please bun, can you put on your jacket? your gonna catch a cold” she begs, watching you scoop the guts from your pumpkin, the sticky orange goop up to your arms. your shake your head frowning, “gonna get da guts on it ..” you pout. ellie smiles and gestures to let her show you something. you put down the big metal spoon you’ve been using to scoop out the guts, letting ellie wipe your hands with baby wipes she the puts on your sweater. she rolls the baggy sleeves up past your elbow, leaving your arms exposed but zipping up the front. you grin, feeling warm and cozy and not having to worry about making a mess on your clothes.
♡ she loves being a caregiver, it have her a sense and of purpose. makes her feel important and needed, she thrives knowing that you trust her and only her in this special mind set and she will protect and cherish it with her life
you and ellie’s are sitting at the table; crayons, markers, glue sticks, scarp pieces of gelt scatter the surface. ellie is using the saftey scissors to cut out little white ghosts for you, the two of you doing little halloween crafts all day. there’s a knock on the door that interrupts us, ellie telling you to stay out while she answers it. she pulls open the heavy wood to reveal dina, our neighbor, who stands with a plate of cookies. she smiles and greets ellie, going to walk inside, being close enough with you two to be comfortable to invite herself in. normally this is fine, but ellie stops her, looking back at you at the table. biting her lip she shakes her head, “i’m sorry dina now’s not really a good time” she presses, lips tight, not letting anyone see you in your regressed state. she takes the cookies and thanks her before sending her off, bringing you the plate with a smile. “look baby, dina bright pumpkin cookies” you clap and squeal “yay cookie! mama tan i have one pease?” how could she ever say no?
a/n: hello everyone i am back, it took me like a week to finish this and it’s not even proofed lol. but anyways i’m glad to be back, i went through a pretty invasive surgery recently and it took a large toll on my life and daily routine but everything went well and all it fine :D anyway i hope to be posting more, i have a couple new characters i want to write about and some fun ideas. i’ll probably go through and do some requests soon though bc there’s a lot 🫠
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elliesmainhoe · 1 year
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Jackson's Love Hotel
Switch!Ellie Williams x Switch!Reader
NSFW imagine • 18+ only
Contents: prostitution, Ellie's a little mean at first, oral, makeout, nipple play, scissoring, use of pet names (baby, sweet girl, angel), friends w/ benefits
Summary: Your favourite customer needs to relax after a stressful patrol
A/N: idc if no one sees this fic (this shadowban is driving me insane) but I need to keep my bbys fed ❤️
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Not a lot of people knew about the brothel in Jackson- it was a well kept secret among a select few. The brothel was on the outskirts of Jackson, the basement converted into three bedrooms (or workrooms as you and your co-workers called them).
On the other main floor it was a seemingly innocent bar, emptier than the ones in the heart of Jackson, customers usually drinking their sorrows away from their usual crowd. Men and woman a like would mumble an order (usually of a strong beverage) to the bartender before scurrying off into a dimly light corner booth to silently brood on whatever problems they were experiencing.
You met Ellie just like how you met all of your customers. You were working behind the bar, discreetly looking at the customers, trying to find a potential client. And that's when you saw her, sitting up against the far end of the bar, drinking a glass of whiskey with a scrunched up angry face.
"Micha- hey!" You whispered, trying to attract the attention of the zoned out bartender discreetly "give this to the grumpy looking brunette over there" you said, gesturing towards the other side of the bar sending him a wink as you pass over the familiar business card.
You've been invited to: Jackson's Love Hotel
Feeling lonely or need a stress relief? Go downstairs and ask for me.
-XOXO ANGEL.
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Harsh knocking on the paneled door followed by a snappy "Angel" broke you from your reminiscing. "You have a visitor~" The voice you recognized as your coworker Emily (otherwise known as 'Sugar' to clients) chirped out, a mischievous undertone laced into her voice.
"Oh god, what is it?" You groan, throwing on a faux silk robe to cover up your lacy white lingerie, and approaching the door. You swung the bedroom door open expecting to see the warmth and grin of your coworkers plotting face only to be met with a furrowed annoyed one.
"Ellie, hi!" The smile that beamed off your face was quickly wiped away as Ellie grabbed you, harshly attaching her lips with yours and pushing you backwards. In a blink of an eye her backpack and shirt was thrown carelessly onto the floor, her hands hastily grabbing to untie the robe that covered up your scantily clad body.
Your hands gripped her shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle leaving behind scratches in the shape of cresent moons into her skin. "Ell-" you try inbetween the long deep kisses, only to be muffled by her lips again. "Stop. Ellie stop." You say, voice firm and commanding, making the freckled woman halt in her movements.
"What's wrong? Talk to me sweet girl" your voice hummed into her ear, "I don't pay you to talk, I pay you to fuck" she growls, her eyes cloudy and a crease between her eyebrows formed in agitation. "Fine. Don't talk then, but at least let me be in charge"
She let out a huff, but when your lips began sucking at the supple skin of her neck it turned into a sigh "please angel...". Your lips moved rhythmically up her neck, across her jaw and over every freckle that sat on her nose before you pushed her onto the clean white comforter of your bed.
"Your so tense baby~" you coo, grabbing a hold of her stiff shoulders "we gotta get you to relax hm?" A smile creeps onto your face at the sight of Ellie sprawled out beneath you. "Arch up a little baby" you instruct, she obeys letting you slip your hand behind her back and unclip her bra. "Yeah just like that"
The spaghetti straps slid down her shoulders and she quickly got rid of it, throwing it aside onto the bedroom's floor. Your hands began tracing patterns onto the bare skin of her tits, poking and pulling at the soft flesh- remnants of past encounters in the form of hickeys littered all over them. "My baby's so pretty~" you compliment, giggling at the mewl that left Ellie's mouth at the praise.
Massaging the flesh of her tits turned into tweaking her buds, Ellie's breath quickened at every pinch but turned into full-blown moans "so sensitive~~" you smirked, your body lowered itself closer to hers, mouth going to suck at her nipples.
Throaty moans and grunts bounced around the room, every swirl, flick and suck drawing out a different sound. And it was music to your ears.
One hand began slowly working it's way down, fingers unbuttoning the khaki shorts Ellie was wearing - all the while your tongue continued swirling around and around sending jolts of pleasure through Ellie's being.
Your fingers buried themselves under the fabric, brushing over her boxers and feeling the wetness seep through the polyester. "All this for me?" You teased "All for you Angel- just for you" she gasped through moans, "well then~ aren't I lucky?"
"Let's get these of then shall we sweet girl?" You hum, pulling at the waist band of the shorts. Ellie's hips lifted up in reply allowing you to wiggle the article of clothing off her body, leaving her in her black boxers.
Ellie was a sight for sore eyes. Her body was glistened in sweat, her nipples hard, tits bare with spit and red lipstick marks covering the flesh, her boxers hugged her thighs perfectly, showing of the tight toned muscle she'd worked hard on to achieve. God you were frothing at the mouth.
"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" Ellie smirked, a smug tone in her voice acting as if she wasn't red-faced and writhing beneath you just a moment ago.
You didn't verbally answer, you did however grab the hem of the shorts, slipping them off her body and leaving her bare. You push your fingers down into her folds her slick making you able to move with ease. Small wines left Ellie's lips at the sound of her wetness and bare fingers colliding together.
"Wan' your pussy on mine-" Ellie whined, looking up at you,now straddling her hips "Oh~ do you now?" You reply shuffling yourself backwards a little bit, hovering your pussy over hers. "Well, I suppose we should make that happen then" you hum, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear and lowering your body onto hers, you softly pushed the lace of your panties that covered your dripping cunt to one side leaving yourself bare and dripping down onto her. A loud mewl left both of your mouths at the feeling of both of your heats meeting.
With Ellie's legs spread wide, you easily maneuvered your body to mesh your cunts together rhythmically- wetness mixing with eachothers and creating a lube with every grind and thrust of your hips.
You adjusted slightly, your cunt meeting her clit. Loud whines and moans leaving both of your mouths as you pressed up your clit to hers, the sensitivity increasing in your bud "Fuck Fuck Fuck angel" Ellie moaned hands gripping at your hips, guiding your body down onto her, helping you find and attack all of her weak spots.
"Cum with me Baby-" you demanded, hips moving in circles as you bumped your clits together over and over again. The ruthless stimulation became to much for both of you, Ellie's back arched off of the mattress, her fingernails scratching at your hips.
The feeling of her cum oozing out, bringing you over the edge, allowing you to release the pent up energy as you came all over her abused cunt. Your body collapsed, your head burying into Ellie's tits, her hand meshing into your hair as you both took a moment to catch your breath.
"Feeling better?"
"Fuck yeah."
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cinnnamongrl · 11 months
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mimimi! first of all,i love your writing & i would die for you. second!! I’ve had the thought of college!ellie being in love with innocent bsf!reader and desperately wanting to fuck her brains out until she’s a cute little sobbing mindless mess 😇😇 reader wears dresses and skirts & consistently fails to realise how !!HORNY!! ellie gets just from being in a 10 meter radius of her (is that even the right way to phrase it?? ffs),, and like im not saying reader’s a complete nun,but definitely bucketloads more pure than ellie fucking williams. dacryphilia & praise kink is much appreciated. 💗 I am so sorry this is SO hyper-specific & a little stupid and I completely understand if you don’t wanna write it because writing (+ …life) is stressful but I LOVE YOU ANYWAY!!! -lee 🫶🏼
BBY!!!!!!!! come kiss me rn you’re so sweet <3 i am ABSOLUTELY going to write this after my current wip because .. 😮‍💨
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asa-writes · 9 months
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Aphrodite of Old Hall - 05
“Acta, non verba”
Anthony Bridgerton x F!OC / Benedict Bridgerton x F!OC Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: angst (my poor benedict bby :( )
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Closing the door gently, Elisabeth turned towards Anthony. He was sitting on his leather chair, a glass of brandy in one hand and a most puzzling look on his face. Seeing the absence of chairs, she did the most unladylike thing that came to her mind and sat down on his table. Looking down at him, she sighed. "You wanted to talk to me, so talk." After another few seconds of him avoiding her eyes, she scoffed. "Or are you thinking of fucking me on the table right now?" He shot up from his chair, slamming his glass onto the table and grabbing her by the waist. "I wasn't. Sounds like you are, though."
She parted her lips in surprise. "I..." Anthony chuckled maliciously and shook his head. "Now she's speechless. Would you look at that. And you wanted Benedict to court you?" She tightened her lips and tried pushing him away. "Whatever do you mean by that? He is kind, romantic, sweet and, most of all, respected my boundaries! You didn't even make an effort of getting to know me, no, you were mad that I contradicted your fantasy of me and then you went off to sulk and do god knows what whith god knows whom." Anthony flared his nostrils, and she could feel his hand pressing harder against her back, before pulling it away again. "Take those stupid accusations back. What I meant was that he would want to live a quiet life in the country. I see that you are passionate - this passion has already been wasted on your dead husband, now you want to waste it on him as well? Yes, he's kind, romantic and all of that, but he himself told me that he wanted a simple life and wife. You are anything but simple! I can give you the life you deserve!" His emotions came out with every word he said and that was just too much for Elisabeth.
She dug her fingernails into his arm and came as close as she could to him without having to touch him. "Prove yourself to me, then. I cannot stand here and believe you when all you do is talk about your affection to me in these wonderful little speeches and then leaving me high and dry for the next few days." Anthony pulled her towards himself and groaned. "Yes, fine, I will do anything that you would like me to do. But what's stopping you from just kissing me? Why, why, why must you say all of the things that you do and yet act as though you were begging to be mine?", He mumbled in her ear and felt a shiver running through her. "I cannot be wooed by actions or words alone. I need to know if you are interested in me, as Ellie, and not the tempting Lady de Gressy. Now please, I wish to go and, if you really think that I should be yours, prove it to me." With that, she gave him the most fleeting of kisses, tore herself free, opened the door and sighed one last time. "And don't you DARE! mention my George to me again! Ever!", She seethed and slammed his door shut, returning to the drawing room, huffing and puffing.
Violet and Benedict seemed to have heard her last sentence and Benedict quickly hurried towards her and hugged her. "You shouldn't have gone, my dear. He can be a real pain sometimes." His scent and soothing words calmed her down greatly. She let go of him and turned to Violet. "Lady Bridgerton, I am ever so sorry for disturbing your morning like this...", She said apologetically. Violet who blinked a few times before smiling. "It is I who should apologize... I shouldn't have asked and maybe closed the door..." Then her whole face lightened up. "Listen, my dear, we were thinking of having a lovely evening with some of our family's friends, a soiree one might call it, and I would love to see you there! Wouldn't that be nice, right, Benedict?", She said gleefully clapping her hands. Benedict agreed and to pass the time, they took some more tea and afterwards Elisabeth had excused herself to get changed and promised to return as soon as possible. For whom though? The sweet one or the passionate one?
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Loitering around the entrance, Eloise had caught Elisabeth as she was making her way to the dining hall. She smiled and, in true Eloise fashion, linked her arm with Elisabeth's. "Anthony's finally come out of hiding and I have not a clue what you did, but him and Benedict have both dressed as if they were to meet the queen and are prancing around like flustered peacocks." Elisabeth shot her an amused look. They slowly walked through the halls, giggling away.
Entering the room, a most peculiar sight had greeted her; Anthony running to greet her and Benedict winking at her. "I think that this is going to get interesting", said Eloise and hurried off to Penelope Featherington, who, as it looked like, was trying her hardest to get Colin Bridgerton's attention. Anthony had taken her hand, kissed it ever so softly and handed her a drink. "Good evening, my Lady. I hope to see you enjoying it thoroughly..." He whispered into her ear and re-joined a beautiful couple, whom Elisabeth thought to be the Duke and Duchess of Hastings. Benedict nodded at her and greeted her warmly. "Good evening dearest. You look ravishing tonight." She blushed and took a sip of her drink. By God, that thing was strong... Hopefully she could still walk out of this house at the end of the night.
"You look most handsome indeed.", She said to him. "I wonder what you have told Anthony this morning... He's a changed man and has even asked for Mama's forgiveness for the way he had barged in." Benedict took a nervous look at his brother, whose eyes never seemed to leave the both of them. "He still pulled me to the side, before the guests had arrived and told me to forget you, that impetuous little ... you know."
Elisabeth rolled her eyes and gave Benedict's hand a reassuring squeeze. "He's jealous, that's all." With that, Benedict's eyes widened, and people had started taking their assigned seats.
Sitting between the shy Penelope Featherington and Daphne Bridgerton, the Duchess of Hastings, was to be the saving grace for Elisabeth's evening. She would not have been able to bear sitting between the Bridgerton brothers, and to be able to show them the same amount of attention... Yet still, she sat across from Anthony, who by any means seemed to enjoy watching her blush at every second she looked up from her plate. As the footmen brought out the food, Elisabeth raised an eyebrow. Anthony smirked. All of the food served were her favourite dishes. How sneaky could one be, she wondered.
Daphne leaned over to her and, with the pretence of quickly fixing a small ribbon in Elisabeth's hair, she whispered: "Jesus Christ, Elisabeth, I have never seen my brother behave like that. Has he proposed already?" Trying to giggle as quietly as possible, Elisabeth blushed. "Which one?" Shocked, Daphne put a piece of asparagus in her mouth. "What do you mean, which one? Anthony of course! Are you trying to tell me that Benedict has also set his sights on you?" Trying to swallow as fast as she could, Elisabeth nodded as lightly as she could. Both of them simultaneously looked over at Benedict, who smiled sweetly at them, looked like he was enjoying his Lady's attention. When they turned back towards their plates, Elisabeth could see Anthony's eyes piercing her.
He stood up, clinked his knife against his glass and stood up. Daphne gasped. "What's his plan?" Smiling broadly, especially at Benedict (who, by now, was starting to get annoyed at his brother's antics) he gestured a footman to come forward with a bouquet of flowers, which were placed on the table, blocking Penelope's view of Colin and transforming the room into the smell of Asters, Camellias, Heliotropes, Red Roses and Tulips. What these flowers meant, everyone knew immediately: love, love, love... Elisabeth's heart beat so fast, she was afraid to pass out. He understood perfectly well what she had meant today and was pulling it off in the grandest possible way. "To you, my petite fleur, I shall dedicate this toast to. Let us drink to the perfection that is Lady de Gressy." Everyone clinked their glasses and was wiggling around, trying to catch a glance of the woman who had put Lord Anthony Bridgerton under a spell. A deep crimson blush spread across Elisabeth's face, as she thanked him quietly. It wouldn't have mattered it she had mouthed it; everyone would have heard anyways. She had seen the worried glance that Violet gave her second son and as soon as she had turned around to look for him, she could see that he was gone.
One might think that the evening is finished for the Ton; but not for our besotted Viscount and, as it was evident for everyone to see, his bride-to-be...
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insomniiyac · 2 months
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Get To Know Me!
Thanks for the tag @boopshoops! Been a while since I've done one of these on here! c:
Relationship Status: Taken!! 💕 Just celebrated 5 years with my boyfriend 2 days ago (ily bby~! <3 )
Favorite Color: Red! (more of the mahogany kind). But green is growing on me ngl fadsf
Song Stuck in my Head: "It's a Murder on the Dancefloor!" by Sophie Ellis-Bextor!
Favorite Food: I'm a foodie so this is a hard question hmm, but I'd say crab legs!
Last Song I Listened to: (See Song stuck in my head lmao)
Dream Trip: Japan! (I'm basic, I know QAQ)
Last Show/Film Watched: JUST got through watching Saltburn. So good and so fucked up hmmmm, my brand >u>
Spicy, Sweet, Savory: SPICY MWEHEHEHEHE
Last Thing I Googled: Leona Kingscholar because I am very normal about him :)
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merotwst · 11 months
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IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY???? HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBY! SWEET ELLIE MY FAV JAMIL SIMP!💖💖💖 I hope your day/week/month is lovely you deserve it! Keep up the amazing art and writing~ ROOTING FOR YOU!
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REN MY WONDERFUL ANGEL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GREETING FROM ONE OF MY FAVORITE LEONA KISSERS!!! I LOVE U FOREVER
im also rooring for u! KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK IM ALWAYS DELIGHTED TO SEE UR ARTWORKS IN MY DASH <33 LOVE U SO MUCH HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!
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joelsgreys · 11 months
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VEEEEE
Lord Jesus, that man-
I'm gonna start rambling about the smut because it was too fucking good to just skip it so...
PEACH? GIRL, SHE TOOK OVER SHE TOOK HER MAN. I know u say you aren't that good at writing smut but girl, please IT WAS GREAT!! MY MOUTH WAS OPEN IN AMUSEMENT THE WHOLE TIME I READ IT
AMAZING
OH AND JOEL. MY MIND WAS THIS:
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I fucking love this two, with every chapter I'm even more invested and in love with their love. Joel telling her about Sarah brought me into tears, especially when he said that his favorite color was purple, that was the moment I knew my heart was glass and you almost drop it 😭💗
That tiny bit of angst made it more intimate and sweet. Joel opening up makes clear how much he trusts her, and his confession had me crying again it's just- you have this beautiful way to write him, especially moments like these ones because not only shows how much he has grown and opened to peach, and Ellie, but it clearly marks their relationship and the story. It's beautiful.
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I have so much to say bout your writing but my English ain't that good when it comes to fancy literature stuff 😭 that's what my Spanish it's good at lol but I hope u get what i mean
Okay, I'm done I have four assignments waiting for me, have a beautiful day as just as you made mine with this update 💗💗 sending love to you!! 🫶🏻
First off I think you’re English is pretty damn good in my opinion!
YES omg shy lil Peach said let me take control for a minute here. I almost didn’t do that and I’m so glad that I did like YES YOU GO GIRL take control with your man let’s goooo 🥵 and honestly no one can convince me Joel isn’t well endowed okay?
honestly the scene regarding Sarah wasn’t even in the first draft because I didn’t know how to bring it in or handle the scene at all. I was like phew this is going to be ANGSTY and I didn’t want to like…I guess ruin the smut by starting off with heavy angst so I’m glad you think it was all well done!
thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave me such kind feedback bby! I appreciate the hell out of you! 💗
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klywrites · 6 months
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thinking about the trio late at night like
remy. he is my buddy, my pal, my boy. pb&j on soggy slice of bread, dropped onto the floor. five second rule became five days and now he's growing mold spores.
elly my sweet bby angel I squish her face like a sponge cake. add dollop of whipped cream and a strawberry hat. I kiss her on the head.
mira... pathetic. I love her so much I would bail her out of prison and take the fall for her crimes. she is everything to me. immaculate. would defend her with my life. I hate her.
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elliesfawns · 7 months
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thinking about sweet southern belle reader x ellie💌
bby i promise i will write this if someone gives me an american class on what a southern belle is bc i assumed maybe just cute southern girl but google results r of like 20th century girls n i dont wanna make mistakes..leaning more towards first option tho i think that's what u mean and tho i lack lots of knowledge on southern american (or just american at that) vocab or culture n stuff i'd love to write smth like that..definitely up my alley in the sense im a sucker for farm!ellie and i'm a sweet lamb owner myself so maybe i can work my way w it
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skoulsons · 9 months
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that one shot you posted where ellie and joel say i love you to each other is so precious oh my god. I also agree it's probably a little ooc but who tf cares its fanfiction give me my serotonin lol. AND who knows, if they had a couple more years in jackson together they honestly might've gotten to that point. Bc joel that that is your kid and ellie that is your dad, no doubt about it. The game did them so dirty :'( just let my bbys HEAL DAMMIT! Anywhooo I love what you write!!
no doubt about it 🗣️🗣️🗣️
Yeah I have an interesting relationship with them saying I love you. Maybe at some point way down the line it could work, but they have such a way of communicating that goes beyond words that I feel like they’d never need it to know. I also just… don’t view them as characters who would say it. BUT I was having a trip of emotions the night I wrote that and needed something for myself 💀💀 I actually have something in my wips sort of related to it but who knows when that’ll ever get done with how this current wip is treating me
I miss them every second I am breathing which, sadly, is every second of every day. I live in agony.
Thank you!! I doubt my writing a lot and while that specific little drabble didn’t really have effort but into it, it’s sweet knowing some of you guys still appreciate those little ones (and my other writing, for some reason) <3 Stuff like this gets me excited again for my current wip
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bennyhasthoughts · 2 years
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Tagged by my bby: @are-we-not-men
Favorite color: Blue! I usually say I have 3 which is blue,green, and purple but it's mainly Blue I can't live without it.
Currently reading: Now write! Screenwriting by Sherry Ellis and Laurie Lamson.
Last song: The ghost of you - MCR
Last series: Transformers G1 I was on season 1 almost finished
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I cannot live without sweets I am literally a moster if I don't have some sort of sugar within the week, Spicy I can do but to a certain limit because I am a little bitch boy, I think I like savory?? I never understood that description
Currently working on: my self confidence so that I can start writing again without hesitation.
I tag: @atvanguszmogus @bahamacolada @angelluver69
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