I love the fact that we had a strap, that’s spot on how Ellie would act with it too. (✯◡✯)
𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇’ 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 | 18+
Ellie 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗑 𝖥𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𖤹༒
Word count: 12k (oops)
Summary: After the fight with Abby in Santa Barbra, Ellie finds herself seriously injured and in need of medical attention. Reader finds Ellie in a pharmacy passed out, she heals her and gives her a place to stay at her farm.
Warnings: canon divergence, dina and Ellie weren’t together, angst(?), Ellie is depressed, thoughts of death, thoughts of suicide, discussions of death, slight gore, descriptions of Ellie’s wounds, hurt/comfort, kissing, fluff, kind of slow burn, smut, top/dom Ellie, bottom/sub Reader, slight thigh riding (reader receiving), 1 breast slap (?), strap-on (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, cunt slap(?), light spanking, light choking, name calling(?), slight overstimulation.
With each step she took she could feel her ribs and stomach ache, slowly leaking more blood, that was surly leaving a trail behind her, signaling her path for anyone to follow. Grass tickled her ankles, and trees brushed her arms, chafing them raw, as she made her way through the forest, wondering aimlessly with no destination in mind.
Far off into the distance she could see a break in the dense forest, a small field shining through the gaps. Ellie quickened her speed, slightly stumbling from the blood-loss she knew would catch up with her soon. Bringing her left hand up to clutch her wound, she let out a loud “Fuck” when she remembered her missing fingers, now throbbing in pain from the movement.
The closer she got to the field the more paranoid she became, her breath coming out in shallow pants as she looked left and right for signs of another person. Ellie knew she needed medical attention desperately, but she also was aware of the fact that she would not win a fight -should it come to that- in her condition.
Unwilling to leave herself defenseless, Ellie pulled out her pistol and held it close to herself as she walked into the open field. The sun was beaming down, heat radiating from it, causing an uncomfortable boil beneath her skin, a stark contrast from the darkened coolness of forest. Ahead of her and down a steep hill, she spotted a small town that appeared to be completely empty of life. Glancing left and right, she brought her injured hand to clutch her stomach, cursing through the pain, before taking off on a light jog.
“You can do this Ellie, only a little bit further then you can sit down.” She mumbled over and over to herself.
As she reached the edge of the field, she starred down the steep hill and considered finding a different way down. The slope looked dangerous, and in her weakened condition she wondered if she could even make it down without falling. Sharp rocks littered the ground, along with pricker bushes, only leaving a narrow path for her to walk. The last thing she needed was another injury that would require nursing. But knowing this was the only way, Ellie began carefully trudging down, avoiding dangers along the way, and doing her best to focus on the task at hand instead of letting her mind wander.
Halfway down the hill, she got hit with a sudden wave of nausea, caused by her dehydration and the amount of saltwater she had ingested during her fight with Abby, the suns harsh rays multiplying its intensity. The fight that she gave up everything for, only to end up the loser, she reminded herself bitterly. Doing her best, she pushed away her anger and sadness before continuing down, willing herself not to throw up the meager contents of her stomach.
Bringing her bloody hand away from her waist, she brought it up to clutch her head, black beginning to corner her vision, making her sway on her swollen feet. Slowly squinting to clear her blurred vision, Ellie looked around and realized she had made it to the end of the hill, a pharmacy landing at the end of the street before her.
“Thank fuck! You got this, only a few more steps.” She cheered, a new motivation washing over her.
Slowly she made her way from the grass and onto the broken concrete, listening carefully for signs of life. Her feet hurt, blisters had formed long ago, busting open, then reforming from the moisture of her blood. But that pain was dull compared to the agony of her side, it left her breathless, unable to think at times, brain in a constant fog. A part of her was glad for that fog, it made it easy to forget about the torment of the past, forget about the life she left behind and the people she hurt. But most of all, forget about Joel, that was the only good thing to come out of it, but she know the only reason for that was because her head was too busy trying to stay alive.
Ellie realized how lost in her thoughts she had become once she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. Crouching down she held her throbbing toe, whilst clutching her gun tighter in her fist, and listened to the sound of rushing wind, finally standing when she heard only herself. She missed the comfort of Jackson, never having to worry about dying from dehydration or starvation. But now that she was on her own, it was always at the forefront of her broken mind.
She could clearly see the pharmacy now, noticing how not a single window was broken, the only damage caused by years of decay. Vines withered away at the exterior, leaving only small amounts of brick to peak through the gaps, but the glass was unharmed, only dusted with dirt. Ellie was hopeful that it was still stalked with supplies, at least enough to stitch her stomach and fingers closed. Pushing forward, she carefully looked around, glancing through shops windows to check for infected, sighing out of relief once she found none.
After what felt like years Ellie finally made it to the store, its darkened interior sending a wave of panic through her. Slowly reaching for the doors, Ellie was shocked to find them unlocked, the bell chiming at the movement. She froze, hand stuck grasping at the handle as she waited for the inevitable sound of clicking, but it never came. Her her heart was left racing, and her stomach felt like it was lodged in her throat.
Limping inside, she glanced around, finding isles of unopened supplies, ranging from food to medication. Her jaw fell open a quiet “Holy shit!” Falling out. Pulling her bag away from her back, she quickly stuffed her gun back inside before placing it down haphazardly.
Ellie was in total awe, she couldn’t believe no one had ever tarnished this store, leaving it beautifully clean. As she walked towards the isle with medical supplies, she gently ran her hands along everything, taking her time to appreciate it. Noticing the little relics of the past, Barbie bandages, washcloths with children’s designs on them, and singing toothbrushes.
By the time she got her hands on a first aid kit with sutures, the blood loss had caught up with her, leaving Ellie dizzy and suddenly too tired to keep her eyes open. She fought with herself, doing her best to control her shaking hands and blurring eyesight, trying to remember to just keep breathing and focusing on the task.
As she sat down on the cold tile, silently ripping open the needle and thread, she wondered if dying like this would be the best way to go. She would be left forever undisturbed, unburdened to the world in this quiet pharmacy, surrounded by forgotten memories. If she died like this at least no one could say she didn’t try. It’s not like she had anyone to go home to or anywhere to be, she reminded herself.
“Just try, just try, don’t give in. Don’t be weak.” She was so disoriented that her own voice began to sound like Joel’s, leaving her eyes to well with emotion.
Taking off her shirt she assessed her wound, hissing once she saw the greenish gunk caking the edges of the continuously bleeding hole. It ached and caused never ending pain, but she knew that once she stitched it the pain would slowly fade. Ellie hoped that she would have the strength to finish stitching herself.
Bringing the needle up to the skin, she began working on closing the injury, mumbling out curses as she went. The skin was full of infection, leaking pus and blood all over her body, making her nausea worse by the moment. She was so numb, brain completely muddled, her eyes glazed over, barely conscious as she worked tirelessly. By the time she finished, Ellie could no longer keep her eyes open, too exhausted to even consider stitching her hand. She knew this could very well be her last moment on this earth, and sadly she was fine with that, accepting her fate should it turn out that way. The only regret she still had was that she never got to say goodbye to Joel. He was her everything, and hopefully she would see him soon.
With a sigh, Ellie laid her body down on the cold tile, taking in the feeling of rest wading at the edges of her mind with glee. As she glanced around, she realized with a dry laugh that she hadn’t even finished stitching herself up, her mind too coated with fog to notice. She was too tired to care, her mind and body filled with pain of the past, and as she closed her eyes, small tears spilling out, she hoped she wouldn’t be in pain anymore.
𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛
“Hello? Hello?” The sound felt like a dagger to her beaten mind. Ellie couldn’t comprehend what was making the noise, her head was far away, mind too disoriented to realize it was a person. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt like they had been glued shut, or a heavy bolder was resting upon them.
Something landed on her head, it was hot, making the burning beneath her skin worse. She weakly groaned out of protest, body shivering despite the heat raging under her skin. Although she couldn’t register what was happening, she knew this is what death felt like. She tried to move, but her body wasn’t responding, a whimper only coming out.
“Oh god, you’re alive. Can you hear me?” The voice sounded like waves crashing against the beach, the very beach she sat on for hours, sobbing and wishing she could disappear completely. She realized after a moment, that the warmth on her forehead was a hand, and the sound echoing through the room was a woman’s voice.
Finally her eyes peeled opened and she felt like her head was going to explode, her vision was wavering, spinning, she couldn’t focus on anything, it was all one big blob. And as she fought for consciousness, all she could see was shaking hands, before black waded through her vision once more.
𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛
“Oh fuck, oh god.” You mumbled to yourself whilst kneeling next to the dying stranger. Dragging your hand away from her forehead, you shivered at the feeling of her hot sweaty skin. She was deathly pale, and had you not felt her, you would’ve thought she had already passed.
Glancing down at her exposed stomach, you caught sight of the infection ridden wound. It was half stitched, slowly leaking a mixture of pus and blood onto the previously clean tile floor. Whoever this person was, she needed help quickly. Oh how you wished your mother was here, she knew everything there was to know about medicine.
“Fuck! Fuck!” This was just your luck, you had only come here in search for basic supplies, because you knew this town was clear of infected and people. Now here you were stuck with this woman, who would die if you leave her.
Reaching your hand down, you take hold of the needle hanging from her open wound by a single thread. It looks like she had managed to close it partially before passing out, although the work was sloppy, blood wasn’t flowing from the stitched part anymore.
Bringing the needle back up to her skin, you hesitate, looking at the infection, before ultimately deciding to clean the injury first. Pushing yourself up from the hard tile, you rush over to the rubbing alcohol, blindly grabbing a bottle along with some cloth. Glancing down, you realize you shaking, and your pants are covered in the blood she had been leaking.
Your breath was beginning to come out in small gasps, and your heart felt like it was stuttering. As you slowly walked back over to the woman, you tried to shake the panic rising within yourself, taking deep concentrated breaths, and focusing on your surroundings. But it didn’t help, in fact as you caught sight of the mangled stranger, it became worse. Just knowing that this strangers life could very well be in your hands had you sobering slightly, mind clearing just enough to allow coherent thoughts threw.
“Focus, focus!” You said to yourself, whist shaking your head violently, to rid the rest of the fog.
Kneeling back down, you shakily rip open the package of gauze and generously pour the alcohol on it. The fumes surround you like a cloud, making you cough lightly with its potency.
Gently, you begin to pat her abdomen, taking your time to fully clean the laceration. The further you clean, the more you realize it wasn’t as bad as you had thought. Without the dirt surrounding the opening, you can see it was once healed, but somehow reopened. Most of the infection was on the outside layer luckily, and not on the inside. At this realization, you heart slows slightly, not enough to allow the adrenaline to wear off, but enough to calm you slightly.
Once you are satisfied with your disinfecting, you leisurely pour the rubbing alcohol on the needle attached to her skin. Letting it sit for a moment before wiping it dry, and beginning to stitch her back up.
The first prick from your needle was the worst for both of you, she let out a weak groan, still in her feverish sleep, and you held back the bile rising within your throat. The squelching of her mussel and skin sent shivers down your spine, making the hairs rise on your arms. Although you had done this before, it had never been this large of a wound, only small gashes from falling or fighting off infected, and always to yourself, never to another person. This was completely new territory, and you we’re trying your best not to fuck it up, or worse, kill this woman.
With each pass of the needle it becomes easier, slowly the bleeding rolls to a stop, and so does her incoherent groaning. By the time you finish, the sun is beginning to set, the rays of dusk eagerly shining through the dirty windows. With the light dwindling, it makes it hard for you to see, your fingers are stumbling as you tie off the thread, messily creating a knot.
As you give her a once over, your eyes catch on her hand, currently resting next to her limp body. Her ring and pinky fingers are missing, they look like they were somehow bitten off, the jagged cuts proving your point. Although they weren’t bleeding, they still needed to be disinfected and wrapped in gauze.
“What happened to you?” You wondered out loud. By the state she was in, clearly it was something horrific, way worse than you’ve ever faced on your lonely farm.
As gently as you can, you grab her left hand and bring it closer to your face in order to inspect it. It somehow wasn’t infected, but the sight wasn’t pretty, the fingers are completely black and blue, and swelling is beginning to creep up her hand.
As you grab more gauze and alcohol, you look at her face, taking in her features. Her freckles are so plentiful that they almost swallow her face whole, slowly spreading down her chest, and her brown hair is cut in a shaggy short style, leaving her with a ruggish look. Glancing away from her hair, your eyes catch on her eyebrow, a scar running down the length of it, only aiding in your suspension that she has a much different life from you. She is beautiful, despite her current state.
As you wipe down her mulled fingers, you begin to wonder about her past. Who is this woman, does she have family to go home to, what is her life like, and what led her here?
Once they’re clean, you loosely wrap them in cloth, making sure it won’t hurt her, before carefully setting her hand back down where it was.
As the light fades completely from the building and night sets upon the town, you feel yourself becoming more drowsy, your long day suddenly catching up with you. Your eyes are suddenly very heavy and burning with exhaustion, causing you to question if you should just stay here rather than make the 2 hour hike back to the farm. It would be dangerous to walk in the dark, you tell yourself, justifying your decision. And this woman could be knocked out for days, she would never know.
Sighing, you slightly move your body away from the stranger, leaving a good 5 foot gap between the two of you, causing a shiver to run up your spine at the loss of her radiating body heat. Laying your head down on the cold hard tile, you quietly look at her, taking in her unquestionable beauty, whilst silently tracing each mark and freckle on her body. You hope she lives, wanting to get a chance to talk with her, ask her about her life, and find out what led her here.
𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛
Something cold and hard is pressing against your temple, slowly rousing you from your dreamless sleep. Rest still coats your brain like honey, slowing down your thoughts and causing you to struggle to comprehend what’s happening and why you woke up. Your eyes are still closed, attempting to block out the sunlight beaming through your windows. It’s the realization you’re not at the farm and those aren’t your windows that causes your eyes to snap open, suddenly extremely alert.
“Good you’re up. Now tell me who the fuck you are and why you’re here!” The stranger yells, startling you and causing a flinch to shake your body.
Fear races through you, overtaking your body and making your breath come out in small gasps, heart stuttering against your chest. Your throat feels clogged, you open your mouth but nothing comes out other than a small whimper. At the absence of an answer, the woman digs the object harder into your head, it’s then you realize what it is. The cold metal of a gun is familiar to you, and has you frozen, too scared to move.
“P-please, don’t shoot me! I found you here passed out yesterday, all I did was stitch you up and clean your wounds. I swear!” You say, fumbling over your words in a panic to get them out.
Still facing the large windows at the front of the store, you attempt a glance at the woman out of the corner of your eye. Finding her standing behind your laying form, and staring at you with distrustful eyes. At least she looked better, no longer in a feverish sleep, you think to yourself.
After what feels like minutes, the stranger slowly pulls the gun away, the pressure releasing from your head, before circling you to come face to face. Kneeling down, a wince coming from her mouth at the action, she offers her uninjured hand with a guarded expression.
Still frozen in fear, you blankly stare back, taking this time to admire details you couldn’t see last night, in the light of day. Her right forearm holds an intricate tattoo, damaged from the amount sun exposure she likely experiences daily. A large moth is covering the freckled and sunburnt skin, along with some type of fern, clearly blocking a scar from sight. Following the tattoo you look at her arms, taking the time to notice the defined muscles beneath the skin, and moving up to her chest. Noticing her lack of shirt, a dirty white sports bra being the only thing covering her chest, you avert your eyes,not wanting to get caught staring, out of respect, meeting her green ones in the process.
“Just take my hand. Look, I’m not- I’m not going to hurt you.” She says, a guilty look crossing her face.
Finally snapping out of your trance, you reach a shaky hand up, grasping her own. With a small tug on her end, she pulls you up, quickly moving her hands to grasp your waist, keeping you steady. The feeling of her calloused palms on your clothed torso sends heat through you, a blush breaking out across your face.
“Erm- glad to see you’re feeling better?” It comes out like a question, showing your obvious awkwardness towards the situation.
Like your voice broke her out of a trance, her hands snap away from your body, a familiar blush lighting her face. A wave of nervousness crosses across her eyes for the first time since you’ve met her. Bringing her hand up, she stiffly rubs the back of her neck, attempting to get rid of the emotion rushing through her, before speaking.
“Yeah, I am. Thanks for that by the way.” Her voice sounds husky as she nods her head towards her stomach, like she just woke up herself, a familiar feeling of rest coating it. “Oh-, I’m Ellie by the way.”
Her gravely voice sends heat rushing between your thighs, making you squeeze them together and glance away in embarrassment at your reaction before saying your name. As you meet her eyes once more, you see a glint within them that wasn’t there before, almost like a look of humor. A small smile breaks across her face before she speaks once more.
“Sorry about that whole gun thing by the way. Jus’ didn’t know who you were.” She chuckles.
“Oh, um- it’s okay, just scared me is all. Considering I live alone on a farm, I’ve never had that wake up call before. I don’t think my cows have the dexterity to hold a gun.” You joked, cracking a smile, attempting to lighten the mood.
The responding laugh she gave you sent butterfly’s to your stomach, almost making you nauseous with their intensity. The air seemed to be clear of tension now along with your body, and by the way her shoulders relaxed and the crease between her eyebrows faded, hers did as well.
“Do you mind- I mean can I look at it?” You pointed to her freshly stitched stomach. From here it looked better, but you wouldn’t be able to tell until you got a closer look.
Ellie glanced down, almost confused as to what you we’re talking about before she realized. “Oh, yeah go ahead.” Her answer came quickly.
Kneeling on the dirty tile so you were face to face with her abdomen, you gently grabbed her waist, pulling her in and holding her still. You were so close that she could feel your hot breath against her, the goosebumps that rose along her skin giving it away. It looked much better, the skin was no longer as inflamed as it was the night before, the bruising starting to fade from black and blue to a dull yellow, and much to your shock, it wasn’t leaking from the infection.
Looking up you spoke, “It looks really good, much better than last night. Do you have a fever still? Any nausea?” You questioned with a soft voice in a chipper tone.
“No- nope, feelin’ good as new, thanks to you.” Her word’s stumbled, signaling to you that she was nervous, but she finished with a wink, attempting to appear collected.
Removing your hand from her waist, you reached for her hand that you stitched yesterday, grasping it weakly before removing the gauze. It looked better, the swelling was beginning to go down along with the bruising, leaving it a muddy mixture of colors. Running your finger over her knuckle, you looked up at her with a small encouraging smile. Satisfied with your findings, you wrap it up again before dropping her hand. The cause of the injury was still a mystery to you, your curiosity peaking once more.
“Even better than I thought! You’re a quick healer huh?” You asked, smirk lining your lips.
“Guess so. What about you, do pretty girls heal fast too?” She asked, looking down at your kneeling form.
A furious blush took control of your face at her nickname, a pulse becoming evident from between your thighs. Looking up at her you said nothing, only letting out a hum whilst beginning to stand.
“Here-,” her hand grasped yours once more, pulling you up easily. You were much closer this time, chests a breath away from one another.
“Thanks, you know for everything.” She whispered, eyes glancing down at your lips. Her words make you step back (much to Ellie’s dismay), remembering this was a friendly interaction and not one of your lust filled fantasies, creating a large amount of space to rest between your body’s.
Attempting to change the topic you asked, “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to you?” Voice laced with curiosity. Sitting back down on the tile before summoning her with a wave of your hand.
Ellie sat down with a soft grunt next to you, softly brushing her knee against yours. She was silent for a while, supposedly thinking, by the distant looks on her face. One you had often, memory’s -both good and bad- haunting you daily. Before she spoke you could feel the air shift, changing from lightness into a more somber mood.
“I was erm- trying to get revenge for something that happened a couple years ago. Someone close to me was killed. Joel.” She began with a sigh, whilst slapping her hands on her thighs.
“It didn’t work out, I realized too late that what I was doing wouldn’t change anything, and I let them go. Funny enough, the girl did this to me-“ Ellie waved to her injures, “really did some damage. But even after years of hunting her down and promising myself I would follow through, I couldn’t, because I realized that somewhere along the way I lost everyone I cared about, and even a little bit of myself. After that- I’ve just kind of been wondering, lost, i mean it’s not like I have anywhere to go, figured this place would be my best chance.” She finished, emotion clogging her voice.
As you look at the beautiful woman next to you, you can see her eyes are glassy, filled with grief and regret. Reaching your hand over, you gently lace your fingers with her own, rubbing soothing circles across her wrist. You know how it must feel for her in this moment, having lost your mother at 15. That emptiness weighing down your stomach like a stone, the hole in your heart that feels like it will never fade, and the tightness of your chest making you feel like you’re constantly suffocating.
“I’m so sorry, Ellie. I know it hurts, and I know that you feel lost, but I promise you, there’s more out there. The pain will never fade completely, but overtime it will lessen and you will find people to help you heal. Trust me, I know from experience.” You gave her hand a firm squeeze as you finished.
Ellie turned towards you then, showing you the full extent of her pain. Her eyes were drowning in sorrow, and as a tear fell down her face you reached out with your free hand and gently swiped it away, hand lingering on her cheek. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a choked sound, the lump in her throat evident.
“And you don’t have ‘nowhere to go’, you can always come with me. God knows I need the company, I’ve been all alone out there since 15.” You joked in a soothing voice, but your words are serious.
She looked visibly shocked at your words, eyebrows rising and forehead creasing. Although her eyes were still glossy, a visible relief shined through them, like a weight was taken from her shoulders. Using your thumb, you delicately wiped her face, clearing away the shocked wrinkles.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t trust me or something that’s fine, I won’t hate you-.” You said quickly, suddenly nervous.
She cut your words off, “I would like that, I’ll help with anything you tell me too! You don’t know how much this means to me.” Her face was beginning to clear from her grief, a small grin breaking out.
“Oh- okay! I’ve never had anyone over before, your going to be my first.” Your words come out cheerful, smile matching her own, as pink begins to tint your cheeks at the double meaning.
“I don’t know if your in the shape for walking right now. Even if you feel fine now, it’s 2 hours away..” you trailed off while glancing at the midday sun, calculating how long you have before dusk.
“I’m fine,” She says, but at the look you give her that said ‘really’, she continues, “I am! But we should probably get a move on soon if we want to be there before dark.” She finishes as she stands.
𐮛𐬾𐮛𐬾𐮛𐬾𐮛𐬾𐮛
The hike to your quaint farm was filled with laughter, stories of childhood, and memories. You learned more about her, hearing multiple stories about Dina -her best friend- and the things they did. Ellie told you all about her life before everything happened, she explained who Joel was, how she met him, and her favorite times with the man. The more you learned about her, the bigger your crush on the woman grew.
Her smiles and laughs as you talked sent your heart racing, fluttering with glee. You told her about your mother, how she was a surgeon before the outbreak, and your dad, who’s farm you inherited. You spoke of your animals with fondness, arms waving wildly while describing them in perfect detail.
All around the hike went smoothly, except for one moment. The topic of love had somehow turned into a conversation, leading the gorgeous brunette to ask about your love life and past boyfriends. You had told her with embarrassment lining your cheeks, that you had never been in a relationship before, and the closest you had come was a mutual crush on a girl who’s family would come to trade with yours. Not so subtly hinting at your sexuality (witch Ellie, in fact did not pick up on).
Ellie, being the person she is, immediately stopped walking and stared at you while asking, “wait you’ve never had a boyfriend?”
All you could do was shake your head with embarrassment and reply, “No, I mean considering I’m not interested in men, I haven’t had one. But I also haven’t had a girlfriend.”
For the rest of the trip Ellie looked at you differently, a new gleam in her eye like she had won some sort of reward. She also picked up her pace considerably, no longer slugging along, but instead practicing racing to get back to the farm.
As you look ahead, you spot your house in the distance, the sunset framing it, making it look almost unreal. You know it isn’t anything special, it needs many repairs and coats of paint, but as you glance at the woman next to you, framed in the golden light, you pray she likes it.
“Look! It’s right up ahead! Only a short while longer.” You say with glee, pointing to the two story building in the distance.
You turn your head to look at Ellie, watching her reaction carefully, gauging for any disgust in her features. To your shock, her eyes gleam, wide smile breaking across her face. You think she looks like a god right now, the glow bounces off her skin, aided by the light sheen of sweat caused by the heat, showing off every dent and crevice in her muscles. Her face looks even better, her pale skin is warming up, making her freckles appear brighter, and causing a pink blush to line her cheeks. The best part of it all though was her lips, somehow still full and soft after a day in the sun.
You’re sure she can see the lust in your eyes as she looks over, cocky smirk coming over those lips, lips you wanted to kiss until you run out of breath. Meeting her eyes she says, “Enjoying the view?”
Looking you up and down she continues, “I know I sure am.” Your face heats up considerably, ears becoming warm at her suggestive words. Her voice is dripping with lust, and sex appeal radiating from her.
“Shut up.” You respond, rolling your eyes and looking away quickly, breaking away from her gaze. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, the closest you’ve gotten was sneaky glances at a farmer’s daughter who would stop by occasionally, and this is nothing like that. You don’t know what to say or how to flirt, and Ellie just does it easily, no effort in it, completely unaware of the fact she causes your clit to pulse with desire every time.
“What? I’m serious, you look beautiful right now.” Like that, her words make you hold back a moan as you look at her, hoping she doesn’t see the way your thighs clench as you walk.
“Psh- says you.” You look away from her, heart pounding.
“Woah, what’s that supposed to mean? Hm?” Her body suddenly feels closer, like she’s moved into your space, trying to pry the answer from you.
Looking over you see her expression that tells you she knows exactly what’s she’s doing. Waving your arms at her you respond, “Just look at you.” Your voice holds annoyance, directed at her for making you answer.
Before she can respond you announce your arrival, “And, we’re here!” You can see your cows from here, their little ‘moos’ echoing throughout the field, creating a welcoming environment.
Your feet are moving fast, almost tripping as you hurry to the front porch, eager to see your dog. He’s a old St. Bernard, lazy from the years of running through trails and going on trips to towns. You find him resting on his bed next to the door, sprawled out lazily without a care in the world. Even though it’s only been a day you miss him, worried about his safety the whole hike back.
“Beef” You yell, finally slowing down once you’ve reached the beginning of the gravel driveway. At your odd words, Ellie turns to you, looking at you questioningly before asking, “Is this some kind of greeting you give your cows? ‘Cause it’s kinda fucked up.” She finishes with a laugh.
“What, no!” You giggle. Her curiosity is then answered when Beef comes hurtling down the driveway, racing to get back to his owner. At the sound of his paws crunching against the gravel, you turn back to him and squat down, patting your knees encouragingly.
“Hey boy, come here!” When he reaches you, he pummels you, throwing your body back with his weight. You let out a soft “oomph” at his treatment, laughing with happiness.
“Yeah, that’s a big boy. Come pet him El.” You grab her hand and bring it to his head, looking up at her from your squatted position with big round eyes, the definition of innocence. Her hand hesitantly rubs his ears, gradually growing more comfortable as the seconds pass.
“Hi beef,” she says in a baby voice, looking down at you with a smile. Happiness shines through her, creating a warm feeling in your own chest.
After a moment you say, “Okay Beef, let her breath.” Standing up, you begin the short walk to the front door, boots stomping up the hill.
“Come on!” You yell, calling Ellie so she can finally see your house. Her feet are quick to catch up with you, slowing down once she’s at your side. “It’s not much, but it’s all mine.” You say shyly, slowly walking up the stairs.
“I promise you, I’ll love it.” Her words are soft, contradicting her eyes, witch burn with something unfamiliar. The way she says it sends a wave of butterflies through you, making your stomach flutter.
Reaching your hand over, you gently turn the handle, letting the door swing open, and reveal your home. The living room is the first thing you see, and much to your embarrassment, your white coffee table is filled with laundry you meant to fold. The couch is covered in soft pink pillows, and pictures from childhood line the walls, creating a cozy, lived in environment.
“Oh god- I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I would be having someone in my house. I swear I’m very clean, you just chose the worst day-“ you’re cut off by Ellie.
“Please, you should’ve seen my place back in Jackson. This is spotless compared to that.” Her words hold a casual tone as she strolls through the house, peaking her head in the kitchen and dining room.
“But still I don’t want you to think I’m dirty.” You’re nervous and she can tell. Taking her time to walk back over to you before she looks down at you.
“You’re so cute when you’re nervous.” She says. Her words cause your heart to stutter, the beat becoming irregular. You turn around quickly, walking towards the stairs in an attempt to hide your blush.
“You comin’ or what?” You ask, beginning the trek up the steps. You feel her presence before you see her. Her eyes are burning holes into your ass as she follows you up to the second floor. Her dirty converses make a ‘thud’ with every fall of her foot.
You come to a stop outside of your bedroom door, turning around to see her watching you instantly. Grabbing her hand you pull her into your room, only coming to a stop once you’ve reached your closest.
“ I hope you don’t mind, but the only clothes I have that might fit you are my cousins. He gave them to me thinkin’ I was going to get bigger.” You say while looking her up and down, focusing your eyes on her muscles.
“Oh that’s fine…” she trails off once she sees you bend down, your plump ass on full display, it’s shape complemented by your tight jeans. You’re too busy searching through a box of clothes to notice the attention she’s giving you, looking intensely for a specific shirt.
“Ah-ha! Found it.” You cheer in victory, bringing the brown button down and white tank top into view. Holding it up next to her you compare, guessing it should fit. You grab her upper arm without thinking, giving the muscle a firm squeeze.
“Should fit, might be a bit tight but it’ll do the job. Let me just grab some jeans. I’ll leave them on the bed, showers in there-,” you say while pointing to the bathroom door next to the closet, before continuing. “Help yourself and take your time.”
Your out of the room and shutting the door before she can reply, needing to get some air and take a break before you jump her bones. Leaning against the wooden door you stare at a picture of yourself with Beef, taking in the image along with some calming breaths. This woman is going to be the death of you, you decide as you walk towards your parents old room, to begin your search for a pair of jeans that would fit her.
The room has been desolate for years, sitting in silence, forgotten by the world. You’ve left it alone since your moms death, wanting it to remain a time capsule. Now here you are, digging through her wardrobe for pair of jeans. You thought it would hurt more, being in here, but surprisingly it doesn’t, your heart and mind feel content.
Sighing once you find a pair of basic pants, you put everything back where it was, leaving the room the way you found it, before gently closing the door.
Knocking on your bedroom door, you call out her name, waiting for a response but none comes. Hesitantly, you crack open the door, peaking inside, you hear her in the shower, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Satisfied that she won’t come out while you’re in here, you walk inside, placing the jeans and a pair of boxers next to the shirts.
Looking in the mirror at your reflection, you take in your appearance, looking at the dirt on your face and the knots in your hair. Running your hand along your face you wipe off what you can, attempting to look halfway decent, and you brush through your hair. The bags under your eyes are evident as you turn on the lamp, the warm glow coating the quickly darkening room. Sighing you yell out for Ellie.
“Hey, clothes are on the bed. I’m going to go start dinner.” You begin to walk out of the room, hearing a ‘okay, thank you’ on your way out.
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By the time Ellie comes downstairs, dinner is ready, it was nothing special to you, just some chicken and carrots, you wished you had something better to offer her but sadly, you didn’t. Hearing her footsteps you turn around, baking dish still in your hands, fresh out of the oven. She looked so good. Her hair is tied back in a simple bun, a few pieces left out to frame her face (still beautifully tinted pink from the sun), and god, the shirt looks great on her, just tight enough to let her muscles bulge through, giving you a mouthwatering view.
You realize you’re starring when she clears her throat, a cocky smirk plastered on her face. Snapping your head up from her body, you meet her eyes, giving her a shy smile before speaking. “I uh- made dinner. You go ahead and eat, I’m going to go shower.”
“I can wait for you, I don’t mind.” Her words come out quickly, as she walks towards your still form in the kitchen.
“No it’s fine, really I’m not even that hungry-“ she cuts off your rambling with a single look, effectively shutting you up. “Okay, I won’t be long.”
Setting the dish on the wooden table, you bounce back upstairs, only stopping once you reach your room. Leaning against the door you stop to look around, something was moved but you can’t place what it is. Your eyes land on your bed and that’s when you see it. Your stuffed bunny from childhood always sat at the foot of your bed, but it was now next to your pillows, cutely propped up by the decor.
“If your gonna’ snoop, be sneaky.” You say with a chuckle, finding it cute that the only thing she touched was a stuffed animal.
Realizing you’ve been gone for a minute, you rush to the bathroom, stripping yourself of your clothes completely. Only slowing to watch your naked reflection while the water is heating up. Running your hand up your stomach, you palm your breasts, feeling their weight in your hands. You do the same with your hips, touching every crevice, silently questioning if Ellie would like you if she ever saw you like this.
“Stop, it’s not going to happen.” You berate yourself, while ripping your hands from your body.
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The shower felt like heaven, the hot water soothing your muscles after the long day you’ve had, washing away your sins. You shaved, for Ellie, you don’t know why, but a small piece of you still holds out hope that something will happen.
Standing in the mirror you look over yourself one more time before heading downstairs. You tried to pick out something that would look nice, but the only thing you could think of was your too-short Jean shorts, and a pink tank top with adorable little hearts.
Slowly walking down the steps, a breeze of cold air hits you, making your bra-less nipples stand to attention, showing clearly behind the thin material of your shirt.
“Ellie, I’m done.” You call out after reaching the end of the stairs. Turning to your right you slowly walk towards the kitchen, noticing the sounds of talking echoing throughout the house.
“Good boy!” You hear Ellie drag out, her voice high pitched. Peaking your head around the corner, you see a sight that melts your heart. Ellie is playing with Beef, throwing his ball out the open back door and every time he comes back, he drops it and wags his tail excitedly.
“Wow Beef, you trader! I thought I was your favorite.” You playfully say as you make you presence known, striding into the kitchen.
Ellie’s head shoots up at your voice, eyes roaming your body, stopping to stair unashamedly at your hard nipples poking through the tank top. Hiding your smirk, you turn towards Beef, bending down, to give Ellie a good view of your ass and pick up the ball.
“Go get it!” You say as you throw it for the last time out the door and into the grass below.
Facing Ellie you shamelessly look at her, eyes once more focusing on her bulging muscles, accentuated by the tight flannel. Seeing her like this, all clean and in proper clothes, but still somehow rugged makes you hold back a moan.
“You set the table?” You ask with a smile once your eyes force their way away from her, and to the table. She put out plates and cups of water, but the part that makes you giddy is the fact she lit candles, creating an romantic atmosphere.
“Yeah figured my girl needed something nice, after helpin’ me so much.” You try not to giggle and kick your feet at the name, but a smile makes its way onto your face with a blush.
Pulling out your chair for you, she motions you to sit with a wave of her hand. Once seated you look at her with love and attraction in your eyes, barely taking your eyes off of her even as she fixes you a plate.
“This looks amazing, I seriously can’t believe you made this.” She compliments as she digs in, getting her own food ready.
“Oh please, it’s nothing special. In fact I was a little nervous you wouldn’t like it. I wish I had something better to give you.” You say, beginning to eat your food slowly.
Your eyes watch each other as you eat, a tension building in the air, making it thick and hard to breathe. You watch her relaxed form, clenching your thighs together once you see her man-spreading, legs open wide and leaning back like she owns the place. And in a way she does, she could tell you to do anything and you would do it, you think to yourself.
You watch as her eyes travel down to your cleavage, taking in the flush of your chest and the stutter in your breath. Looking up and motioning to your empty plate, she asks , “Are you done?”
“Yes, but I’ll take those.” You begin to stand attempting to grab her plate but she stops you, grabbing your wrist gently in a way that condescends her next words.
“Don’t you dare.” Her voice hold a dominating tone, it sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps up your arms. Nodding your head you sit back down, eyeing her heavily as she begins to wash the dishes.
Slowly, you begin to clear off the table, blowing out the candles and putting them back in the glass cabinet. Feeling eyes on you, you turn around to find Ellie done and starring at you with a smirk.
“You have no idea how good you look right now.” Her words come out breathless, but she doesn’t appear effected at all, at least not to the extent of you.
“And you don’t?” You ask, leaning against the empty table. She looks surprised by your words, like she didn’t expect you to say anything.
“No, I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all night, so I had a hunch I didn’t look too bad.” Her words were meant to come out joking, but instead they came out coated in lust.
She slowly walks over to you, eyeing your completely exposed thighs, before stopping in-front of you, she’s so close if you leaned up just a little bit you could kiss her.
Ellie’s hands land on your waist before you know what’s happening. Her pupils are almost completely black, desire taking over them completely, and you’re sure yours match her own.
“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” Your words come out before you can stop them, shocking both of you with your boldness.
Before you know what’s happening, she’s leaning in, soft lips crashing against your own. Her mouth is gentle at first, allowing you to take the lead, your inexperienced lips working hesitantly on hers. Her mouth molds against you perfectly, leading you to let out a whine against her. Slowly you start to become more needy, lips greedily taking what they can get, leaving your chest burning for oxygen.
Pulling away she looks down at your now swollen lips, taking a moment to breathe before diving back in. She’s in control now, her mouth taking what she wants, dominating you completely. Her lips are rough against yours, keeping a bruising pace and leaving you breathless. Ellie’s tongue runs along the seam of your lips, and without thinking about it you open your mouth, meeting her tongue with yours.
You fight with her, battling for control, and she lets you win for a moment, before taking over. Her mouth is sloppy against you, greedy in its demand for more. Ellie’s tongue massages yours, running experimentally over every crevice, leading you to let out a whorish moan in her mouth. Before you know it she’s pulling back, gently biting your bottom lip on her way. You chase her lips, reaching for her head and attempting to grab her hair, but she’s quick, pulling back before you get a chance.
“Ellie.” You whine, placing your hands on her shoulders, desperately begging for her to kiss you again.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” She says chest heaving. You’re sure you look like a wreck right now, lungs taking in as much air as possible, and lips glossy and bruised from your kiss.
You don’t say a word as you pull her back in by her shoulders, mouth searching out for hers. This time you’re the one pushing your tongue into her mouth, needy for more. She grips your waist tighter, hands then roaming, feeling their way down to your hips, spending a moment there before moving to your ass. Ellie grips it hard, palming it as she breaks from your mouth to leave sloppy kisses down your neck.
“Oh shit.” You mumble as she reaches a spot behind your ear, nipping the flesh gently before sucking a bruise into it. She continues, working her way down your neck, stopping occasionally to lick and bite the skin, leaving your clit pulsing with need. You tentatively grind your hips into her own, searching for any friction you can find that will relieve you of this ache.
Ellie notices your movements, and she slips her knee between your legs, giving you something to grind your soaked cunt on while she continues her assault. She works her way down, pressing open-mouth kisses down your throat and collarbones, before moving back up, sucking marks into your jaw, loving the way you moan shamelessly.
Soon her mouth is back on your own, lips hungrily attacking your own. She’s anything but gentle, mouth punishing in its demand. Kissing her back you work your cunt over her leg, desperately humping it, looking for release. Her tongue slips into your mouth briefly, teasing you before slipping out and pulling away.
Looking down she zeros in on your fast moving hips, taking in the way you moan at the contact.
“Look at you, fuck. I bet you’re soaked huh?” She says, cocking her head slightly. Her words make another gush of wetness seep into your white cotton panties, effectively soaking them with your slick.
“Yes, Ellie. Please!” You beg, hips slowing as you push them forward, clit asking for attention. Your whole body is hot, sweat beading on the back of your neck despite the cool air that fills the house, caused by the desire coursing through you.
“What, what do you want pretty girl?” She asks, moving one of her hands from your ass to ghost over the button on your shorts.
“Please- please, just touch me. I need it!” You plead with her. She smiles at your words, bending down to give you a quick peck on the lips, before grabbing your ass once more and hoisting you up on her waist.
“Ellie- put me down, you’re gonna’ drop me.” You squeal, gripping her shoulders tightly as she walks quickly towards the stairs.
“I won’t drop you, I promise.” She replies as she begins ascending the steps. Her pace is fast, almost running to get to your room. Soon her feet are at your door, barely slowing down to open it.
She throws you on the bed, your body bouncing from the force. Leaning up on your elbows you watch her, taking in the way she pushes her hips against the foot of the bed frame.
“Ellie,” you say, begging for her hands on you, as you begin rubbing your thighs together desperately seeking out friction.
“Fuck.” She curses as she walks over to you, crawling up on the bed before leaning down and kissing you once more. Her lips are hungry, kissing you like she wants to inhale you. Your mouth pushes against her as you reach your hands up, threading them through her hair to hold her to you. You break away this time, dragging in air while looking at her.
“I want you so bad, please.” You say, hips jumping when she runs her hand along your clothed heat.
“Take this off.” She says motioning to your shirt. Without questioning it, you strip off the garment, throwing it somewhere across the room, and exposing your breasts to the cold air. Her eyes snap to the newly exposed skin, running her hand along your chest and down the valley of your breasts.
“You have been teasing me with these all damn day. Going around bra-less and acting like you don’t know what you’re doing, but you did didn’t you? Hmm?” She asks, brushing her calloused palm against your sensitive nipples, tight with arousal.
“Answer me.” She says, voice harsh as she swats your breast. The harsh treatment has you moaning out, withering beneath her. Your thighs feel sticky with the amount of arousal dripping from you, her words only heightening it.
“Yes! Yes, I knew what I was doing.” You moan, hips searching for friction, lifting in attempt to make contact with her.
“I bet you’ve wanted to fuck me just as bad as I have. I’ve been wanting to bend you over every service since I met you.” She confesses as she leans down, finally taking a nipple in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the bud, she sucks, drawing a needy whine from your throat, before nipping it and kissing the skin better.
Pulling off, she smirks at your state, hair tossed all over the pillow, head turning as you take what she’s giving you, and hips lifting searching for relief. Reaching down, she undoes the button of your shorts, pulling down the zipper as she repeats her treatment to your other nipple, sucking, licking, and biting. She shoves her hand beneath the material of your bottoms, skimming her knuckles over the large wet patch on your panties.
Looking up she smiles, “I was right you’re soaked, practically leaking all over my hand. You’re such a needy slut aren’t you?” She taunts.
Sitting up on her knees she pulls her hand from your shorts, causing a plead of ‘No’s’ to fall from your mouth. Grabbing your belt buckles, she hesitates, looking up at you before asking, “Is this okay? Tell me to stop and I will, we won’t have to talk about this again.”
Leaning up on your elbows you look at her before responding in a whine, “Yes, just please do something.”
This answer satisfies her, allowing herself to continue her actions, she keeps her grip on your shorts, pulling them down -along with your soaked panties- in one motion. Your gleaming cunt is on full display, the cold air hitting the wetness makes you want to close your legs, but Ellie holds them open, taking her time to admire the way your hole clenches around nothing, and the way the skin is red, swollen with blood.
“Fuck- look at you.” She says under her breath.
Moving her position, she settles between your legs, her completely clothed form brushing against your bare one. The woman leans down, pressing kisses down your stomach and hips, taking her time to get you worked up, then she skips your pulsating cunt -much to your disappointment- and repeats her actions on the inside of your thighs. She places sloppy pecks on the fat, nipping and licking as she moves closer to where you want her. As her hot breath fans against your heat you stop her.
“Wait, I um- have something.” Ellie’s head snaps up, looking at you curiously before sitting up once more.
“What is it?” She brushes her knuckles against your cheek, admiring your beauty as she waits for your answer. You don’t know why you said anything, but the memory of the unopened box in the back of your closet send sparks down to your already dripping cunt, allowing more slick to dribble from you, effectively wetting the duvet.
“I’ve never used it before, but it’s uh- in the back of the closet. We don’t have to if you don’t-“ she cuts you off by standing up, walking backwards to your open closet, keeping her darkened eyes on you the whole time. Watching her turn around you see her rummaging through everything, stilling once she sees it.
“Is this-“ her words come out shocked, quickly standing back up and walking towards you. The box in her hands makes you blush, and another wave of arousal to hit you after imagining her in it.
“Yes. I found it at an old mall, don’t really know why I took it.” You admit embarrassed at the thought, coving your face with your hands you continue, “if you don’t want to use it, put it back and we can forget about this.”
Ellie’s hands gently grab your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. She’s smiling, looking at you with a mixture of love and lust in her eyes. “Oh, I want to use it, but baby, we’re gonna’ have to get you ready first.” She says.
Setting the box down on the bedside table, she crawls back over you, giving you a quick kiss before settling back between your legs. She looks up with a cocky smirk before licking a long stripe from your continuously clenching hole, to your pulsing clit.
Your head falls back at the action, a moan tumbling from your throat. She gives your clit an open-mouthed kiss, taking her time to suck the pearl into her mouth before moving on. Licking your hole, she lightly shoves her tongue inside, thrusting in and out, stretching you, nose bumping against your clit as she does so.
“Fuck, Ellie!” You whine loudly, shocked at the sensation. Bringing her hand up, she removes her mouth from your cunt, and delicately works her middle finger into your opening, thrusting experimentally while taking in the way your thighs shake and your head tosses at the action.
Your fingers reach for her hair, gripping it tightly before shoving her head back down, urging her to continue. She laughs at this, the vibrations sending sparks down to your cunt, causing you to clench on her thrusting finger. Taking the hint, Ellie flicks her tongue over your clit, switching between up and down motions to small circular ones, testing to see what you like best. She settles on fast up and down flicks of her tongue, working you up.
The knot is building in your stomach, but Ellie’s actions aren’t enough. “More Ellie, please. Please.” You moan. She pulls out her middle finger, still continuing to flick your clit harshly, before pushing two fingers back in, working them in harmony to her mouth.
Heat is building behind your stomach, sparks of it shooting down your legs, causing you to wither. Loud pornographic moans are leaving your throat, hips lifting off the bed to get closer and get more, even as you shove her head down, effectively trapping her. Ellie changes her actions, beginning to curl her fingers to hit something devastating within you, and moving to suck your throbbing clit into her mouth. Your back is arching off the bed at the sensation, hips humping her face and soaking it as you do so.
The mixture of her fingers and mouth is sending you speeding towards your release. You’re rhythmically clenching around her fingers, squeezing her so tight she can barely move. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, grinding against her face. She sucks your clit harder, swirling her tongue around it as she does so, making it slippery with a mixture of your slick and her saliva.
She pushes her fingers in and up faster, encouraging your orgasm to come quicker. As she does this, she pulls off of your clit, using her thumb to continue working it as she speaks.
“You gonna’ come? Come on, be a good girl and let go.” Her words push you closer and closer to the edge, you can’t even form a sentence to tell her how close you are. But as she laches back on to your clit, your orgasm washes over you.
“Oh Ellie! Fuck yes!” You moan, high pitched as your cunt clenches around her fingers uncontrollably. Your whole body feels tight, white is clouding your vision, and as Ellie continues her actions, your clit throbs in time with your hole, sending a wave of slick dribbling down her hand. Loud curses and whorish moans are leaving your mouth as she works you through your orgasm, slowing as it begins to fade.
Your orgasm comes to a stop, leaving you panting and breathless on the bed. Ellie carefully pulls her fingers out of you, kissing each thigh as she sits back up.
“Are you okay? We can stop now just say so.” She asks gently, rubbing her hands soothingly along your legs. You look up at her, a smile taking over your face before answering.
“No, I definitely do not want to stop.” You say still catching your breath. She has a grin that matches your own as she leans over and grabs the box, placing it in her lap before opening it. The first thing to come out is the purple dildo, it’s around 8 inches and luckily still wrapped in plastic. Just the sight of it makes you blush furiously, and makes Ellie let out a chuckle. The next and final item is the harness, a underwear style one, it has a hard plastic front that you know will bump deliciously against her clit.
Reaching over, you curiously brush your fingers over the plastic, taking in the sleek texture before sitting up. Meeting her eyes you speak, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She look’s appalled at the implication that you thought she wouldn’t, but her answer comes in the form of a nod of her head and a smirk. Using her hands she begins to strip herself of layers, beginning with the flannel shirt, next her tank top, exposing her spots bra, and then she gets off the bed and begins to pull off her pants. As she does this, your eyes greedily take in all the new skin, freckles you’ve never seen before, scars and scratches litter her body, and you think shamelessly that they make her look even better, a symbol of her toughness.
“You look so good.” Your words come tumbling out as she steps out of her jeans, leaving her in only a pair of boxers and her bra. She smirks at you before getting rid of the rest of her clothes, only stopping once she is as bare as you. The sight of her like this, naked in all of her glory makes your mouth run dry, throat constricting.
Her breasts are small, but perfect in the way that they fit her body, and the beauty marks that litter them only add to their appearance. As you look at her toned stomach you begin to rub your legs together, already needy and searching for friction again. Ellie notices this and stalks back over to you, climbing up on the bed to sit between your thighs, holding them open and making sure you can’t close them.
“Fuck, you’re already this wet again?” She asks while running her finger through your folds collecting your wetness and bumping your oversensitive clit, causing a whimper to escape your lips.
“Always for you.” You answer, hastily beginning to unwrap the harness and dildo.
Once open, Ellie slips it on, securing everything in place, before grabbing your legs and wrapping them around her waist. She looks down at you like she wants to eat you, devour you completely. Both of your pupils are blown wide with arousal as you watch her run the dildo through your cunt, collecting as much wetness on it as she can.
“You ready baby? I’ll go gentle I swear.” She asks, positioning the tip at your entrance. Her words make your heart flutter with warmth, and your cunt to take a heart beat of its own.
“Yes! Just do it already.” You whine, pushing your hips up in attempt to make it slip inside. She chuckles at your actions, before gently pushing in.
Even just the tip is a stretch, having only ever had Ellie’s fingers in you. The burn is there, but it’s also accompanied by a delicious fullness as she pushes in more. Leaning up you watch as it slowly sinks into you, watching the way your cunt flutters around it and sucks it in.
By the time it’s halfway in, you’re withering on the mattress, desperate for more. “Ellie, please! Please more!” You moan. She listens, sliding in another inch, causing your back to arch uncontrollably.
“Fuck baby, you’re just sucking me in aren’t you. This cunt is so needy, dripping everywhere and soaking the bed.” Her words make you reach down to rub your clit, the arousal fogging your mind.
Grabbing your hand harshly she gives a light slap to your sensitive pussy, leading you to cry out at the pain. “When did I say you could do that? Hmm?” She asks meanly, using this moment to side all the way in, bottoming out.
You feel so full, the pressure against your cervix is delicious, and only gets better when she pulls out completely and snaps her hips forward harshly. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, hips lifting for more. As she pulls out, she grips your throat, leaning down next to your ear as she thrusts back in.
“I asked you a question. Who said you could do that?” Keeping her hand on your throat, she leans back and sets a punishing pace, your breast bouncing from the force of her thrusts.
Your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure, her hand on your throat, cutting off your airways slightly only adding to that. Moaning, you grip her waist tighter with your legs, trapping her so she can’t move away.
“I’m sorry, it’s- it’s yours and I touched it. Can you please give me more?” You moan, hips lifting, meeting her rough thrusts with one’s of your own.
“Now, see that wasn’t so hard was it? Yes pretty girl, I’ll give you more.” Her words are so sweet, but her actions show the opposite, she’s still thrusting brutally, causing the knot of an orgasm to begin to form in your stomach.
Unwrapping your legs from her waist, she grabs your hips and flips you over before you know what’s happening. Whining out at the loss of her cock in you, you push your hips back, while shoving your face in the pillow.
It’s not long before she’s back in you, filling you up completely and causing loud moans to spill uncontrollably from your throat. Bringing her hand down, she shoves it under your stomach and begins sloppily rubbing circles over your overstimulated clit.
“Takin’ me so well baby fuck.” She mumbles, beginning to change her pace into deep, slow strokes. The change has you gripping the sheet and moaning incoherent sentences.
The knot is beginning to tighten, cunt clamping down on the dildo as she works your clit faster. You feel stuffed to the brim, she’s so deep you can feel her in your stomach. Suddenly she hits that spot in you, the one that makes you see stars and go dizzy. Lifting your head you scream, “Holy fuck! Right there, god- fuck, don’t stop. Please!”
“Oh right here baby?” She taunts and she hits that spot over and over, speeding up her thrusts as she goes. Your almost there, cunt clenching and clit pulsing, as your orgasm approaches.
“I’m gonna-“ she shuts you up with a slap to your ass and a dark chuckle. You’re sure there will be marks all over your body tomorrow, but right now it’s the last thing on your mind. Suddenly, she slaps you again and your back arches even deeper, moans pouring from your throat.
“You close slut? Yeah me too.” Her derogatory words have you squirming, almost at your peak. The mixture of her harsh words, brutal thrusts, and fast circles on your clit send you over the edge.
A single long, drawn out moan leaves your throat as you gush on her strap, wetness leaking down both of your thighs. Your cunt clamps down, attempting to hold her inside, but she continues to push inside while rubbing your clit. Your seeing starts, as the band snaps, body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Ellie’s moaning too, whimpering as her own orgasm hits her. She continues to rub your twitching clit, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible.
She comes to a stop, no longer thrusting, and she gently removes her fingers, causing a whimper of sensitivity to leave your mouth. Rubbing her hand down your spine she speaks in a sweet tone, “I’m gonna’ pull out now okay?”
Your only answer is a nod of your head, and as she removes the plastic, you collapse, body laying down fully. You can hear her shuffling, taking off the harness before laying down next to you.
Turning your head you smile at her, taking this minute to bask in the warmth of her. Wrapping her arms around your waist, she kisses the top of your head before mumbling, “We gotta’ get you cleaned up baby, want to do it now or in a minute?”
Her words have you groaning, just the thought of leaving the bed sounds exhausting. “Later,” you mumble, pushing your body closer to her.
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A/N: This is my first tumblr fic and I’m really nervous to post this so let me know what you think. Also I’m taking all requests/ suggestions for Abby and Ellie. ♡︎♡︎
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I. Love. This. So. Much.
new romantics.
pairing: modern!ellie x best friend's sister!reader
summary: ellie is your brother's best friend, and also a loser lesbian. oh, and you are "off-limits."
warnings: drinking, ellie being a loser maybe?? suggestive themes
a/n: this is purely self indulgent tbh... just needed some ellie pining and soft fluff... idk this trope makes me dizzy even though i am brotherless... pls enjoy.. AUDIOS AT THE END HEHE! also reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses
wc: 2.4k
"every night with us is like a dream."
ellie was excruciatingly uncomfortable.
okay, that was a little dramatic, but she still felt the sweat pooling at the back of her neck when you opened the door for her. this happened too often for her liking, you letting her into your house as she had to wait for her best friend to be ready to go. she’d curse him out for it later, but now she was stuck making small talk with you.
you, who was showing way too much skin today, the fleshy skin below your neck peeking through the loose tank top you wore. your skin looked soft and moist, almost as if you were glowing and ellie could smell the sunscreen coming off of you. you, who her best friend, and your brother, told her was off-limits. she often questioned why he said that, but as you flashed a toothy grin at her it became apparent. you were a dream.
if ellie was being honest with herself it pissed her off that he banned her from trying anything with you seeing as she had no game and you were just so easy to talk to. it’s not every day that you run into a pretty girl who also likes girls, and it’s not every day that you have an in with her brother. fuck you, sean ellie thought.
“hey, ellie. come on in,” you held the door open for her, closing in when she stepped through, “sean will be down soon.”
involuntarily, a blush spread across her face, pink picking at the freckles on her skin. her hand nervously scratched the back of her neck, a nervous tick she had picked up.
“hey,” she was looking anywhere but your eyes, sitting at the marble island in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and reeling in the comfort of the cool material on her skin, “what’re you up to today?”
“some friends and i are going down to the lake to go swimming,” you followed behind her, leaning on the counter opposite of her, “maybe drink a bit. what are you and sean up to?”
“we had nothing planned,” she chuckles, fingers fiddling with the rings on her fingers, “sounds fun, though.”
she watched as you turned towards the fridge, pulling two water bottles from it and stuffing one in your tote bag that hung off your shoulder. you handed the second one to her, your hands briefly touching. a shiver ran across her skin. you were being kind at most, but her cheeks still glowed red as she thanked you.
“you should come with,” you leaned back on the counter a small smirk on your lips, “didn’t really think that was your scene though. but i’d love for you to come — both you and sean should come.”
“uh — um, yeah,” she chuckled again, nervously opening the water bottle and taking a sip, “i’d come, i mean, yeah. that sounds cool.” she’d forever curse herself for how awkward she sounded. “thanks.”
sean came down the stairs, his hair messy and phone in hand. he wiped the sleep from his eyes as he stepped into the kitchen, nudging your shoulder as he opened the fridge to find something to eat.
“did you just wake up?” ellie asked from her place at the counter, a teasing and knowing tone to her words.
“yes, i did,” he rolled his eyes, settling on a water and pulling it out of the fridge before turning to the two of you, “it’s saturday. let me live, el.”
“uh, i think ellie’s gonna join us down by the lake.” you told him, causing him to shoot an odd look to ellie, raising his eyebrows as he took a sip of his water. “you should come too.”
“uh,” his eyes darted in between you and ellie, “um sure, that sounds… cool.”
ellie didn’t even realize she was holding her breath till he agreed and she let out a deep sigh. she was just happy he didn’t ask any questions or wonder why she agreed. she knew she’d get the worst of it later, but now she just wanted to be uncomfortable in your presence. she didn’t realize how much of a loser she was until now.
“well, dina’s coming for me now,” you smiled brightly at both of them, gripping the straps of your tote harder, “she should be here any minute, you guys can come with us.”
sean looked at ellie, waiting for her response.
“yeah, yeah,” ellie stood from her seat, scratching the back of her neck again, “that sounds good.”
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when the car pulled up to the lake and you all piled out, ellie found herself sticking close to you and sean, obviously uncomfortable. she didn’t know why she was even here, was she that desperate?
almost as if you could sense her discomfort you turned towards her, “you okay, ellie?” when she didn’t respond immediately you spoke again, “i know this isn’t your usual scene but we’re pretty chill.” you led her down to the table you and your friends had set the stuff up on and pulled a beer out of the cooler, “here, have a beer. loosen up.”
ellie reached for the beer hesitantly, but opened the lid and took a small swig, face setting up at the taste, “yeah, i’m fine, i just — i don’t party much.”
“it’s not really a party,” you giggled, taking your own beer out of the cooler and cracking it open. you took a long sip before speaking again, “it’s so funny, you’ve been friends with sean for so long and i feel like i know nothing about you.”
a small laugh left ellie’s lips as she looked up at you with a shrug. she hated nothing more than talking about herself, but she wanted nothing more than to talk to you. “well, ask away.”
you took another swig of your beer, squinting slightly at her as you watched her take another sip. “hm,” you pretended to be deep in thought, “what about how you and sean became best friends?”
ellie felt small under your gaze, shifting her weight onto one foot as she fiddled with the hem of her shorts that were now fraying.
“well, we just used to hang out at lunch and one day i found out he liked savage starlight…” she chuckled, shaking her head, “nerdy, i know. but we just… clicked, y’know? then we just sat together every day, and — i guess the rest is history.” she shrugged again, taking another sip of her beer. “nothing too special, i don’t think.”
“well, i think it’s special.” you smiled at her, taking another long sip of your beer and holding it firmly in one hand, “if you could put up with my brother for that long then you are a saint.”
she chuckled again, shaking her head. “fair enough, fair enough. i dunno how he puts up with me either, to be honest.” another sip of her beer. “i’m sure he’d say the same about you.”
you faked a gasp and scoffed, playfully pushing ellie’s shoulder with your free hand. “well, he shouldn’t, i’m an angel.” you giggled and took a long sip of your beer, finishing it and resting it on the table.
when you pushed ellie’s shoulder she couldn’t hide the blush that was now seeming permanent around you, the eye contact between the two of you lingering for almost too long. ellie looked away, hand at her neck again. “if you say so,” she said in a half-whisper.
“i do say so,” you whispered back. you took a step back and pulled your tank top off, revealing a blue bikini top covering your chest, leaving your shorts on. “you swim, williams?”
ellie’s eyes widened at the sudden flash of skin, all the previous color draining from her cheeks. her mouth fell open, only for a moment, before she cleared her throat to distract herself. taking another sip of her beer, she leaned against the table.
“uh… yea, i’m… i’m alright.”
“alright?” you questioned, now removing your pants to reveal your bikini bottoms, the bottoms not leaving much up to imagination, “can’t have you drowning.”
ellie had to look away, she didn’t want to be a creep. she was staring at the water, the people floating and talking by the shore, sean who was talking to dina and jesse and somehow laughing and then back at you, mesmerized. “i’ll be fine, i promise. i just don’t have a swimsuit.”
you looked her up and down. she had a loose t-shirt on and shorts, nothing special. “you got a bra on?”
“yea.”
“then take the t-shirt off,” you said matter-of-factly, “and the pants too.” you smiled at her before turning on your heel and heading towards the water, “then come and swim.”
ellie’s eyes stayed trained on your ass you as you headed into the water. she almost didn’t notice when sean appeared next to her, almost as if he had been waiting.
“what are you doing with my sister?”
“talking-“
“ellie-“
“what? i can’t talk to your sister?” she rolled her eyes as she pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her sports bra. “would the world implode on itself if i did?”
sean gave her a pointed look. “you’re not going to try anything funny, right?” he watched as ellie’s eyes drifted back to you again as she pulled her shorts off and put them on the table. “i told you she’s off limits, el.”
“can i swim with her, sean?” ellie said, her voice dripping with annoyance, "is that okay with you? or is that off limits too?”
“c’mon, el,” he sighed, leaning on the table, “i’m serious.” ellie couldn’t help but roll her eyes again.
“fine,” she sighed, looking up at him, face still set up from before, “i’m just swimming with her. nothing funny is happening. scouts hono-“
“ellie! you coming?!” you called from the water.
“nothing funny,” he repeated.
“nothing funny,” she echoed back.
ellie stepped down into the water with you, ignoring how awkward it all felt. she was in her underwear trailing after her best friend’s sister. the beer had left a light fuzz behind her eyes, making the water bearable as her calves got soaked in water. she was grinning from ear to ear as she approached you, the sun now setting behind you, casting a yellow glow on your skin. you shook her from her thoughts, splashing cold water in her causing her brow to wrinkle.
“took you long enough,” you stood in the water in front of her, the water where you were appearing to be deeper as in came up to your thighs, “what were you guys talking about? sean seemed serious.”
ellie wiped the water off her face, glancing back to sean at the shore and then back to you, “uh— he just wanted to remind me that you were — that you… are,” she cleared her throat, unsure of what to say. this was the longest amount of time she had spent in your presence and she was already drowning. she didn’t want to lie to you. “off-limits.”
this smile on your face fell as you adjusted your posture, “wait what?”
ellie’s breath caught in her throat, “uh… y’know. like he didn’t want me… well,” her hands came up in a weird gesture between the two of you. “you know.”
no, i don’t know,” you shook your head in disbelief, looking back at him and then back at ellie, taking a step closer to you, “did he tell you not to — to, flirt with me?”
ellie felt the air around her tighten as you stepped into her space, you were dangerously close, “well— uh— sorta. yeah, he did.”
“what the fuck,” you whispered under your breath.
“well, would you—“ where the fuck was this confidence coming from, “would you mind if i did?” she watched as your eyes widened and brows furrowed in confusion before your lips curved into a smile.
“oh — uh, no. i don’t mind.”
“cool.” ellie smiled.
as the sun began to set you and ellie talked, floating together in the deep end, occasionally laughing nervously when your feet touched. at some point you began a game of tag, running across the shoreline and splashing water in each other’s faces. it was all innocent and gummy, all of the panic that was usually stuck in ellie’s head dissipating for a brief moment in time as your bodies became silhouettes to those on shore.
your body had grown tired and asked ellie to come get another beer with you, she smiled and agreed, wiping her wet hair from her face.
“do you think sean will be mad?” she questioned as she watched you open the cooler again, pull out two bears, hand one to her, and sit on the picnic table. you pulled your towel out of your tote bag and wrapped it around you, tapping the place beside you for ellie to sit.
“i don’t care if sean gets mad,” you opened your beer, clinking your glass with hers as you wrapped your towel around her back, both of you now sharing the terrycloth, “it’s so fucking stupid.”
ellie’s face was warm again as the wet skin of her shoulder burned against yours, “it is stupid.”
“it is,” you reiterated, taking a swig, “he probably thinks i’ll corrupt you or something.”
“he might,” ellie chuckled, “i can be corrupted, i’ll be honest,” she shrugged, taking her own swig of her beer, “maybe you will corrupt me.”
you looked over to her, smirking slightly as your voice went low, “you flirting with me, williams?”
her throat felt tight.
“maybe i am,” she leaned closer, “is that a bad thing?”
you pursed your lips, looking back out at the water and taking another sip of your beer. ellie’s eyes flicked down to your lips briefly. what was happening to her?
“not a bad thing no,” you giggled, “thought i was…off-limits.”
“you are… but i feel like you don’t exactly mind.” her voice was low, an innocent smile plastered on her face, “do you mind?”
you leaned in a little too close for her liking, breath blowing puffs of air over her lips as you spoke. behind the two of you fireworks went off in the distance, scattering hues of blue, silver, and red across the sky, “i don’t mind.”
ellie was fucked.
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