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Hii i was wondering if you can write something about ellie and reader where the reader is not wearing a bra and ellie canât take her eyes off of it and being all clingy because jesus, sheâs a totally loser for boobs, especially her gfâs boobs
đđ: đđŚđ˘đđ°đśđ´đş, đđ°đ´đ´đŚđ´đ´đŞđˇđŚđŻđŚđ´đ´, đđŞđąđąđđŚ đąđđ˘đş, đđŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨, đđśđ´đľ đđđđŞđŚ đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŞđľđľđŞđŚ đ°đŁđ´đŚđ´đ´đŚđĽ, đđ°đłđŻ đ¸đŞđľđŠđ°đśđľ đđđ°đľ.
đđ: 2,068 đ¸đ°đłđĽđ´.
''đđđđŞđŚ, đ˘đłđŚ đşđ°đś đŚđˇđŚđŻ đąđ˘đşđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đľđľđŚđŻđľđŞđ°đŻ?'' đđŞđ¨đŠđŞđŻđ¨, đşđ°đś đđŚđ˘ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝đŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đľđŚđŻđ´đŚđĽ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đđĽ đ¸đ˘đđ, đ´đŠđŞđˇđŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŞđŽđŽđŚđĽđŞđ˘đľđŚ đľđ°đśđ¤đŠ đ˘đ´ đľđŠđŚ đ§đŞđłđŚđąđđ˘đ¤đŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŤđśđ´đľ đđŞđľ đŁđş đşđ°đśđł đ¨đŞđłđđ§đłđŞđŚđŻđĽ đ°đŻđđş đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľđ´ đ˘đ¨đ°.
đđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŻđŚđ˘đłđđş đŽđŞđĽđŻđŞđ¨đŠđľ, đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŻđŞđ¨đŠđľ đ´đŹđş đ¸đ˘đ´ đąđŞđ¤đľđśđłđŚđ´đ˛đśđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŞđľ'đ´ đŽđ°đ°đŻ đ¤đ˘đąđľđŞđˇđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đŁđłđŞđ¨đŠđľ, đ´đŚđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđľ'đ´ đđŞđ¨đŠđľ đľđŠđłđ°đśđ¨đŠ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đŞđŻđĽđ°đ¸ đľđ° đŞđđđśđŽđŞđŻđ˘đľđŚ đđđđŞđŚ'đ´ đ´đľđ˘đľđśđŚđ´đ˛đśđŚ đ§đŚđ˘đľđśđłđŚđ´ đŚđˇđŚđŻ đŽđ°đłđŚ.
đđľ đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đ§đ˘đŞđđŚđĽ đľđ° đ°đˇđŚđłđ¸đŠđŚđđŽ đşđ°đś đŠđ°đ¸ đ´đ°đŽđŚđ°đŻđŚ đ´đ° đŁđŚđ˘đśđľđŞđ§đśđ, đ´đ° đĽđ°đľđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¤đ˘đłđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đ˘đ´ đśđľđľđŚđłđđş, đŽđ˘đĽđđş đŞđŻ đđ°đˇđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đś, đ°đŁđ´đŚđłđˇđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŚđˇđŚđłđş đ¨đŞđˇđŚđŻ đŁđłđŚđ˘đľđŠ đđŞđŹđŚ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ°đ´đľ đŞđŻđľđŚđłđŚđ´đľđŞđŻđ¨ đŽđ˘đ´đľđŚđłđąđŞđŚđ¤đŚ đŞđŻ đ˘ đŽđśđ´đŚđśđŽ.
đ đ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đ˘đĽđŤđśđ´đľđŚđĽ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ˘đŻđĽđđŚđđŞđ¨đŠđľ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ, đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŁđ°đĽđş đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđľ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś.
đđđđŞđŚ'đ´ đľđŠđŞđ¨đŠđ´ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ´đąđłđŚđ˘đĽ đ°đąđŚđŻ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ°đ§đ˘ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŚđł đąđ˘đđŽđ´ đ´đŚđľ đ°đŻ đŚđ˘đ¤đŠ đľđŠđŞđ¨đŠ đ¤đ°đŻđ¤đŚđ˘đđŚđĽ đŁđş đľđŠđŚ đĽđ˘đłđŹ đŽđ˘đľđŚđłđŞđ˘đ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đŤđŚđ˘đŻđ´ , đŠđŚđł đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đŽđŚđđľđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đŽđ§đ°đłđľ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đśđ´đŠđŞđ°đŻđ´ đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đ´đľđ˘đłđŚđĽ đ˘đŠđŚđ˘đĽ đ˘đľ đşđ°đś, đŠđŚđł đŞđŻđľđŚđŻđ´đŚ đ¨đ˘đťđŚ đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đĽđ˘đłđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đĽđ˘đłđľ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đŻđŚđ¤đŹđđŞđŻđŚ.
''đđŠđŽ đŁđ˘đŁđş.. đđ˘đľđłđ°đ, đđŚđ´đ´đŚ, đ˘đŻđŻđ°đşđŞđŻđ¨-'' đđ˘đ´đľđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đśđąđ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đ§đ˘đ¤đŚ, đ´đŠđŚ đŽđśđľđľđŚđłđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ°đłđĽđ´ đŞđŻ đ˘ đŽđ˘đŻđŻđŚđł đľđŠđ˘đľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ˛đśđŞđľđŚ đ´đľđłđ˘đŻđ¨đŚ đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đŞđľ đ¤đ˘đŽđŚ đľđ° đŠđŚđł đ¸đŠđ° đ˘đđ¸đ˘đşđ´ đľđ°đ°đŹ đąđłđŞđĽđŚ đŞđŻ đŠđŚđł đđŞđ´đľđŚđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đŹđŞđđđ´.
''đđ°, đŠđ°đ¸'đ´ đđ°đŚđ?'' đđśđłđŞđ°đśđ´đđş, đşđ°đś đ˘đ´đŹđŚđĽ đľđŠđŞđŻđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŞđľ đ¸đ°đśđđĽ đ¸đ˘đŹđŚ đŠđŚđł đśđą đ§đłđ°đŽ đ¸đŠđ˘đľđŚđˇđŚđł đľđłđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đ´đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đđ°đ´đľ đŞđŻ, đ¨đŞđˇđŚđŻ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ´đŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đŤđśđ´đľ đłđŚđľđśđłđŻđŚđĽ đ§đłđ°đŽ đ°đŻđŚ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đĽđ˘đŞđđş đˇđŞđ´đŞđľđ´ đ°đˇđŚđł đ˘đľ đđ°đŚđ'đ´. đđŻđ´đśđ¤đ¤đŚđ´đ´đ§đśđđđş đ´đ°.
''đđŽ? đđŠđ°?'' đđŚđł đˇđ°đŞđ¤đŚ đŠđŚđđĽ đ˘ đŽđ°đŻđ°đľđ°đŻđ°đśđ´ đĽđłđ°đŻđŚ, đ˘ đĽđśđđ đ´đ°đśđŻđĽ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŽđŞđłđłđ°đłđŚđĽ đŠđŚđł đĽđŚđľđ˘đ¤đŠđŚđĽ đĽđŚđŽđŚđ˘đŻđ°đł đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đŞđľ đ¤đ˘đŽđŚ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đŻđˇđŚđłđ´đ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đĽđŚđ´đąđŚđłđ˘đľđŚđđş đľđłđşđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đŠđ˘đˇđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŚđł.
''đđ°đŚđ- đđ˘đŁđŚ, đ˘đłđŚ đşđ°đś đ°đŹđ˘đş? đ đ°đś đ´đŚđŚđŽ đˇđŚđłđş.. đĽđŞđ´đľđłđ˘đ¤đľđŚđĽ.'' đ đ°đś đąđ°đŞđŻđľđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ, đ˘ đ´đ°đ§đľ đ¤đŠđśđ¤đŹđđŚ đŚđ´đ¤đ˘đąđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đđŞđąđ´ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đľđ°đ°đŹ đ˘ đ´đľđŚđą đ¤đđ°đ´đŚđł đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđ¤đŠ, đ´đľđ˘đŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘ đ§đŚđ¸ đŞđŻđ¤đŠđŚđ´ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ§đłđ°đŽ đŠđŚđł.
''đđ˘đŻ đşđ°đś đŁđđ˘đŽđŚ đŽđŚ?'' đđŚđł đˇđ°đŞđ¤đŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđŚđŻđ´đŚ, đľđŠđŚ đ´đľđłđ˘đŞđŻ đŁđŚđľđłđ˘đşđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đŚđ§đ§đ°đłđľđ´ đľđ° đŽđ˘đŞđŻđľđ˘đŞđŻ đ¤đ°đŽđąđ°đ´đśđłđŚ, đŚđşđŚđ´ đŁđđŞđŻđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻđđş đ°đŻđ¤đŚ, đ´đđ°đ¸đđş, đ˘đ´ đŞđ§ đŞđŽđąđłđŞđŻđľđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ¤đŚđŻđŚ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đŠđŚđł đŞđŻđľđ° đŠđŚđł đŽđŞđŻđĽ.
đđŠ. đđ°đđđ°đ¸đŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đ°đŁđŤđŚđ¤đľ đ°đ§ đ˘đľđľđŚđŻđľđŞđ°đŻ, đşđ°đś đľđŞđľđđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đŠđŚđ˘đĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻđ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đ¤đŠđŚđ´đľ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđŚđŻ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đ˘đľ đŠđŚđł, đ˘ đ´đđŞđ¨đŠđľ đ´đŽđŞđłđŹ đ§đ°đłđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻ đşđ°đśđł đđŞđąđ´ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đłđŚđˇđŚđđ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ.
đđľ đ¸đ˘đ´đŻ'đľ đ˘đŻ đśđŻđ´đąđ°đŹđŚđŻ đ´đŚđ¤đłđŚđľ đľđŠđ˘đľ đđđđŞđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ˘ đŁđ°đłđĽđŚđłđđŞđŻđŚ đ°đŁđ´đŚđ´đ´đŞđˇđŚ đ§đ˘đ´đ¤đŞđŻđ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đśđąđąđŚđł đŁđ°đĽđş, đ´đąđŚđ¤đŞđ§đŞđ¤đ˘đđđş đşđ°đśđł đŁđłđŚđ˘đ´đľđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đŞđľ đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đđŞđŹđŚ đľđŠđŚ đŠđ˘đłđŽđđŚđ´đ´ đŽđŞđ´đśđŻđĽđŚđłđ´đľđ˘đŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đľđ° đŠđ˘đąđąđŚđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đ¸đ°đłđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł đ§đ˘đˇđ°đśđł.
''đ đĽđ°đŻ'đľ đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đ¸đŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś'đłđŚ đľđ˘đđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ, đđđ´.'' đ đ°đś đ´đŽđŞđđŚđĽ đ˘đľ đŠđŚđł đ§đ˘đŹđŚđđş, đľđŠđŚ đ§đ˘đ¤đ˘đĽđŚ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đŞđŻđŻđ°đ¤đŚđŻđ¤đŚ đľđłđ˘đŻđ´đąđ˘đłđŚđŻđľđđş đ¤đđŚđ˘đł đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đ´đľđ˘đ¨đ¨đŚđłđŚđĽ đ§đ°đłđ¸đ˘đłđĽ, đ´đľđ°đąđąđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻđđş đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đşđ°đśđł đŹđŻďż˝ďż˝đŚđ´ đŁđśđŽđąđŚđĽ đśđą đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŚđ˘đľ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđ¤đŠ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đśđŻđ°đ¤đ¤đśđąđŞđŚđĽ đŞđŻ-đŁđŚđľđ¸đŚđŚđŻ đŠđŚđł đľđŠđŞđ¨đŠđ´.
''đđľ'đ´ đŹđŞđŻđĽđ˘ đĽđŞđ§đ§đŞđ¤đśđđľ đľđ° đ§đ°đ¤đśđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đś đĽđŞđ´đľđłđ˘đ¤đľđŞđŻđ¨ đŽđŚ-'' đđŚđł đ´đŚđŻđľđŚđŻđ¤đŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ¤đśđľ đŽđŞđĽ-đ¸đ˘đş đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đ´đŠđŚ đŻđ°đľđŞđ¤đŚđĽ đŠđ°đ¸ đ¤đđ°đ´đŚ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđŚ đ°đŁđˇđŞđ°đśđ´ đľđŚđ˘đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł đľđ°đŻđŚ đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đľđ°đ°đŹ đ˘ đ¤đđ°đ´đŚđł đđ°đ°đŹ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đ°đśđľđ§đŞđľ, đŚđşđŚđ´ đ¸đŞđĽđŚđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đąđłđ°đ¤đŚđ´đ´.
''đđŞđĽ đşđ°đś đ¨đ° đ°đśđľ đđŞđŹđŚ đľđŠđŞđ´?'' đđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đŻđľđŞđŻđśđŚđĽ, đŠđŚđł đľđ°đŻđŚ đłđ˘đŞđ´đŚđĽ đŞđŻ đ˘đŻđŻđ°đşđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đđŚđ˘đŻđŚđĽ đ§đ°đłđ¸đ˘đłđĽ đľđ° đ¸đłđ˘đą đŠđŚđł đ˘đłđŽđ´ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đşđ°đśđł đľđŠđŞđ¨đŠđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđ˘đŻđŚđśđˇđŚđł đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş đ§đ°đłđ¸đ˘đłđĽ đ´đ° đşđ°đś'đĽ đ§đ˘đđ đ°đŻđľđ° đŠđŚđł đđ˘đą, đşđ°đśđł đŹđŻđŚđŚđ´ đ°đŻ đŚđ˘đ¤đŠ đ´đŞđĽđŚ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đŠđŞđąđ´.
''đđŞđŹđŚ đ¸đŠđ˘đľ?'' đđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đąđłđ°đˇđ°đ¤đ˘đľđŞđˇđŚ, đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đş đşđ°đś đđ°đ¸đŚđłđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đľđ°đŻđŚ đŞđŻ đ˘ đ´đŚđĽđśđ¤đľđŞđˇđŚ đ¸đ˘đş, đ§đŚđŚđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŞđ´ đ¨đ˘đŽđŚ đ°đ§ đ¤đ˘đľ đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđ°đśđ´đŚ đŹđŻđ°đ¸đŞđŻđ¨ đĽđ˘đŽđŻ đ¸đŚđđ đ´đŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đľđŠđŚ đąđ˘đľđŞđŚđŻđ¤đŚ đ°đ§ đ˘ đąđłđŚđĽđ˘đľđ°đł đ¤đŞđłđ¤đđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đąđłđ˘đş, đŚđ˘đ¤đŠ đľđŞđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đŚđ¤đ°đŻđĽ đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđ˘đĽđŚ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đ¨đłđŚđŚđŻ đŚđşđŚđ´, đĽđ˘đłđŹđŚđŻ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đĽđŚđ´đŞđłđŚ.
''đđ°đŻ'đľ đąđđ˘đş đ¤đ°đş đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŽđŚ đŻđ°đ¸, đ /đ. đ đ°đś đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đŚđšđ˘đ¤đľđđş đ¸đŠđ˘đľ đ'đŽ đľđ˘đđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ.'' đđŠđŚ đŽđśđŽđŁđđŚđĽ, đłđŚđ´đľđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đąđ˘đđŽđ´ đ°đŻ đşđ°đśđł đŠđŞđąđ´ đľđ° đ¨đłđŞđą đľđŠđŚđŽ đľđŞđ¨đŠđľđđş đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đ´đŠđ˘đŽđŚđđŚđ´đ´đđş đ´đľđ˘đłđŚđĽ đ˘đľ đşđ°đśđł đąđŚđłđŹđŚđĽ đŻđŞđąđąđđŚđ´, đ˘đśđĽđ˘đ¤đŞđ°đśđ´đđş đŞđŻ đˇđŞđŚđ¸ đłđŞđ¨đŠđľ đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđľ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł.
đđ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đşđ°đśđł đŁđŚđľđľđŚđł đŤđśđĽđ¨đŚđŽđŚđŻđľ, đ¸đŠđŞđ¤đŠ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ˘đđ¸đ˘đşđ´ đ¤đđ°đśđĽđŚđĽ đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đŞđľ đ¤đ˘đŽđŚ đľđ° đ˘đŻđşđľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđˇđ°đđˇđŞđŻđ¨ đđđđŞđŚ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đđŞđđđŞđ˘đŽđ´, đŞđłđłđŚđ´đąđŚđ¤đľđŞđˇđŚ đ°đ§ đ¸đŠđŚđľđŠđŚđł đ´đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđ°đ° đŁđśđ´đş đĽđłđ°đ°đđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đˇđŚđł đşđ°đśđł đđ˘đ¤đŹ đ°đ§ đ´đśđąđąđ°đłđľ đśđŻđĽđŚđł đľđŠđŚ đľđŞđ¨đŠđľ đ´đŠđŞđłđľ đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đĽ đ°đŻ, đşđ°đś đ˘đ¤đľđśđ˘đđđşÂ đ¸đ˘đŻđľđŚđĽÂ đľđ° đąđđ˘đş đ˘đđ°đŻđ¨ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŚđł đŤđŚđ˘đđ°đśđ´đş.
đđ§ đ°đŻđđş đ§đ°đł đ´đŚđđ§đŞđ´đŠ đłđŚđ˘đ´đ°đŻđ´, đľđ° đ´đŚđŚ đŠđ°đ¸ đ§đ˘đł đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đĽđłđŞđˇđŚ đŠđŚđł đ¤đłđ˘đťđŞđŚđł đľđŠđ˘đŻ đ´đŠđŚ đ˘đđłđŚđ˘đĽđş đ¸đ˘đ´, đľđ° đ´đŚđŚ đŠđ°đ¸ đ§đ˘đł đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đąđśđ´đŠ đŠđŚđł đŁđśđľđľđ°đŻđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đŚđŚ đŠđ°đ¸ đąđłđŞđŽđ˘đ đ˘đŻđĽ đ˘đŻđŞđŽđ˘đđŞđ´đľđŞđ¤ đ´đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đ¨đŚđľ, đŠđ°đ¸ đ¨đ°đ°đĽ đ´đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đşđ°đś đ§đŚđŚđ.
''đđ§ đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đˇđŚ đ´đ°đŽđŚđľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đ´đ˘đş đľđ° đŽđŚ, đđđđŞđŚ, đŤđśđ´đľ đ´đľđłđ˘đŞđ¨đŠđľ đśđą đ´đ˘đş đŞđľ.'' đ đ°đś đŠđśđŽđŽđŚđĽ, đľđŞđľđđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŠđŚđ˘đĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻđ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đľđ° đ´đľđ˘đłđŚ đłđŞđ¨đŠđľ đŞđŻđľđ° đŠđŚđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đđŚđ˘đŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘ đ§đŚđ¸ đŞđŻđ¤đŠđŚđ´ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹđ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đľđ° đĽđŚđŽđ°đŻđ´đľđłđ˘đľđŚ đ¸đŠđ˘đľ đ´đŠđŚ đĽđŚđ´đąđŚđłđ˘đľđŚđđş đ¸đ˘đŻđľđŚđĽ đľđ° đĽđŚđˇđ°đśđł.
''đđŞđĽ đşđ°đś đ¨đ° đ°đŻ đąđ˘đľđłđ°đ đ¸đŞđľđŠđ°đśđľ đ˘ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŁđłđ˘?'' đ đ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đ´đŚđŚ đľđŠđŚ đŚđšđ˘đ¤đľ đŽđ°đŽđŚđŻđľ đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đľđŠđŚ đľđŠđ°đśđ¨đŠđľ đ¤đłđŚđŚđąđŚđĽ đŞđŻđľđ° đŠđŚđł đŽđŞđŻđĽ, đŠđŚđł đđŞđąđ´ đąđłđŚđ´đ´đŚđĽ đŞđŻđľđ° đ˘ đľđŞđ¨đŠđľ đđŞđŻđŚ đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đłđ˘đŞđ´đŚđĽ đ˘đŻ đŚđşđŚđŁđłđ°đ¸ đśđą đ˘đľ đşđ°đś, đŠđŚđł đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đ´đđ°đ¸đđş đľđłđ˘đŞđđŞđŻđ¨ đśđąđ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đľđ° đ´đŚđľđľđđŚ đśđŻđĽđŚđłđŻđŚđ˘đľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đŁđłđŚđ˘đ´đľđ´, ��đŚđł đľđŠđśđŽđŁ đ¤đ˘đłđŚđ´đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đ¤đŞđłđ¤đđŚđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ´đŚđŻđľ đ´đŠđŞđˇđŚđłđ´ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đşđ°đśđł đ´đąđŞđŻđŚ.
''đđŠđ˘đľ đŞđ§ đ đĽđŞđĽ?'' đ đ°đś đ˘đ´đŹđŚđĽ đąđłđ°đˇđ°đ¤đ˘đľđŞđˇđŚđđş, đ˘ đŁđłđŚđ˘đľđŠ đđ°đĽđ¨đŚđĽ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł đľđŠđłđ°đ˘đľ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đ§đŚđđľ đŠđŚđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đľđłđŚđŽđŚđŻđĽđ°đśđ´đđş đ´đđ°đ¸ đŁđłđśđ´đŠ đ°đˇđŚđł đşđ°đśđł đ¤đđ°đľđŠđŚđĽ đŻđŞđąđąđđŚđ´.
''đđłđŚ đşđ°đś đąđđ˘đşđŞđŻđ¨ đ¨đ˘đŽđŚđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŽđŚ đŻđ°đ¸, đŠđŽ?'' đđŚđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đŁđśđłđŻđŚđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘ đ§đŞđłđŚ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đŞđ¨đŻđŞđľđŚ đŚđˇđŚđŻ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ°đ´đľ đĽđ˘đŽđąđŚđŻđŚđĽ đ´đąđŞđłđŞđľđ´ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚđł đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đľđłđ˘đŞđđŚđĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đľđŠđŚ đĽđŞđąđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¤đśđłđˇđŚđ´ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş, đ¨đłđ˘đŁđŁđŞđŻđ¨ đłđ°đśđ¨đŠđđş đ˘đľ đşđ°đśđł đ˘đ´đ´, đ´đ˛đśđŚđŚđťđŞđŻđ¨ đąđ°đ´đ´đŚđ´đ´đŞđˇđŚđđş đľđ° đŁđłđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ˘đ´ đ¤đđ°đ´đŚ đľđ° đŠđŚđł đŁđ°đĽđş đ˘đ´ đąđ°đ´đ´đŞđŁđđŚ đ¸đŠđŞđđ´đľ đąđłđŚđ´đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đ§đŞđłđŽđđş đ°đŻ đŠđŚđł đđ˘đą.
đ đ°đśđł đŞđŻđ´đľđŞđŻđ¤đľđ´ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ´đąđ°đľ đ°đŻ. đđˇđŚđłđşđľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ đşđ°đś đ´đŚđŚđŽđŚđĽ đľđ° đŁđŚ đđŞđľ đđŞđŹđŚ đ˘ đ§đŞđłđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đąđłđ˘đ¤đľđŞđ¤đ˘đđđş đ˘đŁđđ˘đťđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đ° đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đŻđľđŞđŻđśđŚđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đ¸đŞđ¤đŹđŚđĽ đ¨đ˘đŽđŚ, đ¸đłđ˘đąđąđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đ˘đłđŽđ´ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đŠđŚđł đŻđŚđ¤đŹ đľđŚđ˘đ´đŞđŻđ¨đđş, đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đłđśđŻđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đśđą đ˘đŻđĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đŠđŚđł đŻđ˘đąđŚ.
''đđŠđ˘đľ đŞđ§ đ đĽđŞđĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đđŚđ´đ´đŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đľđŠđŚ đąđłđŞđˇđŞđđŚđ¨đŚ đ°đ§ đ˘đđ đľđŠđŞđ´ đ§đ°đł đŠđ°đśđłđ´..'' đđŞđľđŠ đŞđŽđąđ˘đľđŞđŚđŻđ¤đŚ đľđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đˇđŚđł, đşđ°đś đąđđ˘đ¤đŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đ°đˇđŚđł đđđđŞđŚ'đ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘đĽđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŽđ°đłđŚ đąđłđŚđ´đ´đśđłđŚ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŹđŞđŻ, đşđ°đś đłđ°đ˘đŽđŚđĽ đŠđŚđł đąđ˘đđŽđ´ đ°đˇđŚđł đşđ°đśđł đ¤đŠđŚđ´đľ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¸đ˘đľđ¤đŠđŚđĽ đŠđŚđł đŽđ°đśđľđŠ đ§đ˘đđ đ°đąđŚđŻ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đľđ°đśđ¤đŠ, đ˘đ¨đ˘đąđŚ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ´đŚđŻđ´đ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ.
''đđśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđđ-'' đ đ°đśđł đąđđ˘đşđ§đśđ đąđłđ°đˇđ°đ¤đ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đ¸đ°đłđŹđŚđĽ đ¸đ°đŻđĽđŚđłđ´. đđđđŞđŚ đđ°đ°đŹđŚđĽ đ˘đľ đşđ°đś đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŚđł đŽđŞđ´đŽđ˘đľđ¤đŠđŚđĽ đ¨đ˘đťđŚ, đĽđ˘đłđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ°đłđĽđ´ đ¤đ˘đŽđŚ đ°đśđľ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đŽđ°đśđľđŠ đŁđ˘đłđŚđđş đ¤đ°đŠđŚđłđŚđŻđľ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đŚđ˘đłđ´.
''đđŻđĽ đŠđ°đśđłđ´..'' đ đ°đś đ¤đ˘đłđłđŞđŚđĽ đ°đŻ, đ´đŽđŞđłđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ´đŞđ¨đŠđľ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đ´đ° đŠđśđŻđ¨đłđŞđđş đ§đ°đ¤đśđ´đŚđĽ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đş đşđ°đśđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đ¸đŚđłđŚ đŞđŻđľđŚđłđľđ¸đŞđŻđŚđĽ, đŽđ°đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đśđą đ˘đŻđĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đŞđŻ đ´đđ°đ¸ đŽđ°đľđŞđ°đŻđ´.
''đđ°đŻ'đľ đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đŽđŚ đ¨đ° đ§đŞđ¨đŠđľ đľđŠđŚ đ¨đśđş, đ đ˘đ¤đľđśđ˘đđđş đđŞđŹđŚ đŠđŞđŽ.'' đđđđŞđŚ đŽđśđłđŽđśđłđŚđĽ, đŚđ˘đłđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘ đ´đ°đ§đľ đ¨đŞđ¨đ¨đđŚ đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đđŞđąđ´ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đ§đłđŚđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻđŚ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đľđ° đ¨đłđ˘đŁ đľđŠđŚ đŻđ˘đąđŚ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đŻđŚđ¤đŹ đľđ° đđŚđ˘đŻ đşđ°đś đ§đ°đłđ¸đ˘đłđĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđđş đĽđŚđ´đ¤đŚđŻđľ đŠđŚđł đđŞđąđ´ đŠđśđŻđ¨đłđŞđđş đśđąđ°đŻ đşđ°đśđłđ´.
đđŚđł đľđ°đŻđ¨đśđŚ đŁđłđśđ´đŠđŚđĽ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đľđŠđŚ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹđ´ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đľđŚđŚđľđŠ, đľđŠđŚ đłđ°đ°đ§ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đŽđ°đśđľđŠ, đľđ˘đŻđ¨đđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đ°đ¸đŻ đŞđŻ đ˘ đĽđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đ˘đ´ đľđŞđŽđŚđđŚđ´đ´ đ˘đ´ đľđŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚ đşđ°đś đ§đŚđđľ đŞđľđ´đŚđđ§ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚđł đ˘đłđŽ đ¤đ°đŞđđŚđĽ đľđŞđ¨đŠđľđđş đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đşđ°đś, đąđśđđđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đśđąđłđŞđ¨đŠđľ đľđ° đ§đđśđ´đŠ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đŠđŚđł đ¤đŠđŚđ´đľ.
đđŚđł đ¸đ˘đłđŽ đŁđłđŚđ˘đľđŠ đ§đ˘đŻđŻđŚđĽ đ˘đ¤đłđ°đ´đ´ đşđ°đśđł đ¤đŠđŚđŚđŹ đ¸đŠđŞđđ´đľ đ´đŠđŚ đľđłđ˘đŞđđŚđĽ đŠđŞđ´ đđŞđąđ´ đľđ° đąđłđŚđ´đ´ đ˘ đŹđŞđ´đ´ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đ´đŠđŚđđ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đŚđ˘đł.
đđľ đĽđŞđĽđŻ'đľ đľđ˘đŹđŚ đđ°đŻđ¨ đ§đ°đł đŠđŚđł đľđ° đ´đľđ˘đłđľ đľđłđ˘đŞđđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đđ°đąđąđş đŹđŞđ´đ´đŚđ´ đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đŤđ˘đ¸ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đąđśđđ´đŚ, đŁđŞđľđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đąđđ˘đ¤đŚ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đŁđ˘đ´đŚ ��đ§ đşđ°đśđł đŻđŚđ¤đŹ đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đŞđľ đ¤đ°đŻđŻđŚđ¤đľđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽđŚđł, đľđŠđŚđŻ đ´đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŹđŞđŻ đ˘đŻđĽ đđŞđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đˇđŚđł đľđŠđŚ đ§đłđŚđ´đŠđđş đ§đ°đłđŽđŚđĽ đŁđłđśđŞđ´đŚ.
đđ´đŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đľđ°đŻđ¨đśđŚ, đđđđŞđŚ đĽđłđŚđ¸ đ˘ đđ°đŻđ¨ đ´đľđłđŞđą đśđą đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đŻđŚđ¤đŹ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đŚđ˘đł, đ¤đ˘đśđ´đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş đľđ° đ´đŠđśđĽđĽđŚđł. đ đ°đś đąđłđ˘đ¤đľđŞđ¤đ˘đđđş đŽđŚđđľđŚđĽ đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đ´đŠđŚ đ¸đŠđŞđ´đąđŚđłđŚđĽ ''đđđŚđ˘đ´đŚ, đąđśđľ đľđŠđŚđŽ đŞđŻ đŽđş đŽđ°đśđľđŠ đŁđ˘đŁđş-''
đđŻđĽ đđŞđŹđŚ đ˘đđ¸đ˘đşđ´, đşđ°đś đ°đŁđđŞđ¨đŚđĽ đľđ° đŠđŚđł đłđŚđ˛đśđŚđ´đľ, đľđłđ˘đŞđđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđľđŞđąđ´ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŁđ°đľđľđ°đŽ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đ¤đ°đľđľđ°đŻ đ´đŠđŞđłđľ, đŠđ˘đ´đľđŞđđş đľđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđľ đ°đ§đ§ đľđ° đđŚđľ đşđ°đśđł đŁđłđŚđ˘đ´đľđ´ đ´đąđłđŞđŻđ¨ đ§đłđŚđŚ đłđŞđ¨đŠđľ đŞđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđľ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đľđłđŚđŽđŁđđŞđŻđ¨ đđŞđąđ´ đ´đ° đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđđş đĽđ° đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đąđđŚđ˘đ´đŚđĽ.
đđ˘đ´đąđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đľ đŠđŚđł đľđ°đśđ¤đŠ, đşđ°đś đ¨đłđŞđŻđĽđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đŠđŚđł, đĽđŚđ´đąđŚđłđ˘đľđŚ đ§đ°đł đ¤đ°đŻđľđ˘đ¤đľ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đ´đŠđŚ đŞđŽđŽđŚđĽđŞđ˘đľđŚđđş đŁđŚđ¨đ˘đŻ đ´đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨, đŁđŞđľđŞđŻđ¨, đ˘đŻđĽ đđŞđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŻđŞđąđąđđŚ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đ¨đłđ˘đŁđŁđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ°đľđŠđŚđł đŁđłđŚđ˘đ´đľ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŚđł đłđŞđ¨đŠđľ đŠđ˘đŻđĽ, đŽđ˘đ´đ´đ˘đ¨đŞđŻđ¨ đŞđľ đ§đŞđłđŽđđş.
đ đ°đśđł đ°đŁđ´đ¤đŚđŻđŚ đ¨đłđ°đ˘đŻđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¸đŠđŞđŽđąđŚđłđ´ đ§đŞđđđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đśđ¤đľđŞđ°đŻ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đśđł đ¨đŞđłđđ§đłđŞđŚđŻđĽ đŠđśđŽđŽđŚđĽ đ´đ˘đľđŞđ´đ§đŞđ¤đŚđĽ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đşđ°đśđł đ´đ°đ§đľ đ´đŹđŞđŻ, đŽđ˘đ´đ´đ˘đ¨đŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ§đđŚđ´đŠ đ´đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ´đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đŻ đ´đ° đľđŚđŻđĽđŚđłđđş, đđŞđŹđŚ đ´đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻ'đľ đ¨đŚđľ đŚđŻđ°đśđ¨đŠ.
đđľ đ˘đđŽđ°đ´đľ đ¤đ°đśđŻđľđŚđłđ˘đ¤đľđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đŁđ°đłđĽđŚđłđđŞđŻđŚ đąđ˘đŞđŻđ§đśđ đ§đđŞđ¤đŹđ´ đşđ°đśđł đ°đľđŠđŚđł đ´đŚđŻđ´đŞđľđŞđˇđŚ đŁđśđĽ đ¸đ˘đ´ đłđŚđ¤đŚđŞđˇđŞđŻđ¨ đ§đłđ°đŽ đŠđŚđł đŻđ˘đŞđđ´, đ¨đłđ˘đťđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đąđŞđŻđ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đłđŚđąđŚđ˘đľđŚđĽđđş.Â
đ đ´đśđłđ¨đŚ đ°đ§ đ˘đłđ°đśđ´đ˘đ đŠđŞđľ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş đŞđŻđ´đľđ˘đŻđľđđş, đ§đŚđŚđđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŻđŚđ˘đł đŞđŻđ´đľđ˘đŻđľ đłđŚđ˘đ¤đľđŞđ°đŻ đŁđŚđľđ¸đŚđŚđŻ đşđ°đśđł đľđŠđŞđ¨đŠđ´ đ˘đłđŞđ´đŞđŻđ¨ đŁđş đľđŠđŚ đ´đŚđ¤đ°đŻđĽ.
đđ° đŁđ˘đđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§, đşđ°đś đ¨đłđŞđąđąđŚđĽ đđđđŞđŚ'đ´ đĽđŚđ§đŞđŻđŚđĽ đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽđŚđłđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đśđĽđĽđŚđŻđđş đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đ°đ đľđŚđŽđąđŚđłđ˘đľđśđłđŚ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŚ đłđ°đ°đŽ đľđśđłđŻđŚđĽ đŞđŻđľđ° đśđŻđŁđŚđ˘đłđ˘đŁđđŚ đŠđŚđ˘đľ, đ´đŹđŞđŻ đ°đŻ đ§đŞđłđŚ đ¤đ°đŻđľđłđ˘đĽđŞđ¤đľđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đđĽ đ´đ¸đŚđ˘đľ đ´đđŞđąđąđŞđŻđ¨ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đşđ°đśđł đ´đąđŞđŻđŚ đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đŹđŚđąđľ đľđśđ¨đ¨đŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđ¸đŞđ´đľđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đŻđŞđąđąđđŚđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŁđ°đľđŠ đŠđŚđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđ°đŻđ¨đśđŚ.
''đđđđŞđŚ- đ§đśđ¤đŹ, đ đŻđŚđŚđĽ đŽđ°đłđŚ-'' đ đĽđŚđ´đąđŚđłđ˘đľđŚ đ¸đŠđŞđŻđŚ đŚđ´đ¤đ˘đąđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đąđ˘đłđľđŚđĽ đđŞđąđ´ đđ°đśđĽđđş, đşđ°đśđł đŠđŞđąđ´ đ˘đłđ¤đŞđŻđ¨ đśđąđ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đĽđŚđ´đąđŚđłđ˘đľđŚđđş đľđ° đľđłđş đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđŚđŚđľ đŠđŚđłđ´.
đđˇđŚđłđş đŻđŚđłđˇđŚ đŚđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đ˘đ´ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş đŞđ´ đ°đŻ đ§đŞđłđŚ, đ´đ¤đłđŚđ˘đŽđŞđŻđ¨ đ§đ°đł đŠđŚđł đľđ° đľđ°đśđ¤đŠ đşđ°đś đŚđˇđŚđłđşđ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ, đ˘đŻđşđ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đ´đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ.
đđ˘đŻđľđŞđŻđ¨, đşđ°đś đ¤đđ°đ´đŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´, đ¤đ°đŽđąđđŚđľđŚđđş đ´đŞđŻđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđŚ đ§đŚđŚđđŞđŻđ¨ đ°đ§ đđđđŞđŚ'đ´ đ´đđŞđŽ đ¤đ°đ°đ đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đĽđ˘đŻđ¤đŞđŻđ¨ đ°đˇđŚđł đşđ°đśđł đŠđ°đľ đ´đŹđŞđŻ, đ´đŻđŚđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đśđŻđĽđŚđłđŻđŚđ˘đľđŠ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đŞđ´đľđŁđ˘đŻđĽ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đŤđ°đ¨đ¨đŚđłđ´.
đ đ°đś đŠđ˘đĽ đľđ° đłđŚđŽđŞđŻđĽ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§ đľđ° đ¨đŞđˇđŚ đşđ°đśđł đľđŠđ˘đŻđŹđ´ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đąđ˘đ´đľ đ´đŚđđ§ đ§đ°đł đşđ°đśđł đ°đśđľđ§đŞđľ đ¤đŠđ°đŞđ¤đŚđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đĽđ˘đş đ˘đ´ đľđŠđŚ đ˘đ¤đ¤đŚđ´đ´ đ§đ°đł đđđđŞđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŚđ˘đ´đş.
đđ´ đľđŠđŚ đąđđŚđ˘đ´đśđłđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ°đˇđŚđłđ¸đŠđŚđđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŚđˇđŚđłđş đŻđŚđłđˇđŚ, đşđ°đś đľđ˘đŻđ¨đđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đŞđŻđľđ° đľđŠđŚ đśđŻđĽđŚđłđ´đŞđĽđŚ đ°đ§ đđđđŞđŚ'đ´ đŠđ˘đŞđł, đąđśđđđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đ¤đđ°đ´đŚđł đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đ¤đŠđŚđ´đľ, đŹđŻđ°đ¸đŞđŻđ¨ đĽđ˘đŽđŻ đ¸đŚđđ đŠđ°đ¸ đ´đŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚđĽ đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đŽđ°đľđŠđŚđłđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ, đ´đ°đ§đľ đŁđŚđ˘đśđľđŞđ§đśđ đ¨đ˘đ´đąđ´ đđŚđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đŽđ°đśđľđŠ đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đ´đ˘đˇđ°đśđłđŚđĽ đŚđˇđŚđłđş đ´đŚđ¤đ°đŻđĽ đ°đ§ đŞđľ.
''đđ° đ¸đŚđľ-đ§đśđ¤đŹ.'' đđŠđŚ đŽđśđ§đ§đđŚđĽ đ˘đđŽđ°đ´đľ đŞđŻđ¤đ°đŽđąđłđŚđŠđŚđŻđ´đŞđŁđđŚ đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đŹđŚđąđľ đđ˘đąđąđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đľ đşđ°đśđł đŁđłđŚđ˘đ´đľ, đ´đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđ˘đđ§ đ°đ§ đŞđľ đŞđŻ đŠđŚđł đŽđ°đśđľđŠ đľđŠđŚđŻ đ°đśđľ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻ, đłđŚđąđŚđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ˘đŽđŚ đŽđ°đľđŞđ°đŻ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đŠđŚđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đ´đđŞđąđąđŚđĽ đąđ˘đ´đľ đşđ°đśđł đľđłđ˘đŻđ´đąđ˘đłđŚđŻđľđđş đ´đ°đ˘đŹđŚđĽ đąđ˘đŻđľđŞđŚđ´.
đđŞđľđŠđ°đśđľ đ¸đ˘đłđŻđŞđŻđ¨, đ´đŠđŚ đ´đđŞđąđąđŚđĽ đ˘ đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđł đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đśđł đŚđŻđľđłđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đŁđśđłđłđŞđŚđĽ đŞđľ đ¸đŞđľđŠđŞđŻ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đ¨đ˘đ´đąđŚđĽ, đ´đŚđ˘đłđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđ°đľ, đşđ°đśđł đ¸đ˘đđđ´ đ´đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđł đĽđŚđŚđąđŚđł đ˘đŻđĽ đ¤đđŚđŻđ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đŞđľ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđśđŻđ¨đŚđł đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đ´đŠđŚ đ˘đĽđĽđŚđĽ đ˘đŻđ°đľđŠđŚđł.
đđŞđľđŠ đŚđ˘đ´đŚ, đ´đŠđŚ đ¤đśđłđđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚđŽ đśđąđ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đľđ° đŠđŞđľ đşđ°đśđł đ´đąđ°đľ đŞđŻđ´đľđ˘đŻđľđđş đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đłđŚđ˘đľđľđ˘đ¤đŠđŚđĽ đŠđŚđłđ´đŚđđ§ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đ°đľđŠđŚđł đŻđŞđąđąđđŚ, đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ¤đłđş đ°đśđľ đŞđŻ đąđđŚđ˘đ´đśđłđŚ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đąđ˘đłđŹ đ°đ§ đ´đ˘đľđŞđ´đ§đ˘đ¤đľđŞđ°đŻ đ§đłđ°đŽ đľđŠđŚ đŁđśđĽ đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đľđśđ¨đ¨đŚđĽ đ°đŻ đ¨đŚđŻđľđđş đŁđş đľđŚđŚđľđŠ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đ¤đ°đŽđąđđŚđľđŚđđş đŚđŻđˇđŚđđ°đąđŚđĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđ°đŻđ¨đśđŚđĽ, đ´đ°đ°đľđŠđŞđŻđ¨đđş.
đđđđŞđŚ'đ´ đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŚđĽ đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đś đ´đđ°đ¸đđş, đ˘đ¨đ°đŻđŞđťđŞđŻđ¨, đŽđ˘đľđ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đąđ˘đ¤đŚ đ°đ§ đŠđŚđł đľđ°đŻđ¨đśđŚ đ¤đŞđłđ¤đđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŚđŻđ´đŞđľđŞđˇđŚ đ´đŹđŞđŻ. đ đ°đś đŤđ°đđľđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đŞđ§ đşđ°đśâđĽ đŁđŚđŚđŻ đŚđđŚđ¤đľđłđ°đ¤đśđľđŚđĽ, đľđŚđŻđ´đŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đŠđŞđłđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đľđŞđ¨đŠđľđŚđŻđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đ¨đłđŞđą đ°đŻ đŠđŚđł đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ´đśđ¤đŠ đ§đ°đłđ¤đŚ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đśđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŻđ˘đŞđđ´ đŽđŞđ¨đŠđľ'đˇđŚ đđŚđ§đľ đŽđ˘đłđŹđ´ đśđŻđĽđŚđłđŻđŚđ˘đľđŠ.
''đđśđ¤đŹ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§ đ°đŻ đŽđş đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´, đŁđ˘đŁđş..'' đđŠđŚ đŠđśđŽđŽđŚđĽ đ´đ°đ§đľđđş, đĽđ˘đłđľđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đśđąđ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đľđ° đŽđŚđŚđľ đşđ°đśđłđ´, đŠđŚđł đąđ˘đ¤đŚ đŁđłđśđľđ˘đ, đ˘đŻđĽ đşđ°đśđł đˇđŞđ´đŞđ°đŻ đŁđđśđłđłđŚđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ´đľđ˘đłđ´ đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đŠđŞđľ đľđŠđŚ đĽđŚđŚđąđŚđ´đľ đąđ˘đłđľđ´ đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŚđł đđ°đŻđ¨ đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đ°đˇđŚđł đ˘đŻđĽ đ°đˇđŚđł.Â
đ đ°đś đ¤đ°đŽđąđđŞđŚđĽ đľđ° đŠđŚđł đłđŚđ˛đśđŚđ´đľ, đđŞđ§đľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŠđŞđąđ´ đ´đđŞđ¨đŠđľđđş đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđŚđŻ đŁđśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚđŽ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ, đ¨đłđŞđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đľđŠđŚđş đ§đŞđđđŚđĽ đşđ°đś đśđą, đşđ°đśđł đ¨đđŞđ´đľđŚđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đđŞđ¤đŹ đ¤đ°đ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đ§đ°đđĽđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đĽđłđŞđąđąđŞđŻđ¨ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đ°đŻ đŠđŚđł đŤđŚđ˘đŻđ´, đ¤đłđŚđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŚđľ đ´đąđ°đľđ´ đ˘đđ đ°đˇđŚđł.
đ đ°đśđł đ´đľđ°đŽđ˘đ¤đŠ đŽđśđ´đ¤đđŚđ´ đ¤đđŚđŻđ¤đŠđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đ˘đŻ đ°đłđ¨đ˘đ´đŽ đ´đŞđŽđŽđŚđłđŚđĽ đđ°đ¸ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł đ˘đŁđĽđ°đŽđŚđŻ. đ đ°đś đ§đ°đśđ¨đŠđľ đŚđˇđŚđłđş đśđłđ¨đŚ đľđ° đ¤đđ°đ´đŚ đşđ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđłđ°đ¸ đşđ°đśđł đŠđŚđ˘đĽ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đŁđśđľ đşđ°đśđł đŚđşđŚđ´ đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻ'đľ đĽđłđŞđ§đľ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ§đłđ°đŽ đđđđŞđŚ đ´đ° đđ°đ´đľ đŞđŻ đŚđśđąđŠđ°đłđŞđ˘, đ¸đ°đłđ´đŠđŞđąđąđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŹđŞđŻ đđŞđŹđŚ đ˘ đľđŚđŽđąđđŚ.
''đđŠ đŽđş đ¨đ°đĽ-'' đ đ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đľđłđŚđŽđŁđđŞđŻđ¨ đ§đłđ°đŽ đŠđŚđ˘đĽ đľđ° đľđ°đŚ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đŁđśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¤đđśđľđ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đŠđŚđł đŠđ˘đłđĽ, đ¨đ˘đľđŠđŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŠđ˘đľđŚďż˝ďż˝đŚđł đŚđŻđŚđłđ¨đş đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đĽ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł ��đşđ´đľđŚđŽ đĽđśđŚ đľđ° đ˘đĽđłđŚđŻđ˘đđŞđŻđŚ đľđ° đŹđŚđŚđą đ´đđŞđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đ§đ°đđĽđ´ đśđą đ˘đŻđĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đ°đŻ đŠđŚđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´
''đđŚđľ đ¨đ° đ§đ°đł đŽđŚ, đ¤đ°đŽđŚ đ°đŻ đ˘đŻđ¨đŚđ-'' đđŠđŚ đ¸đŠđŞđ´đąđŚđłđŚđĽ đŁđłđŚđ˘đľđŠđđŚđ´đ´đđş đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đ´đŽđ°đľđŠđŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđłđ´đŚđđ§ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đşđ°đśđł đŁđłđŚđ˘đ´đľđ´, đđŞđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŻđ°đ¸ đŁđłđśđŞđ´đŚđĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đŚđŻđ´đŞđľđŞđˇđŚ đ´đŹđŞđŻ, đ´đđ°đ¸đŚđł đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđ°đłđŚ đĽđŚđđŞđŁđŚđłđ˘đľđŚđđş đľđŠđ˘đŻ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ.
đđŠđŚ đ˘đ¤đľđŞđ°đŻ đĽđłđŚđ¸ đ˘ đ´đŠđ˘đłđą đ¤đłđş đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đđŞđąđ´ đ¸đŠđŞđ¤đŠ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ˛đśđŞđ¤đŹđđş đ´đľđŞđ§đđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đşđ°đś đŁđŞđľ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚđŽ, đ´đ˛đśđŞđłđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đśđŻđĽđŚđł đľđŠđŚ đ§đđŞđ¤đŹđŚđłđ´ đ°đ§ đ´đŚđŻđ´đ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ.
đ đ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đŻđ° đđ°đŻđ¨đŚđł đ¤đ°đŻđľđłđ°đ đľđŠđŚ đŽđ°đ˘đŻđ´ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¸đŠđŞđŽđąđŚđłđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đđŚđ§đľ đşđ°đś đ˘đ´ đ´đŠđŚ đľđŠđłđśđ´đľđŚđĽ đŠđŚđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đĽđŚđŚđą đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ, đ¸đŠđŞđľđŚ đĽđ°đľđ´ đ¤đđ°đśđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đˇđŞđ´đŞđ°đŻ đ˘đ´ đľđŠđŚ đ°đłđ¨đ˘đ´đŽ đŠđŞđľ đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đłđĽ, đşđ°đśđł đ¸đŠđ°đđŚ đŁđ°đĽđş đ´đŠđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đľđŠđŚ đ´đśđĽđĽđŚđŻ đłđŚđđŚđ˘đ´đŚ đ°đ§ đľđŚđŻđ´đŞđ°đŻ.
đđŠđŚđŻ đđđđŞđŚ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđđş đľđśđ¨đ¨đŚđĽ đŠđŚđł đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđ´ đ°đśđľ, đşđ°đśđł đ¸đ˘đđđ´ đ¤đđŚđŻđ¤đŠđŚđĽ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đľđŠđŚđŽ, đ˘đđŽđ°đ´đľ đđŞđŹđŚ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđłđşđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đŹđŚđŚđą đľđŠđŚđŽ đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ đ§đ°đł đ˘đ´ đđ°đŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đąđ°đ´đ´đŞđŁđđŚ. đđľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŠđŚđ˘đĽđş, đŞđŻđľđ°đšđŞđ¤đ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đşđ°đś đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻ'đľ đ¨đŚđľ đŚđŻđ°đśđ¨đŠ.
đđłđ˘đĽđśđ˘đđđş, đşđ°đś đ§đŞđŻđ˘đđđş đ§đđ°đ˘đľđŚđĽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đŠđŞđ¨đŠ, đşđ°đś đ´đđśđŽđąđŚđĽ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đđđđŞđŚ'đ´ đ¤đŠđŚđ´đľ đ˘đ´ đľđŠđ°đśđ¨đŠ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđłđŚ đ§đđ°đ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨, đ§đŚđŚđđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŚđł đŠđŚđ˘đłđľđŁđŚđ˘đľ đŽđ˘đľđ¤đŠ đşđ°đśđł đ°đ¸đŻ.
''đ đ°đś đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ đľđ°đ°đŹ đľđŠđŚ đŁđłđ˘ đ°đ§đ§ đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đ đ¤đ˘đŽđŚ đŠđ°đŽđŚ, đłđŞđ¨đŠđľ?'' đ đ°đś đŽđ˘đŻđ˘đ¨đŚđĽ đľđ° đ´đđśđł đ°đśđľ, đđ°đ´đľ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ˘đđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đŚđŻđ´đ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đ˘đ´ đđđđŞđŚ đ´đľđ˘đłđľđŚđĽ đĽđłđ˘đ¸đŞđŻđ¨ đ´đ°đ°đľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ¤đŞđłđ¤đđŚđ´ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ˘đłđŚ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ.
''đ đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đŁđ˘đŁđş.''
#ahhh my first Ellie smut#i hope that was okay!!#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#tlou#tlou2#the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie williams x y/n#abby anderson smut
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Bathroom Fun.
Ellie x Fem Reader
đŹđđ§đŁđđŁđđ¨: smut,..bathroom fucking.
âfuck ellieeeâ you whimpered out lowly. grabbing at her wrist. đŽđ¤đŞ đ đŁđđŹ đđđđđŠđĄđŽ đđ¤đŹ đŽđ¤đŞ đđ¤đŠ đŽđ¤đŞđ§đ¨đđĄđ đđŁ đŠđđđ¨ đĽđ¤đ¨đđŠđđ¤đŁ. In the bathroom at your brothers cookout. Getting your pussy đđđ¨đ¤đĄđŞđŠđđĄđŽ đđŞđđ đđ by your gf ellie.
đđ¤đŞ đ đŁđđŹ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđ§đ đđđđŁđ đ đŠđđđ¨đ..đđŞđŠ đđŞđđ đ¨đđ đđŞđ¨ đĄđ¤đ¤đ đđ đŠđ¤ đđ¤đ¤đ đđŁ đđđ§ đ¤đŞđŠđđđŠ. đ˝đĄđŞđ đđĄđđŁđŁđđĄ. đđ¤đĽ đŞđŁđđŞđŠđŠđ¤đŁđđ đ¨đđ¤đŹđđŁđ đ¨đ đđŁ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđ§đ đđŽđđŁđ đŠđ¤ đ¨đŞđđ đ¤đŁ.ďżź
âshitt..â your low moans barely noticeable by the wet sounds of squelching coming from your cunt. ellieâs fingers rubbing up against your insides. âyea baby..â her tone full of lust. Eyes glaring into your face. gazing as you contoured in pleasure.
She leaned into your neck. Chapped lips felt on you. âteasing me all day baby..in this fucking dressâ fingers pounding Into you faster. âpleaseâ whining out loudly. you met her eyes. she smirked. âplease what?..â âplease g- go faster i..â not letting you finish she pushed in another finger. đŻ đŁđ¤đŹ đđŁđ¨đđđ đŽđ¤đŞ. your pussy stretched out đŽđ¤đŞ đđ¤đŞđĄđ đđŞđ¨đ. âlike this baby?..â
you let out a moan when her other hand reached your neck. she gripped harshly. âanswer meâ she growled. âye- ahhh yesss..â she chuckled. âI bet it does..â she had you pinned to the wall. âI feel like I need a apology for the teasing baby..donât you think?â she asked gripping your chin. her thumb now grazing ur nub. making you shiver.
âwearing this short fucking dress..you wanted me to fuck youâ you gasped lowly. âfucking answer me y/nâ you barely could speak. you were so close to cumming. her fingers were massaging your insides so đđŞđđ đđŁđ đđ¤đ¤đ. you bucked your hips. only letting out moans.
âCmere..â she gripped your hips. âellie whaâŚââshut your fucking mouthâ she swiftly bended you over the sink. pussy wide open. glistening wet. her fingers rubbed over your now sensitive core. âyea not funny being teased right?..â your only response a quiet whine. wanting her fingers back inside you. she spread your ass open. Looking down at the view. your wetness drizzling between your thighs. âfuckk I wish I had my strap right now..just wanna tear your pussy apart..â she bit her lip. now staring at you through the mirror.
âel- ellieâŚâ you moaned. reaching back pulling her closer. âfuck me please..â you gazed up at the mirror.
đ¨đđ đŹđđ¨đŁ'đŠ đđŞđŽđđŁđ đđŠ.
âIm s- sorry el..â âsorry for whatâ she pinched your ass. âf- for being a tease..â you lowly spoke. âyour my good girl yea?..mine to fuck whenever I want?..â âMhmm..âđ˘ đđĄđĄ đŽđ¤đŞđ§đ¨â
âfuck come hereâ she pulled you up by your hair. roughly kissing your lips. sighing into it. you brought her hand back to your pussy. đ¨đđđŁđđĄđđŁđ đŹđđđŠ đŞ đŹđđŁđŠđđ.
she pulled away from you. âellieeeeâ you looked back at her. ellie being met with your doe eyes. âdo something ple-â her fingers pushed back into you. not letting you finish. she gripped your hair. your top half being pullled back towards her body.
âfuckk ahhh..ju- just like thatttâ she smacked your ass harshly. âel..â she smacked it again. leaving her marks. âall you wanted was to get fucked huh..?-â âget your pussy fucked by me..â she smacked you once more.
âyesssssâ you whined out. âpull your tits out I wanna see emâ she demanded. you failed the first time hand sliding back on the sink. âfuckâ you muttered out. you quickly got the string off your arms slipping them off. âoh fuckâ Ellie groaned. Sliding her hand thumb past your nipple. cupping it đ§đ¤đŞđđđĄđŽ.
your pussy was leaking with your juices. you were so wet. đđŁđ đ¨đ¤ đđĄđ¤đ¨đ. âel- mâgonna-..â you say. leaning your head back towards her.
Interrupting you mid sentence. A knock was heard.
Ellieâs movements on your pussy still going. âell- stop..â you muttered quietly. she just kept going. your toes curled. hips bucking into her.
âshh..shh- shutup..â she growled. you whined lowly.
the knocking still being heard. her fingers just wouldnât stop. your pussy was đŹđ§đđđ đđ. you felt your juices all over your thighs. âellie..im cumminggg..â moaning loudly. she quickly put her hand over your mouth. âshut..upâ her fingers still rubbing your insides.
after a few seconds the knocking stopped. âoh fuckâ ellie groaned. she moved her hand away from your mouth. pulling her fingers out your pussy. âoh ellie..â you quietly spoke. pulling her in by her flannel. lips grazing hers. âjust fucking kiss meâ she said. hands snaking their way down your ass. âfuck Iâve been wanting to do ruin you all day..â she spoke rubbing your ass.
âme too..â you murmured. she chuckled. leaning in nipping at your neck. soothing it a second later with her tongue. âel..round 2 l- laterâ you stuttered. her tongue making you forget your in your đđ§đ¤đŠđđđ§đ¨ bathroom.
Ellie groaned. âyea- yeaâ you moved to pull your dress down fixing yourself. âCmon babyâ you grabbed her hand pulling her to the door.
Ellie suddenly let go. you turned around only to be pushed to the wall. hand roughly gripped around your neck. you whimpered loudly.
âI swear if you tease me again this whole fucking night y/n..I will happily bring you back in here and fuck you harder than I did..you heard me?..â you gasped quietly. Ellieâs eyes eating you up. âye- yesâ she smirked. âgood girl..now cmon canât afford us getting caught..â You stared at her dumbfounded.
âwhat?..â she looked confusion on her face. âEllie you literally fingered me through my orgasm while someone was knocking..â you giggled.
âWeâre not arguing about this..bring your assâ she muttered grabbing your hand. âyou love it thoooâ you spoke.
You walked hand in hand back into the living room where everyone was. Ellie pulling you to the couch. Nestling you in her lap. you rubbed your ass against her. âoh yea..your gonna be in for it babyâ Ellie murmured. ďżź
đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđ§đ đđĄđ§đđđđŽ đŹđđŠ đđđđđŁ. đŠđđđŁđ đđŁđ đ¤đ đđĄđĄ đŠđđ đŹđđŽđ¨ đŠđ¤ đŠđđđ¨đ đđđ§ đ¨đ¤ đ¨đđ đđ¤đŞđĄđ đđ§đđŁđ đŽđ¤đŞ đđđđ đŠđ¤ đŠđđ đđđŠđđ§đ¤đ¤đ˘.
pt 2 maybe?..
photo creds @angel-gbc on yt.
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READ CHP3 OF MARLEY AND GODDD that felt like a show episode. the visuals were so clear, and it felt real and raw, but ALSO comedic, especially with the perfectly timed interruptions of both reader and ellie going, "i'm a lesbian." at different times in the fic, but it's such a perfect loop EEEEEKK đ
one of my top fav series' so far
AHHH AHH AHH AHHH!! thatâs exactly what i was going for!! youâre the first person to call it âcomedicâ, and that makes me so so so happy. i really wanted the series to have romcom vibes, so this is a genuine compliment. the smut was definitely lacking, but i think iâve improved over the months when it comes to that ;)
anyway, youâre a doll baby and i adore you. iâm over the moon that someone as talented as yourself enjoys my writing <3
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listen.... i know that halloween joel has been taking up so much real estate in our brains.. but for the sake of asking about a fic i know nothing about: PLS antique restorer joel is exactly what i need on this day đľâđŤ ILYSM
AHHH KIWI! you have selected my nearest and dearest wip to ask about.
this one is *actually* called patina...the title hasn't been updated for my doc because this fic has actually been living in one of my notebooks. so i will try to summarize as best as i can!
oh! and it is my first OC fic!
Mabel Fletcher has been waiting for her life to feel like hers. Only thirty years old, and she feels worn, used, and discarded -- by family, friends, and especially her (pending) ex-husband, Bridger Monroe. All thirty of her years have been spent on the east coast, following a path carved out for her with such fine detail, if she stepped out mere centimeters, it felt like all would crumble. And, well, she was right. Leaving what she knows behind, Mabel moves herself across the country with a suitcase and a backpack to a small town near Monterey, California. Random, obscure, and totally off radar. Plus, the picturesque town reminded her of a version of home that wasnât broken; the perfect setting to finally make her own choices and begin her first novel. She rents a cottage near the beach for a month, paranoia telling her to move on before she gets too settled. Building a routine quickly in her first few days, there's a mysterious man she encounters on the beach nearly every morning. Following her swimming and lounging on the sand, Mabel heads into town to the cafe, either picking up a to-go cup or sitting down to work. A curious young employee, Ellie, starts up conversation each time Mabel visits. One morning, following her same schedule, unable to shake the rigidity of her previous life, the mystery man approaches her after she comes out of the water. Introducing himself in a gruff manner, Joel Miller asks if she's the author his kid keeps talking about, and informs her that he runs and workshops out of the antique store in town. What she comes to know about Joel shapes their relationship through their differences, and it all finally feels like her choice. Whether it's the right one is to be discovered.
in each run-in after, tension thickens between the two of them, and, well, the rest is to be written. but i do have it planned! angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, this fic will have it all!!!
that was a lot but i am very excited for this one. definitely won't be posting until it's all written though, sorry friends!
#i would take a bullet for mabel and joel and ellie#i love them all so much already#asks#kiwi tag#writing
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For the ask game: 2, 40, 63, 64 and 71! (Hopefully that's not too many haha) đ
HI SWEETHEART <3 omg no such thing as too many I'm blushing :,) tysm for these!! (and sorry in advance for the yapping yoikes)
2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?
usually I'll map out all the scenes and bits I want in a chapter before cracking into a first draft. in longer series, I usually have 2 main "arcs" in the story, so I plan out each arc as I reach it :-) overall for chaptered fics, I'm pretty big on discovery writing. usually if I make a huge, detailed outline for the whole thing before starting there's no way in hell I'll end up following it. I like to have a vague arc and feel it out as I go. especially with the ends of series, I usually like to leave that open when I start, and by the time I get a third into the series the end will often clarify for me. (with some exceptions - I've known the end to Lock the Gate from the beginning, and had a pretty clear vision for the end of I'll Carry You when I started out!)
40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?
omg this is so cute :,) well @toomanytookas recently made the most beautiful art of a tiffany lamp for Cover Me Up that made me WEEP!! to pick out such a sweet image in the story was so thoughtful ahhh I would be touched to see fanart of whatever - I'm always so curious what scenes / moments / images stick out to readers :,) but off the top of my head, one scene I think would be hysterical to see visually is the glitter scene in See You At Three near the end of chapter 2. the image of sarah & ellie posing in their paper costumes in a chaos of craft supplies just makes me giggle :-)
63. Something you hate to see in smut.
when I'm editing a smut scene and discover I've accidentally given one of the characters like six hands HAHA
64. Something you love to see in smut.
ooooh, real good dialogue >:-) I love a verbal man!! make him run his mouth!! I also really love little moments of awkwardness or humor (if it suits the characters / moment ofc). sex can be so goofy & clumsy in real life and even though purely ~sexy~ smut is so fun, it gets me whenever there's a moment when the characters are able to laugh at each other without breaking their connection, ya know?
71. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?
I've got a planning google doc where I dump ideas / outlines into for me to reference as I go, but usually at the end of the fic doc I also just ramble off general beats, or leave myself notes of things I want to call back to / reference later <3 I admit I am not very organized or graceful in planning. it's chaos in there. sos.
get to know your fanfic writer!
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Quiet, Baby
Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader
Summary: This is NOT how you wanted your first impression to go
Genre: Smut, fluff, modern!AU, drabble
Warnings: Fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), dom!Ellie, sub!reader, getting caught, Joel being very supportive and sweet, embarrassment, Ellie being commanding, teasing, petnames, praise
Word count: 580
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"Joel! We're here!" Ellie yells into the house as she unlocks the door with a key she has, pushing both your suitcases inside the house.
There was no response, which confused Ellie. Someone was always home.
"Joel? Tess?" She yells, waiting for a reply only for it to never arrive. Ellie checks her phone, seeing a message from Joel she must've missed while on the plane.
Adopted papa: Will be out of the house until 4pm. Don't wait up for dinner. Can't wait to meet your new girlfriend.
The text made Ellie blush as she looked at you, giving you a small smile. "Looks like we're alone until 4 pm," she pauses for a moment, lips pulling into a smirk, "Wanna see my old room?"
And that's how you ended up in your current position, moaning as Ellie's fingers worked their magic, pumping in and out of you with incredible accuracy in hitting your G spot. You fisted the sheets beneath you as she instructed you to keep your arms by your side which was absolute torture. All you wanted was to touch her, to feel her.
"Atta girl. Being so good for me baby, fuck, so beautiful." She grunts out as she lowers herself to lay on her stomach, fingers still fucking you, face so close to your pussy you swear you could already feel her tongue against your clit.
Then finally she lowers her mouth to your pussy, lips wrapping around your clit and the tip of her tongue licking thoroughly as she sucks your clit into her mouth.
"Ahhh! Ellie!" You moaned out, grabbing her hair to try and push her into you more.Â
She growled as she grabbed your wrist from her hair, her mouth stopping its work on you. "What did I say about touching?" Her eyes pierced into yours as you let out a bratty whine, watching your wetness stain her chin and lips.
"Wanna touch you, Els," you mumbled out, clenching and unclenching your fingers as Ellie held your wrist more firmly.
"You don't get to touch, pretty," she said as she brought your hand back down your side, instructing you to once again keep it there as she resumed her previous task of eating you out.
It didn't take you long to feel the familiar build of orgasm in your stomach. The pleasure building up higher and higher until-
"Hey kiddo, we're home early!" Ellie's adoptive father's voice calls out as he opens the door to her old bedroom, before quickly shutting it again. "I didnât see nothin'!" He yells.
Ellie jumps away from you, cheeks, neck and ears red from embarrassment, "Joel! Knock next time for fuckâs sake!"
You grabbed the blanket that was thrown next to you as you quickly covered yourself with it, even though Joel wasn't in the room anymore. Thankfully only your bottom half was exposed, unthankfully that means your girlfriend's dad saw your naked pussy.Â
"WellâŚ.uh, I see you two are a bit preoccupied, but do try to wrap up because Tess and I would love to meet her."
"Joel, please!" Ellie yells exasperated.
There was a beat of silence as you thought he left, "By the way, she's very pretty." Joel says, a deep chuckle coming from him.
"Joel!" Ellie yells one more time until you finally heard footsteps walking away. Ellie turns to you, "You okay, baby?"
You blushed as you covered your eyes with your hands, "That was not how I wanted to meet your dad."
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âââ real talk i have been dying to chat with you about ur writing but i've been so "AHHH" about it
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Hmm I definitely have a lot to say about some of my fics, but for today Iâll talk about âMatter of Honorâ because that was my first vaynemille fic and apparently the one most peeps know me for (to the point I saw one peep brought it up in official server and my soul proceeded to leave my body pls why must you mention it in official)
A-hem
Back when I first played g22-g23, being a fresh returnee to mabi, I never got a chance to grieve over Talvish because the moment Vayne appeared oh boy the effect he had on meâŚthe design(Iâm weak towards edgy looking bastards), how the dialogue constantly states he stares at your milletianâŚTHE TOUCHING OF FACE AND HIS STUPID SMILEâŚ.a-hem. The point is I was falling HARD and what better way besides making fanart to express how much I adored this bastard.
Write fanfic! Smut fanfic! Though the actual smut is like waaaay at the end and is like three paragraphs top at best!!But! That was my goal, to portray the slow burn desire that transpires between Vayne and the millet. In this case my millet but not millet Elise!
(The face of a fool with horrible taste in men)
Iâm sure I already talked plenty about Ellie before so Iâll keep this part brief, but one of her most defining traits is that she can be quite the pushover and is always the one to suggest giving people a chance (even if said people might not deserve it. Something she needs to learn coughs).
Vayne, as much as her passive ass does irritate him, he does use it to his advantage as he sees fit. Like arriving at her doorstep, drenched in dirt and blood knowing full well her kind nature wonât reject him.
Any sane person would have prolly chased Vayne out of their farm with a shotgun (atleast thatâs what I would do if I saw a freaky guy clad in demonic armor standing on my porch) but alas my poor fool of course lets him in. Once that door closes, here is where their dance begins as Elise immediately becomes overwhelmed by the scent of blood and the implications of said blood (did I mention she has a murder fetish, people always freak out about this over her cannibalism for some reason shrugs).
I realize now we never learn what his exact duties are as a member of the BMO at the time I wrote this, but I always figured Vayne had to at least have taken part in hunting down potential victims for the cult or spies trying to infiltrate the order. I donât believe now with everything we know that he does mindless killing BUTâŚhe is(was) the Destroyer, was responsible for the biggest war that transpired in erinn(not to mention setting lose the dragon in Tara castle).
But going back to the start of the dance, Elise is busy having an internal battle with herself for desiring Vayne SPECIFICALLY when he has freshly killed someone as she already struggles enough as it is itâs desiring her enemy in general. I could go into a tangent about this, but basically Elise has always had a morbid fascination with violence, not on a massive scale but more personal 1 versus 1 kind of situation. Is part of the reasons she first became drawn towards Vayne, sensing immense power from him, later for him to confirm to her he is a hardened warrior just piqued her interest more. And her interest becomes piqued once more.
We enter now the next scene where the dance prepares to escalate, inside the washroom where everything transpires. I had a lot of brainstorming concerning where they were gonna do the do, originally it was going to be a bathtub since that is usually the norm in medieval times and the positioning required would be easier with their height difference.
But I thought about it more, I truly wanted a claustrophobic setting with Elise trapped and personal space non existent between them to make it more intense. So after a lot of thinking it over(and doodling it) I went with the small shower stall route. And I know a shower stall may seem modern, but like, this game is still a fantasy world with a lot of inventions that would have never existed in medieval Ireland. So I took liberties and figured Elise would have eventually discovered how to set up a magic plumbing system. The fountains in Tara and Belfast imply a plumbing system does exist already, at least in the cities.
Here we enter the first escalation as Vayne is being his charming self and offering some major insight on how he got his very tiny injury. And because he is a perfectly normal gentleman he uses it as opportunity for roleplay and he just so happens to have the best rp partner for it.
Look at her, getting into character so quickly, a dream rp partner /s
Sadly the roleplaying doesnât end well, as Ellie tries one last futile attempt to kick him out (Iâve been writing post g25 Ellie a lot and I realize she would have set him on fire at this point otl). It doesnât work obviously, this is a smut fic and I must build it up and the pretense of trying to get rid of him, which SHE can..if she truly wanted, is just part of it as we get balls deep into it.
Hehe get it, balls, cuz he took off his pants-shot-
This part was my favorite to write the inner conflict Ellie is having here as she has to battle between keeping her pride and not allow herself to be pushed around anymore or embrace her craving for intimacy. The rest of the fic deals with it as these idiots are just challenging each other to see who is the most horniest (both, both of them are just different ways to portray it). Either way I just realized both situations could have been wins, she gets dick regardless at the end.
Anywho, thatâs it for my commentary, and rereading the fic again thereâs so much I need to rewrite sobs
#asks#sorry for the essay#long post#and sorry for late reply I actually got so excited my brain had stage fright otl
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alice give us your hq blog recs! for fluff, smut, anything you like
wait eye- apgiafjaope um letâs see: (also if you are a writer that I mentioned in this post but you donât want to be tagged/mentioned, PLEASE LET ME KNOW I WILL UNTAG YOU). Also this is such an incomplete list but itâs who came to mind - i love so many blogs idk how to choose.Â
@neonghxst writes some wonderful wonderful stuff, her series âIn Orbitâ is what convinced me to simp for Atsumu. Sheâs also just lovely in general
@imomomi - nesa has TWO complete smaus that are both masterpieces + her collab fic for kita is just chefâs kiss exquisite (she collabed with ma @atsunflower - whomst is also a wonderful writer)
@luckywritesss - I love luckyâs writing so so so much iâm so hyped for her smau yâall should go check it out
@deltachye - writes amazing everything. Their writings are just so freaking beautiful I love everything theyâve written (I think i found them on AO3 first? - I think chatoyant is one of my favorites works by them)Â
@tetsuwhore ofc I have to mention izzy bcos have you all seen her spicy spicy blog itâs wonderfulÂ
@sneezefiction gracie is amazing and lovely also she just consistently writes some good good stuff ILY BB
@inarizakikoukou - micchi has this amazing Dr. Kuroo series that I simp for on the daily like yes I love the idea of chemsitry PhD kuroo with his family
@catharsisbabey - nona has an amazing atsumu series going rn (itâs a kitsune AU which i love) and iâm so pumped for the next part
@come-on-shitty-boys - MADDI MY LOVE oh my gosh yâall her recent Atsumu angst was wonderful i was waiting for every new installment. Maddi in general excels at breaking my heart with her lovely angst
@toorusquill - vera is just an angel sheâs so wonderful also she does amazing hcs + writings she gifted me with demigod!Bokuto her stuff is just out of this world!
@keiyoomi - ellie is productivity queen also her recent fluffs have made me uwu so hard itâs just out of this worldÂ
@ksyescribe - ale is a queen she writes content for my best boy Aone and also orbit is literally one of the best osamu fics iâve ever readÂ
@bbytetsu - they just write some really great nsfw stuff and i love their recent sexy mishaps hcs like they are hilarious and put a smile on my face
@mooshua - THE GODDESS WHO BROUGH US MSBY JACKALS ONLINE i love all of auroraâs fics they are so hilarious yet capture the haikyuu characters so so well
@drxxmofyou - soraâs oikawa angst is amazing - honestly itâs what inspired me to write âwhen and whereâÂ
@agaassi - I LOVE LOVE LOVE ae raâs current smau with bokuto (itâs called unexpectedâ) itâs so adorable + ae ra has really good tips for how to make banners/dividers that are easy to follow
@scandeniall - riâs stuff is so so good, whenever itâs on my dash i instantly have to read
@astereim - rein writes so much idk how she does it but like i love all her hcs idk something about them just makes it so easy to picture myself there with whatever haikyuu boy sheâs writing about
@haikyuucute - listen I LOVE their ABO stuff. IK abo isnât everyoneâs cup of tea but the way Essa writes abo dynamics (especially bc they have a whole series for my favorite boy USHIJIMA) like ahhh also they high key convinced me to simp for kageyama bcos of their oneshot âMiscommunicationâÂ
@beccascribbles - one of my favorite Iwa series (also ABO) but like ugh protective/possessive IWA is just mmmm YES I LOVE IT
#alice talks#fic recs#you should follow all of them bcos they are great#go follow tis mandated by your one and only sleep deprived person aka ME#spring blossoms
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