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Welcome! Thank you for making your way here. I'm new to writing so please send constructive criticism so I can improve. I will greatly appreciate it.

Generally 18+ mdni

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Fandoms: Just TLOU for now!

I will write for: Ellie & Abby

Dividers from @bronzewasp & The MET website

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she’s got a pretty nose

summary: christina shares a fantasy she’s had about you for a while. turns out to be the best thing you’ve ever done.

warnings: face riding/sitting, none

authors note: i had sooo much funnn writing thisss all the lesbians are hungry for some christina right now. hope you guys enjoy :)

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christina sits on the couch, flipping through the television, legs spread apart, relaxed. you watch your girlfriend from the kitchen in awe, like her beauty is she’s not even real.

you walk over and climb onto her. just to steal another kiss. its supposed to be innocent. that’s the lie you tell yourself.

“hi,” christina smiles when she feels you on her lap, her hands land on your hips automatically, muscle memory, thumbs warm.

nothing about it stays innocent.

the kisses start slow, lazy, like you’ve got all the time in the world. she hums softly as you deepens it, head tilting back against the couch, mouth opening without thinking. you feel that sound everywhere. you shift just slightly, and her breath hitches.

you both pause.

“you okay?” she murmurs, forehead pressed yours.

you nod, but her grip on you tightens. “yeah.” it comes out more breathless than intended.

she smiles, smug and pleased, and lifts her hips up.

you can’t help the groan that escapes your mouth. her head drops forward onto your shoulder. this is the thing that breaks you everytime. she laughs.

she leans down, mouth brushing your jaw instead of your lips. “what?”

christina’s hands slide, firmer now. like a switch flipped inside her. you feel it and press closer, knees straddling christina’s thighs, fully settled now.

your kisses get messier. deeper. christina kisses you like if she stops you’ll fade away.

you still suddenly, studying her face—her dilated pupils looking up at you like you’re the greatest thing shes ever held. her grip hasn’t loosened even a little.

christina swallows. her thumb traces a slow line into your hip, absentmindedly.

“can i tell you something without you laughing at me?”

you soften immediately. “always.”

there’s a long pause. christina looks up at her from under her lashes in a way that makes your chest ache.

“i’ve been thinking about this,” she admits quietly. “about you. about us. and what i want to do to you.” her voice drops on the last part, rougher. “and i can’t get it out of my head.”

your breath catches excitedly. “yeah?”

“i want you to sit on my face.”

the silence that follows after is palpable.

you blink. then laugh, just stunned. you have been dating for a year now, and she’s never said anything like that before. never talked about the fantasies she had about you. but now that it’s out, you’ve never wanted anything so bad.

“i’m serious,” christina says, immediately. “i mean only if you want to. i don’t want to make it weird. i just—” she exhales, embarrassed but steady. “i think about it a lot.”

you stare at her for a second.

“it’s not weird,” you murmur against her mouth. “its… very convincing.”

christina lets out a shaky laugh, relived.

you pull back just enough to smirk. “bedroom,” you say. “now.”

and christina knows—she knows—she’s already lost.

you don’t say anything else—just stumble to the bedroom, laughing under your breath, hands everywhere, tripping over each other like gravity’s optional.

christina barely has time to sit before she’s being pushed back onto the bed.

she lands on her back, blinking up at you. you feel calmer now. focused. you crawl over her, slow and deliberate, palms pressing into the mattress on either side of christina’s shoulders.

“you okay?” she asks, voice rough, eyes never leaving your face.

“never better,” you smile. not sweet. dangerous.

your fingers slide into christina’s hair, just testing at first, then gripping. christina’s breath stutters immediately.

then you lower onto her face. the second you do, the second her tongue flattens against you, the second her nose hits you, everything breaks.

christina’s hands fly to your hips on instinct. like she’s afraid you’ll fall apart if she doesn’t hold on.

you gasp, sharp and surprised, your whole body jolting as sensation crashes through you. it’s different, out of this world almost. and you’re suddenly shaking, trying to stay upright, trying to breathe.

“oh chris—,” you whisper, voice already wrecked. “oh my god.”

she does not slow down.

if anything, she gets faster. her mouth moving more desperately, like she hasn’t eaten anything in days. something has shifted deep in her chest. her grip tightens, thumbs digging in as you start rocking without even realizing, chasing her mouth.

“holy shit,” you pant, head tipping back. “god you feel so fucking good, baby.”

christina laughs into her, cocky like she knows. it sends you spiraling. the sounds that come out are broken and helpless. your fingers are tangled into her hair now, pulling without meaning to.

christina’s nose keeps bumping the spot you need it the most and you see stars, head is in the clouds. her tongue is everywhere, so deep, so good, and completely relentless.

“i can’t—” you choke, hips stuttering. “i- im so close—“

christina just holds you tighter, letting the weight of you press down onto her face more. this is exactly where she wants you. she’s waited for this. there’s nowhere else in the world she’d rather be than right here, completely gone.

you finally collapse forward, forehead dropping to the headboard of the bed, still shaking, breathing hard, the room spinning.

for a second, neither of you move.

then christina’s hand slides up your back, slow and grounding.

“you good?” she murmurs.

you laughs weakly, pressing a kiss into her skin.

“yeah,” she says. “i’m… yeah.”

christina smiles to herself, still wrecked, still catching her breath.

“told you it’d be fun.”

you lift her head just enough to look at her, eyes dark, smile lazy.

“next time,” she says quietly, “i’m not warning you.”

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if I say “I’m gonna update my fic and post the new chapter soon,” please know that “soon” could either mean today or 2035

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Abby fanfic (motivate me please)

I promise I have not abandoned this account. I am writing an Abby fanfic but I have been so inconsistent. Hopefully posting this will motivate to get back to writing, If I lock In I could truly have it done in like a few days.

Also there is a severe lack of Abby fanfics so currently working to fix this issue.

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TLOU Ending

Like as a painter myself. Who is very attached to my art work I wonder. Did Ellie walk away forever from her things? Joel's guitar dude! I like to imagine she might have been going somewhere like hunting to find Tommy. I don't know I find it hard to believe she would leave everything. Could she really detach to all those belongings? Someone who carries pins on her bag, a journal and took the Toy Sam left behind. I like to think she was not leaving her things for good. I am crossing my fingers in denial that there will be a part three I refuse any other reality!

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I am in denial

I can't believe Ellie left Dina, but even more I can't believe Dina left the house she is so strong. What if they never see each other again? Ellie's diary entries about potato omg. I swear if we don't get a part 3. I don't sleep at night thinking about a TLOU 3. Also I want to see Abby growing out her hair it would be so cute.

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Finished Playing TLOU 2 :(

I am heartbroken to say the least. My only choices were to come here and rant. I bought my ps5 just to play TLOU. I dreaded finishing it and dragged out playing both games over the span of almost a year. I am just so sad! I feel so empty. I want to play other story games but I know nothing will ever compare.

To think part 3 isn't even confirmed and it could be years if it even does happen. I hope because of the ambiguous ending there is going to be a 3rd game. I am playing remastered now but like how am I supposed to get over this!! I am literally heartbroken. This game means the world to me, I just feel so sad now that I have finished it.

My only way of coping was to share here. I will be replaying it in chronological order and the extra chapters at least. Did anyone else feel like this after they finished playing?

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Masterlist

TLOU

ᯓ★ Ellie

Fics

Ellie x Cowgirl!Reader

⤑ Part 1 :

Ellie hires cowgirl!reader as help for the farm, they can't escape the tension between them.

⤑ Part 2

Oneshots

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

ᯓ★ Abby

Fics

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Oneshots

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Dividers: @hyuneskkami, image from The MET website

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🂭 Ellie x Cowgirl!reader → Part 1

🃁 Summary: After Ellie sleeps with cowgirl!reader they don't know where they will take things.

🃖 Contents: 18+, smut, subtop!ellie, f!reader, sub!ellie x f!reader, fingering (both recieving), oral (r!recieving) , masturbation, thigh riding

🃜 Wc: 4.5k

a/n: Yay to my second fic ever being done, that's worth celebrating. I won't lie I'm struggling hard, I'm so worried it won't be as good as the first or it will be worse. No matter how much I worked on it I feel like I could have done more. On a brighter note I'm having way too much fun with these dividers.

The next morning was brisk, before you had slipped out of Ellie’s dark bedroom you took one last look at her sleeping form. It pulled at something deep inside you. She looked so peaceful it almost made you feel guilty.

Once back in your room you tossed yourself in bed twisting and turning in hopes to sleep. Everything was still quiet on the other side.

Inevitably sleep would never come, you were now haunted by the memory of Ellie on top of you. The way she used you for her own pleasure just hours before, the memories of her naked body in the bath you drew her. She had been looking at you like you might fade overnight.

You felt conflicted, why did you pursue her if you knew you couldn’t stay. 

Dressing and heading to the kitchen in search of coffee, it was still a bit dark. You were greeted with the mess you left in the kitchen the night before. Fruit flies swarming the potato Ellie had been cutting before you two- you forced yourself to literally shake off the memory it had been a one time thing, you wouldn’t reminisce. 

You began cleaning up before having your coffee stopping to stare at the sunlight beginning to pour into the house.

Ellie had it well decorated so many knick knacks even the simple curtains framing the window added to the coziness of it all. After years of roaming inns and towns you could appreciate the home Ellie had made for herself. All of her knick knacks really helped make the space. 

By the window there was a record table with all kinds of records underneath. She had a little astronaut figure on the table, and next to it two horse carvings one finished and one not. 

Things like these glimpses of Ellie remind you it was a stranger. You really knew nothing about her it weighed deep in you. You weren’t ready to speak to Ellie. Unsure what to make of your night together. Even more unsure of how to tell her it couldn't happen again, not if you were gonna work for her. 

You couldn't, you never stayed in one place for long, you had been drifting for years. Seeing different corners of the country, relishing in the freedom it gave you. Occasionally staying in a town until winter passed and before moving on. This time you just happened to be in Seattle. 

You didn’t know what made you feel so shaken, were you really going to risk a good stable job for the chance it could work out with her? If it didn’t work you would have to start your search over again in hopes to be hired for “`man’s job”.

But hell if you didn’t want more of her. 

You realized you can’t just sit there fiddling your thumbs thinking about Ellie staring out the window like some film character.  You decided to start breakfast and anything else you could make, finally settling on muffins. 

All those extra imperfect strawberries were gonna go bad, Ellie had said so herself. 

Ellie woke up alone with the ceiling staring back at her. Dazed before she could even recall the memories of the night she felt the ache in her thighs. Then came the fragments of what happened just hours before to the front of her mind. 

She wasn’t surprised to wake up alone, but she’d hoped you hadn't just outright left. I mean you drew a bath for her that had to mean something right?

Ellie slipped out of bed as quietly as she could, She felt the house bitterly cold despite it being an August morning. Her lack of pants was likely to blame. 

Hesitating before finally going down the steps, She saw you fully dressed pulling a tray out of the oven. 

 Her senses suddenly overwhelmed with what seemed like the smell of pastries.

Then you place it next to 4 other trays? Before stopping and locking eyes with her. 

“Hey” she said quietly

“Hi” you said with a shy look, but it was distant. All the warmth from the night before was nowhere to be found. 

What were you even doing?

“Do you run a secret bakery I didn’t know about?” she questioned face scrunched, eyes sleepy.

“I found some ingredients for muffins figured I might as well..” you responded scratching the back of your neck looking around as if taking it in from Ellie’s perspective.

“How will we eat all of these?" Ellie asked in all seriousness. Rubbing her eyes, brain still half asleep. She had never seen anyone act like this after sleeping with her.

You scoffed as if the idea was ridiculous (because it was)

“Of course we won’t eat them all, I figured we could take em’ to the market tomorrow?” 

Ellie felt relieved at your confirmation you weren’t planning on leaving yet. You two had been filling Ellie’s truck with strawberries and everything you’d need for the farmer’s market. 

But why were you talking about muffins? Tip toeing around the elephant in the room.

Ellie’s confusion was written all over face. She made her way over to the table before she quietly began working on her breakfast.

The air became rigid, filled with an empty silence. 

Your grip awkward on your fork as you pushed your food around. Suddenly embarrassed about what you decided to say. 

You didn’t want to give Ellie mixed signals, but you couldn't keep her close either; it would hurt too much when you left.  

As Ellie got up to bring two glasses of water to the table. You felt your ears warm getting glimpses of her bare legs under her flannel. it looked like she had picked it up off the floor and put it back on. A careless look that could only work for her.

Sitting back down quietly you both began to speak. 

“I think” You and Ellie spoke simultaneously 

“You first,” Ellie murmured.

“It’s for the best if last night doesn’t happen again, once I have enough money I’ll be out of your hair. I’m sorry I even started it in the first place”

Ellie seemed to be stuck processing what you were saying. She was looking at you like a deer in headlights.

“I really appreciate all you’ve done for me, especially what you didn’t have to go out of your way to do. I will try to stay out of your way and I’ll be out of here before you know it” you said with a tone of finality. 

“I was gonna say we should start with the horses instead of the berries today” Ellie finally responded 

Keeping her face as neutral as possible, she wouldn’t wear her heart on her sleeve. To say she was disappointed would be an understatement. 

“Oh” You nodded.

Ellie watched as you picked up your dishes before putting on your hat and heading out without her. 

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She walked over as you were brushing the main of your horse, you were working quietly eyes down. 

Ellie didn’t want to know the name of your horse, she didn’t want to know anything else about you if you were just going to leave. She continued stomping around.

She’d be alone in this enormous house again. Yet she didn't want to admit she wanted you to stay. 

Neither of acknowledging the reality hanging in the air. You both established a smooth rhythm. Ellie decided she should try to get back to her usual routine. 

But nevertheless, when she was in the middle of a mundane task like hand feeding the sheep she would get so lost in thought of what you had looked like underneath her. How you talked her through it. Remembering what it was like down to see where both of you had met. 

It wasn’t until she felt the prick of the sheep’s teeth that she came back to reality. She looked around to double check you hadn't seen her spacing out while having her hand swallowed.

As she walked back she saw you brushing the mane of your horse, your eyes snapping up at hers quickly before going back to what you were doing. 

Expression hidden under the brim of your hat but Ellie swore she could make out the pink dusting your cheeks even in the dark barn. It was noticeable you were also having trouble focusing. in her presence.  

So Ellie began to think she could use this to her advantage. Make you want her and make you stay.

She walked past you to the closet in the barn stepping in her clunky boots while adjusting her own hat.  

“Ellie” you called

Ellie’s head snapped to your turning around, eyes looking right into yours. 

“Can you help me lock the gate? The latch won’t work” 

Ellie said nothing and made her way over moving in front of you.

With her this close you could tell that even while working she still smelled sickly sweet. 

Bringing you back to the night before once again. It had barely been a day and you didn’t think you could stay here longer if staying away from her felt like this.

She kneeled and inspected the latch before effortlessly popping it into place. 

When she stood back up you both looked at each other. 

Ellie froze as your eyes moved to her lips before coming back up. She was itching to kiss you again but she wanted you to want her for more than just the day, she wanted you to take her seriously enough to stay and see where it goes.

Your eyes stuck on her lips remembering how honey-like she tasted. Despite the walls you had put up you began to lean in. 

She swiftly turned to go around you as you were leaning in. She couldn't let herself give in. She walked off quickly into the house. 

You were left simultaneously frozen, flustered and embarrassed. 

Ellie angrily took off her hat putting it on the hook, wouldn’t come on her farm sleep with her then play with her emotions like this. She was going to make sure you who wanted her like she wanted you.

You both avoided eye contact through dinner, you didn't know what to do with yourself. That situation in the barn was too close not to mention unfair to Ellie who you had told it was going to be a one time thing. 

You wanted so much more of Ellie, but you had set the distance all by yourself. 

Ellie pushed around dinner on the plate then made some excuse about being tired, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You lost your appetite, she wished you knew more about her. How could you consider staying when you didn’t even know who she was?

While you were right downstairs pouting and would probably give into her if Ellie tried. However she would not allow herself to ask first. She knew you wanted her regardless of all that babble about leaving but she would make sure you said it first.

More importantly she was desperate to cum again, if you didn’t want to be with her fine. But she’s needed to take care of herself.

Peeling off her dirty clothes from the day, belt,  boots and all. Running a hot bath for herself, a sort of self care after what happened between you two left her reeling. 

She slid inside relishing in the warm water soaking her skin. Leaning her head back as she began to trail her hand down her stomach to her mound. 

Biting her lip as she slid a finger separating her folds, the feeling of the water adding to the sensation. She began to brush her clit; it was taking everything in her to be discreet. 

She felt needy yet shameless hearing as you walked up the stairs into your room it only spurred her on more. 

It was not nearly the same pleasure not now that she had felt herself against you, but indulging herself was so freeing after those heated glances.

 She couldn’t deny her pent up frustration, it's like every part of her that had been sleeping and had woken up when you had touched her. She hadn't left her alone since. 

She imagined it was you whispering in her ear, or underneath her again guiding her and bringing her to the edge.

By the time she came down from her orgasm the tub had gone still and cold. 

Ellie was left feeling empty, head back, eyes closed, lost in thought.

 How would she get you to change your mind? 

She dried off, stopping to stare at your door before going to bed for the night. Starring at the ceiling once again wondering what she’d gotten herself into.

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Ellie wasn’t nearly as discreet as she seemed to think, you could hear the sounds of the water sloshing. She had been there for two hours. You were certain you could imagine what she’d been doing if she felt even half the need you did. When she finally came out and you heard her trek to her room pausing at your door, you needed a cold shower yourself imagining what she'd been up to. 

Cursing yourself you wouldn’t allow yourself to give into your desires, it was your decision to stay away from her in the first place. Yet no matter how many times you said to yourself it did not stick in your brain. 

But you could at least give yourself this, you had your hand in your own boy-short underwear unable to resist the memories of last night. Knowing Ellie might have been doing the same only lit the fire in you. 

As you bucked into your own hand feeling pitiful, was this really what it was gonna be like? You would work tortured by her presence for a month. Then what? leave and spend your days drifting and reminiscing about her. 

You finished before turning over to sleep hoping Ellie would at least let you touch her in your dreams. 

Morning rolled around, it was sort of a big day for you two.

Today Ellie would take you to the farmers market. She explained she would come every month to sell what the farm produced and do a bit of her own shopping. You listened intently and quietly while she' spoke.

She claimed she could go alone which you expected but you insisted; claiming it’s what she’d paid you for.

The truth is you were curious about Ellie’s life while you had promised to stay away; your actions would say otherwise.

When you arrived Ellie climbed down the truck and went straight to a middle aged man who waved at her. Tipping his hat and Ellie tipped hers back. She seemed to laugh, brighter than you had seen her in days. 

You wasted no time either while she hadn’t given you much instruction you had begun taking the stock out of the trunk. 

Fresh berries, jugs of milk, cartons of eggs and muffins filled the crates Ellie had brought. 

She had written everything down and pulled a folded sheet from her jeans, she wrote how much she expected for what she brought and waited for him to agree on a price. 

He nodded before joking Ellie was lucky to have good stock or he wouldn’t accept so easily. 

Ellie chuckled. The older man reminded her of Joel’s stubbornness.

Ellie began carrying things to his stand and you followed suit.  

You kept your eyes low; hat even lower. Avoiding the stares. People were curious it had been years since Ellie came with anyone at all and before that it was Joel. 

“Who’s your ol’ friend there Ellie, she’s quite the looker. Is she hitched yet? I have a nephew with his own farm not too far East.” The older man exclaimed. 

Thankfully you were out of listening distance.

 Ellie tried to hide her disdain,

“No as far as I know she is not looking for anything, see you next month” She said hoping the unexpected jealousy wasn’t too clear on her face. 

"Ah, I see now" the man said chuckling as Ellie walked off.

Ellie saw a familiar kind woman she often bought from soaps and lotions from. She did her best to smile. Since her trips into town were few and in between, she tried to put on her best face. 

As Ellie made her way quickly through the stands you followed her complacently. A sort of silent apology. You bought some of your own things, a woman selling bouquets of local wild flowers and some more baking ingredients. Ellie seemed to eye you as you picked through the flowers.

You didn't even know why you were buying things that made it seem like you would stay. Once again you couldn't help yourself. you both put your things in the truck bed and hopped in the front of the truck. It would be an hour’s way back to the house. 

By this time the sun was setting perfectly on Ellie’s face through the truck’s windshield, while you had asked repeatedly she wouldn't let you drive stubborn as ever. 

While you would have preferred to drive, you couldn't complain the view of her made it entirely worth it.

Brown hat casting a slight shadow on her brows, wearing a flannel with cut off sleeves, freckles suddenly noticeable under the sunset, playing with a toothpick in her mouth. Her forearm rested on the car door as her arm extended out the window. Both rolled down letting in the mellow August breeze. 

Your eyes trailed down to her lips the way she played with the toothpick made you think about what kissing her had been like, what almost kissing her had been like. 

 You wanted to watch her use you for her own satisfaction again, make her feel good, to ruin it for anyone after you.

You weren't going to last a month in Seattle, not with Ellie looking like that.

“Something on my face?” Ellie teased breaking you out of your trance, looking at you before turning to face the road again. 

The roads were smooth then bumpy the farther out of town you got. 

“No- nothing at all” you tried to play off looking out the window again. Trying to scowl but it was more a look of guilt.

She smirked and let out a huff while you two continued the silent drive.

You had brought a paperback you tried to flip through but it was no use the roads were too uneven. Besides with Ellie humming along quietly to some song playing on the radio you were rendered useless. 

She was hypnotizing, nodding her head along. Her persistent aroma filled the small front of the truck. With not even an arm’s length separating you both. Not even a center console.

Ellie turn over into a dead end, as soon as you realize

“Hey, where are we-" you started.

“Thought I’d pull over if you're gonna keep looking at me like that” Ellie interrupted. 

“All day you’ve been looking at me like that, I don’t understand why you won’t just outright do whatever it is you're thinking” she said.

Ellie had been sneaking glances at you as well; she wasn’t blind.

Your own well worn hat, a small paperback resting on one thigh, some 1950’s lesbian pulp novel. Fingers stretched out on your other thigh. Big belt buckle, legs manspread. And every once in a while you would get stuck with your eyes on her lips.

Ellie had had enough of it.  

“You're being ridiculous, I'm not looking at you like anything, now can we please keep going?” You huffed in annoyance.

Making what was supposed to be once again a scowl but was more like a pout to Ellie. Sulking at most really.

Ellie said nothing as she unbuckled her seatbelt sliding over uncharacteristically plopping herself in your lap. 

She put her sweaty forehead against yours cupping your jaw. To say you were caught off guard would be an understatement.

“Are you sure you don’t want me? if you ask nicely I might let you touch" she teased.

Your breath hitched, her scent overwhelming you. The depth in her fern green eyes right in front of your own, pupils wide.

She ground one time into you and you moaned like you had felt her directly on your heat.

Before you could think about morals you pulled her down to your lips but Ellie pulled away, you now were the one getting mixed signals.

Before you could speak Ellie began “No i want to hear you say it, say you’ll give this a real chance and stay or we're not doing this” She demanded.

You stared back at her gathering any words at all, you were so worked up the only thing you could muster was

“Okay- fuck yes I'm not ready for us to be over either. Now please let me touch you.”

You didn’t know how Ellie managed to get you this whipped, essentially begging and everything yet you were sure there was some kind of black magic behind it. 

Moving your hands to guide Ellie’s hips as she started to move onto one thigh, you encouraged her to move on it coaxing out sounds from her lips. You swallowed them kissing her desperately. 

Feeling how hot her center was through her jeans she was exhaling short breaths. You could feel her warmth on your thigh.

 Your paperback and both cowboy hats had fallen to the floor; neglected.

Ellie moved her face into your shoulder as you began trailing wet kisses on her neck moving her short auburn strands aside singlehandedly.

"keep going" Ellie encouraged through strangled breaths.

You cupped her small breast through her flannel, not once moving your hands off her.

“Ellie we have to get home so we can do this properly” you panted, doing your best to help her get friction on your thigh. 

“Fuck- fine okay,” Climbing off you immediately wasting no time to start the old truck again.

you're not allowed to change your mind” She argued, face flushed her eyes wide on yours almost exasperated.

“Trust me I won’t.” You said blushing up to your ears. 

Ellie began speeding home. You weren't far at this point, maybe five minutes. It had been five minutes too long you squirmed in your seat at this point twisting against your jeans could get you off.

Ellie quickly parked sideways on the front lawn. Wasting no time dragging you to the front door. 

You laughed as she struggled with the lock. Before pushing the old door in, kissing you messily and dragging you up the stairs.

Once you got into her room she put your hand in her underwear whispering

“Feel me, I could barely drive. Are you going to leave me like this?” Ellie asked, her dignity out the window long ago.

You could only groan in response helping her take off her pants then turning her around to face the bed putting her on fours. Reaching your hand around into her waist moving your hand quickly to the source of her wetness to you started teasing her clit.

You leaned down to Ellie’s ear

“Did you think of me in the bath last night?” You teased.

Ellie let out something between a sound of surprise and noise of embarrassment. To which you laughed but quickly it turned into a hiss as she began to move her hips back into yours, you beyond soaked just from having her on top of you in the car.

“Shut up” Ellie managed to get out.

From behind you slip in one finger then two with your other hand, Ellie holding herself up with her palms you were focused on her clit trying to get her to the edge she had waited long enough. You worked fast feeling the strain in your wrist.

“Yes- right there I'll kill you if you stop” Ellie cried out. Her moans are getting louder and closer together.

“I was also thinking of you last night, it was impossible not to. In fact I thought of you right across the hall” You continued talking.

This did it for her and before Ellie could try to form a coherent thought and respond to you she felt her orgasm wash over her crying out arms shaking. Her brows furrowing before collapsing on the bed unable to hold herself up anymore.

She was crimson to her ears not just from her orgasm but your recent admission.

She wasted no time after she got her breath sort of normal; it seemed she had a new renewed energy. She took advantage of you collapsing next to her and moved to straddle your lap. 

She looked into your eyes, chest still rising. You admired her stamina really.

 “Can I taste you?” Ellie panted.

 “Are you sure? you really don’t have to do that" your own eyes looking into hers almost searching for signs of dishonesty. 

“I don't eat people out to be nice, I'm sure” She insisted before leaning down to trail kisses down your neck, all while you helped her unbuckle your belt.

Ellie pulled your jeans off and underwear and you were embarrassed at how soaked you were. She continued to lift up your shirt to trail kisses down your stomach, it was all too intimate.

She traced a finger down your happy trail wondering how someone as perfect as you came across her.

You visibly shivered.

Ellie glanced up as she continued her exploration, you reached your hand to cup her jaw, eyes reaching hers. Her pupils were blown, the green barely visible, it was a sight. You rubbed your thumb on her cheek, committing it to memory. You didn’t know how you got so lucky, you had never had someone offer to go down on you. You were always expected to be the giver, which you never minded. Still you felt nervous and excited at Ellie’s insistence to take care of you.

Ellie began to kitten like you before fully flicking your clit, smirking she was out for revenge. You were so sensitive to the new feeling, you already felt like you had to hold back, and Ellie could tell.

Putting two fingers in her mouth before looking up at you and slipping one inside.

Throwing your head back, hand falling into her soft auburn locks.

Feeling her slip a second finger making a curling motion deep inside of you, you felt so full it was too much.

Then Ellie’s mouth was back on you and she was relentless. 

You felt your orgasm full force your legs shaking working hard to stay apart. Your body tensed then relaxed leaving you heaving, yet still feeling it in waves. It was so overwhelming and yet a new sensation.

Before you could register what planet you were on she caught you off guard asking

“So you're staying for sure or..?”

“Yes” you manage to choke out

“Yes what?” Ellie taunted

“Yes Ellie i’m staying” 

a/n continued: Any feedback is welcome, I wish I had time to fix a million more things yet I already took too long to write this.

Still I want to say I improved from the first but also I am full of self doubt. Also thank you so much for the kindness on chapter one it helped keep me inspired to write, so thank you deeply.

Also would you guys like a taglist? Let me know!

Dividers from: @bbyg4rlhelps

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Ellie x Cowgirl!Reader

Finally worked up the courage to write, pls be nice this is the first piece of fiction I have ever written. I apologize in advance if this is the worst thing you have ever read.

Summary: Ellie hires cowgirl!reader as help for the farm, they can't escape the tension between them.

Warnings : 18+ mdni, smut, sub!ellie, f!reader, sub!ellie x dom!reader, scissoring/tribbing, fingering (e!recieving)

Wc: 1.9K

Ellie x Cowgirl!reader → Part 2

Ellie had been working the farm day and night, it was twice the work since Joel had passed a few years before. She’d kept the farm running, but it was tough on her own. 

She could feel the ache starting to spread in her back to her legs as she worked tirelessly in the afternoon. 

Things had been slow and she really needed to harvest all the crops and sell enough before winter came. She was already running low on money and it was only August, she was growing worried there wouldn't be enough to get through winter.

She needed to hire help soon, she wouldn't be able to get all the crops in time to sell at the market herself. 

She knew she had gotten lucky when you rode into her farm looking for work. Especially in a town where women were taught to be teachers or housewives. 

 You definitely didn't look like the housewife type.

Wrangler jeans, boots, shotgun on your side and a wide brim hat. You looked like trouble.

Rough around the edges but you were willing to work and when not many people were. 

Ellie couldn't afford to say no, August was coming to an end. She didn't even know how you managed to stumble across her farm. What were you doing so far from town? In the end she was just grateful you did.

Ellie realized you were more than a pretty face. You knew your way around a farm. 

She was starting to feel like she was the help when you did double the work she would usually do in just a day. 

Ellie was really trying to not get distracted, but every time you stepped near her she would get all flushed and forget what she was doing.

You liked making her blush it was quite the contrast to her appearance.

Brown wide brimmed hat, eyebrow scar, flannel sweaty and dirty from working the farm; she really didn't seem the blushing type. Yet here she was. 

You really did need this job so you pretended not to notice, hiding your satisfaction at the fact that she felt it too. Whatever this tensions was.

You pushed down those same feelings when you made accidental eye contact, but it had a reaction on you, making you pull your own hat a little lower in an attempt to hide your own blush.

You needed to focus, you had already lost your last job too quickly and a harsh winter was making its way. You needed stability for once. 

No matter how much you wanted Ellie, no matter how long it had been since you came across a woman like her. 

Ellie caught you off guard asking suddenly

“Where are you stayin '?" 

“Was planning on riding back into town and staying at the inn” you grumbled.

Ellie knew she shouldn’t, you looked like trouble after all but she offered you the spare room in her house.

What was the point of you spending money on an inn when she had space anyway? 

“There’s an empty room upstairs I can fix up” 

“Are you sure, I really don’t want to impose” 

“No really, the earlier you're here to work the better” Ellie tried to play it off.

The truth is she was lonely in this big house.

She muttered something about dusting the room before heading upstairs.

You gave her an appreciative glance before grabbing what little things you owned and moving them upstairs.

 You hoped you wouldn’t have to stay for too long, not wanting to take advantage of her kindness. 

 The room was cozy with gingham bedding, although it seemed as though it had been shut for ages. 

Ellie seemed to have changed the sheets, and opened the windows. It was strange to meet someone like Ellie who welcome you with such hospitality.

After the bath Ellie had kindly drawn for you. You lay in the room’s bed feeling the night's breeze, trying not to think too hard about Ellie undressing for her own bath across the hall.

Eventually your exhaustion won over, sending you into an early slumber to the sounds of the quiet farm.  

The morning chill pulled you out of bed early. You realized it was still dark but you weren't one for much sleep anyway, deciding you should probably do something nice to return the favor to Ellie. 

Unfamiliar with her kitchen; but determined by the time Ellie padded down the steps you had already managed to make coffee, eggs and warmed some scones you found. 

And what a sight for Ellie indeed, you setting the table like you were made to be in her kitchen, rough edges and all but you fit right in.

Waking up to breakfast ready was not something Ellie was used to. In fact she hadn’t shared breakfast with someone since Joel passed.

The thought made her chest ache just a bit. She hadn’t realized how much she missed this until you two were silently passing the salt back and forth. 

Hand brushing when she handed you the jam for the scones, you pretended once again not to notice the pink spreading across her face and ears and sweeping down her neck. 

The quiet view of the sun rising on the farm, and birds chirping suddenly reminding you it was really just the two you out here.

Ellie decided you would get straight to work harvesting strawberries and other fruits, then tending to the horses. 

The morning was full of brushing past each other and stolen glances, just as the day before. 

It was like a dance, Ellie hadn’t been with anyone in so long that it was impossible to ignore you. 

You found it harder to ignore her. She smelled of strawberry and evergreen, impossible to ignore when she was near. Humming a tune to herself, totally unaware of the effect she was having on you. 

Walking into the shed you realized she wasn’t as clueless as she had led you to believe wanted you when you leaned in behind her, hand brushing her waist when grabbing the shears. Ellie’s breath hitched, it was quiet but not unnoticed. 

You continued on and went back to harvesting the strawberries that were ready for collecting, sweet and red.

Ellie stole another glance, she hadn’t been with a woman in years. She actually didn’t quite remember the last time. 

She was aching. 

But the stakes were higher here if she drove you away she was out of luck; it was already August. She kept telling herself this. 

But how could she not imagine being with you when you were walking around looking like that? 

Like you fit right into her life. 

You were eternally grateful to her for hiring you, you had been drifting for years and you could see the possibilities of a stable life. 

You decided it was only right for you to make dinner, show her you were capable of hospitality as well. 

Ellie, who had survived on fruit and cereal despite having a farm, accepted with no hesitation. 

Just glad to have a real meal again and someone to eat with. 

You placed your hat on the hook in the entrance of the kitchen before getting to work, excited to cook in such a big kitchen with fresh ingredients. 

“What can I help with?” Ellie asked quietly, she was still adjusting to your presence in her home. 

“Sure could you dice the potatoes?” 

Ellie silently began working. Pulling out what you would need to cook before she began har tasks.

Only the sounds of the farm could be heard as you two worked together. 

You leaned over Ellie’s shoulder to get a better look at what she was doing when her breath faltered once again. 

You took that as your sign to lean in to her, no longer caring about your lack of professionalism.

It was Déjà vu when your hand found her waist again, this time you whispered

“Is this okay?”

Ellie nodded quickly as if the opportunity would never arise again.

You began brushing a trail of kisses down her neck, her skin is salty with sweat from working all day. One hand making its way down the sides of her waist. Your free hand found Ellie’s hair tugging her up into a kiss. Gentler than she expected.

You were both breathing heavily, her smell overwhelming your senses. 

You slipped your hand between her jeans and underwear, teasing her mound through the thin fabric. Ellie’s hips began to push into your palm searching for any sort of friction. 

She began panting in your ear, she could hear you biting back sounds yourself. 

She purposely began to push back into your center. Causing you to bite your lip. You still her hips with one hand.

You stop your other hand completely.

Ellie lets out a frustrated sound.

“Please” Ellie huffs out.

“Please what? Tell me what you want”

“Stop teasing”

Ellie grabs your hand and puts it inside her underwear.

“God” You rasp

“What?” She whispered.

“You're so wet, have you been working like this all day?”

Ellie can only moan in response when you begin sliding a finger between her folds, dragging her wetness up to circle her clit slowly.

Sliding a finger in her entrance, she continues bucking her hips into you. 

You take off one side of her flannel and move to kiss down her shoulder. 

Your own clit is aching rubbing against the fabric of your own underwear. Ellie’s desperate movement’s only making things worse. Your own hips involuntarily push back, the friction so good causing a quiet sounds to escape you.

You can feel her need getting more desperate

“Let me- Ellie huffs out frustrated

“Let me touch you” she gets out, so quiet it’s almost inaudible.

“No I can’t, we shouldn’t even be doing this” 

In that moment Ellie forgot about everything important. It had been too long since Ellie had been with anyone. She didn't care about the work that needed to be done.

“Please”

She starts pushing back into you.

“Fuck- okay” You pant out.

Ellie slips out of your grasp turning around mouth back on yours more desperate this time, skin flushed hands trying to unbuckle your belt shamelessly.

“Lets go upstairs” you get out between kisses 

She agrees you follow her up to her room. 

Not getting anytime to take in your surroundings, she pushes you on the bed as she kisses you again this time more desperate.

She begins unfastening your belt again.

“Need help?” you ask unbuckling it with ease.

Ellie doesn’t have time to be embarrassed at her lack of dexterity, she just wants to feel you against her. 

She tugs down your pants and underwear at the same time before parting her legs and slotting into yours. 

Sinking into each other you both moan at the same time when you feel each other's centers make contact, Ellie wastes no time when she begins rocking her hips against you.

Your hands guide her hips against your own making sure she's hitting all the right spots. 

Her moans were sinful. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.

It was so intimate like this, pressed against each other so sensitive. 

Drawing Ellie closer you pulled her down into a lazy kiss, too focused on the pleasure to care. 

Ellie was close, you could feel her hips stuttering. Crying out your name repeatedly.   

“Yeah just like that keep ridin’ me, don’t hold back” you encouraged.

 She was trying to last, she really was but that was it for her.

“Gonna cu-” Ellie cried out, eyes screwed shut hips moving frantically against your own.

With a broken sob she ground her hips one more time bringing you both to the edge.

You felt her body shudder before she collapsed into your arms. 

Dazed, face red and flushed. Eyes shut.

The room smelled of sex, only the sounds of you both panting left. Dinner forgotten.

She shuddered as you traced a finger down her spine, this time it was your turn to draw the bath. 

Ellie x Cowgirl!reader → Part 2

Hope that wasn’t awful, this is so far from perfect and maybe I could have spent more time on it but I wanted to just rip the bandaid off and get my first fic over with.

I knew if I worked on it until it was “perfect” I would never get anything done. There are probably too many commas. I'm uncomfortable with how unfamiliar writing is to me.

Please give me advice. I have no clue what I'm doing, I don't know how to tag things, or add warnings properly, or make layouts I'm sort of just guessing. So tell me what I need to improve on please and how to go about it. Most importantly writing advice (my grammar is surely lacking) !

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Hello I'm super new to this. I have never posted on Tumblr before or written a fictional story. So this will probably be pretty bad, but I am proud of myself for even trying. There is no way I will ever become the writer I want to be if I don't try. I think I will start with fanfics and short stories. I'm really into TLOU right now. Also everything I write will be sapphic, incase that isn't or is your cup of tea. I really hope this turns out! Any advice is welcome!