Inspired By “perverts” By Ethel Cain

Pink goes good with green💋

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🧜🏼‍♀️ 𝓛𝓔𝓧𝓐 ~ 25+💄, lesbian 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽, she/her, avid tea drinker 🫖, severe day dreamer 💭, gamer 🎮.

🫧𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⋆｡𖦹 °. 𓇼

🫧Series 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⋆｡𖦹 °. 𓇼

01. Tempest (Angst SFW) - Completed - 1 , 2 , 3 , 4

🫧One Shots 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⋆｡𖦹 °. 𓇼

01. Defect (NSFW 18+)

divider credit: 1, 2,

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南の島の風景〜沖縄

My partner and I are looking for our forever home. It’s giving Dina and Ellie on the farmhouse 🩵

Martina Cariddi as Mencía Blanco in season 5 of Élite (2018 - 2024)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈

saw someone saying they wanted farm ellie to manhandle them… fic request??

𑁍𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 / 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𑁍

Ellie was the talk of the town, though that didn't mean much in a settlement of a mere 500. Though many people wore flimsy tank-tops and boots covered in a work day's mud, most were men. Ellie knew what the older folks had to say about her, and yet she still found it in herself to park her 70's Ford Ranger, her pride and beauty, outside of your father's farmhouse before starting a long day of shoveling, handling, herding, and operating.

Today, you sit on the top step of your cream-white wooden porch. You lean your head against the railing, observing Ellie at work.

There she is as always, in a thin tank top that clings to her when the sun beats down on the field. Half of her hair is tied back into a messy bun, and her bangs nearly cling to her forehead. She occasionally fans herself with her shirt, making you swoon in the process. One sight that catches your eye, however, is the shine of her belt buckle. The base is a solid black oval with gold flower embellishments prodding throughout. However, in the middle lay an amber moth. You've always wondered why she likes that specific buckle so much, and it intrigues you (plus, you like eyeing up her waist).

You watch from a distance as Ellie looks up at the sky, probably in her own thoughts or wishing for some summertime thunderstorms. However, you can't look away before Ellie catches your gaze. Her eyes make your cheeks burn, the skin already hot from the July heat. It isn't the first time she has caught you staring, and it certainly won't be the last.

You rise from the porch and approach her, giving a sheepish but rather sweet smile.

Ellie huffs out a laugh as you wave, and hunches down to set the small square bale down. "This yer new ritual now, miss? You gonna lure me into that house of yours for sweet-tea like yesterday?" She teases, voice thick and sweet like honey straight from the comb.

"C'mon! You've been working for like, five hours. You can handle a ten minute break, can't you?" You know you sound pathetically hopeful, but your crush on Ellie makes it difficult for you to filter your words. Her lack of complaints don't help, either.

"You know I can't do this everyday, as much as I enjoy our tea parties. Now, head on inside. Your father would be pissed if I let you sun burn. That sundress ain't protectin' you." Ellie points out, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. So she did notice the dress.

"What if I wanna stay out here with you?" You question, a soft, rising lilt in your voice in hopes it'll soften her like butter.

"Miss, please. I have to finish up with these hay bales." She reiterates, though it is currently taking everything in Ellie not to indulge in your request.

"Well fine, then. But I'm not leavin'. You'll have to drag me back into that house." You state firmly, crossing your arms.

Ellie's brows rise, and she scoffs softly. "Drag you in, huh? This is your last chance."

You only offer up a cheeky smile, feet planted on the ground. Please pick me up, please take the bait, please, please, please-

Just five seconds later, you feel a strong hand hook under the back of your legs and lift you with ease. You let out surprised laughter, Ellie not holding back from her own snort, and Ellie hauls you over her shoulder like a bag of scratch as she walks through the grassy fields and into the farmhouse.

"You're strong, jeez! I didn't know someone standing at a simple 5'5" could throw me around like this." You tease.

Though you can't see it, Ellie glares and flicks the back of your thigh with her fingertip. You don't complain any further, happy with yourself.

Ellie carefully sets you down on the couch and you tug on her hand before she can walk away. "You can't just bring me in here and not have tea."

And with the way she sighs, defeated but amused, you know you're going to get your way.

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