#ellie grace cumming

[disease]

BRUCE LABRUCE | THE MISANDRISTS [2017] PHOTOGRAPHY: SARAH PIANTADOSI STYLING: ELLIE GRACE CUMMING

[whenlovetriestoleave]

"i was under the spell, and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, i perfectly knew i was" : francis quarshie, douta sidibe, muhammed sarr, aboubakar konte, & tamsir gaye by gabriel moses for another magazine s/s '24

styling by ellie grace cumming, hair by eugene souleiman, makeup by mata mariélle

[scintillulae]

[funstealer]

Philip K photographed by Alasdair Mclellan & styled by Alister Mackie for anOther man magazine, Fall/Winter 2012.

[black-is-no-colour]

Sara Grace Wallerstedt & Jess Maybury, photographed by Pieter Hugo and styled by Ellie Grace Cumming for Re-Edition Magazine N°11 Spring Summer 2019

[adreciclarte4]

Marina Abramović, 2023 by Ellie Grace Cumming

[ohmelinoe]

EDITH, dir. Rei Nadal

[fyeahtimwalker]

A Scented Spectacular by Tim Walker for Jo Malone, Holiday 2019 campaign

Starring Lorna Foran and Will Sutton. Styling by Ellie Grace Cumming. Set design by Shona Heath.

[k3n-dyll]

Taking Turns [Ellie W. + Abby A.]

||Men, minors, and ageless DNI

CW: Overstim, dom!Ellabs, sub!reader, fingering(r!receiving), cunnilingus(r!receiving) edging,  strap usage(r!receiving), dacryphillia(?), reader has hair, POC friendly cus duh, AFAB reader,strap on referred to as a cock, porn with no plot, no y/n usage

Word Count: 1,032 Masterlist. Divider Creds

A/N: I haven't written in so long so please give me some grace if this is ass

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷“Watch her fuck you, baby…there you go ” Ellie coos, a gentle hand playing with your hair, her soft lips occasionally pressing little kisses to the top of your head as you rest against her. She’s relaxed, slouched up against the headboard as she holds you to her stomach, free hand gently tugging at your hardened nipple, pinching the sensitive bud between her fingers. 

Your mind is completely blank by now, jaw slack, tears rolling down your cheeks as Abby’s thick fingers pump mercilessly in and out of you. Her face is buried snug between your legs, her sharp blue eyes staring up at you, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure as she laps at your overly sensitive clit. 

The contrast is overwhelming. 

Ellie mumbling sweet praises in your ear that you can barely process as she holds you, her grip firm yet gentle as she practically forces you to watch as the freckled blonde ravages you with her mouth and fingers. You can’t quite remember how many minutes it’s been since this started, but it feels like it's been hours, the two women having switched places three- no four times by now. 

“Look at you, already fuckin’ crying and we haven’t even started with you yet” Ellie remarks, her long fingers untangling from your hair to wipe at your tear-stained cheeks. It’s not like you can help it at this point. Ever since the last switch, Abby has been deliberate in the way she handles your body, getting you right up to the edge of your orgasm over and over again before pulling away, leaving you breathless and desperate, clenching around the phantom of her fingers. Like right now. Abby feels you begin to pulse around her digits, your whimpers and cries of pleasure becoming louder by the second, and just like that her pace slows to a stop.

"A-Abs, please-" You start as Abby pulls away from your cunt completely, a string of her saliva and your juices breaking between her lips and your glistening folds as she sits up.

"Don't you want this baby?" Abby asks, the "this" in question being the ribbed, purple silicone strap resting on her hips. As she speaks, she positions her body between your legs, wrapping her large hand around the toy and gently tapping it against your swollen clit, making you twitch. You feel like you could cum from that alone. You nod your head vigorously in response to Abby's question, and the blonde just fucking laughs.

"Use your words, pretty girl." she says, her voice firm. While Abby and Ellie don't often agree on a lot of things, one thing they can agree on is the fact that your voice sounds like heaven. Especially when you're like this. It feels good to know that, but at the same time, it's difficult not to become irritated when they're constantly expecting you to speak to them clearly through ragged breaths and fucked out whines.

You can't help but let out an impatient, drawn-out groan at Abby's demand but you try your best anyways, begging for her to "just fuck you already" through labored breathing. Normally that wouldn't work, Abby would prefer to hear you ask nicely but she can practically feel your desperation, and she's just as needy so she lets it slide this once. Your breath catches in your throat when Abby's movements transition from gently rubbing the mushroom-like tip of her cock against your drooling pussy to pushing it inside. Ellie's voice overlaps over the high-pitched whine that escapes your throat at the feeling.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. You can take it" Ellie murmurs, her hands still gently groping and tugging at your tits, her green eyes staring intently at the way Abby is sliding into you.

Abby pushes the silicone deep, all the way to its base before letting out a low groan as if she could actually feel your warm walls surrounding it. Her thrusts are gentle at first, but it doesn't last long before the sound of skin on skin begins filling the room, along with your breathless cries. The blonde is ruthless, but she takes her time, pulling her cock almost all the way out of you before slamming it back in at full force. Her strong hands grip onto your thighs so hard that her fingernails dig into your skin, soft grunts and moans forcing their way out of her each time the base of the strap bumps against her throbbing bundle of nerves.

"A-Abby I'm gonna- fuck" Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, the mere thought of her stopping right now almost makes you let out a sob, but she doesn't. Abby is way too focused on how fucking good you look and sound right now to even think about teasing you anymore, not to mention her own inner thighs becoming moist with her wetness with each thrust, close to cumming herself.

"I know, I know baby- Jesus Christ" Abby mutters between gritted teeth, her eyebrows knitted together as her thrusts become more erratic. "Cum for me, c'mon."

If you didn't know any better, you would think the muscular blonde had some kind of remote control to your body because you cum almost immediately after she says it, your body convulsing as your orgasm rips through you, the feeling almost too much after being denied it so many times. Abby reaches her climax quickly after, her hips involuntarily snapping forward a few more times as her body twitches from the pleasure before she leans over you to catch her breath.

When she comes down from her high, Abby pushes off of you, the silicone sliding out slowly and sending a shiver through your body. Your legs go limp against the bed when she moves, a thin layer of sweat covering your body, eyes threatening to close. Before you get the chance though, you feel a hand tapping against your cheek. It's Ellie. Looking down at you with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"We didn't say you were finished, doll" she says, gently moving you off of her so that she can stand, switching places with Abby. Again.

"I still haven't had my turn, yet"

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! I barely proofread this so I'm sorry if it reads a little odd. Constructive feedback is appreciated!

[fettuccin-e]

Patience Long Gone

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, thigh riding obviously, praise, dry humping (yeah that's right nobody gets naked), Jackson!era, Joel talks dirty yeah I said it (w/c: 1.1K)

A/N: Ayo first Joel fic and it's during Kinktober ofc. I have been reading too many Joel fics to not partake in the old man thirst okay. And also have you seen this gif??? I want to ride that man's thigh like its a rodeo okay!! (For the month I have been following this list by flightlessangelwings!)

He can’t fuck you like he wants to, not right now. And God, Joel wants to, so badly. But there’s no time. There’s never any fucking time.

He hadn’t minded the hustle and bustle of Jackson when he and Ellie first arrived. He’d been grateful for the distraction, for the feeling of being useful again. He’d been grateful for the patrols, the odd repairs around town that didn’t require any socializing, content in his solitude with Ellie safe and sound within the town’s walls.

And then he’d met you. Sweet, soft, you, that doesn’t take any of his bullshit, forces him out of his shell with your sharp wit and endless patience. You, who Tommy introduced to him as the town veterinarian, until you became so much more. You, who asked him to fix your doorframe so, so sweetly, and not five minutes into his work, dragged him into your home and into your bed.

He never truly left.

But there’s no time to treat you like he wants to, fuck you like both of you need. There’s always something else, a threat at the border, an emergency in the stables. He hasn’t seen you cum in weeks, and the thought makes him shudder. He has the most beautiful woman in this entire godforsaken world, and he can’t even find the time to make her feel so fucking good.

It’s one of those few moments where you both are home, exhausted but not nearly tired enough to sleep. You’d crawled into his lap like a damn cat, planting yourself on his thick thigh, all languid grace and allure that has his cock aching in his jeans.

You curl two fists into his shirt, pulling him to your lips, and fuck, this is nothing like the stolen kisses you share in the spare moments you find with each other. This is water in the desert. This is life, not just survival. You’re so fucking soft against him, you scent invading his nose.

“Missed you,” you breathe between kisses, “Missed you so much, Joel.”

He groans, curling his fingers into your hair. He licks softly at your bottom lip, begging wordlessly for you to open for him. You do, without hesitation, and moan in a way that has his head spinning as he licks into your mouth. 

“God, sweetheart,” he grumbles as you break apart for breath. “You’re so goddamn pretty. Missed you too, sweet girl, been missin’ you so fuckin’ bad.”

He lets his hands explore you, roaming down your back, up under your shirt to feel that soft, soft skin. He paws over the curve of your ass, and he can’t help but smirk into your mouth as your hips buck forward.

“Needy,” he drawls, but he pushes on your ass again, making your hips buck forward along his thigh. Fuck, it’s good, the way you moan so pretty for him. “You wanna cum, pretty girl?” he croons. You nod so hard he thinks your head may fly off, but you seem to think better of it far too soon for his liking, shaking your head, as if to dismiss the very thought of chasing your own pleasure.

“I’m supposed to help Maria- fuck,” you curse as he leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. “I’m supposed to help Maria with the horses, Joel.”

“She can wait,” he growls, and he pulls on your hips, dragging you up his thigh. You keen involuntarily, the seam of your jeans pressing so hard, so perfect into your clit. “Just want you to feel good, wanna make you feel good.”

His voice is dark, a rasp that has your pussy soaking through your panties. He’s so big, so broad, and his thigh is providing a kind of pressure against your cunt that you haven’t felt for so long. It’s too much of a temptation for you to ignore. You pull your hips back again in a slow, sure drag, before humping back forward. You tuck your face into the crook of Joel’s neck as you let out a high-pitched whine.

“Good fucking girl, sound so pretty for me,” he murmurs, “Don’t that feel nice?” 

You nod frantically into his skin, hands fisting into his shirt so tight your knuckles go pale. You hump your hips forward, again and again and again, moaning as your clit throbs in your panties. Joel’s grip remains tight on your hips, helping you along, pressing you down harder. Your head swims, tears springing to your eyes.

“Need to cum,” you gasp, wriggling your hips in desperate little grinds. “Need to cum so fucking bad, Joel, fuck- I’m, I need it, ah-” You feel desperate, needy, unable to string together a sentence is you hump Joel’s thigh like an animal.

“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, grumbling and wonderful. “I’m gonna make you cum right now, okay sweetheart? And when you get home tonight, I’ll be here to do it again and again, right baby?” The thought has you aching, desperately humping into his jeans. You’re so close, you’re so fucking close.

“I’ll lay you down in our bed, sweet girl, and I’ll eat that pretty cunt out like you deserve, fuck, haven’t tasted you in so fucking long.” Joel pulls you along his thigh as he speaks, flexing the muscle underneath that makes the pressure so much more devastating. “And then I’ll sink my cock into your pretty little pussy, fuck you full of me, baby. I’ll keep stuffin’ you full, make you cum so much you soak the sheets through, and I’ll just keep goin’, right baby? God, I’ll make sure you can’t fuckin’ walk tomorrow,” he snarls his words, a violent, primal promise that has your body quaking in his hold as you cum against his thigh.

You sob with the force of your orgasm, curling into Joel’s solid body as he holds you through it, cooing into your ear how good you are, how gorgeous you look. It’s like you can’t suck enough air into your lungs, trying to get ahold of yourself again. Joel never lets you go, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

When you finally regain control of your breath, your body, you can only tilt your head to his lips to kiss him softly, gently. 

“You didn’t get to cum,” you whine, and Joel chuckles at how forlorn you sound. His beautiful, perfect girl, so caring, so doting.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he grumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “When you get home tonight, I have plans for both of us that’ll have us wrung fuckin’ dry by mornin’.”

[whenlovetriestoleave]

"i was under the spell, and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, i perfectly knew i was" : francis quarshie, douta sidibe, edna karibwami, muhammed sarr, aboubakar konte, & tamsir gaye by gabriel moses for another magazine s/s '24

styling by ellie grace cumming, hair by eugene souleiman, makeup by mata mariélle

[scintillulae]

[las-microfisuras]

Marina Abramović for AnOther Magazine Autumn/Winter 2023. Photography by Jordan Hemingway. Styling by Ellie Grace Cumming.

[black-is-no-colour]

Mona Tougaard, photographed by Alasdair McLellan and styled by Ellie Grace Cumming for D la Repubblica, The Fashion Issue Vol. I, February 2023

[caraphernellie]

⟢ EIGHTEEN PLUS INTERACTIONS ONLY. ellie who has an oral fixation, needing to suck your tits 'til she's overtaken by slumber. and a reader with very, very sensitive tits. she can't help but feel cosy and comforted when she's touching your body, using such grace to hold you. she's not shy, never has been, but she definitely gets embarrassed about this need of hers. winding down for the night, needing your body on her mouth in some kind of way, else she can't take her mind off the strenuous day she's had.

it starts when exhaustion looms over your head, you lie down and tug the covers over yourself and pull ellie under with you – if you don't, she'll never get any rest. there's perhaps a mere minute of quiet, where she gets herself comfortable situated behind you. and then, there's the featherlight touch of her lips against the back of your neck, a hand sliding up beneath your tank top. each kiss peppered down your bare shoulder is a silent form of begging, and she continues until you give in. doesn't take long these days.

your top is tugged up to your collarbone and ellie's lying on you now with a leg hooked right over your waist, a wordless insistence that you've gotta stay put. her hands grasp at your body gently, one splayed against your sternum as her lips purse around an engorged nipple. she's a hot mess, tongue absolutely fastidious, circling the hardened bud and flicking it back and forth. you're tracing wayward strands out of her face and caressing the back of her head as she swallows around your nipple hungrily.

a trail of drool cascades down the underside of your breast, and ellie's hand moves to the free and rather neglected mound beside her face. scrunching, squishing, kneading the skin. it's suddenly different tonight compared to usual, your breath short, muffled little moans eliciting from the fervent touching. and ellie switches between your tits every so often, sucking the soft skin raw and sore until your body grows spasmodic and fluttery, cumming untouched.

by the time it's over, you and ellie's minds are cleared of anything but mild shock, holding on tight with ellie's head against your chest until you both crash.

[hypnagogics]

ellie ver. abby ver. no one asked for this but i'm writing it anyway! to complete the set heheh, and to have SOMETHING in my poor girl dina's section...tis barren. just saw a tumbleweed roll by, actually. warning: extremely lazy, smutty yap ahead. typed this in like .2 seconds idek-

so, to cut straight (not!!) to the chase, dina's favorite method is none of the three—strap, tribbing, or fingering. yes she loves them all, but her favorite would be oral. more specifically face-sitting, methinks. both giving and receiving, but ima talk about receiving.

when she's on top of you, i feel like she'd be very vocal. shaky, sweet-toned moans and sounds falling from her plush lips while you work your magic, and an endless sea of praises for you too. "so good, yes—just like that... don't stop." her velvety voice only eggs you on to do more, as you change your tongue into a point to circle her throbbing bud, before harshly sucking it in your mouth, and feeling her pussy gush all over your face. and fuck how you loved her thighs, you could get lost in kneading the soft flesh, tugging her closer to you with wide caresses all over her creamy skin, wherever you could reach.

you dip your skilled tongue into her quivering hole, and she takes ahold of the top of your head to brace herself, her whines of pleasure increasing in pitch. they say having a woman seated on your face is a near-godly experience, and with dina—boy did that ring true. the longer she stayed there, rocking her hips against your mouth, the less and less you wanted to leave. every move she made was somehow filled with grace and a certain elegance, no matter how lewd it was in actuality.

your eyes would flutter, your own moans muffled and shooting vibrations against her, inciting even more shockwaves of pleasure to shoot through her body. i also think she'd be an expert at keeping her composure. her voice would stay breathy, yet it would have a somewhat softly dominating, even saccharine edge to it, especially when she got close, and you had no choice but to obey.

if she was about to cum you couldn't tell just by her sounds, but by opening your eyes to look up at her and the way she had thrown her head back, her dark locks cascading around her as if they were a waterfall, and the tensing of her pussy, along with her thighs clamping your head in were all telltale signs she was there. you flatten your tongue to let her ride out the high until she's spent, gasping and trembling above you, until she falls to the side with a satisfied smile on her face.

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