#nervous william

[joannasprose]

ellie williams x nervous!reader

content warning: slight insecurity, a nervous girl who doesn’t know what to do with herself, fluff, comfort (as always), vague angst, proofread this time! (proofread but not edited, sorry I’m lazy!)

note: I found this in my drafts, I didn’t even know I made something like this and decided to post it :) also you can thank my mind (in good ways and bad), because I have another Ellie post that will be ready soon 👀 trying so badly not to post back to back though 💜 (this one is a little rushed and not as good as my others because I completely forgot what it was about 🫡)

| ellie can tell that there’s something up with you. when you finally tell her, she can’t help but be slightly amused.

———

ellie’s hand has yet to leave the small of your back. as the two of you walk through the unfamiliar bar, you cling onto her a little more tightly.

she watches you—unbeknownst to you—as your brows furrow, as you begin to chew the flesh of your cheek. “you okay,” she questions, now leading you over to what you assumed to be the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind you.

her hand moves slowly to the side of your waist, pulling you closely towards her, holding you gently. you smile, a nervous one as your arms nervously wrap around the sides of her shoulders and loop around her. “yeah. i’m okay, i’m just…” but you’ve stopped yourself.

it had now been four months since both you and ellie had started dating. even then, before she knew of your feelings—her actions had never failed to make you nervous. sure, she had her moments where she would stumble over her words while a rosy hue coated her cheeks. but the moment she had figured you out, the teasing became relentless. not that you minded it, though.

“I’m fine. It’s fine.” you say, eyes once leaving every inch of her figure and darting to the tiled floors, the decorative picture frames—anything but her.

“Y/N,” ellie says, the softness of her eyes never leaving as she spoke, “tell me what’s on your mind. you know I won’t judge.” her hand abandons your waist, now grazing over the skin of your cheek, holding you gently.

“It’s stupid. It’s nothing really,” you begin. this time ellie doesn’t interrupt, practically forcing you continue on with your ramble. “the people. they make me nervous. and you—“ you say but interrupt yourself. you almost don’t see it. the way ellie’s eyes flicker in guilt, the way her grip on you loosens subtly, as if to free you from the overwhelming feeling of her presence.

“no-no. that’s not what I meant.” you say as you scramble for words. abruptly, you pull her closer to you, a tightening hug that she embraces with you when the feeling subsides. slightly.

“you just. when I’m around you, I don’t know what to do with myself. you make me nervous, it’s just embarrassing. and yeah, I know we’ve been dating for a couple of months now,” ellie watches as you continue with your ramble, the words falling from your tongue mindlessly. she just waits, watches, “but I don’t know. It’s stupid. I’m sorry.”

ellie pauses, and she looks at you, pulling away just to see your face. you look away, eyes finding the hem of her shirt but she pulls her hand to your cheek, making you look at her now. “I make you nervous?” even if you hadn’t looked at her, you could practically hear the smile on her lips. you push her away, now embarrassed.

“ellie, stop,” you say, dragging out the letter p when you say it. You try to sound irritated, but you find yourself fighting away a smile.

“What? I like seeing my girl smile,” she begins, grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to her as the music from the house becomes distorted, slowing becoming nothing but background noise. “And, I don’t want you worrying about anything okay?” ellie backtracks, nearly cringing at her words, “not that, I could just make you not worry, you know? Like I’m not forcing you or anything. I hope it didn’t come out that way.” this time, you find comfort in ellie’s loosely put words.

And as you smile, when you smile, she stops, watching you like she always has.

“It’s okay ellie. I get it.” You pull her closer to you, and this time you don’t hesitate when you push your lips against hers. for a moment, her lips are still, presumably in slight shock—but she quickly recuperates and kisses you back.

after a moment, you pull away and speaks, “you’re not shy anymore? you can kiss me now?”

you shove ellie playfully away from you, muttering asshole, under your breath.

In the height of the night, even with your undying anxiety, you’d always known ellie would be there to comfort you no matter what.



[stephanweaverofworlds]

@faridahmalik @vixendoe

Happy Pride everyone! I haven't posted in a while but Dont Starve is crawling back into my little brain so heres a lil triumphant maxwil because i love them <3

[apoemaday]

Upon Turning 25, a Small Nervous Breakdown

by Megan Williams

I thought marriage, by now, my love, a little house, our vegetable garden growing beautiful, green, rich with vines & I thought weekend getaways, friends always popping by, dinner parties, 2.a.m whispers about all the good years ahead of us & I thought about my own thoughts, unburdened, happy elevator music, self-hatred resolved like a 90s sitcom & I thought at least taxes might make sense, 401ks too, maybe I'd even remember when an oil change is due without Dad's reminder & I thought this black certainty of my own uselessness might evaporate like spilled beer (which I still hate) & I thought this birthday, a quarter century alive, might finally quiet my greed for more — more pink candles, more iMessage confetti, more Mom cooing pretty girl, more chocolate cake, more assurance that I matter, god damnit, that I am worth celebrating even without the love, the little house, the vegetable garden, just me alone, the most stubborn weed, my stupid face turned toward the sun.

[formulanni]

Alex Albon as The Hermit:

The Hermit suggests that you are in a phase of introspection where you are drawing your attention inwards and looking for answers within. You are in need of a period of inner reflection, away from the current demands of your position.

This is a call to embark on a journey of self-discovery, embracing our true spiritual self and inner wisdom.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[andersonfilms]

sub!ellie on top but she’s so awkward about it, she’s definitely giggling and saying lame jokes as she sits herself on your cock which feels unimaginably heavenly but she can’t quite manage the pace well enough so you have to step in for her. your hands grip her slender waist, guiding her into the right rhythm, the dildo bottoming out deliciously until she’s softly thanking you for it as she starts bouncing on your cock while she recites your name like an oath

[pain-is-too-tired]

I'm thinking about the Apollo Cabin and crying again y'all fdhdg

Just thinking about Little Will struggling to find a talent that fits with his other siblings, watching them ace Archery and Music no problem, and feeling really self-conscious about it.

Lee making the decision to have him shadow Michael in the infirmary and Michael immediately being taking him under his wing.

First time Will's healing abilities show up Will's confused as to what had just happened but Michael is pumped. Lee practically could see him glowing when they meet back for dinner Michael's so proud.

Anytime anyone even tries to talk down to Will about his lack of Archery or Music expertise like his siblings Michael has to be held back from throwing hands. Especially cause he knows Will takes it to heart.

After BoM, Will's self confidence plummets due to losing his biggest support system and having to take care of so many lives on his own. It doesn't really start to build back up until Nico starts noticing and helps him through it.

[bratphilia]

endmdjdjkdk perv uncle william finds out reader sleeps wearimg only her oversized shirt and no underwear……

cw ; incest, somno, humping

WILLIAM AFTON who is sent up to your room to check on you. you've been up there quite a while; your parents were concerned. your door is open a crack and when he opens it wider, he finds you asleep on your bed. the glow of lights hitting your sleeping form almost makes you look angelic, which is when he notices you in a certain position. you're on your stomach, hugging a pillow to your head, oversized shirt that would normally reach just below your upper thighs had rode up to reveal your ass. william swallows, trying to wet his dry throat. like a man possessed, he finds himself stepping forward to sit on the bed. you don't even shift, you must be a heavy sleeper. lucky for him. he licks his lips and gets a brilliant, nasty idea.

he slowly slides down the zipper of his slacks down, careful not to wake you from the noise it makes. he climbs around to hover over you on his knees, cock in hand. he releases it to let it slap softly against your ass, making the flesh jiggle and you stir. it makes him harder than he already is. taking his dick back in his hand, he presses it against your pussy. it sticks out between your legs perfectly, presenting yourself to him. he debates putting it in but decides to save that for another time. he wants you to be awake for that. you'd moan so prettily, soprano voice, mouth in the shape of an 'o' as you grip his shoulders. maybe he'd be your first, the first to stretch you out and teach you every dirty thing.

he rubs his dick against your slit. from the angle your laying in, he can't quite hit your clit, but your hole is just enough for him to prod at. he smothers the tip against it, feeling himself lubricating it. it takes everything within him not to just stick his cock inside you. good things come to those who wait, he reminds himself.

"uncle will," you murmur. his attention is taken away from your ass, your pretty fucking pussy, and meets your doe eyes, squinted from sleep and adjusting to the light that bleeds through your room. "what are you doing?"

"shh," he whispers. "go back to sleep, darling. uncle will's just takin' care of his beautiful girl."

"okay..." you rest your head back down on the pillow. william's pushing against your pussy becomes more relentless as he feels himself get closer. your raspy voice, your something-of-a willingness really gets him going.

"'s wrong," you murmur, but your hips are grinding upwards almost desperately.

he looks at you, close to spilling over. he's breathless by now, voice a little louder. "mm, then why are you moving your hips, huh? you want this, honey. it's okay that you're tired, you don't know what you're saying."

"okay, uncle will," you say again, closing your eyes this time. with that, he cums. leaking cock making a mess of your pussy, your legs, and your sheets.

[kittiewales]

day 1 back and already touching his ass in front of the world again

[elliespuns]

The fact Ellie lost the two fingers she used to hold when she was scared or nervous for comfort

Yeah, tell me about it... poor littol pookie

[joannasprose]

can you write hcs of ellie williams x nervous reader based on your last fic? i loved it so much ahh

of course I can! thank you so much for the request :)

sorry this kinda turned out a little longer than I expected it to be, but I hope you love it nonetheless! 💜 (I also don’t know if these would count as nervous, she is nervous—but more anxious, distant?)

content warning: hurt/comfort, overthinking, anxiety, anxiousness, bad habits, not proofread, I think that’s it (?)

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| ellie williams with a nervous!reader, who doesn’t mind speaking for her. Ellie herself isn’t much of a talker—but the two of you are on different spectrums. While Ellie does not go out of her way to talk to people, that doesn’t mean she’s scared. Just awkward, not really surprising. You, on the other hand,, she watches as you just stand nervously to the side, eyes looking everywhere but at the person in from of you. So she’s taken the role of speaking to people when you don’t feel particularly up to it. :)

—

You standthere, arm wrapped around Ellie’s as you watch her conversed in conversation. It’s annoying, really. Feeling as the words get caught up in your throat.

Sometimes, when you watch Ellie talk with people, when you watch her talk for you, you find yourself feeling envious of how easy it comes. Of course, you had known Ellie was awkward—you’d known it since the first day you met her. But she had never been afraid to speak her mind. Unlike you. Who stumbled on words wedged deeply into your anxious mind.

“You okay?” She asks, pulling you out of your dissociative state, and making you focus your attention entirely on her.

You smile as you speak, “I’m fine,” you say, honestly. You sit perched on her lap now, her hand cradles your waist, and she’s looking up to you now. “Okay,” she says hesitantly, “just let me know when you wanna go, okay?” You nod your head in agreement, watching as she turns away, her hand gripping your waist a little tighter to let you know she’s there.

***

You and Ellie lay in bed together, your curled into her and her hand rests on your cheek.

“Y/N, are you okay?” She asks, this time it’s a little more stern than usual. Not harsh. But not soft. You look up to her, watching as her hazel eyes look over all of your features—once again, making you nervous.

“Sometimes I feel like my anxieties is kinda a burden. I don’t know. I just don’t want you to be worried for me all the time.”

You hear Ellie scoff. Laugh, basically.

“It doesn’t matter whether you’re nervous or not, okay? I’ll always worry about you.” You smile as you curl further into her. Her hand that once rest on your cheek, not rests on the back of your head—soothing you to sleep in the wake of the night.

—

| Ellie who makes sure you aren’t indulging in your bad habits; whether that’s picking at your nail beds, not saying what’s completely on your mind, rubbing your hands against the fabric of your clothes. She wants you to be as comfortable as possible. Even if it’s only a little.

—

| Ellie Williams, who comforts you in your overthinking. She found that when dating you, it had only come sparsely in its rarity—but your doubts of her wanting you was there. But she was always there to soothe those needless feelings.

***

“You think I don’t want you?” She asks, brows furrowed deeply.

Again, though not unusual, you avoid her gaze as you speak, “I don’t know. Sometimes I just don’t know why you would want me. It’s stupid. I’m just overthinking again.” And before you know it, Ellie’s lips are pressed against yours—and they are soft as they always were. Delicate, gentle, and real.

“I know I can’t it them go away. Not now, at least. But I always want you. Even when you don’t think I do, all I find myself wanting is you.”

—

| And for the last headcanon, I picture Ellie always being there as you are for her. When she needs you, you’re always there—always there to guide her when in need. And she treasures you for that. Ellie handles you, speaks of you, and thinks of you with care. At least she tries to. Most of the time. Even if she does get frustrated—because no is perfect—she never hesitates to assure you of her love. She knows that her anger can sometimes be reckless—but she tries her best to make it up to you if she ever makes you feel less than what she knows you as. Perfect.

[aouiaa]

how do we feel about my girl?

EDIT: ITS OUTTTTTTT

[rocketqueen1989x]

🍒🎸🎤

[abbysthighs]

She’s so nervous explaining her immunity. I mean, Joel made it clear it should be a secret.

[st4rluvrr]

Her

 ☆ “we can do whatever you want. you can fuck me in the back of your car"

synopsis: you meet ellie in a bar and have sex with her in her car. based on 'her' by chase atlantic.

wordcount: 3.6k

warnings: 18+, daddy issues, mentions of alcohol, sub!top ellie, dom!bottom reader, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding (ellie!receiving) strap-on-sex (r!receiving), nipple play, tit sucking, hickeys, very little after care, little angst, ellie begging, let me know if i've missed anything

author note: okay so this if my first time writing smut so I hope it's good. i rushed the ending and there was meant ot be a scene where reader eats out ellie but i got too tired. so maybe next time. i'm not sure if there is a part 2 to this, if i think of something i'll write it. hope you like it :)

“I’m gonna get another drink. Want anything?” You asked your friend, and she waves you off, too engrossed with the man next to her. It was part of the reason you had finished your drink so quickly. The other was that you wanted to get drunk. You needed to after the week you had.

Your dad had tried to contact you, spilling some rubbish apology on why he left when you were young. And you didn’t plan to forgive him after everything he did while in your life. But that didn’t stop him from leaving you like hundred voicemails. You had no idea how he even got your number in the first place, but you couldn’t block him either. He always kept his number private, making it impossible to make the calls stop.

You weaved around the bar, swimming between the bodies. The bar was packed with people standing in each corner of the bar. The heat was suffocating, surrounding you from each angle. It was making your hair stick slightly to your neck. You ran a hand along your neck, pulling the hair from it.

You push through the crowds until you are at the front of the bar, and people knock into the back of you, pushing you against the wood. You stand on the top of your toes to try and get the bartender's attention, rocking back and forth on your heels while waiting for someone to notice you.

“What do you want?” A voice comes from your left. It’s smooth and runs along your ears like caramel.

“What?” You ask, hardly hearing your voice of the music.

“What drink do you want?” They ask again, patiently waiting for your answer.

You finally look over at them. Her hair was short, barely reaching her shoulders. She had half of it tied in a knot, small pieces falling and framing her face. Her face was littered with freckles, and you wanted to join them to see what constellations they would make. She was wearing a plaid shirt over a white wifebeater. She has the sleeves rolled up, showing off her tattoo that wrapped around her forearm. You wanted to trace the leaves with your finger.

You look back up at her face quickly, not wanting to be caught checking her out. The smirk on her lips tells you you have been caught, her green eyes scanning up and down your body.

“Tequila,” You say, staring into her eyes. You seemed to be caught in a trance, the words stuck on your tongue.

“Two tequila shots, please?” She gets the bartender's attention quickly, giving your order, and the bartender places two shot glasses in front of you as well as salt and lime.

She pushes one shot over to you, looking you in the eye while she licks the back of her hand. You can only imagine what that would feel like somewhere else. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach.

You grab a pinch of salt, sprinkling it over the wet stop on her hand. She licks her lips as she watches you lick the back of your hand. You lick the salt off the back of your hand and down the shot, feeling the liquid burn the back of your throat. You watch her throat bob as she swallows the liquid.

You can feel the alcohol warm your stomach, making the blood rush to your cheek. You can see the red colour spreading on her own cheeks as she pushes the sleeves of her shirt further up her arms.

“I’m Ellie,” She says, and you return with your name.

Whether it is the alcohol finally hitting your system or the need for something good, you nod your head toward the exit, “Wanna go somewhere cooler?”

“Yeah,” She says, slightly breathless like she is shocked by your question. As if she didn’t expect you to be that forward. You grab her hand, pulling her through the array of bodies. Her skin feels warm under your hand as her finger interlock with hers.

The cool breeze hits you immediately, blowing back your hair slightly. The sound of the overbearing music dampens the second the door shuts behind her. You feel clearer out in the air and you can finally think, your thought no longer lost in the music.

And you hate it. You came here to lose yourself for a moment, to forget everything and just breathe. You don’t let yourself dwell on it for too long cause you can feel her behind you, waiting for your next move.

You fall against the brick wall, your head tilted back, looking at the night sky. She stands next to you, your arms plastered against hers. Your hands are no longer intertwined, but she plays with the rings on your fingers, spinning them around, lightly brushing over your fingertips.

“You see thoses stars,” She points to a spot on the left and looks over to you, “The ones that kinda make a right angle.” You nod your head. You can barely see through your blurred eyes, but you can kinda see the shape she is drawing in the sky.

“That collection of stars right over there is called the coma Berenices. It’s named after a queen in Egypt. When her husband went to war, she was so desperate for him to return home. So she cut off all her hair as a sacrifice for Aphrodite.” She looks over to you to make sure you are following her story. You had been watching her the whole time. The words she was speaking blurred in the back of your mind as you stared at her side profile. Her nose just looked so perfect, and the way her lips curled as they retold this story was making it hard to focus.

Her eyes softened at the sight of you listening to her every word, waiting on her every breath. She has never had anyone listen so intently to her stories before and it makes her want to tell you a thousand more.

“Aphrodite was moved by her sacrifice and made sure that her husband returned home safely. She uses the hair to decorate the sky in a tribute to their love” She has leaned in closer to you now. Ellie's hand was now playing with both of your hands, the top of her shoes bumping against yours. And as she finishes the story, her breath fans lightly over your lips, making your own catch.

You want to reply to the story she just told, but she is so close it makes your brain stop. You can smell the strong scent of a woody cologne mixed with her natural musk, and it’s making the pool in your stomach deepen. You can see the sweat glistening off her collarbones, and you want to nibble at the skin, tasting it on your tongue.

You look back up into her eyes and you can see that she waiting. Waiting for you to answer or to kiss her, you don’t know but you decide to go for the latter. Pushing off of the wall, you connect your lips to hers.

Ellie presses them gently into yours. Her lips are soft and slightly chapped against yours. She kisses you harder, lightly biting on your bottom lip. Your mouth opens as a quiet moan slips out, and she uses this as an invitation to deepen the kiss. Her tongue runs against your lip, and the kiss becomes messier as you become more desperate.

Your head falls against the brick wall, where her hand rest to protect you, as she starts trailing small pecks along your jaw. You can’t help the moan as she bites the skin along your jaw, licking it to soothe the pain. Your hips buck into her when she finds the spot along your collarbone. She pushes your hips down, pinning them again the wall. Her other hand comes up to cup your jaw, scraping your hair back.

“What do you want?” Her thumb rubs gently along the skin showing above your jeans. It sends a shiver through you as your mind goes blank for a second.

“We can do whatever you want,” You don’t want her to stop touching you but don’t want to be caught with her hands down your pants. You put your hand on her chest as you push her back. You say as you feel your head coming back up for air. You weren’t looking for a commitment right now. You just needed someone to submerge yourself in. “Just don’t go falling in love,”

“You think you that good, do you?”

“Oh, I know I am,” You start to walk away from her, only looking over your shoulder to let her lead you to her car. She smiles at your cockiness, excited at the anticipation of finding out.

You follow her over to her car. It is parked in the back of the parking lot, out of sight. Half of it is shielded by trees, and the parking space next is empty. The parking lot isn’t big, so the walk to her car is short.

Once you are there, she opens the back seat. You are starting to feel desperate for her. You want her hands back on you now. You drag her into the car with you so your back is against the seats, and she is laying on top of you. She just has enough time to shut the door before your lips are back on hers and you lose touch with the world.

This time you start to kiss down her neck, and the noises she makes are so pretty. You want to do everything to keep the noises coming. She moans when you suck roughly on the side of her neck, and the noise goes straight to your cunt, dampening the material.

You feel her hands start to rub up your thigh until she is cupping your sex over your jeans. You whine at the feeling and buck your hips when she doesn’t move. The seam of your jeans is being pushed directly into your clit, and you only want more. You continue to lift your hips, and she pushes the palm of her hand harder.

“You like that?” She asks as she sucks on the top of your breast, revealed by the low cut of your top.

You can only moan in response, the feeling of her starting to be too much and not enough, you need to feel her touch every part of your body.

She moves her hand off of your jeans and you whine, wanting to have her hand back. She tries to undo your jean button, struggling with the angle she is in.

“Need help?” You ask, slightly laughing as you watch her struggle. She only glares in response, determined to do it by herself. She finally manages to pull the button and pulls the jeans past your hips and leaves them to rest at the top of your thighs.

You push her short hair behind her ear and grab the back of her neck to pull her into another kiss. This one is bruising and rough, all tongues and teeth. It’s rushed and messy. You can’t kiss her enough, and you never want to stop feeling her lips of yours. But your head tilts back in a moan when you feel the top of her finger slip beneath the lace of your panties. She brushes her hand through the course hair and moves further down.

“Jesus,” Ellie moans, her head falling against your shoulder, pressing sloppy kisses onto the skin. Her fingers dip down and circle your hole, feeling the wetness gathering. “You’re so wet.”

She pulls her finger out and sucks them into her mouth. You feel her moan from where she is sitting against your legs. The sounds she makes after only tasting you are almost pornographic, and you want to commit the image to memory.

“God, you’re so hot,” You say, unable to stop yourself. She flushes under your words and diverts her gaze from your eyes. Your hands are pulling up her shirt and slipping beneath the band of her sports bra. You lightly squeeze the flesh, thumb running over her erect nipple. Her hips jerk against your legs at the feeling. You gently pinch her nipple, wanting to see her reaction. When she keens at your touch, you pinch harder, rolling the hard nub between your fingers.

Her own hands start to wander back down, and her fingers hook into the side of your underwear and pull them down to your jeans. She presses a finger against your clit and makes slow, small circles.

The pressure is torturous, and you moan as she lightly brushes over the bud. She runs her finger further down and teases your entrance, pushing just the tip of her middle finger into you. Your back arches as she pushes her fingers deeper into you.

The palm of her hand bumps against your clit as she curls her fingers up and strokes the rough spot along your walls. She pulls her fingers out before slowly pushing them back in, listening to the wet sound as your clench around her fingers.

“Fucking hell,” She whispers under her breath. She leans forward, pulling your top down to access your boobs. She kneads the skin under her hand and twists your nipple. You hiss at the sensation and feel the pressure in your stomach tightening as she moves her fingers faster. She adds another finger, and you moan loudly at the stretch. Each time Ellie's fingers pump in and out of you, she brushes over that spongy spot that makes your mind go blank.

You hear her moan and open your eyes to watch as she bucks her own hips along your leg. Her own jeans are rubbing against her clothed cunt. She grinds her hips as she uses her other hand to circle your clit again.

The coil in your stomach tightens as she moans in her own pleasure. You lift your own hips to feel her fingers deeper inside of you. Your vision goes white as you feel yourself start to tip over the edge. Her fingers never slow down as she helps you ride out the high. Her hips speed up their movements as she watches you moan and whimper around her fingers, clenching tightly as your juices flow down and stain the backseat of her car.

She pulls her finger out and sucks them clean before grabbing onto the back of the car seat for support. You place your hands on her hips, guiding her movement. She leans forward to catch your lips into a kiss, moaning into your mouth when she feels her own pleasure starts to overtake her. Your grip on her strengthens, and her hips begin to stutter, moving rapidly as she reaches her own orgasm.

Ellie collapses against you and places a searing kiss against your lips. She places her head against your shoulder to try and catch her breath, the thin layer of sweat making your skin feel sticky.

She mumbles something into your collarbone as you watch the condensation drip down the window while you try to reduce your beating heart.

“What?” You ask, craning your neck to try and look down at her. She pulls her head off your shoulder before she talks again.

“Let me fuck you,” She asks, cheeks flushed. Her hair is messy and you run your fingers through it to tame it before cupping her jaw and running your thumb against her cheek.

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” The name slips off your tongue before you can stop it. She seems to like it, her eyes fluttering shut under your touch.

“Yes.” She nods franticly, her blush spreading down her neck the longer you stare at her. “Yes please,”

“Beg for it,”

“What?”

“You really want it? Prove it.”

“Please,” Ellie whines, quickly dissolving to your command. Her pupils are blown wide in desire as her doe eyes look up at you. “I’ll make you feel so good. I need to make you feel good,”

She kisses your neck again, sucking marks into the skin. You don’t think it’s going to take much before you agree, but she’s just so pretty when she begs.

“Please,” She whispers one more time, “I’ll be so good,”

“Okay, baby,”

-

Her apartment is small but you do really have time to look around. Her hands were groping every part of your body, squeezing hard, as she drags you into her room. Her hands work to pull your top off, breaking the heated kiss for a second before her lips are back on yours. Your hands and working on her jeans, pulling them off her legs before tossing them randomly behind you. You push her down onto the bed, taking off your own jeans before straddling her. You pull off her top, and both of you are left in your underwear.

“Can I?” She asks as her hands wrap around your back to undo the clip of your bra. She tugs at the material as she waits for your answer.

“Yes,” You whine, and she unclips your bra before throwing aside. Your nipples harden in the cold air. She takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking at the bud. You moan as she flicks her tongue.

“God, I love your tits,” She bit lightly on the skin, leaving bruises that are bound to show tomorrow.

Your hips buck onto her as you try to find some friction. Your leg slots hers and feels her dampness seeping through her boxers as she moans when you push her knee against her cunt.

You lean your head down to kiss her, moving your lips slowly against hers. Her tongue brushes lightly against your bottom lip. You ground down onto her thigh the longer you two kiss. You start to become impatient, and your arousal becomes too much to ignore.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me?” She pulls back from the kiss, panting. She can only nod, her mind foggy as she stands up to walk over to her closet. She walks back over to you, strap hanging low on her hips.

She pulls you down to the edge of the bed, pulling your underwear off in one smooth movement and spreading your legs. Your pussy glistens in the light, and she runs her thumb through your lips, spreading them apart. She bends down to lick a strip along your folds, barely brushing your clit before aligning her hips with yours.

She runs her cock up and down your folds, bumping into your clit, before she carefully pushes the tip into you. You can feel the stretch, but you are wet enough that she could just slip in. She keeps pressing forward until her hips her pushed flushed against yours. She slowly pulls outs, thrusting her hips faster the second time.

You flipped the two of you over, and her short hair spread out around her head like a halo. You placed your hand on her chest, using her to help push yourself up. You dropped down slowly, feeling every inch of her cock slid inside of your pussy. The tip of her cock brushed your spongy spot on each thrust. Her hands came to the rest of your hips, helping to guide you as your movement became rushed and shaky.

You ground your hips onto hers, pushing the harness into both of your clits deliciously. You could feel that band inside tightening again. She watches as your moans get louder, and you throw your head back in pleasure, your hair hanging down your back.

You curve forward, kissing her shoulder and biting hard as your orgasm overtakes you, the pleasure blinding your senses as your mind quietens. Ellie helps you through, lifting her own hips to meet yours, and you collapse, muscles useless in keeping you up.

As you come back to your senses, you feel Ellie’s hand rub up and down your back, coaxing you back to down. You roll onto your back, carefully sliding off her cock as you feel your cum start to dry against your thighs. You feel the bed dip next to you and look down to see her cleaning your legs with a towel.

“Are you ok?” She asks when she sees you looking.

“Yeah. God, yeah.” You say, out of breath. “You really were good,”

She smirks at your comment and comes to lie next to you. You roll your eyes when she says, told you so.

You yawn and sit up to put your clothes back on before you fall asleep on your bed. You really do want to stay, but you also want to be back in your own bed and don’t want to deal with sneaking out later.

“You don’t want to stay?” She asks as you finish buttoning up your jeans. She sat up in bed, the covers low on her hips. She looks so hot with her hair a mess, and her lips swollen red. You want to crawl under the covers with her, but you shouldn’t. You don’t plan on seeing her again and the sooner you leave, the better it will be for both of you.

“No, I really should go home,” You say in a rush, mind blank of excuses.

“Okay,”

And you leave before you can see her face, but she is disappointed. She would have loved it if you stayed, would have made breakfast the next morning and seen if you wanted to get coffee sometime. And she guesses she can’t be that disappointed. She doesn't even know you, but deep down she knows she would cut her hair off for you in a heartbeat.

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Wow so I tried my best at a veldigun Alex design. I do not believe I did them justice. 😔

Based a bit off of the design by my best friend, Clemin. And a few bits are based off of Clyde cuz I love the idea of them resembling Clyde a bit. :)

(Specifically the tail, but Alex’s tail is shorter and only has spikes on the top, and their spikes only extend to their lower back, whereas Clydes go up its whole spine. The position and shape of the horns of Alex’s head are also based on Clyde, but Alex’s horns are symmetrical.)

Clyde is very happy about their similarities.