a/n: idk why but i had the thought that ellie would very much just absolutely knock after having sex where she was so hyped up not even seconds ago and it made me laugh so.. enjoy. idk its very boyfriend!ellie.
warnings/tags: starts off with smut, strap-on, r!receiving, (18+, mdni), the smut isn't that important, fluff, pls be quiet the baby is sleeping,
if there was any word that could describe how you and ellie looked right now, it would be ravenous. she had you propped up on her strap, the back of your thighs pressing into the front of hers that were kneeling into the mattress. she grasped at your hips, soft grunts leaving her lips, accompanying the sounds of your skin slapping.Â
one of your arms placed behind your back, clutching onto the blankets beneath you to stabilize yourself. the other haphazardly tossed over ellieâs shoulder, your fingers straggling to get a grab on the strap of her sports bra.Â
âfuck- fuck. ellie-â you managed to gasp out through your sounds, tilting your head back as you felt your abdomen tense. you harshly bit down on your lip as your back arched, making you even closer to ellie. she switched a hand on your hip to being an arm around your waist, locking you in against her.Â
âwhat is it, baby? let me hear you.â
she purred as she tried her best to get you to look at her, a soft groan falling from her lips due to the pressure of the base of the strap, finally letting air out of her lungs when she spoke. you finally let go of your lower lip, leaving it swollen and glossy; you looked up to her. you tried to articulate, but more whimpers came than anything. âgonna.. need to⊠fuck-âÂ
âyeah, need to cum, baby? go âheadâÂ
she finished your sentence for you. she used the hand left on your hip to push you down against her strap. her breaths became heavier, her hips jutting faster, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and finally unraveling. you weren't even making actual sentences, just broken moans and syllables of âoh fuckâ and âellie.â
ellie slowed her hips as you came undone against her thighs, letting you fall into her chest as you finally finished, her own breathing ragged. she let you catch your breath; and her own for a minute before slipping out, flattening her hand against the small of your back when she did.Â
leaning forward, she laid you against the mattress carefully. a breathy laugh came from ellie when you reached for her, already missing the warmth of her arms around you.
ââm right here, babe,â she reassured you, practically throwing her body down beside you. she always got so worn out after, but you couldn't complain. well.
your eyes were only closed for a second, finally starting to calm when you felt the bed shift. âells?â you began to ask and opened your eyes, leaning up with the support of your elbows to see where she was going.Â
she certainly wasn't going anywhere.
the bed shifting was her, but it was her rolling onto her stomach. your brows furrowed as you peered at her face. she had her cheek pressed up against the mattress. eyes shut, lips parted, quiet breaths making the softest sound from them. you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the sight below your eyes; your girlfriend was completely knocked out. you ran a hand over her back as you began to lay back down, shaking your head at the whole thing. âoh ellie..â you mumbled as you stretched your arm around her side, cuddling against her back.Â
âmm,â she grumbled when she heard you, her own hand finding your arm to hold onto.
⊠MARLEY AND ME âăELLIE WILLIAMSăâ CHAPTER FOUR
pairing: modern!ellie williams x single mom!reader
summary: youâre a single mom just doing the best that she can to make ends meet. ellie canât help but think that you're the kindest, most beautiful girl that sheâs ever met. compared to taking care a little girl that's in her terrible twos, coming to terms with the fact that youâre a lesbian is a walk in the park. awkward first encounters, ellieâs broken gay-dar, and her overwhelming urge to take care of the care-giver. . . the road to domesticity is a long one, but itâs well worth the pining that it takes to get there.
warnings: eventual substance use, no use of y/n (you have nicknames/petnames), the reader is marleyâs biological mother, talk of coming to terms with ones sexuality, mention of a shitty baby daddy ( though there is no co-parenting between them), ellie is a total girl mom, lots and lots of fluff, ellie is an anxious dork in this fic, reader is broke but happy, ellie takes pride in being a provider, this is going to be a multi-part fic, ellie is an absolute simp for the reader since chapter one and will remain her #1 fan.
The knock on the door is to the tune âHead Over Heelsâ- or at least you think it is. Ellie doesnât have enough time to fully get through the chorus before youâre yanking it open, cheeks flushed all pretty and eyes wide. They glitter in the dim sunlight like jewels, staring up at her like she was the one that hung the moon. Ellieâs got that same dumb look on her face; mossy eyes wrinkled at the corners from the force of her smile. You would never know that sheâs been up since seven oâclock in the morning, cramming for an exam that she had aced. Sheâd talked to Joel for the fifteen minutes that it took to get to your house, bragging on and on about how much easier it had been than sheâd initially thought that it would be.
He let her brag. Of course he did. She wasnât quite as talkative as she had been when she was a teenager, but she was still famous for her little tangents. Joel was good at listening, and Ellie? Well, she was a professional yapper. It was a match made in heaven.
Ellie smells like lavender, musk and patchouli incense. The scent of it clings to her hair and clothes. Sheâd mentioned a couple of times that she was a daily smoker, but she made sure to go out of her way to never smell when she was over at your place. The thought of your daughter cuddling to her when she smelled. . . funky made her cringe.
Thereâs a moment of appreciative silence as she stands on your front porch. The two of you just stare at each other, breathing the scent of each other in. The novelty still isnât lost as far as your courting goes either. You canât imagine the nervous butterflies ever going away. Theyâve made a cage out of your ribs, fluttering away madly in your chest.
âHey,â She breathes through her smile, her eyes dancing over your features. âDid I miss anything exciting?â
You look absolutely exhausted. Gorgeous, but exhausted nonetheless. Ellie has noticed that you do a very good job at putting others' needs before your own. Youâd been at work for two whole hours before Ellie had even woken up this morning, and now you felt like you were on autopilot. Youâd walked to your momâs to pick Marley up, gotten her bathed and dressed in little play overalls and now the two of you were spending some quality time together. You could barely keep your eyes open, and yet you knew that you wouldnât be able to get your screaming toddler to sleep for at least another three hours.
âMarles and I are making homemade play-doh right now,â You opened the door wider, tempting her into the house with a sweet smile. Who was Ellie to deny you of all people? âSheâs been excited ever since I told her that you were coming over.â
Marley had taken to Ellie like a bee to honey.
The college student hadnât had too many opportunities to be around children- especially ones as young as Marley was. She was unfamiliar with the tiny sticky hands, drooly mouths and unpredictable attitudes. Still, she was a natural. Marley gravitated towards her. Ellie was sure that the constant presents and sweet treats buttered her up, but she would be selling herself short if she claimed that those were the only reason that your daughter loved her so much.
Your three year old babbled from the kitchen, excitedly trying to piece together a sentence. Ellie closed the door behind herself, only to sweep you up into a bone crushing hug. Your laugh was muffled by the fabric of her soft cotton button up as you nuzzled your face into her neck. Closer, closer, closer. If she could absorb you into her body she would. It was hard to describe the level of admiration she felt for you. It was too early to classify it as âloveâ, but she supposed she did love you and Marley. Being in your house, as small as it was, felt right to her.
âI missed you.â You mumbled, arms fastened tight around her waist.
She barely had enough time to brush a gentle peck to your lips before Marley was bounding around the corner, bare feet slapping against the linoleum floors. Youâd recently learned that wearing socks wasnât a good idea. Your poor little girl had slipped and fallen far too many times for your liking.
Marley had become more comfortable in her body, which meant she was now running, jumping and climbing. Just a year ago you had been relieved that she could walk by herself without you holding her hand, and now keeping her off of your furniture was an impossible task. Nothing had prepared you for the constant changes that came with motherhood. You blinked and suddenly she was sassy and genuinely funny. She complimented you when you were wearing something unusually flashy and wanted you to put blush on her while you were getting the both of you ready so that she could âlook like mommyâ.
You never expected anyone outside of your family and close friends to appreciate your daughter in the same way that you did.
But then there was Ellie.
Self indulgent. Waking up this happy felt sinful.
Your fingers gently glide over her gentle planes and curves, making a map in your mind of every inch of her. Each freckles a continent, each line a river.
You didnât want to wake Ellie, too frightened that you might break whatever magic spell was currently suspended in the air between the two of you. This moment between you felt too good to be true, and that scarred little voice inside of you that you loathed so much was begging you to enjoy this while it lasted.
You were always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Happiness was fleeting. You felt like you didnât deserve whatever was going on between the two of you. Your entire identity for the last three years has been summed up in a singular label: â a motherâ. You were a sexless, wantless, selfless creature meant only to teach and please. How dare you need a night off. How dare you choose yourself over an abusive relationship. How dare you need, want, desire, change.
But this? This was nice.
No, it was better than nice. Great? No. . . It was perfect. She was perfect. And that terrified you. Ellie scared the absolute shit out of you, and yet you couldnât take a step back. It was like you were falling head first for a very, very long time. The ground is nowhere in sight.
You were free falling and you had no clue where you would end up when all was said and done. It felt selfish to put so much effort and care into so many new things at once. Especially since those new things could shatter your heart into a million pieces at any second. You knew that Ellie didnât owe you anything. She was nice enough to give you a chance despite all of your faults. Your baggage had become too heavy for you to hold at times, so how could you ever expect someone else to help pick up the slack?
You werenât even sure what the two of you were doing together. The two of you hadnât put a label on your relationship, but sheâd brought you flowers yesterday when she popped by for a movie night. Sheâd even gotten a small bouquet for Marley, who was far too small to appreciate them for longer than five minutes.
Ellie wasnât your girlfriend, but sheâd slipped Marleyâs shoes on for her before youâd all left the house last night to pick up dinner. Ellie wasnât your girlfriend, but sheâd spent the night with you last night in your bed. Ellie wasnât your girlfriend, but sheâd held you all throughout the night.
She didnât even try to get handsy at all last night, probably having seen the exhaustion written all over your face. She kissed you because she wanted to show you affection. She held you because she wanted to be close.
What you didnât know was that Ellie felt the same way that you did. She was lost as to when to ask the dreaded âwhat are we?â question. The thought of pushing you away or losing you was agonizing, so instead she had deluded herself into thinking that she didnât have to define things. It was clear that she liked you, right?
Sheâd never felt this way about anybody before. This wasnât like any other crushes sheâd had in the past. She felt fresh and new. Ellie even felt like she looked a bit different when she looked in a mirror. There was a glow to her; a sense of happiness that wasnât just rare for her but something that she had once deemed an impossibility. She felt changed for the better.
It was easy to love Marley. It had happened naturally- like breathing. You donât have to remember how to breathe. . . it just happens. With you it was different. Obsessive, maddening, all inhabiting affection. Youâd wrapped your dainty hands around her heart tight, tight, tight. Every skip and butterfly is a gentle reminder that this was something. The both of you are something, and that is enough.
She smiles before she even has her eyes open. She can feel your fingers on her bare arms, and for a second she ponders whether or not sheâs in heaven. . . or perhaps still dreaming. Waking up in your bed, the scent of your shampoo on all of the pillows and your soft hands on her- she could die right there, your room, her tomb. The headboard, her headstone.
âAre you real?â She whispers, her voice hoarse and still thick with sleep. Sheâs looking at you with those great, big green eyes. Your eyes are glued to the small collection of freckles just above her top lip, but you hear her.
âMâ real.â You mumble out a confirmation, propping your head up on your hand so that you can lean over her. You know your hair is a mess. . . but sheâs studying your face with a silent sort of appreciation that has your throat feeling thick with emotion.
Sheâs soft. Ellieâs soft and wants to take care of you. She showers you and your daughter with affection without ever having to be asked to. Why? Because she wants to do it. You find it hard to believe that anyone would want to go out of their way like this. Especially for someone like you. You were a young mother who hadnât gone to college. You lived in a tiny house, operated paycheck to paycheck, and had a few stretch marks on your tummy. You werenât perfect. Not like Ellie deserved.
So why was she looking at you like that?
Oh god, how she stared at you. Her eyes were velvet soft as her eyes flickered over your face, taking in every feature. Sheâd never woken up next to you before. Your bedhead and glassy eyes had her heart blooming with warmth. The ceiling fan had a few strands of your hair falling into your eyes. She took the opportunity to tuck them behind your ear, feeling the softness of your skin. She committed that to memory too.
âI really like this.â Ellie finally admits, bottom jaw quivering a bit. She fiddles with her fingers under your comforter, a nervous habit.
âWhat?â You ask her incredulously. If Ellieâs eyes werenât open sheâd still know you were smiling. She could hear it in the way you spoke, and it had her seeing stars. And Ellie really, really loved stars. âLooking at my bedhead? You better not take any pictures.â You were already smoothing your hair down with your hands, brushing through a few tangles.
She caught your arms, shaking her head the best she could with it still resting on your pillows. âWaking up next to you. Being here with you two- this is really nice.â It was more than nice, but she didnât want to scare you away by coming on too strongly.
You opened your mouth, getting ready to agree with her, but the familiar sound of tiny feet had you sitting up fully so that you could turn and face the doorway. You shot Ellie an apologetic smile, but she merely shook her head, sitting up as well with a small smile. She didnât seem burdened by the existence of your daughter, which was something you werenât used to.
Marleyâs hair was an absolute disaster, per usual. It looked like sheâd been caught headfirst in a tornado,wispy hairs bobbing as she shuffled closer to the bed in her footie pajamas. She had insisted on wearing them last night despite the fact that it wasnât exactly cold enough for them. Her cheeks were pink and it was obvious that she had sweat in her sleep last night. You felt a tinge of guilt for letting her get her way, praying that Ellie didnât think you were a bad mother for giving in so easily to her sweet demands. Sometimes it was impossible to say no to her.
She stood at the side of the bed for a few seconds, eyes still half lidded and dazed with sleep. For a second she just stared at you and Ellie, as if trying to connect the dots that someone else was in your house. It was incredibly unusual to have guests over at the house. . . well, that was before Ellie. Marley climbed up onto the bed, pushing away your eager hands when you tried to reach out for her.
Your little girl was headed straight for Ellie. You bit the inside of your cheek, feigning a look of jealousy when Marley wrapped her tiny arms around the other womanâs neck. Ellieâs eyes widened as she held the small girl to her chest, cheeks growing warm when she realized just how much your daughter liked her. She wanted to blame the constant presents and sweet treats, but that wasnât the case. Marley loved Ellie because she was patient with her. She took the time to sit down with her, ask her questions- hell, Ellie even played with her, which your own mother often wasnât in the mood to do.
âI canât believe you, Marles.â You gasped out, nose wrinkling in faux dismay. You rubbed her arm up and down, trying to gently get her attention. Marley looked up at you through her long lashes, plopping her head down on Ellieâs shoulder in a very dramatic, very Marley fashion.
âShe chose me fair and square.â Ellie boasted, using her hand to try and smooth down her crazy bedhead.
You took a mental picture, eyes pinching at the corners with the force of your smile. Marley had curled herself up into a ball and didnât seem prepared to budge any time soon. Ellie didnât even attempt to hand her off to you. Instead the woman stood up with a small groan, her black sweatpants hanging low on her waist. You tried not to stare at the exposed flesh of her stomach as her tank top rode up but failed miserably. The brunette turned her head to face you, having felt the heat of your gaze, and the both of you exchanged a knowing smile.
âShe has her legs pulled up to her chest,â Ellie said with a chuckle, her arms secured tightly around your child. âYouâre like a little potato.â She pressed a quick kiss to Marleyâs hair when the tiny girl started giggling at the comparison.
âMâ not!â Marley squealed, sticky hands tanging into Ellieâs cropped hair. You watched as she gave her hair a tug, your stomach tensing in panic.
You started to stand up, ready to scold your daughter for her rough treatment, but Ellie was already walking down the hall. You sat in disbelief for a second, questioning whether or not you should go in and check on the two of them. You so rarely had time to yourself like this. It felt wrong to take advantage of this opportunity, but you had a feeling that Ellie had done this on purpose.
Was she trying to drop hints that you looked bad? You were absolutely exhausted last night, so you wouldnât be surprised if your face was a mess and your clothes in disarray. You anxiously raked through your hair, kicking the tangled sheets off of your legs so that you could run to the nearest mirror.
âAre pancakes for breakfast alright?â Ellie had ducked her head back into the bedroom, a beaming Marley still propped up on her hip. You jumped at the sudden voice, glaring in her direction as she chuckled at your expense.
You werenât used to being so hard on yourself as far as your appearance goes. Impressing people, these days, was the last thing on your mind. Ellie felt the same way though. Sheâd be a liar if she said that she hadnât checked herself out in the mirror you had in the living room, anxious that she looked like hammered dog shit after drooling all over your pillow.
The weight of your head on her chest had her sleeping like a damn baby last night. Marley had acted as a wonderful distraction from her own embarrassment, especially when she realized the back of her hair was practically sticking straight up.
What you didnât know was that sheâd never spent the night with a girl. Not romantically, at least. The both of you were in the exact same anxious boat, and while Ellie knew that she was your first, you had no inkling that you were a lot of her firsts as well.
âPancakes?â You parroted back to her, wetting your dry lips.
You began tallying up totals in your head, trying to figure out whether or not you had the cash to grab breakfast. You would like to treat Ellie and Marley. . . but after paying the water and the power bill two days ago, you barely had enough to put gas in your car. You felt your cheeks heating up as you tried to come up with a nice way to say âI donât have the money for pancakesâ without sounding like a shitty adult and an even shittier mother.
Ellie could see the way you were over thinking things, her eyes nervously flickering to your closet. You only had a few articles of clothing for yourself, and yet sheâd never seen Marley wear the same outfit twice. Sheâd seen you with your calculator at the grocery store, nervously staring at a total. She knew that you werenât financially secure- you were a young single mother. The brunette smiled at you, shoving her hands in her pockets as she leaned against the doorframe.
âI make really good pancakes, and it looks like you have everything I need. Marley would be an amazing help too. Sheâd make my job a lot easier.â She rocked back on the heels of her gray socks, biting the inside of her cheek as she looked at you.
You looked nervous, tired, and adorable as hell. Your band t-shirt was rumpled with sleep and you were standing in tiny white socks, all self conscious and overly critical. She wanted to kiss you⊠but she hadnât brushed her teeth.
âLet me go ahead and take her to the bathroom first,â You ran through your daily checklist in your mind, though not forgetting to flash her a thankful smile that nearly had the girlâs legs buckling. âOh! Uh. . . I have an extra toothbrush. You can have it. Do you want to use the restroom first? Itâll give me some time to get her outfit together for the day.â
Ellie wanted to be selfless and tell you that she didnât want to go first, but her breath was probably stale and the last thing she wanted was for you to be grossed out by her. She couldnât fuck this up. She refused to.
You found Marley in her bedroom, having already strewn toys around the room. You let out a small huff of breath, realizing that today was probably going to be a rough one. Each day was different with your little girl. One day she was a perfect angel, only doing what she was told. Other days. . . well, rambunctious didnât fully encompass her level of energy. Today was going to be one of those days.
âAlrighty, Marles! Letâs pick out a pretty outfit, alright?â You started to walk to her closet, but froze as she began shaking her head. âYou donât want to put on a dress? Or what about some overalls so you can play better?â
âNo!â She screamed, running to the other side of her room so that she could grab a few more stuffed animals off of her bed. She tossed those on the ground too, even going as far as to plop down on the floor.
You had hoped that Ellie wouldnât see this. At least. . . not so soon into the relationship. If she couldnât accept Marley on bad days like this then you knew she wasnât the right person for you, but still- you had hoped to slowly introduce this lifestyle to her. Not flat out throw her to the metaphorical wolves. Or. . . to Marley. You felt your bottom lip quiver, but you caught it between your teeth, giving it a few nervous chews before you sat down next to her.
âDo you want to stay in your pajamas?â Your tone was nothing but loving and patient. You were used to this, but Ellie wasnât. You could only pray that she could accept you. All of you.
âYes! Please, mommy.â She was getting better at articulating her thoughts and feelings. You found it impossible to deny her when she spoke to you like this. Especially when she asked politely.
So you found herself nodding, flashing her a megawatt smile that she happily returned. You could make a special day out of this. Pancakes and pajamas? It sounded heavenly.
âYouâre so polite, baby girl! Alright, weâll stay in our pajamas today. How about that? And Ellie said that youâre going to help her make breakfast. Are you going to be a big help?â
âYeah.â She replied, already focused on the baby doll in front of her.
Her hands were still stained a little pink from making the play-doh last night. Once she remembers that she has that to play with too, you can only imagine the mess sheâll make on your dining room table.
Youâre beautiful and patient. Ellie watches the two of you interact from the hallway, her breath all minty and her smile all wide. She thinks that she can live like this forever.
⊠MARLEY AND ME âăELLIE WILLIAMSăâ CHAPTER THREE
pairing: modern!ellie williams x single mom!reader
summary: youâre a single mom just doing the best that she can to make ends meet. ellie canât help but think that youâre the kindest, most beautiful girl that sheâs ever met. compared to taking care a little girl thatâs in her terrible twos, coming to terms with the fact that youâre a lesbian is a walk in the park. awkward first encounters, ellieâs broken gay-dar, and her overwhelming urge to take care of the care-giver⊠the road to domesticity is a long one, but itâs well worth the pining that it takes to get there.
warnings: THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER MDNI!!! fingering (r receiving), exhibitionism if you squint, eventual substance use, no use of y/n (you have nicknames/petnames), the reader is marleyâs biological mother, talk of coming to terms with ones sexuality, mention of a shitty baby daddy ( though there is no co-parenting between them), ellie is a total girl mom, lots and lots of fluff, ellie is an anxious dork in this fic, reader is broke but happy, ellie takes pride in being a provider, this is going to be a multi-part fic, ellie is an absolute simp for the reader since chapter one and will remain her #1 fan.
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The female sat in a heap on the floor, staring intently into the oven. It was almost as though she was willing the cake to rise, trying as hard as she could to convince the damn thing to do what it was supposed to do. Sheâd already checked the recipe numerous times, trying to see where she might have messed up. Ellie regretted not just doing what Jesse had told her to do. Bringing you some flowers would be better than showing up on your doorstep with an inedible dessert.
âItâs not fucking rising.â She cursed to herself, grabbing a clump of her hair and giving it a sharp tug.
Dirty dishes littered her kitchen counters, batter still splattered on one of her cabinets from the earlier electric mixer mishap. The woman could have easily picked up a store bought cake when she was at the grocery store getting the stupid ingredients, but she had been dumb enough to think that something homemade would taste better. It would seem that the college student enjoyed making her life harder, because on top of what seemed like an impossible workload from her professors, sheâd run straight home from her classes, hell bent on making the best strawberry shortcake you and Marley had ever tasted. Sheâd seen the strawberries in your shopping cart when she had run into you at the grocery store earlier and thought it would be perfect. Only⊠the rubbery cake that didnât appear to be getting any fluffier was far from perfect.
Sheâd done everything that the recipe had called for. You would think that doing something as easy as baking a sponge cake would be a walk in the park for someone that was majoring in astrophysics.
The cherry on top was the fact that she only had an hour to get ready before sheâd have to leave her house. Which meant that she didnât have enough time to make another stupid dessert. She turned off her oven with a defeated grunt, angrily stomping over to her fridge to see if she had anything.
⊠MARLEY AND ME âăELLIE WILLIAMSăâ CHAPTER TWO
pairing: modern!ellie williams x single mom!reader
summary: youâre a single mom just doing the best that she can to make ends meet. ellie canât help but think that youâre the kindest, most beautiful girl that sheâs ever met. compared to taking care a little girl thatâs in her terrible twos, coming to terms with the fact that youâre a lesbian is a walk in the park. awkward first encounters, ellieâs broken gay-dar, and her overwhelming urge to take care of the care-giver⊠the road to domesticity is a long one, but itâs well worth the pining that it takes to get there.
warnings: hella SMUT! in future chapters, eventual substance use, no use of y/n (you have nicknames/petnames), the reader is marleyâs biological mother, talk of coming to terms with ones sexuality, mention of a shitty baby daddy ( though there is no co-parenting between them), ellie is a total girl mom, lots and lots of fluff, ellie is an anxious dork in this fic, reader is broke but happy, ellie takes pride in being a provider, this is going to be a multi-part fic, ellie is an absolute simp for the reader since chapter one and will remain her #1 fan.
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There were a thousand different ways to tell someone that you loved them.
For you, it could be found in the way that your hands shook with exhaustion after a long night at work as you reached up for the off-brand box of mac nâ cheese. You had your calculator pulled up on your phone, trying to make sure that you had just enough in your bank account for a weekâs worth of groceries.
Or, it could be found in the simple way that you prepared your daughterâs breakfast in the mornings. Half dead from working eight hours at the little diner, located right off of the interstate. After what felt like a never ending shift dealing with drunk patrons, the first thing you did after getting just four hours of sleep was make your daughter a bowl of oatmeal. You fixed hers the way she liked it- with fresh bananas and strawberries. Fresh fruit was expensive though. A luxury. It was something that you didnât see yourself worthy of, not when your precious daughter loved it so much. So you stuck to a dash of milk and a few sprinkles of brown sugar, wolfing it down after going without dinner.
⊠MARLEY AND ME âăELLIE WILLIAMSăâ CHAPTER ONE
pairing: modern!ellie williams x single mom!readerÂ
summary: youâre a single mom just doing the best that she can to make ends meet. ellie canât help but think that youâre the kindest, most beautiful girl that sheâs ever met. compared to taking care a little girl thatâs in her terrible twos, coming to terms with the fact that youâre a lesbian is a walk in the park. awkward first encounters, ellieâs broken gay-dar, and her overwhelming urge to take care of the care-giver⊠the road to domesticity is a long one, but itâs well worth the pining that it takes to get there.Â
warnings: hella SMUT! in future chapters, eventual substance use, no use of y/n (you have nicknames/petnames), the reader is marleyâs biological mother, talk of coming to terms with ones sexuality, mention of a shitty baby daddy ( though there is no co-parenting between them), ellie is a total girl mom, lots and lots of fluff, ellie is an anxious dork in this fic, reader is broke but happy, ellie takes pride in being a provider, this is going to be a multi-part fic, ellie is an absolute simp for the reader since chapter one and will remain her #1 fan.Â
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Ellie counts the tiny bite sized pieces that you cut the pancakes into. Youâre meticulous about it, taking your time despite the impatient look on the little girlâs face. She also notices the fact that all the woman has ordered for herself is a cup of coffee. No cream, just sugar and caffeine.
The auburn haired girl, from across the restaurant, is trying not to be too obvious about her staring. Sheâs trying to find any wrinkles on your face that might clue her in about your age, but she finds none. Ellie decides that you couldnât be too much older than she is, and if you are, it was only by a few years.
She walks back up to your table, noting that you still havenât called her back over to order any food for yourself. Every once in a while sheâll watch as you bring your fingers up to your plush lips to lick off syrup. She watches your mouth intently as you speak, noticing the endearing way your lips pull up at the corners. You smile when you talk, no matter what Ellie says to you. The waitress decides that she likes that. She likes that a lot.
to those who write fanfics of tlou and who are well aware of the genocide happening in palestine right now, please stop ignoring this 70 year genocide and start reblogging, start posting just start talking about it! And if you posted fan fics during the strike you disappoint me. âOh but my fans need their ficsâ well they were able to wait. I beg you to take hiatus and just start talking about the shit that is happening and how generations of families are wiped out, how grandchildren, parents, uncles, aunts, are being murdered because of israel. Please please please talk.
*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*
Donations
donations currently reaching gaza:
âŒïž help buy e-sims for people in gaza
donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza
donate direct aid to gaza - ehab rida (longtime activist and volunteer, has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in gaza since 2021)
palestine children's relief fund
world food programme
aid to gaza - taawon/bank of palestine
help gazaâs children
donate to UNRWA
urgent humanitarian aid to palestinians - anera
medical aid for palestinians
urgent support for medical professionals in gaza
donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)
he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now⊠itâs $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.
help journalist yousef escape gaza to treat his cancer
help mohamed evacuate gaza to get treatment for himself and his daughter
support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi
secondary donations:
emergency relief for gaza - pious projects
palestine red crescent society
save palestine - islamic relief canada
send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association
click to donate - arab.org
help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction
donate for the recovery of hisham awartani
one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hishamâs injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.
Petitions
âŒïž urge icj to invite gazan journalists to testify
international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany
petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military
demand ceasefire - amnesty international
open call for immediate ceasefire
american government call for immediate ceasefire
american government to stop funding israeli military
ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au
petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance
invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war
suspend israel from international sports - diem25
UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org
gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org
teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine
president whitten: reinstate samia halaby retrospective NOW - action network
location specific petitions
gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)
end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)
email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)
protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)
stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)
@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)
ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)
call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)
note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so donât worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.
no forced displacement! - action network
australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)
immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)
email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)
âŒïž australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)
âŒïž arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)
sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)
ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)
call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)
cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)
skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)
singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)
contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)
write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)
template of letters you can send (EU)
guide on how to contact your MPs in EU
p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i canât find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something
multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)
includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations
den haag, maak nĂș werk van vrede in israĂ«l/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)
mÄori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)
special visa for palestinians in gaza with family in NZ - NZ parliament/pÄremata aotearoa (NZ)
deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pÄremata aotearoa (NZ)
basta ao genocĂdio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)
globo e grande mĂdia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)
Campaigns
âŒïž justice for palestine
reach out to countries to back up south africaâs invoke genocide convention at the ICJ
âŒïž international criminal court
submit evidences of israeli war crimes
friends of al-aqsa
â„ UK-specific
urge your MP to speak up for palestine
hands off al-aqsa
stop administrative detention
petition for UK to stop arming israel
â„ International
boycott puma â email them to end their partnership with israel
boycott coca-cola
palestine action
join the resistance
islamic relief canada
urge your MP to rally for ceasefire
decolonise palestine
poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians
text/call campaign for people living in USA
text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire
text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103âa bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel
download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)
fax campaign for people in the USA
go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day
hereâs a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)
hereâs a video that explains how to fax your senator (itâs very easy and all you need is a valid email address)
âŒïž BDS movement
get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel
palestine diaspora network
global strike guide - join the global strike!
please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!
In response to ur kinks post can we just agree communally based on the game that Dina has a thing for wretched little loser girls?? Just real pathetic meow meows??
i can get behind this 100% cuz likeâŠ. we all saw how she kinda just adopted ellie like a stray cat. thereâs no doubt about it, she loves girls who literally just cannot be normal.
donât even get me started on how she has a thing for introverts in general. if you fumble over your words or make it clear that youâre nervous the first time you talk to her (more specifically, the first time she approaches you to see how nervous she can make you), sheâs already head over heels đ€
that would start a natural partnership between the two of you, romantic aspect aside; kind of like a remora fish and a shark, she protects you by association. you honestly donât know why she keeps you around, but god she loves the way you cling to her side when thereâs one too many people around, or the way you do your best to impress her with the most mundane shit that means the WORLD to her, like bringing her flowers or making her food.
gonna get a lil nsfw here butâŠ. sheâd be so into letting you worship her body, sometimes for literal hours, letting you make her cum at least four times before she even thinks about returning the favor. best believe when she finally gets your pants off and sheâs all comfy between your legs, sheâs whispering the dirtiest shit just to see you writhe and whimper beneath her touch, only to realize that the reason youâre so impossibly wet (and painfully sensitive) is bc you already came đ€ makes you give her all the details about how you bundled up the comforter between your thighs and did your best to hump it without her noticing!!!!!!! just so embarrassing. at least now she gets to overstimulate you until youâre begging her to stop teehee
she loves all of it because she loves her lil loser. and the fact that if she tells you to jump, youâll ask HOW HIGH???
Â·Ë àŒ * âlike ribbons in your hair, my stomachâs all in knots. you got the one thing that i want."
pairing: ellie williams x f!reader. summary: youâve got the one thing ellie wants, and itâs rotting her thoughts of you. based on lacy by olivia rodrigo. warning: my first go at true angst, but a happy ending! i took a much sadder direction with the song lol. reader is described as having a father figure. looks of reader never described beside that thereâs ribbons in their hair. they/them pronouns used. for a GUTS writing challenge in writing server!
Envy was a nasty thing. Ellie knew that. Ellie knew that the way her lip curled down upon the sight of your frame disappearing into the Tipsy Bison in Jackson was unfair.
Ellie knew that the way her body tensed whenever you were followed quickly by an older man, one who grumbled and wiped at his sleepy eyes, wasnât fair. The way she turned on her heel and walked away each time she saw you two, the pebbles under the toe of her converse being kicked away, that wasnât fair either.
But god, did it tie her stomach in tiny little knots, ones that made it hard to swallow, hard to look away when your shining eyes met herâs across the street somedays.
Sometimes, she tries to blame it on sleep. She tells herself the angry feeling bubbling in her stomach is simply a result of the sleepless nights. Of the shaking and panting breaths that shoot from her as she awakes from another never ending nightmare.
But most days, she realizes itâs only an excuse. This sick feeling is reserved only for you, and Ellie wishes she could swallow it down like a shot, but it instead pools in her mouth, poisoning her movements, her thoughts, her everything around you.
When you smile the smile Ellie knew all too well, It only made her feel worse. It shouldnât, really, Ellie should quirk her lips up in response, wave you over maybe. Joel would have insisted. But lately she just raised a hand in a softer, colder response before finding a new corner to escape down.
Hell, if Joel was here, if things were different, he would have tilted his chin up knowingly when Ellieâs own chin jutted down at the sight of you, her cheeks painted pink with something akin to affection, rather than the near constant shade of frighteningly pale her face seemed to be lately.
He had done so a million times.
When Ellie was only a measly sixteen, telling Joel she just couldn't let you stay the night while Joel and your old man went on a particularly long patrol.
âI barely even know them!â Ellie had fought, her arms crossed over the quickly beating heart in her chest. She knew you, she knew you liked to wear ribbon in your hair, she knew your favorite color was blue because your favorite shoes were that color, and she knew you were pretty. So fucking pretty, the kind that made her stomach turn all mushy and gross when she tried to talk to you over the semi regular shared dinners Joel and a few other older men around town had insisted upon.
Joel just shook his head, seemingly fighting back one of those chuckles that made it sound like he knew something Ellie didnât. Ellie hated when he did that. âYou know them well enough, kid.â was all Joel had responded, patting Ellieâs slumped back.
Joel did it when you coaxed Ellie out of her little garage for dinner inside of Joelâs, a few years later. He would never say anything, not when he could barely get Ellie to say hello anymore, but a look was all that was needed. Green meeting a more tired looking brown for just a split second, and Ellie knew. Joel saw right through the nervous looks Ellie threw your way, saw through how Ellie insisted on totally platonically complimenting you every time you walked through the door. Ellieâs knees were always pointed your way at the table, and Joel always saw.
âTheyâre pretty,â Joel said later that night, voice careful as he watched Ellie, who watched the dishes she silently cleaned off the table. âSweet too, too sweet for a hell like this.â Joel could barely finish the words before he heard the creak of the door, before the house was quiet again.
The last time you were brought up, Ellie remembers being cold. Sheâs often cold now, but the night on the porch was one of the first truly cold nights in Jackson. It stung her nose while she walked outside of the Tipsy Bison, leaving a crowd of shocked faces.
She felt stupid, so stupid that it made the wind feel even icier against her skin. God, why did she have to dance with Dina? Her eyes had been settled on you all fucking night, but Dina was always a firecracker, always tugging Ellie to dance or talk loudly at the bar top. Ellie couldnât stop heaving as she slammed the door. Did you think they were together too? Did you think Dina was leaning in to kiss her like Seth thought? Dina wasnât. Ellie wanted to tell you that as soon as Dinaâs lips came to your ear, âTheyâre watching, El.â
But Seth broke the dance before Ellie could. Joel only made it worse in Ellie eyes, and yet you still followed her out the building.
Of course you did.
âEllie,â she remembers you saying so softly, as if she might break if you had raised your voice even a little. Maybe she would have, she was a fragile thing that night, something easily crushed in your hands. Hands that had been gripped by yours outside the Bar that night.
You were the only one who didnât look at her like she had two heads after the Seth incident, after her face had gone red at the sight of Joel. Her harsh words to the older man didnât scare you away, didnât make you crumble her between your finger tips.
âYou should talk to him.â Your breath hit her face, the only warmth in that fucking air, and ellie remembers smelling something that was just as delicate as a pastry, maybe a perfume your father found on a patrol, maybe just you.
You cared. Something Ellie had convinced herself otherwise of, something that didnât make sense in her mind. Why did you have any worry about she and Joel? How did it concern you at all? But it did, and Ellie listened to you.
Ellie walked up that frosted porch, arms swinging nervously, searching for space on the wooden railing. Ellie let Joel join her, let him ask about you.
âYou like them?â Joelâs hands cupped his coffee, his head tilted Ellieâs way.
Ellie remembers so vividly how she turned away, tucking her chin near her shoulder. âIâm so stupid.â
Ellie could see how Joelâs head shook lightly, âYou ainât. Theyâd be lucky to have you.â
Ellie wishes she answered him that night, wishes she would have sat back on the porch, wishes she didnât call him an asshole. Ellie wishes a lot of things about that night. Maybe she would have hugged him, if she had known. Maybe she would have started that conversation with forgiveness, rather than a hint of it, thrown at the end of her scrambled words, swallowed by her eyes she willed not to cry.
Ellie wishes for a lot of things, but she knows itâs useless.
Just as useless as avoiding you, now.
You had worn a black ribbon in your hair, the day of Joelâs burial. You had hugged Ellie so tightly, and Ellie almost could feel the heartbeat she swore she lost.
âIâm so sorry,â you had blubbered into her solid frame, and she almost tucked her nose into the skin of your neck, almost let the scent of your perfume calm her. But she just thanked you, pulled back and wiped one of her shaking thumbs over your tear streaked face. She was wiping your tears that day, and somehow it felt like the only right thing to do.
But Ellie remembers that day for another reason. It had been the first day she noticed the sick feeling in her stomach. The first time the hue of pink that always clouded her vision around you was dusted green instead, jealousy clawing at her throat.
She hated it. She hated how she couldnât look away from where you slumped against your fatherâs chest. How his hand rubbed your shaking back as his breath puffed out in cold little clouds.
She hated how it reminded her of him.
Ellie stood alone, and watched on, feeling the tightening green branches of whatever awfulness was growing in the pit of her stomach. She cursed whatever it was laying above space, she dug the ball of her feet into the freezing grass and she cursed the earth for leaving her here to have to see this.
She walked home alone that night, shrugging you off with a rather monotone, âGo home, donât worry about me,â when your eyes met hers in the cold air. She saw how you deflated lightly, saw how your eyes dropped to the ground. It made her feel more nauseous. She swallowed her feelings, the good and the bad, and wrapped her arms around herself as she turned.
That night Ellie veered away from her garage, finding comfort instead on the old couch that sat in Joelâs living room, and she thinks it may be the quietest place she has ever heard. She wonders what you may be doing. Was the creaking of the walls all you heard in your Jackson home too? Surely you hadnât ripped an old and faded jacket from a closet that did not belong to you to use as a makeshift blanket, like Ellie had.
No, Ellie is sure your father walked close to you all the way home, sure he pulled out the chair at the kitchen table for you and offered you dinner, sheâs even sure he had managed to crack a smile from you.
Ellie goes to sleep with a sick stomach.
âYou're jealous, thatâs natural,â Dina told her a few weeks later, after another stint of that awful green vine rooting itself in Ellie, one that kept her from taking you up on an offer to help clean up Shimmer. The growing seed that made her shake her head at you and offer a small and untruthful, âDonât need any help.â
Dina handed Ellie a cup of warm tea in the cold garage. Ellie wouldnât drink it, and she also wouldnât eat any of the meals the Jackson residents left at her doorstep. But everyone still tried.
âBut I shouldnât be,â Ellieâs voice didnât sound like her own. It was void of any vibrancy, any spark that Ellieâs tongue usually made. It was empty, spoken coldly. cold for herself, cold for that feeling in her chest.
âYouâre grieving, El, itâs ok.â
Dina pressed a kind hand to her shoulder, and despite the way Ellie poisoned you in her mind, she still found herself wishing it was yours instead.
And now, more weeks that all pressed confusingly together had passed. The flowerâs outside Joelâs were covered by snow, wilted and drained of life. His house had been empty since Ellie stole some of his old clothes a week back, a jacket that embarrassingly laid on the edge of her chair as she swung open the door of her garage turned home, glancing at another container on her doormat.
It was from you, of course it was. Ellie was sure you had been sent from some sort of heaven she was far too damned to ever access. A small note held your handwriting, and Ellie leaned down, grasping the food, the warmth burning at her frozen fingers.
Maria said she didn't see you at supply day again. I think youâd like this. I remember you eating it a lot at the dinners.
ps. youâre doing great in patrols, glad you went back to them. youâre one of the best jackson has.
xx.
A strand of auburn hair fell across her cheek as her chin dipped down, eyelashes tickling her skin as they closed.
Ellie was avoiding you, you had to have known that. Jesse knew it, Dina knew it, hell, even Tommy had commented on it last time he came by. Sure, Ellie was avoiding nearly everyone still, but it was no secret she turned the corner whenever you and your old man were around.
But here you were, making her food, leaving her notes of praise, complimenting her as if you had any need to. It made Ellieâs always down pointed lip quiver for a moment. You still fucking cared. Just like always.
It didnât feel nice, it didnât feel like how it wouldâve if she got this note months ago. Then she wouldâve clapped a hand over her heated cheek, stuffed it under a notebook like a kid with a crush.
But now, it felt more like an ache. A burning in her chest that made her push the door back open and slide the container on the waiting table near her door.
She should eat it later, that would be the kind thing to do. But the little voice whispers in Ellieâs ear again, the voice that drips poison over the thankfulness blossoming in her chest, âYou think he helped them make that?â the voice asked.
The palm of her hand pressed to her eyes as she leaned on the doorway, âFuck.â Ellie muttered.
She kicked the wood, âFuck!â
Ellie slammed her already bruised fist on the cracked wood and yelped. The splitting pain broke the girl from her mini temper tantrum, and the empty hand cupped the throbbing skin, a pair of teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
Surely this wasnât a normal way to react to something so kind, something as simple as food. She didnât have to overthink every small thing, didnât have to let her brain flip every positive to a negative, but how does Ellie stop what she has grown so accustomed to?
Ellieâs first attempt to rid her chest of the vines that constricted her ribs was a deep breath and a squeeze of her eyes. She pretends she can smell your perfume still lingering in the air, she imagines your cheeks turned up in a smile, she wonders what color of ribbon you found this week to turn into some new hair tool, and then she exhaled.
Maybe if she thought hard enough, the vines would retreat, the ache on her bones would feel more like the silk of your touch. Maybe she can let herself care more about what you give her, kindness, food, those stupid butterflies she used to feel whenever you spoke, that set of pastel oil paints from a year ago. Rather than letting that voice remind her of all the things you could not give her, things you could not repair.
You hadnât taken Joel from her, your old man hadnât either. You having that.. having him, it wouldnât make any of what Ellie was going through change. She swallowed the truth down like nails as she turned away from the garage.
When Ellie opens her eyes again, her vision seems a little more bright.
By the time Ellie winds up at the stable, she is pressed closely by Dina who tends to Japan, brushing quietly
Ellie breaks the silence first, and it surprises both when the first word from her mouth is your name.
Dinaâs gaze shoots over, and Ellie can almost see the thin ice she is debating stepping on, lips parting. You were never an easy topic, and usually when El uttered the syllables of your name, Dina was in for a long and drawn out conversation she never knew truly how to maneuver, the conversation layered with every confusing feeling Ellie had for you. The guilt, the jealousy. Everything in between.
Ellie beats her to speaking again, âThey left me food again today. I woke up to it.â
Dina nods slowly, eyes falling back to her horse. âThatâs nice of them.â
âIt is,â Ellie agrees, flexing her bruising knuckles. âLeft a note too, complimenting me and shit.â
The brunette to the side of her pauses for a moment, her boots turning in lightly as she judged her next step. âIf you had told me this a year ago, I think you wouldâve blabbered for like.. forty minutes about how they were âthe greatest thing ever to existâ or convinced me it meant they were in love with you.â
The air is silent, and Dina thinks she may have overstepped.
But the vines have taken on a softer sort of squeezing on Ellieâs chest now, one that felt like the ribbon you wore.
âYea,â she smiled lightly, and Dina stumbled a bit, maybe out of pure shock. âYea I probably would have.â
The silence finds them again, though thereâs no thickness to it, and Ellie finds her heavy shoulders just slightly less pained for a moment.
Until the stable door swings open, and Ellie watches as Dinaâs head turns. She can tell from the look on her face alone, on the way she blinks a few times and glances at Ellie.
You had just walked through.
You walk by where Japan and Shimmer stood, and you smiled like you always did.
This time, Ellieâs chest only tightened lightly. She only felt the small tug of ribbon when she recognized the flannel you had pushed up to your elbows, one she had seen your father wear on patrols many times.
This time, Ellie tries to smile back. She doesnât let that burn find her stomach, doesnât let the voice sneer at the clothing and remind Ellie of what she did not have. This time, Ellie speaks instead.
âThanks for the food.â
You look almost as nervous as Ellie feels. You probably didnât expect responses by this point.
âOh itâs no problem,â you shake your head and smile. âHope you enjoy it.â
Ellie nods, tensing up, useless to decide where this conversation should go, where it could go.
Just as the branches begin to curl around her lungs again, Dina cuts them down with her voice.
âEl and I thought about sharing it after patrol today, maybe over some shitty movie. You in?â
The auburn haired girl shoots an aimed look at Dina, but the way you light up and step closer, the way she can smell that pastry scent again, it calms her lightly.
âItâll be fun,â Ellie offered, voice cracking toward the end.
âYea,â you smile, toes bouncing like they did when you were excited. Toes covered by your favorite shade of blue shoes. âIâd really like that.â
When you meet Ellieâs eyes, she can see pink instead of green again for the first time.
SUMMARY: it's a hot summer day and Ellie makes a quick stop at the loneliest of gas stations. When you think you'll melt under the heat, Ellie proves herself as a different alternative.
CONTENT&WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT +18, pre-established relationship, one (1) creepy man, SMUT, afab!reader, fingering, oral sex, chocking, spitting, sex in a public bathroom, finger sucking, dom leaning ellie, thigh riding?, ellie with an eyebrow piercing because i said so, aftercare?, fluffy at the end. english isn't my native language, please let me know if i missed anything!
WORD COUNT: 5,2k
NOTES: first time uploading any of my works and no, i don't know what this is. feedback is very much appreciated! pic nÂș1, nÂș2 and nÂș3
She's lazy, uncharacteristically quiet when she slips out of her pick up truck into New Mexico's summer heat. Glistening under the sun, her skin burns into the deep shade of red that wraps your ankles in the leather form of cowboy boots, and then the steel of her passed down vehicle under a coat of dirt and dust. Ellie reaches through the driver's window and leans over the seat she just occupied, forcing a few wrinkled bills into your own hands and ushering you out into the summer as well with a lift of her chin.
"Get me a pack of Camels, will ya?" she huffs out, and you're already reaching through your waist to remove the seatbelt when she speaks again "And whatever you wanna eat, 'kay?"
You want to crawl into Ellie's beaten pick up as soon as you set foot outside, swallowed in the suffocating hug of this arid weather with no mercy whatsoever. It makes you gasp, and then immediately cringe when you hear your girlfriend snicker to herself at your reaction. Looking over your shoulder, Ellie's eyebrow piercing greets you with the gentle quirk of her softest mocking smile, watching you over the front of her truck as she busies herself with the gasoline pump. You sigh, a deep breath that you exaggeratedly take with your mouth open like a fish out of water and that Ellie happily mimicks, and strut your way into the small and forgotten convenience store to escape the weather.
To your demise, inside isn't any colder. Somehow, the heat keeps finding a way to slip through the uneven blinds at the front and well aged doors to keep the store just as warm as it is outside. All chances of sunlight seem to be blocked in a way you can't quite understand, and you suspect the AC unit stopped working a long time ago when you catch a few spiderwebs hanging from the air outlets. The tiled floor is cracked, the shelves are mostly empty, and the fluorescent light keeps flickering at the same rhythm the lined up fridges buzz with electricity. There's no one besides you inside the store, but the humming static coming from a nearby radio alerts you you're not alone.
You get a can of Sprite and sour gummies for Ellie to keep herself entertained while driving, then a merry Cherry Cola that will surely get you bullied as soon as your girlfriend catches you drinking it. When you turn around, there's a man by the cash register, and the sudden appearance makes you jump in your own place. Instantly embarrassed when he's aware of your reaction, you pull down your denim skirt and approach him with the few items you picked. He watches you, gaze unwavering at each of your steps, and your heart starts pumping hard inside your chest when you try to sneak a glance outside and see Ellie giving you her back.
"Hi," you start, weirded out by the man's behaviour. He should be in his late forties, maybe. Long and white beard, piercing blue eyes, a camouflaged cap on his head you only ever see on Ellie's hunting magazines "Could I get a pack of Camels, please?"
He reaches on top of him to get it, then slams the cigarettes down the counter. You flinch, and try to hide it behind clearing your throat.
"And, uh, I'd like one of those crosswords magazines, too."
Stretching his arm behind him, he drops the item on the counter, a green pen attached to the top of the cheap magazine.
"That'd be all."
"12.47."
You scramble with the dollars in your hands, shuffling the right amount in his direction for him to take, but he doesn't move. When you look up, bills still between your fingers, you catch his gaze wavering down the expanse of your clavicle. Burning in the summer heat and boiling at pure indignation point, you scoff and slam your hand down next to your soda can. He jumps, looking at your eyes and still shamelessly sneaking glances down your tank top's low neckline.
"The fuck are you looking at?" you bark, and his coarse and dirty hands fight to coordinate the correct motion to reach out and grab your money. He gets the change, blue eyes peaking from blond eyelashes when you tear the bills and cents from his hands "You're fucking gross, you know that? Wouldn't be surprised if you never felt the touch of a woman. Fucking neanderthal."
Slamming the door behind you, the heat welcomes you like a punch in the face, but anything is better than being kept company by some in-the-middle-of-nowhere-professional-creep. The sun is high and the sky is clear, no clouds looming over to announce a storm or any wind, for that matter. Ellie's carmine truck is parked by the store's corner, nothing to keep the steel safe from the merciless sunlight provided, and the image of getting yourself in those seats âseasoned and cooked by nowâ only makes you groan in frustration.
You don't mind summer. As long as there's a pool nearby and trees to take a nap under, summer is mostly fine. The heat, however, is forcing you into a threatening huffy mood. You feel your chest already glistening with a thin layer of sweat as you round the corner in the search of Ellie, thighs rubbing uncomfortably with each other under the rigid fabric of your denim skirt as you walk, a teardrop of sticky sweat gliding down your spine.
Ellie's by the bathroom door, leaning against the concrete wall where an ice machine you can't possibly imagine to work is. Your steps alert her you're coming, boots scrunching over dead and long dried cicadas littering the sidewalk, and she stretches out her hand in the search of her cigarettes. You throw them at her and she catches the pack in the air, tearing the plastic away to get to a cigarette as soon as she can. She struggles with her lighter for a few seconds, but eventually manages to lit the end of her beloved tobacco sticks into a fiery orange. After, she opens her can with a tsk that sprays cold soda over her fingers.
She takes a sip, then cleans the corner of her mouth with her naked wrist, "Thanks, babe," you hum, lifting your hair from the back of your neck to rest your own can over the damp skin, and Ellie playfully scoffs "Can't believe I'm dating a Cherry Cola consumer, 's fucking embarrassing."
"Shut up, you like them."
"Never been that low."
The corner of your mouth twists up before you could even think your reply through, or make sure no one's close to hear it, "I wouldn't know, you're usually down way low on me."
She doesn't reply. Instead, smacks her tongue on the roof of her mouth. Cigarette wrapped tight in the left corner of her lips, silver piercing twinkling under the heavy sunlight, Ellie watches you through the syrupy green barrier of her steady gaze. She looks hot, not on terms of her attractiveness but actually warm, sinking in her black and loose tank top and equally as dark short pants. You can't phantom the burning, needle-like sensation expanding through her skin under all those layers of black, but she doesn't seem to mind, too engaged in the activity of stripping you bare with her unwavering unserious glare. Neck exposed to New Mexico's midday sun and the transpiration of your so loved Cherry Coke, Ellie allows herself to wander over all that naked skin on display. Sweaty sternum, sweaty shoulders, and that small sweaty piece of your lower back that peaks from the hem of your shirt and the waist of your skirt when you stretch up, pressing your drink further into your nape to cool yourself down.
She takes a long drag of her cigarette, hand tucked in her front pocket, a chunky silver bracelet with your name engraved in it sparkling on her dainty wrist, "Yeah, you're right."
Ellie doesn't say anything more than that, and you proceed to open your can of soda once it loses enough of its cold temperature. Cherry and coke flood your tastebuds and sparkles up your mood, sweet on the tip of your tongue and metallic on the back, licked away lips catching each drop that slips out when you close your mouth to swallow. Ellie keeps smoking, and you keep drinking, and she keeps watching, and you keep using your crossword magazine as a fan. When you're near the end of your drink, your girlfriend flicks the butt of her cigarette and smudges it on the floor with the heel of her worn out Converse.
"Alright, bathroom and then we go."
You assume she means to use the bathroom, and you nod your way into the small space right behind her when she holds the door open for you. It only has two stalls, one with a broken door and a sign that alerts that the toilet doesn't work, and you turn around to offer Ellie the chance to go first. Except, when you spin on your heels, she's throwing herself at your body and digging in like you're her last meal.
You gasp, taken back, her lips smushed against yours in an open mouth kiss you couldn't begin to see coming and she pushes forward, left hand under your shirt, right one behind your thigh. Closing her arms a little tighter, she presses herself flush against you and stalks forward until your lower back bumps into the sink, harsh and painful when her hips draw against you to pin your body further into the granite counter to make you moan. Her tongue licks into your mouth, already open wide in the desperate search of her contact, and your hands climb to the back of her head to keep her face closer. She doesn't allow you to break apart from her for air too long, never does, pulling back for a quick breath and immediately drawing you in into another heated kiss.
Against her mouth, you gasp her name, and Ellie reacts with a hard grip on your skin, fat and muscle like dough between the angry clutch of her fingers. She keeps pushing her body against yours until she manages to sit you down on the sink, cold against your skin and suspiciously wet, but you can't think about the âhopefullyâ spilled water bathing the back of your thighs when Ellie slams her hands on your knees and pushes your legs wide around her waist. Her mouth is ripped away from yours to slide lower, down your jaw, behind your ear and along the pulsing point of your jugular, leaving the wet trace of her tongue behind as she licks away your sweat. Bites are scattered across your shoulders, and you writhe under the aggressive affection of her teeth, falling back against the mirror with her weight closely behind until she's almost on top of you.
A harsh bite right on the collarbone, then a gasp in response. Your hips roll forward for friction, the cotton of your underwear grazing the rugid seam of her denim shorts, and Ellie grunts when she's aware of your action, grabbing you by the hips to slide you down the granite until you're pressed flush against her pelvis. Heat keeps simmering in your belly and a desperate whine falls from your lips, rolling your hips once again as your leg wraps around her back to invite her closer into your inner thighs.
Ellie tears the thin and lacey strap of your tank top down your shoulder, kisses the sharp bone and retreats, hand on your jaw to invite you in another of her selfish kisses, "So fucking pretty, babe, and all mine, yeah?" her fingers push your shirt up over your chest, rolled up and stretched over your bralette, and then she tucks the thin cups over each sides of your breasts. Ellie pinches your left nipple, hard enough to get it perked up with said mere touch, and you mumble her name in a gasped moan "Looking like a perfect fucking doll in that skirt and those boots, walking 'round like I'm not gonna eat you whole. Is that what you want, hm?"
She twists the small bud between her thumb and index finger, and you wiggle in her grasp, "Ellieâ yes," your hips meet hers again, but the friction isn't close to what you want. Huffing a complaint, you keep rubbing yourself against her in the search of relief "Touch me?"
Ellie laughs, mean and low by your ear, and licks a stripe from your neck to your jaw, "Already? But we just started."
Another twist of her thumb, and you sigh in frustration, "C'mon, Ellie."
She lands a bite on the corner of your jaw, "Fucking impatient, aren't you?"
"You started it."
She laughs again, more genuine than last time, enchanted by the neediness in your voice. You frown, hips against hips, and tug her hair slightly in encouragement to get her the fuck going. Ellie groans, and before you could muster your impatience again she's landing her mouth on yours, aggressively so. Her kiss makes you dizzy, hot against the transpired mirror glass behind you, flushed under the heavy contact of her spit coated lips. Ellie pushes you against her, helping you ride the zipper of her pants, and lets her right hand wander over the expanse of your thigh until it meets the hem of your skirt, rolling it up to your hipbones until your underwear is exposed. Her index finger drags a line from your clit down your entrance over the fabric, and a needy whine is swallowed by her greedy mouth. Pressing her thumb against your core, she gently rubs the cotton to get the wet patch resting there to grow furthermore.
And then, when you're about to break away from her mouth to insist a bit more, she pushes the fabric aside to expose your cunt into the humid summer air. You breathe in relief, but Ellie is too engrossed in the quiet squelch of your slicked lips when she lets her fingers roam through the wet valley between them, collecting your arousal on the pads of her index and middle finger before her thumb sinks inside you, and massages the muscles around your entrance.
"Fuck, you're so wet," she mumbles, biting your lip and licking over it to soothe the indent of her teeth "Always so wet for me, know how to drive me fuckin' crazy."
"Ellieâ"
She removes her thumb and uses it to smear your slick around, focusing on drawing sticky circles around your clit to stop you from insisting once again. You moan, loud enough to echo in the dimly lit bathroom, and buckle your hips into her hands to feel her touch. Each flick of her thumb ignites you from the inside out, a bonfire crackling in your lower belly, growing and growing with each passing second in which she's touching you. You moan again, breathy and so fucking sultry Ellie's hand stutters over you, and she abandons your abused nipples to pull your right leg up, hand on the back of your thigh and pushing under your knee, splaying you open to properly slide two fingers inside of you.
Ripping a gasp out of your mouth, Ellie sinks her fingers into you with such brutality your thighs recoil, thumb pressed down on rhythmic circles over your clit. Your nails skim across her shoulders, built up from muscle and sunburnt skin, and tug on her graphic tank top until her chest is firmly pressed against you. She knows you, has for three years already, and she's had your body memorised from the very first moment you allowed her touch. In no time, and so effortlessly she just keeps amazing you, Ellie bends her fingers in the right angle to hit each spot that makes you mewl in her arms. Crying out, your back curves in a lame attempt to bring you closer even though it's physically impossible, and your girlfriend takes the opportunity to duck down and suck your softened nipples into her mouth.
"Fuck, Ellie, right thereâ" you whine, and a twist of her wrist enables her fingers deeper.
Her teeth scratch the sensitive skin between her lips at the same time her thumb brushes your clit especially hard, and your body twitches in the first sign of your approaching climax, jolting against her touch when the tight feeling of your orgasm restrains in your lower abdomen. She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, and your whiney response is instant.
"Such pretty sounds f'me, babe," the squealch of your abused cunt brings the heat from your belly back to your cheeks, crying out at the brutal drag of her fingers going in and out, in and out "Who's makin' you feel this good, huh? Tell me."
A third finger breaking in, a loud cry echoing in the bathroom, "Yâoh, Ellie!"
She smirks, sly grin pressed against your skin, "Yeah, that's right. Say my name like that, pretty girl."
You comply, a string of Ellie, Ellie, Ellie's falling from your mouth, quicker and faintier the closer you get. Midway through her task at littering loving bites over your chest, a sudden groan makes your moans company: Ellie's natural reaction when you grow tight around her fingers.
She bites down on your skin, circles your clit messy and hard, "You close?" you nod, gasping into the warm air and only getting your own smell back "C'mon, baby, cum for me, make a pretty mess."
You sob, nails digging on the black cotton of her clothes as she pulls you closer and closer, and then keeps pulling you even closer to your climax. The burn stretching on your belly concentrates at such speed you can't even get a try at slowing it down to enjoy the feeling, and instead, it grows inside you until it snaps, washing over you in waves of pleasure that stretch down your trembling legs. Crying out her name, Ellie fingers you through your orgasm, watching closely the shape of your wet mouth opening up to set free a handful of moans she humbly helped you make. Biting her lower lip, she considers the chance of being mean for a while, thumb relentless over your overstimulated clit just to feel your legs shut closed around her, and to see your tummy flutter under her merciless touch.
"Ellie, too muchâ"
She mockingly pouts, but slowly comes to an end. When she slides her fingers out of you, close behind follows a string of your arousal, stretching from your entrance to the space between her digits with a complaining whine that betrays your own body, already missing her fingers filling you up but still rejecting her touch.
"Fuck, look at that."
Breathing in deep, you sit down until you're face to face and bring your mouth against hers, tongue licking into her own when her lips fall open under your kiss. She hums, clean hand splaying over your jaw and digging in your cheeks, then huffs out in a complaint when you break away. Except, when she's about to draw you in close to her mouth again, you glide down the sink until you're on your knees, pretty chin resting on her denim covered thigh. Ellie chuckles, delighted, and lifts her eyebrows in amusement âright one scarred, left one piercedâ when you unbutton her short pants and pull down the zipper. You're about to tug her clothes down her legs when she backs away, and before you could begin to bother her on staying still as you usually do, she wraps a hand on your jaw again, encouraging your face upward where she forces your lips open and sinks her used fingers into your mouth. Whining with each drag of her digits, Ellie fucks her fingers clean in your warm and wet tongue, rubbing each pad until they reach your throat and you gag in response.
"Y'look so pretty with my fingers down your throat, y'knew that?" you hum, hollowing your cheeks around her and blinking up at her from your position at her feet. She grins, and removes her fingers from your mouth to slide her wet thumb over your bottom lip. Ellie carefully steps around you and rests her hips against the sink, crossing her arms over her chest, where her straining biceps glisten with her sweat "Go ahead, babe, do your best."
You chuckle, closing the distance between her legs and your kneeling body, panties still tucked to the side, skirt still riled up. You pull her pants down, hook your fingers on her underwear on the way, and lick your lips in anticipation when she slightly spreads her legs, enough to allow your head between her toned thighs. She sneaks an arm away from her chest and rests her hand in the back of your head, then mockingly nudges you forward, "Gonna keep me waiting?"
You glare at her, a hand closing around her narrow ankle just to hold on to something that feels like her, and lean forward with your tongue out. Her breath hitches at the first contact, spreading just a little bit further to give you more space to work on, and you greedily press your mouth into her cunt to taste her arousal. Strange kind of sweetness, a bit sour in the tastebuds, and fully drowning in her musky essence. She curses, smacks her tongue when you lap from her entrance to her clit and back again, and closes a tight fist on your hair to keep you from moving away. Each flick of your mouth on her is gentle, mocking, teasing, and Ellie is losing her patience.
"Stop being a fucking tease," she grumbles, and immediately moans when you laugh against her core.
You're just about to stop with the teasing, you swear, when Ellie shrugs her right leg off her shorts and drapes it over your left shoulder, knee closing behind your head and pulling your face flush against her cunt. You whine, desperate at the sudden motion, at the roughness, at the expression on Ellie's face when you look up from between her thighs and see her, glaring at you with a mocking grin, getting the upper hand like many times before this. She tightens the hold of her leg behind your head and you whimper, open mouth imprisoned into lapping up her slick until your own spit coats your chin, ripping out moans and curses out of your girlfriend with each flick and glide of your tongue. You can barely breathe, nose against the coarse and curly hairs of her pelvis, bumping into her clit with each excited movement of your jaw.
"Fuck, lookin' so good on your knees," she moans and rolls her hips forward, more of her arousal spreading over your lower face, then her free hand rushing behind her to rest on the edge of the sink and press herself further against your tongue "Look at you, can't even fuckin' breatheâ fuck, you're so pretty, baby."
Mouth against her core and shameless, it's her compliment that brings the heat back to your face again. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking on her clit hard enough to make her gasp, Ellie's hips stutter against your face as a broken cry flutters from her bruised and swollen lips, the muscles of her abdomen flexing with each swift roll against your wet mouth. You huff, trying your best at keeping your eyes from rolling back when you start pulsating with need again, swallowing her slick and then, when her hand grows tight against your scalp, offering your mouth wide open for her to ride. Desperately pushing her hips back and forth, then back and forth over and over again against your tongue, Ellie groans and uses your face to get herself off.
You think she's going to finish on your tongue, but instead, she unhooks her leg from your shoulder and pushes you back with her knee, a thin thread of spit connecting your flattened tongue to her core. A whine flutters from your mouth and before you could verbally complain, Ellie hoists you up by the arms and forces you on your feet, knees hurting and still trembling from her fingers. She slams her lips shut over yours, coated in her own bittersweet arousal, and she laps into your mouth with another of her flustering kisses. It hurts to keep up with her, already bruised from all her affection and then your dedication to her pleasure, but you find yourself clinging further onto her body the more the heat in the bathroom grows. Pushing your legs open with a swift kick against your calf, she slides her thigh between your legs and presses your hips down. Instantly moaning at the contact and then whining at the sudden loss of it, Ellie peels herself from you, sweaty skin ripping from more sweaty skin, to tear your underwear down your legs until the cotton tangles on your boots.
She bites your jaw hard enough you consider the chance of her teeth accidentally drawing blood out, but the soothing of her warm tongue eases your concerns. Her hands grope their way down your body, settling on your ass cheeks and pinching the extra skin, where she kneads the fat between her fingers and helps you roll your hips down against her naked thigh. You hum, pressing your own leg against her core, and she jolts at the contact of your soft skin. With your head falling to her shoulder, you look up to watch your blurry figures on the fogged up mirror: the muscles of her back straining and working under her shirt, your fingers grasping every part of her you can reach, the hairs on her neck stuck to a thick layer of sweat, your face hot and flustered from the way she keeps moaning your name against your ear. Desperately rutting on your thigh, she squeezes her hold and then your hands dig on the scarred skin of her hips and lower back, embarrassed from how quick you're nearing your second orgasm.
She seems to catch onto your thoughts when your moans grow needier, a breathy sound she knows like the back of her hand, and she leans back to watch your face. You keep burying yourself on her neck despite her efforts to see your expression, and she mumbles her disapproval gruffly against your ear as her right hand falls heavy against your throat, and pushes you back enough to see the pinch of your eyebrows and the pout on your glossed lips. Ellie grins, still moaning at the pressure you keep building against her cunt, and squeezes on each pulse point.
The sound that scratches off you is something neither of you have heard before, a needy sob that breaks your mouth open and proves to be enough to push both of you over the edge. With your head lulling back, Ellie's hand snakes over your throat until it lands on your jaw, fingers pressing your cheeks right underneath your teeth until you grimace at the accidental bite; and as a low cry trembles from between your lips, Ellie leans forward, parts her lips, and spits down the back of your tongue. It takes you by surprise. Warm and thick coating the muscle in your mouth, suddenly coming undone when you swallow her down under her heavy gaze.
She groans, "Fuck, you're soâ" she squirms, pushes her hips forward to hump your leg hard until you bounce over her thigh, crying out as your orgasm rushes through you "Fuckin' liked that, huh? Shit, that's dirty, babe."
Legs snapping shut around her leg, then twitching at her relentless pace. You whimper again, repeat her name in such a sorrowful whine Ellie pouts and rests a hand on your cheek, gliding her thumb over your bottom lip as lovingly as she could possibly be.
"I know, babe, I'm almost done," she promises, and you want to tell her you don't mind, you're not complaining. Her hips stutter and she looks down, smacking her tongue on the roof of her mouth "Fuck, look at that, makin' a fuckin' mess all over you. You're jus' gonna make me cum, huh?"
Her hand finds a way to bend your gaze downward, gripping your cheeks until your forehead rests on her shoulder and you're met with the sight of your thigh, coated in her slick and dripping with your own, as she uses your leg to get herself off. A gruff whine, hips stuttering at the overstimulation, and you still offer yourself to get Ellie where she needs to be despite being so sensitive. You huff out a quiet moan and the hairs framing her face barely move, stuck to the dampness of her skin as she nears her climax. And she's so pretty like this, pupils blown out and cheeks flushed under teardrops of her own sweat, thick brows pulled together under the glint of her silver piercing, groping your skin and moaning your name with each eager roll of her hips. You can barely bring yourself to make a sound, maybe focusing too much on her face to make a meaning out of the dirty words she keeps mumbling in this New Mexico's summer day, dedicated to you only.
Her nails dig in your skin, then her abdomen flutters, and she finishes over your leg with a loud cry in the shape of your name. You whimper and watch the expression on her face turn blissful, drowned by a tide of pure pleasure, head falling back and presenting the tendons of her neck for your teeth to mark. Huffing as she gradually slows down with a hitch of her breath, her forehead collides over your neck and she quietly hides there, breathing hard against your skin and whimpering when you slump forward, leaning on her chest. Bringing your hands up from her lower back, you drop them gently on her shoulders as the laziest of hugs yet, and she giggles against your skin, so sweet and girlish you feel yourself flutter with butterflies at the melody.
She leans back, scans your face and runs her hand from your glimmering temple to the crown of your head, brushing your hair away with a content smile polluting her abused lips. Her fingers slide down the side of your face and then her thumb brushes the highest point of your cheek, dissolving a drop of sweat with her fingertip, and reaching forward to land a gentle peck on your cupid's bow. You huff out the sweetest of quiet laughs, and watch her clean the sweat off her face with her wrist.
Looking down at the wet trail on the back of her hand, Ellie grimaces and pushes her tongue out of her mouth, "Yuck," you didn't think you'd be laughing this hard at such unexpected reaction, but you are, backing away from her touch just enough to give the illusion of space between her chest and yours "I feel gross. I am gross."
"How long till we get to Texas?"
She blinks, and the blush on her cheeks finds a way to grow darker, "Like, a while?"
You feel like losing hope, "How long?"
"Four hours?"
You groan, throwing your head back in an exaggerated gesture, but Ellie takes the chance to peck the side of your neck she just littered with the marks of her teeth. It feels like an apology, wether it's because of her bites or the fact that you won't shower until the evening you're not sure. Pulling yourself away from her might as well be a crime but it's still painfully necessary, and the sound echoing in the bathroom, the slick parting loud through each dark and condensed corner, makes the both of you cringe. She pats your hip gently over the denim, then leans down to pull your underwear up and your skirt down.
"I'll get a towel from the truck, hold on."
She pulls her clothes back on and cleans the sweat off her face with the bottom of her shirt, stretching over the toned muscles of her abdomen under your never ending hungry gaze. She catches you watching while rubbing the black cotton over her jaw, and chuckles to herself before leaning forward and kissing you sweet again.
She ruffles up her hair and looks at you, "Do I look alright?"
You bite your lip in consideration, "I mean, you look fucked."
"But how obvious is it?"
"Uh, pretty obvious?"
"No, like, I know how I look, but I don't have, like, your underwear hanging off my pocket or anything?"
The example makes you laugh, and you lean back against the sink "Well, your thigh is... pretty wet?"
She looks down, assesses the matter in her own head before she leans down and carelessly rubs your arousal away with the back of her hand. It looks... fine, you guess, and she walks out of the bathroom to race to her pick up without further questioning her appearance. Turning around and inspecting the rusty faucets, you struggle to twist one open and when you do, the water is nowhere close to cold. You wash your face, then your neck and pat your thigh clean again, and when you're done, Ellie bursts through the door, hand towel tucked under her arm.
Feeling the warm water as she stretches the fabric under the faucet, Ellie complains out loud, "Well, that's disgusting."
"At least it's clean."
"Yeah, I kinda expected it to be brown."
She rinses the towel each time she cleans a new place in your body, gently rubbing the towel on your skin to get rid of any possible long dried fluid. And she talks you through her task, complaining about the weather and the gas prices and how late your arrival will be after your short road trip vacation.
"Are you blaming me?" you ask, unbelievably so, watching her only inches away from your face as she carefully works the damp towel between your thighs, apologising when you hiss.
"Well, if you didn't look like that then I wouldn't have fucked you, dummy."
"You're so annoying."
"Better start making up an excuse to tell Joel when he asks."
"Does 'I tried to murder you' work?"
She nods, understanding, "He'll believe you."
You snicker, planting a kiss on her cheek when she finishes cleaning your skin away, and then thanking her with another peck right under her eye, where your favorite beauty mark of hers is. She blushes pink each time she's the main focus of your affection, which is to say she's mostly red around you, and scrambles to distract herself by rubbing the musk off her own body. When she's done, she rinses the towel one last time, squeezes the excess of water and stretches the wet fabric over her shoulder.
"Alright, bathroom and then we go?"
When you're smiling the way you are, Ellie can always forgive your taste for cherry flavoured coke.
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