⟢ an: I accidentally deleted the first post with the request noooo! Still, I really hope this meets your expectations anon <3
⟢ Ellie x reader who has a hard time cumming
⟢ cw: gf!ellie x gf!reader, afab!reader, mentions of cunnilingus (r!receiving), strap action (r!receiving), patient!ellie, aftercare implied, not proofread, men DNI
⟢ wc: 0,7k
Ellie’s hands are holding your hips loosely, face between your legs, yet all you can think about is how long she’s been down there for.
Every time you’ve come even remotely close to cumming, the sensation just dies. It’s been like that for what feels like hours now — and by now, you’re frustrated and embarrassed.
You run your hand through her hair once again, not daring to look into her eyes. “Ellie… c’mon, this isn’t—“ you try to explain, causing Ellie to reluctantly pull away.
“What’s wrong? Did I…?” She asks, tentatively. She moves up to look at you properly, hand running up and down your thigh. “No— no, you didn’t do anything, I just… I dunno.” You correct her, running a hand down your face, skin burning with frustration.
Ellie sighs quietly, hand coming up to cup your face. “Y’know I don’t care how much time you need. I could spend the rest of my life between your legs, baby.” Ellie jokes, earning a glance of half-annoyance half-amusement from you. Still, you lean into her hand, her words easing that embarrassment in your chest a little.
“How about” Ellie starts, dragging her words, “you put on some music and get comfortable again while I get the strap?”
The idea does sound nice, despite the thousands of thoughts running through your head all at once. You nod once before Ellie presses a kiss to your forehead, leaving you alone in bed.
You take the time to put on some music, just like Ellie suggested. You shut your eyes, trying to get back in the mood, feeling like you’re about to go insane with how worked up you are right now.
Ellie enters the room again about a minute later, the view of her with the strap around her hips sending a wave of heat straight through you.
“Good song choice.” She whispers as she crawls on top of you again, lips capturing yours the moment they can. Your arms sling around her neck, hands dragging over her back.
You wrap your legs around her hips, one of her hands reaching down to align the toy with your entrance. She glances at you again, “ready?” She whispers, you nod again.
She slowly starts to push in, your head falling back against the pillows. Her lips drag over your back, not really kissing but rather just resting there, her breath hot against your skin. “Fuck— you alright, baby?” She mumbles as she bottoms out, your moan being the only answer she needs.
She gives you a few seconds to get used to the stretch before slowly starting to move her hips. You hum against her shoulder, holding onto her for dear life.
As already expected, by the time you’re starting to feel the most minimal amount of pleasure, Ellie is panting, her skin sweaty. “Tell me what you need, baby…” she rasps, trying to keep her rhythm. You feel the pressure in the lower stomach slowly building, “just… don’t stop.” You whisper, trying to catch Ellie’s gaze. Her expression right now is probably the hottest you’ve ever seen on her — half-lidded eyes, puffy lips, eyebrows curled in that desperate kind of way.
“Don’t think,” Ellie breathes against your lips, forehead against yours. “Stop stressing yourself… just feel, baby.”
She kisses you again, deep yet gentle. That alone gets you a whole lot closer. Ellie stays that that perfect pace, feeling you slowly sensing up, trying your hardest to concentrate on the feeling. “You’re doing so good, babe… my pretty girl.” One harder thrust follows, “so, so pretty.” Then another.
Your nails dig into her back, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm finally crashes over you. Ellie only starts slowing her hips down when your relax in her hold again, slowly pulling out before dropping onto her back next to you.
“Holy shit…” she pants out, reaching out to pull you into her arms again. “you’re perfect, y’know that?”
You let out a hum in acknowledgment, all the energy sucked out of your body by now. You can already feel yourself drifting off against her chest before she slowly makes you sit up again.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” She mumbles before quickly picking you up, earning a tired giggle from you. You sling your arms tightly around her neck, letting yourself get carried into the bathroom.
“I love you, baby.” Ellie whispers against the side of your head, holding you tighter against her. “I love you too, Els.”
۶ৎ cw: gf!e x gf!r, afab!r, porn w/o plot, bathtub sex, alcohol consumption, domesticity, gentle!e, just very fluffy in general I guess, fingering r!receiving, grinding, not proofread, Men DNI!
۶ৎ wc: 0.8k
۶ৎ very vaguely inspired by Woman (In Mirror) — La Dispute
Ellie’s back is pressed against the closed door of the bedroom, the air in the small room damp. A glass of wine is resting in her hand, almost empty like your own.
It’s quiet if it weren’t for the almost inaudible Musik from the bedroom. Ellie just watches, one knee pressed against her chest, chin resting atop of it. Your eyes locked with hers from the tub. Wordlessly. Calmly.
“You sure you don’t wanna join?” You murmur, breaking the silence, placing the wine glass back on the slightly damp tile floor. “I’m fine with watching” Ellie replies, her own voice equally as soft, “—for now, at least.”
You hum in acknowledgment, the hot water relaxing your muscles perfectly. You let your eyes fall shut, still, your can feel your girlfriend’s burning gaze on you.
This has become your very own Sunday ritual. A hot bath. A glass of wine, maybe two. Just you two until another week starts again.
You huff a breath, turning your head to the side again. “Please just get in.” You complain, Ellie complies without question. She strips off her clothes before sliding into the water behind you.
Her arms wrap around your stomach, her lips tracing along the side of your neck. “Fuck, I missed you…” Ellie breathes against the shell of your ear, hands mapping out your skin like she’s never done so before. “Mh… missed you too, Els.” You whisper back.
Your hand slides back to hold the back of her neck, her own hand tilting your face to the side, lips capturing yours. She kisses you deep, slow. Her free hand finds your breasts, groping and caressing them until she hears those sweet hums and whines slip from your lips.
Her hand moves down, nose pressed against your jaw, breathing deep yet ragged. One had finds its place between your legs, the other one intertwining with your own. “You’re addictive, baby… holy shit.”
You can’t help but smile through your expression of pleasure. She can’t last more than five minutes without starting to talk sweet nonsense. You love it.
Her fingers trace around your clit, finding a rhythm that makes your hand tighten around hers. Your breathing starts to grow faster, less controlled. You could cum from the overwhelming feeling of domesticity alone.
Your unoccupied hand guides Ellie’s further down, the tips of her fingers dipping slightly past your entrance. She huffs a laugh against your cheek, leaning down a little further to kiss your neck once more. She does as you demand without needing to be told, one finger slowly but steadily sliding in and out. Your back arches up, Ellie’s hand letting go of yours to wrap around your waist again.
She holds you down against her front, shushing you whines. “Doin’ so good for me, baby.” She murmurs against your ear, “think you can take another?”
You nod immediately. Ellie slips in a second digit, giving you a few moments to get used to the stretch before slowly starting to move. “Fuck, Ellie…” your quiet moans start to fill the bathroom, head thrown back against her shoulder.
You can feel Ellie’s hips buck up, chasing her own pleasure. “That’s it, that’s it…” she hums against your cheek, seemingly lost in her own world by now. It’s honestly precious to see how fast a little pleasure makes her lose all grip on reality.
Still, the pace of her fingers never falters, your lower stomach slowly tensing, hands desperately searching for her arms to hold onto.
Ellie is still grinding against you, still babbling incomprehensible nonsense against your skin. Her hand, which was previously holding you down, now is dragging over your body again, desperately trying to feel all of you at once. “Fuck— fuck, I’m so close.” Ellie whines pathetically into your shoulder, a whimper of agreement coming from you in response.
Your nails are digging into her forearms, trying your hardest not to hurt her. She’s explicitly said that she doesn’t care if you did, still, it’s a line you wouldn’t wanna cross tonight.
You grind your hips down, the both of you seemingly gaining the same amount of satisfaction from that small movement alone. Her fingers keep hitting that sweet spot with every grind, and before you can actually register what’s happening, your climax hits.
Tonight, it doesn’t feel like an explosion, not like something snapped and leaves you unbelievably worn out. No. Tonight your orgasm washes over you like a tide of warmth, something that knocks every single worry you’ve every had out of your head.
You sigh, turning your head to the side to glance at her. You feel high in the aftershocks of your climax, a big smile spreading over your lips. Ellie places a few kisses against your lips before wrapping her arms tighter around you.
“I think sundays are officially my favorite day of the week.” Ellie murmurs, smirk spreading over lips, a small giggle escaping your lips.
“Yeah, mine too.”
— ۶ৎ —
An: I believe if I were to write anything but fluffy shit right now I’d inevitably throw myself off a cliff. Anyways, Thank you for reading!!
ᯓ just Abby being the biggest sweetheart & supportive gf to reader with depression
ᯓ cw: depressed!r x gf!a, afab!r, established relationship, loads of fluff, overthinking, gentle/non-sexual intimacy, comfort, not proofread, men DNI
ᯓ wc: 1.3k
Your apartment is pitch dark when you stumble over the threshold, limbs sore and aching from work an your commute home. To make this day even worse, everyone in town apparently decided to take the exact same bus tonight so you had to stand the entire hour back home.
You kick off your shoes, a light flicking on down the hallway. Abby emerges from your bedroom, a somber smile on her lips. “Hey.”
You let your bag fall to the floor, striding over to her. You wrap your arms tightly around her neck, her own slinging tightly around your waist in return. “Though I’d come by… seems like I made the right choice, hm?”
You don’t answer, don’t need to. Abby just holds you for a few moments longer, lifting you slightly off your tiptoes before letting you back down, trying to make you smile.
“C’mon, let’s get you outa these clothes,” Abby starts, playfully lifting you up again. “and right into bed. That sound good?” She murmurs against your cheek, already carrying you over to your bed.
Talking feels like too much right now, so you just nod. Abby sits you down at the edge of the bed, kneeling down between your legs. “We could watch a movie if you’d like. I brought some gummies.” She suggests softly as she starts helping you undress, pressing occasional pecks to the newly revealed skin.
Your fingers thread through her hair, a hum of agreement passing your lips. You couldn’t be more relieved Abby decided to come over. The way she cares for you with such care and love never fails to lift some of the unbearable pressure off your chest. Ever since your early teens you’ve been struggling with depression; after you met Abby in high school you felt like a completely different person — happier, genuinely joyful for the first time in years.
However, over the years that euphoria began to subside, leaving you with the same feelings you’ve been experiencing since the mere age of thirteen. Some days you feel great, free from worries and anxiety, though it doesn’t take long until that unavoidable void swallows you again. It’s an endless cycle.
“There we go. You wanna wear my hoodie?” Abby asks, ripping you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even notice that, by now, all of your clothes are discarded on a pile on the floor. You nod again, hand sliding from her head to her shoulder, trying to give some of the affection back.
Within seconds Abby has you wrapped in the soft fabric of her hoodie. The shirt she was wearing beneath is familiar, it’s washed-out teal color, the small holes at the hem since she has had this shirt for over a decade already.
Abby quickly dresses you in a pair of your pajama shorts before getting into bed, inviting you under the covers. You crawl over, immediately clinging to her again. “Look at you… so pretty.” Your girlfriend murmurs against the top of your head, a smile gracing her lips. “It’s truly unfair how cute you look in my clothes.”
You look up at her, a small smile tucking at your own lips now. She never fails to make you smile.
“There’s that beautiful smile. My pretty girl… I’m so lucky.” Abby whispers, hand cupping your cheek. Her thumb strokes your cheekbone, making your eyes fall shut. You nuzzle into her palm, cheek smushed against it.
You turn your face to kiss her palm, her own lips pressing against your forehead in return. “Movie?” You request in a whisper, and Abby’s hand immediately darts out to the remote. “Sure, baby. Anything you wanna watch?” Abby replies, to which you simply shake your head.
While your girlfriend picks out a movie, you can’t help but tighten your hold on her. It’s insane how she can make you feel so easy, even when everything feels heavy and dark and cold. She is that little light in a dark room, the warmth in a cold winter night. She’s like all your favorite things combined and turned into one being.
She’s always there when you need her, always there to help and assist, to make you feel loved and cherished and so pretty. No matter how often she compliments you, she still makes you feel special, like the first time you met her.
By now, the movie is already running. Your head is resting on Abby’s chest, her hand rubbing your back, tracing shapes over the fabric of the hoodie. You feel your eyelids grow gradually more tired, however, falling asleep now would feel like a waste.
“Abby?” You whisper, not looking at her. She hums, focused on the movie. Your arms tighten around her abdomen, legs slinging more tightly around hers. “I miss you.”
“I’m right here, babe.” Abby states plainly, still focused on the tv screen. You shake your head, changing in position to look at her. “That’s not what I meant.” You murmur, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washing over you.
“What is it you meant, then?” She asks, not paying mind to the conversation, too caught up in the plot of the movie. Sometimes, you wish she could just read your thoughts instead. “I miss feeling you.” You try again, your words finally attracting her full attention.
“You wanna…?” Abby trails off, gaining a quick shaking of your head. It’s not like you don’t miss that form of intimacy, though, you’ve been way too tired for anything of that sort for quite a while now. It makes you feel like a horrible girlfriend most days.
“Just…” you try, giving up on trying to voice out your request. You start to strip off your clothes, gesturing for Abby to the same. Confusion is plastered in her face, however, she complies regardless. Once both of you are completely bare, you lay down in your previous position again.
“Just hold me.” You mumble, arms tightening around her once more. Abby does exactly what you ask for, hand running up and down your now bare back. You can hear how her heartbeat has speed up, and it makes you feel like the biggest asshole. Just because you cannot handle sex at the moment doesn’t mean that Abby doesn’t either. This is probably single most mean thing you could’ve done right now.
“I’m sorry.” You breath, voice thick with a handful of different emotions. The feeling of her bare skin against yours is extremely grounding, but requesting this might be the most selfish act you’ve done in a while.
“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be sorry about.” She murmurs back, her arms tightening around you even more. You curl up on her, hoping and praying for another few days of easy euphoria, wishing for the times Abby didn’t need to hold back and restrain herself.
“I promise, baby. I’m totally fine, alright?” Abby tries her best to reassure, taking your face into her hands again. You let your face rest there for a moment longer, mumbling a barely audible ‘you sure?’.
“Very sure.” She assures with a smile, squishing your cheeks. The act makes you smile a bit again, Abby’s own doubling in size at that. “But I wouldn’t say no to a few kisses either, y’know?”
You move closer, nudging her nose with your own. Her lips grace your own, waiting for you to initiate. You kiss her, how could you not? Your lips melt together, her hands timidly mapping out your back and shoulders.
After a few more seconds, you pull away, smile now bigger than before. You almost forgot how much these small gestures of love can actually lighten the weight on your chest.
“I love you, abs.” You whisper against her lips, placing a peck there.
“I love you more, baby.”
An: some domestic fluff after that last fic I wrote. This was actually so comforting to write. Thank you for reading!
⟢ your wife has been acting off ever since her promotion.
⟢ cw: wife!abby x wife!reader, afab!r, lots of angst, not a lot of comfort, mentions of isolation, yearning, minimal sexual content, fluff (if you can call it that…), anxious attachment, harsh language, not proofread, men DNI
⟢ wc: 1.4k
“I’m home!” The sound of Abby’s voice echos off your apartment’s walls, the heavy thud of her footsteps growing louder as she walks past the kitchen and straight to the sofa. Abby drops her bag next to the coffee table, shrugging off her coat and discarding it on the floor. She’s about to ramble on about her day when her gaze falls on your sleeping form on the soft cushioning of the sofa.
She sighs, running a hand over her face. Just yesterday you were arguing with her about how much time and energy she puts into a job that doesn’t even compensate half of her effort. She promised she’d come home earlier from now on, that she’d make sure you weren’t alone as much anymore. But then again, it’s not exactly easy to stand up for oneself when the main source of income is at risk, is it?
Abby runs her hand over your hair, taking a moment to just simply admire the beauty of your resting, purely content face. She longs for the time when she could just lay and look at you for hours.
She’s about to leave the room, let you rest for a bit longer while she takes a shower, when she hears a rustle and a sleepy hum from behind her. “You’re home?” You murmur, voice strained from your nap.
“Mhm, just got here. Sorry, sweetheart.” Abby replies quietly, striding over to you again. She sits down next to you, gaze averted in shame. “It’s alright…” you say simply, voice soft and just as quiet as hers. Your arms wrap around her neck while her palm lays flat on the small of your back, almost hesitantly.
“I should go… take a shower, I mean.” She whispers against your cheek, gently patting your back before untangling your arms from where they’re wrapped around her neck. She tries to ignore the way your arms try to tighten, how you quietly whine in protest.
“Oh— yeah, alright.” You murmur, letting her slip away from you. It’s been like this ever since she’s gotten that promotion a few weeks ago — she gets home late, takes a shower, then falls asleep within seconds.
“I can make you some dinner, if you’d like?” You ask in a hurry, Abby spinning around in the doorway. She rubs the back of her neck, nodding with a sliver of a smile on her lips. “That’d be nice. Thanks, honey.”
—
Around ten minutes later, you hear Abby approaching again. Her previously heavy footsteps sound more careful now, like she’s afraid she’ll startle you. You feel her arms wrap around your waist, her chest pressing against your back. “You look tired.” She whispers against the side of your neck, placing a handful of kisses there. “Long day, hm?”
You hum in agreement, letting your head rest against her shoulder as you fingers turn the stove off. Her hands start running up your stomach, pushing your shirt up. Her kisses grow open-mouthed, bodies pressed flush together.
God knows how long it’s been since she’s found the time to touch you like this. Most nights, she’s out like a light before you can even turn around to kiss her goodnight.
Though, when you guide her hand under the hem of your pajama shorts, it’s like a switch flips. Abby clears her throat, hands settling back on your hips for a second before dropping to her sides again. “Sorry.” She mumbles under her breath, placing a simple peck on your shoulder before sitting down on her usual place at the table.
You try your absolute hardest to not let the inevitable tears leave your eyes, vision blurry as your fingers wordlessly flick the stove back on. There’s something bitter in your chest, something that grows with every passing day, that spreads throughout your body, up your throat until each and every word that leaves your lips is poisoned by hurt.
You stir the eggs in the pan once more before loading the whole of them on a plate along with some bread and other things that she wouldn’t be able to finish anyway. That doesn’t matter, though — once, just once, you wanted to make her dinner again, watch her eat, talk about her day. Fuck, this is pathetic behavior.
You place the plate in front of her, hand resting on her shoulder before you leave the kitchen. The silence is consuming you whole, and with every unspoken word and every halfhearted response that bitterness grows, until, inevitably, the ring on your finger will be nothing but meaningless silver and the ride home becomes dreadful.
In your bedroom you’re alone again. However, the memories of late nights and early morning together makes it feel less empty. Your cheeks are wet with tears as you climb into bed, crawling over until your head rests on Abby’s pillow.
It smells like her, like her shampoo and her body was mixed with the scent of the laundry detergent. It’s comforting as much as it feels like a kick in the stomach. It feels like she’s gone, like she was never even there to begin with. You pull the covers up to your nose, tears darkening the fabric of Abby’s pillowcase. The door creaks. You don’t dare to look at her.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Abby murmurs from the doorway. You want to yell, to tell her how much of an asshole she’s being right now — but that’s not true. That’d just make you feel worse. So you do nothing, mouth sealed shut.
“I’m just… I’m tired. I swear, tomorrow—“ Abby starts, getting into bed beside you, hand resting on your upper arm. You cut her off abruptly.
“Stop. Stop making promises you can’t keep.” You ramble through tears, body curling into yourself more. Her touch feels like nothing, you have to focus to even notice it. “I don’t care if you don’t want to have sex with me anymore. I don’t want to schedule appointments for you to kiss and touch me like it’s a fucking chore.”
You wipe at your eyes, trying to stop the tears from running down your face. All those weeks you’ve been trying to ignore the frustration and the pain, but it’s impossible to do so now. “Just be honest with me for once, Abby. I know you’re not ‘just tired’ or ‘had a long day’. Stop lying to me.”
Abby is silent, completely still behind you. Her hand is no longer on your arm, but it’s not like you’d expected it to stay there. At this point, you’d be so grateful if she started yelling and screaming at you — at least something to show that she still cares.
You sit up in bed, wiping the last of your tears away with the heels of your hands, more determined now. Your gaze falls on her face, hers is focused anywhere but yours. “I’ve been trying my best to support you, I really have. But there has to be space for me, for my needs. I know you’re working a lot, that you have a lot on your plate — but I don’t want fighting to be the only reason you actually talk to me.”
Abby still isn’t looking at you, and at this rate, you’re starting to give up. This isn’t how you imagined your life. You never wanted to end up like those isolated wives who’s partner doesn’t even look at them anymore. Yet, here you are.
“I don’t think I can do this, Abby.”
“No— don’t say that, honey.” Abby replies hastily, hand reaching out to touch you thigh. “I know I fucked up, alright? I know I’m a massive asshole.” She rambles on about what she’d most likely call a apology.
“I can’t lose you, sweetheart. You’re my everything. I promise I won’t fuck this up again. I promise, baby, please…” before you know it, you’ve got her wrapped in your arms. Her face is pressed against your neck, warm tears wetting the skin there. It should be the other way around, yet, you can’t find it in you to let go.
All you can do is hold her tighter, feel her hands grasp your back, her lips drag over your neck. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how that bitterness in your chest continues to grow — you have her back, just for now, even if it’s just a way to make you stay for now.
At least she’s here. At least she’s holding you.
An: As for lesbian visibility week I was simply forced to write some gut wrenching angst since that’s all us lesbians can have nowadays.
♬ In which you try to calm Ellie’s racing mind after a bad gig.
♬ Cw: rockstar!e, supportive fangirl gf!r, afab!r, established relationship, lots of reassurance for Ellie, mentions of alcoholism/ smoking, car sex, fingering!r, aftercare implied, not proofread, men DNI!
♬ Wc: 1.6k
Dim lights and the smell of sweat, every Saturday, same time. You’re her biggest fan, but the girls throwing flirtatious glances at her on stage would probably say the same about themselves. Only difference, her eyes are on you and you only, fingers sliding over the neck of her guitar, plugging at her strings with the same practiced ease you get to experience every night.
“They’re great, right?” The barkeeper leans over, currently busy rubbing a towel over the side of a beer glass. You glance at the man, face unfamiliar to you. He must be a new employee, considering you're in this exact bar-seat so often your drink is always already sitting on the counter when you come in.
“Yeah,” you answer, never glancing away from your girlfriend on stage, “i don't think i’ll ever grow tired of this.”
Its true. You've seen Ellie perform so many times now, and yet, you still feel hypnotized by her mere presence, by the way she acts so confident the second she steps foot on that stage. All you can do is stare, the butterflies in your stomach never failing to awake.
“You’re here often?” The barkeeper asks, curious undertone in his voice. “You could say that, yeah.” you cant help but smile to yourself, happy you finally have the chance to brag about your girl again.
“The Guitarist is my girlfriend, so..” You tell the man behind the bar, proud as ever. Your eyes are still on Ellie, who seems to also be unable to keep her eyes off her girl. That look of hers, the one she only gives you after a few drinks — You’re so damn close to just drag her off the stage and into the back of her car yourself.
“Damn, that explains the intense staring.” He just mutters, making you huff a laugh. You couldn't care less if the whole pub knew, in fact, you’d love if everyone knew. At least that’d keep all those girls in the front rows off her dick.
You sip away at your drink, in a trance-like state, as you watch your girlfriend perform. Ellies eyes are darting from her own preoccupied hands to the small crowd and you'd be lying if you said the absence of her gaze on you didn't frustrate you. Luckily, the gig is almost over by now.
— ⊹ ♬˚₊‧
You get ripped out of your thoughts by a two arms slinging around your waist, head reflexively snapping to the side before you catch a glimpse of Ellie from the corner of your eye. “About time you're done.” You mutter against the side of her face, her chin resting on your shoulder.
“Mh… someone’s in a great mood again, i see.” Ellie grumbles into the crook of your neck, leaving an apologetic peck there. “Sorry, i’m just tired.” You try to justify your mood, though you know that fatigue isn’t the cause of your grumpy behavior.
“Lets get you home then, princess.” Ellie reasons, you nod. Her arms stay around your waist as she guides you off the bar stool before moving her hand to intertwine with your own. She pulls you behind her and you can feel the callouses on her fingertips on the back on your hand, the feeling so familiar yet still making you feel all fuzzy inside.
Once at the car, you lean against the shut car door. You see her hands feeling over the pockets of her jeans and jacket before falling limply o her sides, a quiet groan escaping her lips. “Always forget i quit.” She grumbles, leaning against the car next to you. “I could really use a smoke right now.”
“That exhausted?” You ask, sympathetic. You move closer to her, suddenly feeling bad for your attitude. Your head now rests against her shoulder, hands toying with hers as you try to get her mind off whatever it is thats plaguing it.
“Mhm, i really bummed tonight. Missed my part, like, three times and had to improvise.” She admitted in a sigh, eyes falling shut while she concentrates on your fingers playing with hers. “I didn’t notice, i’m sure one one else did either.” You try to reassure, yet, Ellie is fast to counter.
“Maybe, but the others were real fucking annoyed. I mean, i get it, i dragged the whole band down tonight.” Ellie mumbled, only letting out a hum of Acknowledgement when you place a few kisses along the side of her neck, attempting to lighten her mood.
“Its normal to bum sometimes, alright? You’re just out of it tonight — so no self-blame, yeah?” You reassure, knuckles brushing over her cheek before your fingertips comb through her shaggy hair. “C’mon, let me take your mind off this…”
Ellie looks confused for a mere second, then a small smile spreads across her lips. She lets you guide her onto the backseat, your hands on her shoulders as you settle on her lap.
Sure, you actually want to ease her thoughts for a while, but it’d be a lie to say you weren’t still turned on from her staring back in the bar.
“I think you played very good, by the way.” You murmur, Ellie’s hands already sliding over your back, down to your hips, over your ass. It almost makes you discard your plan to heighten her cracked self-esteem.
“Those girls in front of the stage thought so too. I could see them basically salivating from way across the room.” You complain, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. You notice the small smile spreading over her lips before she forces it away.
“Yeah yeah. I know what you’re doing, smartass.” She laughs quietly, gently guiding your head back.
Her hands find your waist again, dragging up to your chest. She lingers there for a minute or two, just appreciating. Her gaze is all over you, yours is on her face. She looks so damn pretty like this; cheeks rosy, eyes wide and dark, hair a little messy.
“Fuck, I’m so lucky.” Ellie whispers under her breath, working your top over your head before discarding it somewhere in the car. She’s still staring — not like you’d care, though.
Her palm slides up to the back of your neck, cautiously guiding your head forward, capturing your lips. A hum of relive escapes you, your arms tightening around her neck.
In a matter of minutes, the car windows have turned foggy, clothes abandoned, hands and mouths everywhere.
“We should really head home.” Ellie breathes against your cheek, your hips gently rutting against her own.
“I don’t mind the car… just need you right now.” You murmur against the shell of her ear, her hand slowly but steadily moving down into your panties. Your forehead falls against her shoulder at the contact.
Her fingers trace a few lazy circles around your clit before she slowly pushing one of her digits past your entrance. You attempt to stifle a moan, pressing your face further into her shoulder. Your hips roll into her hand, breath growing raged.
“You ready for a second?” Ellie asks quietly, hand brushing a few stray strands of your hair away from your face. You nod, eyes falling shut again. She kisses your shoulder, then the skin right over your pulse point, making sure you’re comfortable while she adds another digit.
“Ah, fuck—“ you whine, nails digging into her shoulders, leaving Red, crescent-shaped imprints behind. Ellie lets out a shaky breath, unable to hold back what’s on the tip of her tongue.
“So damn tight, baby… holy shit.” She breathes, hot breath fanning against your neck. Ellie’s free hand moves to the small of your back, then to your hip, helping you find a comfortable rhythm. “That’s it, princess. Nice and steady.”
Your pace falters when her finger tips brush that sweet spot deep inside you and you bury your face deeper in her neck. “You good, baby?” Ellie rasps against your shoulder, hands gently running over your back.
“Yeah, just… keep going.” You whisper, breath growing raged as Ellie keeps up her steady pace.
By now, the car is filled with warm air and quiet noises, Ellie’s lips all over your chest and neck. You feel yourself getting closer by the second, with every thrust of your girlfriend’s fingers.
“Shit, Ellie—“ you cry into her neck, body tensing up as you finish all over her fingers, Ellie’s free hand moves into your hair, running her fingers through it.
“You’re good, yeah… you did so good, babe.” Ellie whispers against your cheek, arm slung tightly around you while you come down from your high.
“Holy…” you breath, laughing softly. “I can’t remember the last time we had sex in your car.”
Ellie huffs a laugh as well, wiping away the dampened hair on your forehead. “Must’ve been, like, prom night or something.” She guesses, gaining another laugh from you.
“Can we just sit here for a little longer?” You asks quietly, forehead dropping against Ellie’s. “We’re in no hurry, babe.” She mutters back, hands rubbing up and down your back.
You two stay like that for a few more minutes, the situation feeling oddly intimate considering that you two are still in a parking lot. Ellie is still covering your face with kisses when you hear the familiar sound of her voice again; “babe?”
“Hm?”
“Can we get Taco Bell?”
You keep a straight face, or at least you try to. Despite your efforts, a small affectionate smile still appears on your lips. You place a kiss onto her lips before pulling away to look at her.
“Sure.”
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An: been feeling motivated to write since I don’t rlly have anything else to do lol. Thank y’all so much for reading! <3
── .✦ in which, due to a number of coincidences, you and Ellie have to find a solution to being stuck in the cold wind of a autumn night.
── .✦ Cw: tlou!universe, afab!r, mentions of injuries/ blood, fluff, sharing body-heat!trope, smut with plot, fingering!r, dry humping!e, kind of loser!e, sub!top!e, aftercare, not proofread, Men DNI
── .✦ Wc: 2.6k
A loud noise, then a sharp pain in your palms — thats all you’re able to make out before your head hits the ground. your head buzzes as you try to come back to your senses, hand rubbing over the back of your head to smother the ache. you gaze at your palm with squinting eyes, the skin there bloody and scraped up, before shifting to the blurry figure on the ground in front of you.
suddenly, your vision clears, the ache of your limbs is pushed aside as you scramble over to Ellie, turning her slumped body onto it’s back only to find a gashing cut on her lower thigh. there’s a moderate amount of blood coming from the side of her head, most likely due to the impact of the fall.
only minutes before, Ellie had saved your life for a second time that day. you’d be pissed at her playing hero again if you weren’t so worried about the unconscious girl below you. While patrolling, you two ran into a horde of infected. you knew it would be senseless to try and take down all of them, but before you had time to turn around, one of the runners noticed you and Ellie. thats how you ended up being chased through the woods, and unfortunately, straight to a cliff — the options were clear; jump or get ripped to shreds. Ellie took the initiative before you had time to think it through, pulling you with her as she jumped.
you look around hastily, luckily spotting no infected. it seems even they were smart enough not to jump into their death. your hands find Ellie's shoulders, then her face, smaking her cheek a couple times before she finally blinks open her eyes.
“Fuck… my head—“ Ellie rasps, hand coming up to the side of her head before inspecting her own bloody palm, another curse escaping from her lips. “We gotta go, i have no fucking idea where we are.” you mutter, trying to help Ellie up. She complies, despite the wound on her thigh making it painful to even stand. You assist her, the ache in your own limbs long forgotten as you try to find some kind of clue about where you might be going. to only make the situation worse, the sun is almost completely set by now, the orange light disappearing behind tree branches and bushes.
“we gotta find some place to stay tonight,” Ellie starts after a few moments of silence, “i still feel real dizzy.”
You sigh, already making peace with the idea of spending the night in some fucked-up shed in the middle of nowhere, “Yeah, lets keep an eye out…” You'd be lying if you said your eyes weren’t equally as droopy, your body not equally as sore. even if Ellie wasn't injured, the chances would be high that you'd just collapse from fatigue at some point of the journey.
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It takes about half an hour for you to spot an available place to spend the night. as expected, nothing fancy. its a little bigger than a shed, maybe a small barn, definitely worth a look.
you guide Ellie through the trees, making her lean against the wooden wall of the barn as you check out the inside. lucky for you, it looks empty, just a few hay-balls, empty cans, rusty oil lamps tripped over on the floor. it seems the previous occupants had to leave in a hurry, considering they left all their stuff there.
“C’mon, all clear.” You tell Ellie, a small, tired smile grazing your lips as you help her in. You set her down on one of the hay-balls, kneeling in front of her as you inspect the cut on her thigh.
“How’d this even happen?” You ask as you search your backpack for gauze. “I think I fell on some branch or something… maybe a sharp stone, I dunno.”
You nod, a hum slipping from your lips as you carefully wrap the bandages around her thigh, gaining a quiet inhale through teeth from Ellie.
As soon as you’re done seeing to her thigh, you rummage for a cloth in your pack, using it to gently wipe away the blood from Ellie’s forehead. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a tiny, dorky smile on her lips.
“Didn’t take ya for the nursing kind of girl.” She murmurs, gaining a snort from you, unsure if you wanna slap or kiss that smile off her face. God, what are you even thinking?
“Shut it or you’ll need more nursing.” You grumble, trying to sound annoyed but the smile that makes its way onto your lips is enough to give you away.
Ellie’s smile immediately grows upon seeing yours, “there she is. Knew you’re affected by my charm.” She says with that sweet, sweet confidence that annoys you equally as much as it amuses you.
“Ellie, I’m serious — shut your mouth.” You counter in a laugh, your hand taking place over her mouth. She rolls her eyes at you, however, seems to be in no hurry to try and fight your hand over her mouth.
The dim light of one of the oil lamps you found illuminates the small barn in a warm light, the dancing flame behind the glass making the place feel warmer despite the chilly temperatures.
You move next to Ellie on the hay-ball, laying down on your back. She does the same, face turned to face you.
“What’s that look about?” You ask, your voice merely a murmur in the quietness of the barn. Ellie had a habit of staring at you sometimes, but something about her eyes was different somehow. Ellie just huffs a breath, now focusing on the ceiling instead of you.
“What? Am I not even allowed to look at you anymore?” She grumbles, though her voice still sounds relatively soft. Obviously she’s exaggerating again, that girl can never be serious.
“I’m just saying. You seem odd.” You murmur back, your body seemingly unwilling to obey your mind as it turns onto it’s side to face Ellie. “How’s your head?”
“It’s fine, just hurts like a bitch.” She complains, hand instinctively coming up to to the side of her scull. You move over tentatively, carefully guiding her face to the side with your hand, checking on the wound at her temple again. It definitely looks like it hurts like hell.
“Let’s hope you don’t have a concussion or something…” you sigh, the words so quiet it seems like they’re only meant for yourself to hear. Your thumb tenderly brushes back the bloodied hair at her hairline, inspecting the recently seen-to injury.
The barn goes silent in an instant, the only sound coming from your mixed breathing and the the sound of wind blowing against the wooden walls of the barn. Your eyes lock with hers, your heartbeat speeding up against your own will.
“Damn, it’s cold as hell in here.” Ellie breaks the silence, and the intense eye contact, turning her face away just an inch to glance at the barricaded barn door. You clear your throat, sitting back down next to her. Heat is creeping up the back of your neck, your eyes now lingering on your crossed arms.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird.” You apologize, a uneasy laugh slipping from your lips. Fuck, this is awkward.
“You didn’t… I just—“ Ellie starts, her words barely a sigh when you cut her off; “it’s fine, you don’t have to justify yourself.”
“Huh? I wasn’t—“ Ellie starts, audibly confused and a little pissed. You cut her off again. “It’s okay, Ellie. Really.”
With a huff of annoyance, Ellie grabs your shoulder, turning you to face her again. “Can you, like, not talk for a moment?” She asks, both annoyed and amused by your tendency to not let her finish her sentences. You nod, mouthing a ‘sorry’.
“You didn’t make anything weird, alright?” Ellie assures, a small smile grazing her lips in hopes of lightening your mood. “To be honest, I like you nursing me. Feels good to know you care.”
You are so damn close to just throw yourself in her arms at that, but you stay put, of course. Still, her confession involuntarily made you feel all fuzzy inside.
“What makes you think i wouldn’t?” You reply, voice quiet, softer than before. You prop yourself up on your side, head in your hand.
“Dunno… maybe cause you’re so cool and I’m not?” Ellie answers with a dorky smile, causing you to snort a laugh. “Yeah, right.” You joke back.
It goes silent after that, though this time the silence feels less awkward. You can still feel Ellie’s gaze on you, making a wave of heat spread across your cold skin. Who would’ve thought it’d be this cold in early autumn? A shiver runs down your spine, hands sneaking between your closed thighs to warm your icy fingers.
“Just get over here, geez… do I smell that bad?” Ellie grumbles, making you laugh. She’s so goofy, you love it. Before you know it, you’re already a mere inch away from her, settling there. “Like a hot pile of garbage.” You joke, looking at her face just to see her roll her eyes.
“Very funny.” Ellie states with a straight face, cautiously turning onto her side. She winces at the motion, probably because of the wound on her thigh. “You think you’re so original, don’t ya?” She adds, the tone of her voice making you feel hotter than it should.
“And you don’t? Damn, what a bummer.” You tease back, biting your bottom lip to keep a smile concealed — not successfully, though.
She’s suddenly so damn close, her breath fanning over your lips, mingling with your own. Her eyes keep darting to your lips and you’re unsure weather you want her to pull you in or push you away. You mind feels blank, all you can think about are her lips, her hand and how it’s creeping from your hip up to your waist, fingertips dipping under your sweater.
Your breath hitches, your eyes flicking down to her hand under your clothes, then up to her own again. “Is this okay?” Ellie breathes against your lips, earning a small nod from you. You feel unable to speak, to look anywhere but into Ellie’s eyes. You could drown in those eyes, would be happy to die that way, right now, right here.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.” She whispers, forehead pressed against yours while the icy tips of her fingers drag over your own heated skin. Your breathing speeds up, hand finding her shoulders before sliding up to the back of her neck.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, yeah?” Ellie murmurs against your neck, her nose nudging the skin there, waiting for you to respond first.
“Yeah…” you breath, angling your head back. She’s so gentle, so respectful — it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. Her kisses start tentatively, like she’s scared you’re gonna break. Your fingers threat through her hair, undoing the bun at the back of her head, massaging her scalp.
Her hands keep roaming, tender but desperate, sliding over your body like she’s trying to map it out. Your body arches up into her hands, making her utter a curse against your neck. One of her hands skips down, hastily trying to unbuckle your pants. It feels like a switch has flipped, from gentleness to pure desperation.
Your hand tightens in her hair, the other in the fabric of her hoodie. You throw your head back when her hand slides into your pants. Her forehead rests against your collarbones, babbling sweet nonsense against your chest. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
Her fingers rub circles around your clit while her free hand works open your bra. Greedily, she pushes up your sweater, eyes fixated on your breasts the moment they can.
“Fuck, Ellie— it’s cold…” you murmur, unable to suppress a quiet laugh. She’s buries her face in your bare chest, lips working red splotches against your breasts before letting her tongue swirl around your nipple. “Just a moment… just gimme a few minutes, yeah?”
She almost begs, the hand between your legs retreating to massage your breasts. A noise of dissatisfaction slips from your lips at the absence of her touch on your cunt, however, you can’t complain when her touch on your chest feels so good.
You decide to let her have some fun, letting a few minutes pass while simply enjoying the feeling of her rough hands on your skin. Your gaze starts drifting down when you feel the vibrations of her groans and hums against your skin, finding Ellie humping almost desperately against the hay-ball.
You take back why you said earlier, this is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Ellie…” you whisper, guiding her up by her chin despite her whine of protest. “Kiss me, please.” And she does, the feel and taste of her lips knocking the air out of your lungs. Your hands pull at her hoodie, wanting nothing more than to feel her against your hands.
Despite the cold biting at her skin, Ellie pulls off her hoodie, as though you have absolute say over what she does. Your nails drag down her back, causing her to full on moan into your mouth. Her hands are already busy again, grabbing onto your waist as well as your ass while her hips grind into your own.
Your quiet moans and hums mix with Ellie’s, the friction between your bodies increasing by the second. Your hips roll up into hers with every grind, her lips pressing against your cheekbones, your jaw.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty… never seen someone so damn pretty.” Ellie whispers against your cheek, hot breath dancing over your skin. “Wish I could do this every night. Makin’ me feel so good, baby—“
At this point, you’re nothing but brainless. Even the slightest friction of Ellie’s hips rolling into yours makes you feel like you’re already on the very verge of cuming. “Don’t stop… don’t stop,” you whisper against the shell of her ear, nails digging into her back, leaving behind red marks.
It only takes about three more rolls of Ellie’s hips and her darkened eyes meeting yours in the dim light for you to reach your climax, head thrown back, back arched into her touch.
“Goddamn, you’re so beautiful…” Ellie whispers, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it. She moves down your body, face contorted with pain as she moves her injured leg. She buckles your pants again, placing a few of the sweetest kisses along your stomach. She helps you clasp your bra shut again, making sure to leave a few lingering kisses on your upper chest before pulling your sweater back down until it covers your stomach.
“You okay? Need some water?” She murmurs as she lays down next to you again. You say nothing, just rolling over to bury your face in her chest. Your arms stay tightly wrapped around her, like you’re afraid she’ll disappear. “That’s fine too… I can just hold you, yeah.”
Ellie mutters, her words almost seeming nervous. You prop yourself up on your forearms, face to face with Ellie. Her hair is a mess, but then again, yours is probably too. “Y’know… we could watch a movie together at your place some time, if you’d be okay with that.”
You suggest, gaze averted to Ellie’s chest where your fingers absently trace shapes. “So, a date?” Ellie asks, suddenly grinning like she just won’t the lottery. “You wish.” You counter, laying back down on her chest, a moment of silence passing.
“Yeah, a date.”
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An: its been so long since I’ve felt motivated (and had enough free time) to write. Also first time writing smut so kinda nervous… I really hope this isn’t cringy or whatever. Fingers crossed I guess. Anyways, thanks so much for reading! <3
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