The reason I love the Red Hood being a crime lord instead of a vigilante is that Crime Alley, functionally, doesn't have the same problems as the rest of Gotham. Their main problem isn't the mad Rogues running around, it's the cycle of poverty, violence, and crime that they're all stuck in. And you know what one of the main ways to combat this is? Community. Organizing. Working together.
Except Crime Alley can't just choose to do that. Who would choose to join such a risky proposition instead of a gang that you know can help protect your family? So the Red Hood comes in and he looks like he's just creating another gang, the same as all the others.
Except he's serious about not selling drugs to kids or people in danger of overdosing. Except he protects the working girls fiercely, even if it loses him money. Except all the money he does make goes straight into the community if it's not making sure his employees are alright.
Working within the system is often a necessary measure to fix the system. Except the system in the case of Crime Alley isn't the government that abandoned them, it's the volatile, terrible gang set up. So Red Hood didn't just work within the system, he took it over and made it work for him instead.
Is this perfect? No. The other bats have valid disagreements with Jason's way of doing things. But he is doing so much good.
I'll also say that Bruce has to be written completely OOC for this whole 'giving Damian his 'space' to explain why he didn't notice damian's obvious mental breakdown leading into an OOC villain arc' thing.
Like. One of Bruce's previous sources of conflict with Damian was being too controlling (Damian feels as if he's expected to be a mini-Bruce) and protective (when Damian lets himself be a hostage to Saturn club to rescue civilians, Bruce says 'maybe this (batman and robin) isn't going to work out' - and this is common to other kids too! Dick gets seriously injured in Robin Year One and Bruce benches him out of worry, Dick gets shot in the post COIE comics to explain why he's fired from Robin).
Like I'm not saying Bruce has to be a perfect dad, but realistically his issue is not going to be negligence to the first degree, it's going to be micromanaging and high expectations and freaking out if people get hurt.
general tags: college! au, established relationship, fluff, suggestive
content warnings: period cramps, reader is a baby, ellie is patient, kissing, allusions to sex, brief mention of dealer!ellie + not proofread and also not my best work bc i was in pain !
note: this is super self-indulgent bc i am, unfortunately, on my monthly, and so, i am making it everyone’s problem >.<
ellie’s annoyed. actually, she’s concerned—maybe, slightly, kind of more than that too, but right now, she’s annoyed. this wasn’t like you—not answering messages, not answering calls.
she’d understand it if you were busy, especially since finals season was steadily approaching as the days passed, but she knew you didn’t have any plans today. that much was confirmed the last time she’d spoken to you, which was, if she could recall (she could recall it perfectly), last night at 8:00 p.m.
future wife 👰♀️: gn baby, see you tomorrow for breakfast! get some sleep ok? <33
ellie: alr goodnight baby. i’ll come get you at 9 ok? don’t oversleep this time, wanna get some french toast before all the athletes take it :/
future wife 👰♀️: never gonna let me live it down, huh?
ellie: never!
future wife 👰♀️: god alr, i won’t oversleep!!! promise :3 now gn fr this time!!! gts!!!
ellie: ok bossy i’m going to sleep 🫡 love you
that was the last message she’d sent to you that night. this morning, however, she made an effort to send you a slew of follow-up texts before making her way over to your dorm:
ellie: good morning sexy, you up?
ellie: it’s french toast time ☝🏻
ellie: don’t tell me you’re sleeping…
there was five minutes sent in-between each message, and yet, still no response. that’s when she got the bright idea to call.
“alright, this should wake her up,” she raised the phone to her ear, pacing around her apartment while waiting for the line to go through. to her dismay, it rung a few times before going straight to voicemail—to which she almost got excited over because you’ve got one of those annoying ass voicemails that sound like someone picked up the line.
“hey […], this is (name). sorry you can’t reach me right now, but leave a message and i’ll get back to you as soon as i c—”
“fucking hell.” ellie pinches the knot between her brows and sighs, ending the call before voicemail you can finish your sentence. again, she calls, thinking this time you’ll answer, but to no avail. it goes right to voicemail.
“the fuck…” she doesn’t even bother leaving a message. beelines right to her closet and grabs her sneaks, a hoodie, and her wallet, then heads out of her apartment building and begins the trek to your dormitory.
when she gets there, she buzzes in with her student keycard, and pads right up to the security desk. just as she’s about to open her mouth, one of the guards sitting interrupts her.
“can i see your proof of residence, please?” he says blankly, raising a fig bar up to his mouth.
“randy, really? you know me, i’m here almost every other day—just without my girlfriend—who i’m actually here to see,” she raises a finger, forearms leaning forward over the desk. randy feigns indifference, and opts to stuff the last of his bar in his mouth.
“you’re not a resident here, ellie. sorry, but you know the rules.”
“how about you shove the rules up your a—actually, that’s alright. my buddy right here will sign me in as a guest.” she grins devilishly at the dark haired man across the lobby, blinking once, twice, before flashing him a smile.
“jesse! my life saver, my best-friend, my messiah, my—“
“what do you want, ellie?” he rolls his eyes, pulling out his student keycard to flash randy. ellie purses her lips as if she’s been found out, then pulls jesse aside by the cloth of his jacket. she leans in real close so that what she says is out of earshot.
“sign me in as a guest and i’ll give you free weed during your next visit,” she bargains, wiggling her brows like she knows the offer is too good to pass up. jesse doesn’t answer her right away. instead, opts to tease her. puts his index finger on his chin, and opens his stance as if he’s really mulling it over. ellie’s not impressed.
a beat, then, he shrugs, mumbling a quick ‘better keep your word williams’.
ellie grins, something real big and cheshire-like, because she knows him. who’d be stupid enough to pass up free weed? exactly, no one. especially not a stressed college student, that’s for sure.
“thanks man, you’re really doing me a solid, you know,” she pats his back, to which he mutters a knowing ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’. she watches intently as he signs her in under his name, then makes a face at randy when she hands over her student keycard for him to keep.
“see ya later rand’!” the auburn haired girl says with the flick of a hand, turning the corner of the desk to get to the elevators.
“yeah, whatever.”
. . .
once the elevator comes to a halt on your floor, ellie gives jesse a final thank you before departing. as she walks down the winding hallway, she can’t help but to think the worst. what if you were unconscious? what if you’d been axe-murdered? what if you’d been kidnapped? all very unlikely, she knows, but not impossible.
when her mind sifts through a few more frightening scenarios, she realizes she’s already made it to your door. should she knock? she feels like she should knock, but then she figures if all her previous attempts to wake you up were unsuccessful, then who’s to say a few measly knocks would do the trick?
she decides against it. instead, she unhooks her carabiner from her jeans and fiddles around with her set of keys until she finds the spare you’d given her. until now, she’d never used it. the day you’d given it to her, you’d told her it was strictly for ‘emergencies’, and what better time to use it than now? this was surely an emergency, right?
the door unlocks and she immediately goes to twist the knob, pushes the door open and then shuts it closed behind her.
“babe, you here?” she calls out, walking through the kitchen, “you alive?” turns down the hall, “you in one piece?”
a beat. silence—save for the heavy padding of her boots as she makes her way towards your bedroom. the door is cracked open, just by a sliver, but she can see—or at least somewhat make out—the beginnings of a sleeping silhouette.
she pushes the door open and ambles to your bedside. you were fast asleep. curled up into a tight little ball with the duvet pulled up to your chin, and a mean little pout on your lips. it was adorable, and it made ellie’s heart twang with relief. at least now that she was able to verify your safety, she could forget all those terrible thoughts that she was getting herself all worked up over.
“hey, sweet girl,” she cooed, brushing the pad of her thumb over your cheek. your brows cinched in response, but you didn’t move. not even an inch. “baby,” ellie drawled in a sing-song voice.
she let her hand fall from your cheek to your back, and she rubbed it in slow, steady circles in an attempt to rouse you. after a while of this—a combination of her rubbing and cooing—you started to react.
“mmm,” you groaned, curling your knees up higher, “it hurts.”
“what hurts? what’s wrong?” opening your eyes, you were able to pair the voice of concern with a familiar face.
“ellie? what are you doing here?”
she lets a small chuckle escape her lips, then raises a hand to rest atop your head.
“what am i doing here? what are you doing here? had me worried sick about you,” she smooths a hand over your head, “missed our breakfast date.”
sighing, you slap a clammy hand over your head, then reach over ellie to grab your phone from the nightstand.
ten messages. three missed calls.
“god, i’m sorry, bellie. took some midol and melatonin last night so that i could beat these cramps, but i guess they worked a little too good, huh?”
“yeah, you nut.” she takes a glance at your nightstand and picks up the bottle of pills, shakes them around before settling them back down. “how many did you take?”
“just two…maybe three?” ellie’s eyes widen in disbelief.
“three? babe, these are 500 mg. why would you do that? the bottle says take two every six hours, and here you are taking more than the recommended amount, on top of taking melatonin,” she chides, though, it’s more out of genuine concern than it is her actually being upset.
you laugh at your own expense, but it’s short-lived because a second later, you’re clutching for your belly and writhing in pain.
ellie sighs, kicks her boots off and fully climbs up onto the bed and under the covers. once she settles into a comfortable position, she pulls you into her side.
“i know, baby, let me take care of you,” she strokes your back soothingly, “but next time, please don’t take that much. were you planning on sleeping forever?”
“maybe.” you jest, snuggling further into her warmth. admittedly, mixing both of those drugs was kind of stupid—maybe really stupid, but in your defense, you were in pain!—and really desperate. when you have cramps this bad, sometimes death sounds like mercy.
“oh, yeah?” the laugh she lets out is a deep rumble, and you can feel the vibrations of it as you lay on her chest. it’s soothing. a remedy that you should’ve utilized sooner, and you would’ve, had you been in the right headspace.
“mhm…” you purr, looking up at her, at her lips. ellie scans your face for pain, then dips down and pilfers a kiss from your lips. it’s slow, and sweet, and ends far too soon for your liking. before she can pull away, you tug her by the collar of her shirt. look up at her with pleading eyes, and fist it tighter between your knuckles.
“more,” you drawl, pulling her back down to meet your lips. she indulges you, because of course she does, and pushes you onto your back.
“thought,” a kiss, “your,” another, “cramps were bothering you?” she queries, breathless as she holds herself up above your sprawled out body. she thumbs with the hem of your shirt, waits expectantly for you to answer.
“they are,” you say, “so why don’t you make ‘em go away?”
and what kind of girlfriend would she be if did otherwise?
Summary: After the fight with Abby in Santa Barbra, Ellie finds herself seriously injured and in need of medical attention. Reader finds Ellie in a pharmacy passed out, she heals her and gives her a place to stay at her farm.
Warnings: canon divergence, dina and Ellie weren’t together, angst(?), Ellie is depressed, thoughts of death, thoughts of suicide, discussions of death, slight gore, descriptions of Ellie’s wounds, hurt/comfort, kissing, fluff, kind of slow burn, smut, top/dom Ellie, bottom/sub Reader, slight thigh riding (reader receiving), 1 breast slap (?), strap-on (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, cunt slap(?), light spanking, light choking, name calling(?), slight overstimulation.
With each step she took she could feel her ribs and stomach ache, slowly leaking more blood, that was surly leaving a trail behind her, signaling her path for anyone to follow. Grass tickled her ankles, and trees brushed her arms, chafing them raw, as she made her way through the forest, wondering aimlessly with no destination in mind.
Far off into the distance she could see a break in the dense forest, a small field shining through the gaps. Ellie quickened her speed, slightly stumbling from the blood-loss she knew would catch up with her soon. Bringing her left hand up to clutch her wound, she let out a loud “Fuck” when she remembered her missing fingers, now throbbing in pain from the movement.
The closer she got to the field the more paranoid she became, her breath coming out in shallow pants as she looked left and right for signs of another person. Ellie knew she needed medical attention desperately, but she also was aware of the fact that she would not win a fight -should it come to that- in her condition.
Unwilling to leave herself defenseless, Ellie pulled out her pistol and held it close to herself as she walked into the open field. The sun was beaming down, heat radiating from it, causing an uncomfortable boil beneath her skin, a stark contrast from the darkened coolness of forest. Ahead of her and down a steep hill, she spotted a small town that appeared to be completely empty of life. Glancing left and right, she brought her injured hand to clutch her stomach, cursing through the pain, before taking off on a light jog.
“You can do this Ellie, only a little bit further then you can sit down.” She mumbled over and over to herself.
As she reached the edge of the field, she starred down the steep hill and considered finding a different way down. The slope looked dangerous, and in her weakened condition she wondered if she could even make it down without falling. Sharp rocks littered the ground, along with pricker bushes, only leaving a narrow path for her to walk. The last thing she needed was another injury that would require nursing. But knowing this was the only way, Ellie began carefully trudging down, avoiding dangers along the way, and doing her best to focus on the task at hand instead of letting her mind wander.
Halfway down the hill, she got hit with a sudden wave of nausea, caused by her dehydration and the amount of saltwater she had ingested during her fight with Abby, the suns harsh rays multiplying its intensity. The fight that she gave up everything for, only to end up the loser, she reminded herself bitterly. Doing her best, she pushed away her anger and sadness before continuing down, willing herself not to throw up the meager contents of her stomach.
Bringing her bloody hand away from her waist, she brought it up to clutch her head, black beginning to corner her vision, making her sway on her swollen feet. Slowly squinting to clear her blurred vision, Ellie looked around and realized she had made it to the end of the hill, a pharmacy landing at the end of the street before her.
“Thank fuck! You got this, only a few more steps.” She cheered, a new motivation washing over her.
Slowly she made her way from the grass and onto the broken concrete, listening carefully for signs of life. Her feet hurt, blisters had formed long ago, busting open, then reforming from the moisture of her blood. But that pain was dull compared to the agony of her side, it left her breathless, unable to think at times, brain in a constant fog. A part of her was glad for that fog, it made it easy to forget about the torment of the past, forget about the life she left behind and the people she hurt. But most of all, forget about Joel, that was the only good thing to come out of it, but she know the only reason for that was because her head was too busy trying to stay alive.
Ellie realized how lost in her thoughts she had become once she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. Crouching down she held her throbbing toe, whilst clutching her gun tighter in her fist, and listened to the sound of rushing wind, finally standing when she heard only herself. She missed the comfort of Jackson, never having to worry about dying from dehydration or starvation. But now that she was on her own, it was always at the forefront of her broken mind.
She could clearly see the pharmacy now, noticing how not a single window was broken, the only damage caused by years of decay. Vines withered away at the exterior, leaving only small amounts of brick to peak through the gaps, but the glass was unharmed, only dusted with dirt. Ellie was hopeful that it was still stalked with supplies, at least enough to stitch her stomach and fingers closed. Pushing forward, she carefully looked around, glancing through shops windows to check for infected, sighing out of relief once she found none.
After what felt like years Ellie finally made it to the store, its darkened interior sending a wave of panic through her. Slowly reaching for the doors, Ellie was shocked to find them unlocked, the bell chiming at the movement. She froze, hand stuck grasping at the handle as she waited for the inevitable sound of clicking, but it never came. Her her heart was left racing, and her stomach felt like it was lodged in her throat.
Limping inside, she glanced around, finding isles of unopened supplies, ranging from food to medication. Her jaw fell open a quiet “Holy shit!” Falling out. Pulling her bag away from her back, she quickly stuffed her gun back inside before placing it down haphazardly.
Ellie was in total awe, she couldn’t believe no one had ever tarnished this store, leaving it beautifully clean. As she walked towards the isle with medical supplies, she gently ran her hands along everything, taking her time to appreciate it. Noticing the little relics of the past, Barbie bandages, washcloths with children’s designs on them, and singing toothbrushes.
By the time she got her hands on a first aid kit with sutures, the blood loss had caught up with her, leaving Ellie dizzy and suddenly too tired to keep her eyes open. She fought with herself, doing her best to control her shaking hands and blurring eyesight, trying to remember to just keep breathing and focusing on the task.
As she sat down on the cold tile, silently ripping open the needle and thread, she wondered if dying like this would be the best way to go. She would be left forever undisturbed, unburdened to the world in this quiet pharmacy, surrounded by forgotten memories. If she died like this at least no one could say she didn’t try. It’s not like she had anyone to go home to or anywhere to be, she reminded herself.
“Just try, just try, don’t give in. Don’t be weak.” She was so disoriented that her own voice began to sound like Joel’s, leaving her eyes to well with emotion.
Taking off her shirt she assessed her wound, hissing once she saw the greenish gunk caking the edges of the continuously bleeding hole. It ached and caused never ending pain, but she knew that once she stitched it the pain would slowly fade. Ellie hoped that she would have the strength to finish stitching herself.
Bringing the needle up to the skin, she began working on closing the injury, mumbling out curses as she went. The skin was full of infection, leaking pus and blood all over her body, making her nausea worse by the moment. She was so numb, brain completely muddled, her eyes glazed over, barely conscious as she worked tirelessly. By the time she finished, Ellie could no longer keep her eyes open, too exhausted to even consider stitching her hand. She knew this could very well be her last moment on this earth, and sadly she was fine with that, accepting her fate should it turn out that way. The only regret she still had was that she never got to say goodbye to Joel. He was her everything, and hopefully she would see him soon.
With a sigh, Ellie laid her body down on the cold tile, taking in the feeling of rest wading at the edges of her mind with glee. As she glanced around, she realized with a dry laugh that she hadn’t even finished stitching herself up, her mind too coated with fog to notice. She was too tired to care, her mind and body filled with pain of the past, and as she closed her eyes, small tears spilling out, she hoped she wouldn’t be in pain anymore.
𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛
“Hello? Hello?” The sound felt like a dagger to her beaten mind. Ellie couldn’t comprehend what was making the noise, her head was far away, mind too disoriented to realize it was a person. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt like they had been glued shut, or a heavy bolder was resting upon them.
Something landed on her head, it was hot, making the burning beneath her skin worse. She weakly groaned out of protest, body shivering despite the heat raging under her skin. Although she couldn’t register what was happening, she knew this is what death felt like. She tried to move, but her body wasn’t responding, a whimper only coming out.
“Oh god, you’re alive. Can you hear me?” The voice sounded like waves crashing against the beach, the very beach she sat on for hours, sobbing and wishing she could disappear completely. She realized after a moment, that the warmth on her forehead was a hand, and the sound echoing through the room was a woman’s voice.
Finally her eyes peeled opened and she felt like her head was going to explode, her vision was wavering, spinning, she couldn’t focus on anything, it was all one big blob. And as she fought for consciousness, all she could see was shaking hands, before black waded through her vision once more.
𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛
“Oh fuck, oh god.” You mumbled to yourself whilst kneeling next to the dying stranger. Dragging your hand away from her forehead, you shivered at the feeling of her hot sweaty skin. She was deathly pale, and had you not felt her, you would’ve thought she had already passed.
Glancing down at her exposed stomach, you caught sight of the infection ridden wound. It was half stitched, slowly leaking a mixture of pus and blood onto the previously clean tile floor. Whoever this person was, she needed help quickly. Oh how you wished your mother was here, she knew everything there was to know about medicine.
“Fuck! Fuck!” This was just your luck, you had only come here in search for basic supplies, because you knew this town was clear of infected and people. Now here you were stuck with this woman, who would die if you leave her.
Reaching your hand down, you take hold of the needle hanging from her open wound by a single thread. It looks like she had managed to close it partially before passing out, although the work was sloppy, blood wasn’t flowing from the stitched part anymore.
Bringing the needle back up to her skin, you hesitate, looking at the infection, before ultimately deciding to clean the injury first. Pushing yourself up from the hard tile, you rush over to the rubbing alcohol, blindly grabbing a bottle along with some cloth. Glancing down, you realize you shaking, and your pants are covered in the blood she had been leaking.
Your breath was beginning to come out in small gasps, and your heart felt like it was stuttering. As you slowly walked back over to the woman, you tried to shake the panic rising within yourself, taking deep concentrated breaths, and focusing on your surroundings. But it didn’t help, in fact as you caught sight of the mangled stranger, it became worse. Just knowing that this strangers life could very well be in your hands had you sobering slightly, mind clearing just enough to allow coherent thoughts threw.
“Focus, focus!” You said to yourself, whist shaking your head violently, to rid the rest of the fog.
Kneeling back down, you shakily rip open the package of gauze and generously pour the alcohol on it. The fumes surround you like a cloud, making you cough lightly with its potency.
Gently, you begin to pat her abdomen, taking your time to fully clean the laceration. The further you clean, the more you realize it wasn’t as bad as you had thought. Without the dirt surrounding the opening, you can see it was once healed, but somehow reopened. Most of the infection was on the outside layer luckily, and not on the inside. At this realization, you heart slows slightly, not enough to allow the adrenaline to wear off, but enough to calm you slightly.
Once you are satisfied with your disinfecting, you leisurely pour the rubbing alcohol on the needle attached to her skin. Letting it sit for a moment before wiping it dry, and beginning to stitch her back up.
The first prick from your needle was the worst for both of you, she let out a weak groan, still in her feverish sleep, and you held back the bile rising within your throat. The squelching of her mussel and skin sent shivers down your spine, making the hairs rise on your arms. Although you had done this before, it had never been this large of a wound, only small gashes from falling or fighting off infected, and always to yourself, never to another person. This was completely new territory, and you we’re trying your best not to fuck it up, or worse, kill this woman.
With each pass of the needle it becomes easier, slowly the bleeding rolls to a stop, and so does her incoherent groaning. By the time you finish, the sun is beginning to set, the rays of dusk eagerly shining through the dirty windows. With the light dwindling, it makes it hard for you to see, your fingers are stumbling as you tie off the thread, messily creating a knot.
As you give her a once over, your eyes catch on her hand, currently resting next to her limp body. Her ring and pinky fingers are missing, they look like they were somehow bitten off, the jagged cuts proving your point. Although they weren’t bleeding, they still needed to be disinfected and wrapped in gauze.
“What happened to you?” You wondered out loud. By the state she was in, clearly it was something horrific, way worse than you’ve ever faced on your lonely farm.
As gently as you can, you grab her left hand and bring it closer to your face in order to inspect it. It somehow wasn’t infected, but the sight wasn’t pretty, the fingers are completely black and blue, and swelling is beginning to creep up her hand.
As you grab more gauze and alcohol, you look at her face, taking in her features. Her freckles are so plentiful that they almost swallow her face whole, slowly spreading down her chest, and her brown hair is cut in a shaggy short style, leaving her with a ruggish look. Glancing away from her hair, your eyes catch on her eyebrow, a scar running down the length of it, only aiding in your suspension that she has a much different life from you. She is beautiful, despite her current state.
As you wipe down her mulled fingers, you begin to wonder about her past. Who is this woman, does she have family to go home to, what is her life like, and what led her here?
Once they’re clean, you loosely wrap them in cloth, making sure it won’t hurt her, before carefully setting her hand back down where it was.
As the light fades completely from the building and night sets upon the town, you feel yourself becoming more drowsy, your long day suddenly catching up with you. Your eyes are suddenly very heavy and burning with exhaustion, causing you to question if you should just stay here rather than make the 2 hour hike back to the farm. It would be dangerous to walk in the dark, you tell yourself, justifying your decision. And this woman could be knocked out for days, she would never know.
Sighing, you slightly move your body away from the stranger, leaving a good 5 foot gap between the two of you, causing a shiver to run up your spine at the loss of her radiating body heat. Laying your head down on the cold hard tile, you quietly look at her, taking in her unquestionable beauty, whilst silently tracing each mark and freckle on her body. You hope she lives, wanting to get a chance to talk with her, ask her about her life, and find out what led her here.
𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛
Something cold and hard is pressing against your temple, slowly rousing you from your dreamless sleep. Rest still coats your brain like honey, slowing down your thoughts and causing you to struggle to comprehend what’s happening and why you woke up. Your eyes are still closed, attempting to block out the sunlight beaming through your windows. It’s the realization you’re not at the farm and those aren’t your windows that causes your eyes to snap open, suddenly extremely alert.
“Good you’re up. Now tell me who the fuck you are and why you’re here!” The stranger yells, startling you and causing a flinch to shake your body.
Fear races through you, overtaking your body and making your breath come out in small gasps, heart stuttering against your chest. Your throat feels clogged, you open your mouth but nothing comes out other than a small whimper. At the absence of an answer, the woman digs the object harder into your head, it’s then you realize what it is. The cold metal of a gun is familiar to you, and has you frozen, too scared to move.
“P-please, don’t shoot me! I found you here passed out yesterday, all I did was stitch you up and clean your wounds. I swear!” You say, fumbling over your words in a panic to get them out.
Still facing the large windows at the front of the store, you attempt a glance at the woman out of the corner of your eye. Finding her standing behind your laying form, and staring at you with distrustful eyes. At least she looked better, no longer in a feverish sleep, you think to yourself.
After what feels like minutes, the stranger slowly pulls the gun away, the pressure releasing from your head, before circling you to come face to face. Kneeling down, a wince coming from her mouth at the action, she offers her uninjured hand with a guarded expression.
Still frozen in fear, you blankly stare back, taking this time to admire details you couldn’t see last night, in the light of day. Her right forearm holds an intricate tattoo, damaged from the amount sun exposure she likely experiences daily. A large moth is covering the freckled and sunburnt skin, along with some type of fern, clearly blocking a scar from sight. Following the tattoo you look at her arms, taking the time to notice the defined muscles beneath the skin, and moving up to her chest. Noticing her lack of shirt, a dirty white sports bra being the only thing covering her chest, you avert your eyes,not wanting to get caught staring, out of respect, meeting her green ones in the process.
“Just take my hand. Look, I’m not- I’m not going to hurt you.” She says, a guilty look crossing her face.
Finally snapping out of your trance, you reach a shaky hand up, grasping her own. With a small tug on her end, she pulls you up, quickly moving her hands to grasp your waist, keeping you steady. The feeling of her calloused palms on your clothed torso sends heat through you, a blush breaking out across your face.
“Erm- glad to see you’re feeling better?” It comes out like a question, showing your obvious awkwardness towards the situation.
Like your voice broke her out of a trance, her hands snap away from your body, a familiar blush lighting her face. A wave of nervousness crosses across her eyes for the first time since you’ve met her. Bringing her hand up, she stiffly rubs the back of her neck, attempting to get rid of the emotion rushing through her, before speaking.
“Yeah, I am. Thanks for that by the way.” Her voice sounds husky as she nods her head towards her stomach, like she just woke up herself, a familiar feeling of rest coating it. “Oh-, I’m Ellie by the way.”
Her gravely voice sends heat rushing between your thighs, making you squeeze them together and glance away in embarrassment at your reaction before saying your name. As you meet her eyes once more, you see a glint within them that wasn’t there before, almost like a look of humor. A small smile breaks across her face before she speaks once more.
“Sorry about that whole gun thing by the way. Jus’ didn’t know who you were.” She chuckles.
“Oh, um- it’s okay, just scared me is all. Considering I live alone on a farm, I’ve never had that wake up call before. I don’t think my cows have the dexterity to hold a gun.” You joked, cracking a smile, attempting to lighten the mood.
The responding laugh she gave you sent butterfly’s to your stomach, almost making you nauseous with their intensity. The air seemed to be clear of tension now along with your body, and by the way her shoulders relaxed and the crease between her eyebrows faded, hers did as well.
“Do you mind- I mean can I look at it?” You pointed to her freshly stitched stomach. From here it looked better, but you wouldn’t be able to tell until you got a closer look.
Ellie glanced down, almost confused as to what you we’re talking about before she realized. “Oh, yeah go ahead.” Her answer came quickly.
Kneeling on the dirty tile so you were face to face with her abdomen, you gently grabbed her waist, pulling her in and holding her still. You were so close that she could feel your hot breath against her, the goosebumps that rose along her skin giving it away. It looked much better, the skin was no longer as inflamed as it was the night before, the bruising starting to fade from black and blue to a dull yellow, and much to your shock, it wasn’t leaking from the infection.
Looking up you spoke, “It looks really good, much better than last night. Do you have a fever still? Any nausea?” You questioned with a soft voice in a chipper tone.
“No- nope, feelin’ good as new, thanks to you.” Her word’s stumbled, signaling to you that she was nervous, but she finished with a wink, attempting to appear collected.
Removing your hand from her waist, you reached for her hand that you stitched yesterday, grasping it weakly before removing the gauze. It looked better, the swelling was beginning to go down along with the bruising, leaving it a muddy mixture of colors. Running your finger over her knuckle, you looked up at her with a small encouraging smile. Satisfied with your findings, you wrap it up again before dropping her hand. The cause of the injury was still a mystery to you, your curiosity peaking once more.
“Even better than I thought! You’re a quick healer huh?” You asked, smirk lining your lips.
“Guess so. What about you, do pretty girls heal fast too?” She asked, looking down at your kneeling form.
A furious blush took control of your face at her nickname, a pulse becoming evident from between your thighs. Looking up at her you said nothing, only letting out a hum whilst beginning to stand.
“Here-,” her hand grasped yours once more, pulling you up easily. You were much closer this time, chests a breath away from one another.
“Thanks, you know for everything.” She whispered, eyes glancing down at your lips. Her words make you step back (much to Ellie’s dismay), remembering this was a friendly interaction and not one of your lust filled fantasies, creating a large amount of space to rest between your body’s.
Attempting to change the topic you asked, “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to you?” Voice laced with curiosity. Sitting back down on the tile before summoning her with a wave of your hand.
Ellie sat down with a soft grunt next to you, softly brushing her knee against yours. She was silent for a while, supposedly thinking, by the distant looks on her face. One you had often, memory’s -both good and bad- haunting you daily. Before she spoke you could feel the air shift, changing from lightness into a more somber mood.
“I was erm- trying to get revenge for something that happened a couple years ago. Someone close to me was killed. Joel.” She began with a sigh, whilst slapping her hands on her thighs.
“It didn’t work out, I realized too late that what I was doing wouldn’t change anything, and I let them go. Funny enough, the girl did this to me-“ Ellie waved to her injures, “really did some damage. But even after years of hunting her down and promising myself I would follow through, I couldn’t, because I realized that somewhere along the way I lost everyone I cared about, and even a little bit of myself. After that- I’ve just kind of been wondering, lost, i mean it’s not like I have anywhere to go, figured this place would be my best chance.” She finished, emotion clogging her voice.
As you look at the beautiful woman next to you, you can see her eyes are glassy, filled with grief and regret. Reaching your hand over, you gently lace your fingers with her own, rubbing soothing circles across her wrist. You know how it must feel for her in this moment, having lost your mother at 15. That emptiness weighing down your stomach like a stone, the hole in your heart that feels like it will never fade, and the tightness of your chest making you feel like you’re constantly suffocating.
“I’m so sorry, Ellie. I know it hurts, and I know that you feel lost, but I promise you, there’s more out there. The pain will never fade completely, but overtime it will lessen and you will find people to help you heal. Trust me, I know from experience.” You gave her hand a firm squeeze as you finished.
Ellie turned towards you then, showing you the full extent of her pain. Her eyes were drowning in sorrow, and as a tear fell down her face you reached out with your free hand and gently swiped it away, hand lingering on her cheek. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a choked sound, the lump in her throat evident.
“And you don’t have ‘nowhere to go’, you can always come with me. God knows I need the company, I’ve been all alone out there since 15.” You joked in a soothing voice, but your words are serious.
She looked visibly shocked at your words, eyebrows rising and forehead creasing. Although her eyes were still glossy, a visible relief shined through them, like a weight was taken from her shoulders. Using your thumb, you delicately wiped her face, clearing away the shocked wrinkles.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t trust me or something that’s fine, I won’t hate you-.” You said quickly, suddenly nervous.
She cut your words off, “I would like that, I’ll help with anything you tell me too! You don’t know how much this means to me.” Her face was beginning to clear from her grief, a small grin breaking out.
“Oh- okay! I’ve never had anyone over before, your going to be my first.” Your words come out cheerful, smile matching her own, as pink begins to tint your cheeks at the double meaning.
“I don’t know if your in the shape for walking right now. Even if you feel fine now, it’s 2 hours away..” you trailed off while glancing at the midday sun, calculating how long you have before dusk.
“I’m fine,” She says, but at the look you give her that said ‘really’, she continues, “I am! But we should probably get a move on soon if we want to be there before dark.” She finishes as she stands.
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The hike to your quaint farm was filled with laughter, stories of childhood, and memories. You learned more about her, hearing multiple stories about Dina -her best friend- and the things they did. Ellie told you all about her life before everything happened, she explained who Joel was, how she met him, and her favorite times with the man. The more you learned about her, the bigger your crush on the woman grew.
Her smiles and laughs as you talked sent your heart racing, fluttering with glee. You told her about your mother, how she was a surgeon before the outbreak, and your dad, who’s farm you inherited. You spoke of your animals with fondness, arms waving wildly while describing them in perfect detail.
All around the hike went smoothly, except for one moment. The topic of love had somehow turned into a conversation, leading the gorgeous brunette to ask about your love life and past boyfriends. You had told her with embarrassment lining your cheeks, that you had never been in a relationship before, and the closest you had come was a mutual crush on a girl who’s family would come to trade with yours. Not so subtly hinting at your sexuality (witch Ellie, in fact did not pick up on).
Ellie, being the person she is, immediately stopped walking and stared at you while asking, “wait you’ve never had a boyfriend?”
All you could do was shake your head with embarrassment and reply, “No, I mean considering I’m not interested in men, I haven’t had one. But I also haven’t had a girlfriend.”
For the rest of the trip Ellie looked at you differently, a new gleam in her eye like she had won some sort of reward. She also picked up her pace considerably, no longer slugging along, but instead practicing racing to get back to the farm.
As you look ahead, you spot your house in the distance, the sunset framing it, making it look almost unreal. You know it isn’t anything special, it needs many repairs and coats of paint, but as you glance at the woman next to you, framed in the golden light, you pray she likes it.
“Look! It’s right up ahead! Only a short while longer.” You say with glee, pointing to the two story building in the distance.
You turn your head to look at Ellie, watching her reaction carefully, gauging for any disgust in her features. To your shock, her eyes gleam, wide smile breaking across her face. You think she looks like a god right now, the glow bounces off her skin, aided by the light sheen of sweat caused by the heat, showing off every dent and crevice in her muscles. Her face looks even better, her pale skin is warming up, making her freckles appear brighter, and causing a pink blush to line her cheeks. The best part of it all though was her lips, somehow still full and soft after a day in the sun.
You’re sure she can see the lust in your eyes as she looks over, cocky smirk coming over those lips, lips you wanted to kiss until you run out of breath. Meeting her eyes she says, “Enjoying the view?”
Looking you up and down she continues, “I know I sure am.” Your face heats up considerably, ears becoming warm at her suggestive words. Her voice is dripping with lust, and sex appeal radiating from her.
“Shut up.” You respond, rolling your eyes and looking away quickly, breaking away from her gaze. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, the closest you’ve gotten was sneaky glances at a farmer’s daughter who would stop by occasionally, and this is nothing like that. You don’t know what to say or how to flirt, and Ellie just does it easily, no effort in it, completely unaware of the fact she causes your clit to pulse with desire every time.
“What? I’m serious, you look beautiful right now.” Like that, her words make you hold back a moan as you look at her, hoping she doesn’t see the way your thighs clench as you walk.
“Psh- says you.” You look away from her, heart pounding.
“Woah, what’s that supposed to mean? Hm?” Her body suddenly feels closer, like she’s moved into your space, trying to pry the answer from you.
Looking over you see her expression that tells you she knows exactly what’s she’s doing. Waving your arms at her you respond, “Just look at you.” Your voice holds annoyance, directed at her for making you answer.
Before she can respond you announce your arrival, “And, we’re here!” You can see your cows from here, their little ‘moos’ echoing throughout the field, creating a welcoming environment.
Your feet are moving fast, almost tripping as you hurry to the front porch, eager to see your dog. He’s a old St. Bernard, lazy from the years of running through trails and going on trips to towns. You find him resting on his bed next to the door, sprawled out lazily without a care in the world. Even though it’s only been a day you miss him, worried about his safety the whole hike back.
“Beef” You yell, finally slowing down once you’ve reached the beginning of the gravel driveway. At your odd words, Ellie turns to you, looking at you questioningly before asking, “Is this some kind of greeting you give your cows? ‘Cause it’s kinda fucked up.” She finishes with a laugh.
“What, no!” You giggle. Her curiosity is then answered when Beef comes hurtling down the driveway, racing to get back to his owner. At the sound of his paws crunching against the gravel, you turn back to him and squat down, patting your knees encouragingly.
“Hey boy, come here!” When he reaches you, he pummels you, throwing your body back with his weight. You let out a soft “oomph” at his treatment, laughing with happiness.
“Yeah, that’s a big boy. Come pet him El.” You grab her hand and bring it to his head, looking up at her from your squatted position with big round eyes, the definition of innocence. Her hand hesitantly rubs his ears, gradually growing more comfortable as the seconds pass.
“Hi beef,” she says in a baby voice, looking down at you with a smile. Happiness shines through her, creating a warm feeling in your own chest.
After a moment you say, “Okay Beef, let her breath.” Standing up, you begin the short walk to the front door, boots stomping up the hill.
“Come on!” You yell, calling Ellie so she can finally see your house. Her feet are quick to catch up with you, slowing down once she’s at your side. “It’s not much, but it’s all mine.” You say shyly, slowly walking up the stairs.
“I promise you, I’ll love it.” Her words are soft, contradicting her eyes, witch burn with something unfamiliar. The way she says it sends a wave of butterflies through you, making your stomach flutter.
Reaching your hand over, you gently turn the handle, letting the door swing open, and reveal your home. The living room is the first thing you see, and much to your embarrassment, your white coffee table is filled with laundry you meant to fold. The couch is covered in soft pink pillows, and pictures from childhood line the walls, creating a cozy, lived in environment.
“Oh god- I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I would be having someone in my house. I swear I’m very clean, you just chose the worst day-“ you’re cut off by Ellie.
“Please, you should’ve seen my place back in Jackson. This is spotless compared to that.” Her words hold a casual tone as she strolls through the house, peaking her head in the kitchen and dining room.
“But still I don’t want you to think I’m dirty.” You’re nervous and she can tell. Taking her time to walk back over to you before she looks down at you.
“You’re so cute when you’re nervous.” She says. Her words cause your heart to stutter, the beat becoming irregular. You turn around quickly, walking towards the stairs in an attempt to hide your blush.
“You comin’ or what?” You ask, beginning the trek up the steps. You feel her presence before you see her. Her eyes are burning holes into your ass as she follows you up to the second floor. Her dirty converses make a ‘thud’ with every fall of her foot.
You come to a stop outside of your bedroom door, turning around to see her watching you instantly. Grabbing her hand you pull her into your room, only coming to a stop once you’ve reached your closest.
“ I hope you don’t mind, but the only clothes I have that might fit you are my cousins. He gave them to me thinkin’ I was going to get bigger.” You say while looking her up and down, focusing your eyes on her muscles.
“Oh that’s fine…” she trails off once she sees you bend down, your plump ass on full display, it’s shape complemented by your tight jeans. You’re too busy searching through a box of clothes to notice the attention she’s giving you, looking intensely for a specific shirt.
“Ah-ha! Found it.” You cheer in victory, bringing the brown button down and white tank top into view. Holding it up next to her you compare, guessing it should fit. You grab her upper arm without thinking, giving the muscle a firm squeeze.
“Should fit, might be a bit tight but it’ll do the job. Let me just grab some jeans. I’ll leave them on the bed, showers in there-,” you say while pointing to the bathroom door next to the closet, before continuing. “Help yourself and take your time.”
Your out of the room and shutting the door before she can reply, needing to get some air and take a break before you jump her bones. Leaning against the wooden door you stare at a picture of yourself with Beef, taking in the image along with some calming breaths. This woman is going to be the death of you, you decide as you walk towards your parents old room, to begin your search for a pair of jeans that would fit her.
The room has been desolate for years, sitting in silence, forgotten by the world. You’ve left it alone since your moms death, wanting it to remain a time capsule. Now here you are, digging through her wardrobe for pair of jeans. You thought it would hurt more, being in here, but surprisingly it doesn’t, your heart and mind feel content.
Sighing once you find a pair of basic pants, you put everything back where it was, leaving the room the way you found it, before gently closing the door.
Knocking on your bedroom door, you call out her name, waiting for a response but none comes. Hesitantly, you crack open the door, peaking inside, you hear her in the shower, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Satisfied that she won’t come out while you’re in here, you walk inside, placing the jeans and a pair of boxers next to the shirts.
Looking in the mirror at your reflection, you take in your appearance, looking at the dirt on your face and the knots in your hair. Running your hand along your face you wipe off what you can, attempting to look halfway decent, and you brush through your hair. The bags under your eyes are evident as you turn on the lamp, the warm glow coating the quickly darkening room. Sighing you yell out for Ellie.
“Hey, clothes are on the bed. I’m going to go start dinner.” You begin to walk out of the room, hearing a ‘okay, thank you’ on your way out.
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By the time Ellie comes downstairs, dinner is ready, it was nothing special to you, just some chicken and carrots, you wished you had something better to offer her but sadly, you didn’t. Hearing her footsteps you turn around, baking dish still in your hands, fresh out of the oven. She looked so good. Her hair is tied back in a simple bun, a few pieces left out to frame her face (still beautifully tinted pink from the sun), and god, the shirt looks great on her, just tight enough to let her muscles bulge through, giving you a mouthwatering view.
You realize you’re starring when she clears her throat, a cocky smirk plastered on her face. Snapping your head up from her body, you meet her eyes, giving her a shy smile before speaking. “I uh- made dinner. You go ahead and eat, I’m going to go shower.”
“I can wait for you, I don’t mind.” Her words come out quickly, as she walks towards your still form in the kitchen.
“No it’s fine, really I’m not even that hungry-“ she cuts off your rambling with a single look, effectively shutting you up. “Okay, I won’t be long.”
Setting the dish on the wooden table, you bounce back upstairs, only stopping once you reach your room. Leaning against the door you stop to look around, something was moved but you can’t place what it is. Your eyes land on your bed and that’s when you see it. Your stuffed bunny from childhood always sat at the foot of your bed, but it was now next to your pillows, cutely propped up by the decor.
“If your gonna’ snoop, be sneaky.” You say with a chuckle, finding it cute that the only thing she touched was a stuffed animal.
Realizing you’ve been gone for a minute, you rush to the bathroom, stripping yourself of your clothes completely. Only slowing to watch your naked reflection while the water is heating up. Running your hand up your stomach, you palm your breasts, feeling their weight in your hands. You do the same with your hips, touching every crevice, silently questioning if Ellie would like you if she ever saw you like this.
“Stop, it’s not going to happen.” You berate yourself, while ripping your hands from your body.
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The shower felt like heaven, the hot water soothing your muscles after the long day you’ve had, washing away your sins. You shaved, for Ellie, you don’t know why, but a small piece of you still holds out hope that something will happen.
Standing in the mirror you look over yourself one more time before heading downstairs. You tried to pick out something that would look nice, but the only thing you could think of was your too-short Jean shorts, and a pink tank top with adorable little hearts.
Slowly walking down the steps, a breeze of cold air hits you, making your bra-less nipples stand to attention, showing clearly behind the thin material of your shirt.
“Ellie, I’m done.” You call out after reaching the end of the stairs. Turning to your right you slowly walk towards the kitchen, noticing the sounds of talking echoing throughout the house.
“Good boy!” You hear Ellie drag out, her voice high pitched. Peaking your head around the corner, you see a sight that melts your heart. Ellie is playing with Beef, throwing his ball out the open back door and every time he comes back, he drops it and wags his tail excitedly.
“Wow Beef, you trader! I thought I was your favorite.” You playfully say as you make you presence known, striding into the kitchen.
Ellie’s head shoots up at your voice, eyes roaming your body, stopping to stair unashamedly at your hard nipples poking through the tank top. Hiding your smirk, you turn towards Beef, bending down, to give Ellie a good view of your ass and pick up the ball.
“Go get it!” You say as you throw it for the last time out the door and into the grass below.
Facing Ellie you shamelessly look at her, eyes once more focusing on her bulging muscles, accentuated by the tight flannel. Seeing her like this, all clean and in proper clothes, but still somehow rugged makes you hold back a moan.
“You set the table?” You ask with a smile once your eyes force their way away from her, and to the table. She put out plates and cups of water, but the part that makes you giddy is the fact she lit candles, creating an romantic atmosphere.
“Yeah figured my girl needed something nice, after helpin’ me so much.” You try not to giggle and kick your feet at the name, but a smile makes its way onto your face with a blush.
Pulling out your chair for you, she motions you to sit with a wave of her hand. Once seated you look at her with love and attraction in your eyes, barely taking your eyes off of her even as she fixes you a plate.
“This looks amazing, I seriously can’t believe you made this.” She compliments as she digs in, getting her own food ready.
“Oh please, it’s nothing special. In fact I was a little nervous you wouldn’t like it. I wish I had something better to give you.” You say, beginning to eat your food slowly.
Your eyes watch each other as you eat, a tension building in the air, making it thick and hard to breathe. You watch her relaxed form, clenching your thighs together once you see her man-spreading, legs open wide and leaning back like she owns the place. And in a way she does, she could tell you to do anything and you would do it, you think to yourself.
You watch as her eyes travel down to your cleavage, taking in the flush of your chest and the stutter in your breath. Looking up and motioning to your empty plate, she asks , “Are you done?”
“Yes, but I’ll take those.” You begin to stand attempting to grab her plate but she stops you, grabbing your wrist gently in a way that condescends her next words.
“Don’t you dare.” Her voice hold a dominating tone, it sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps up your arms. Nodding your head you sit back down, eyeing her heavily as she begins to wash the dishes.
Slowly, you begin to clear off the table, blowing out the candles and putting them back in the glass cabinet. Feeling eyes on you, you turn around to find Ellie done and starring at you with a smirk.
“You have no idea how good you look right now.” Her words come out breathless, but she doesn’t appear effected at all, at least not to the extent of you.
“And you don’t?” You ask, leaning against the empty table. She looks surprised by your words, like she didn’t expect you to say anything.
“No, I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all night, so I had a hunch I didn’t look too bad.” Her words were meant to come out joking, but instead they came out coated in lust.
She slowly walks over to you, eyeing your completely exposed thighs, before stopping in-front of you, she’s so close if you leaned up just a little bit you could kiss her.
Ellie’s hands land on your waist before you know what’s happening. Her pupils are almost completely black, desire taking over them completely, and you’re sure yours match her own.
“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” Your words come out before you can stop them, shocking both of you with your boldness.
Before you know what’s happening, she’s leaning in, soft lips crashing against your own. Her mouth is gentle at first, allowing you to take the lead, your inexperienced lips working hesitantly on hers. Her mouth molds against you perfectly, leading you to let out a whine against her. Slowly you start to become more needy, lips greedily taking what they can get, leaving your chest burning for oxygen.
Pulling away she looks down at your now swollen lips, taking a moment to breathe before diving back in. She’s in control now, her mouth taking what she wants, dominating you completely. Her lips are rough against yours, keeping a bruising pace and leaving you breathless. Ellie’s tongue runs along the seam of your lips, and without thinking about it you open your mouth, meeting her tongue with yours.
You fight with her, battling for control, and she lets you win for a moment, before taking over. Her mouth is sloppy against you, greedy in its demand for more. Ellie’s tongue massages yours, running experimentally over every crevice, leading you to let out a whorish moan in her mouth. Before you know it she’s pulling back, gently biting your bottom lip on her way. You chase her lips, reaching for her head and attempting to grab her hair, but she’s quick, pulling back before you get a chance.
“Ellie.” You whine, placing your hands on her shoulders, desperately begging for her to kiss you again.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” She says chest heaving. You’re sure you look like a wreck right now, lungs taking in as much air as possible, and lips glossy and bruised from your kiss.
You don’t say a word as you pull her back in by her shoulders, mouth searching out for hers. This time you’re the one pushing your tongue into her mouth, needy for more. She grips your waist tighter, hands then roaming, feeling their way down to your hips, spending a moment there before moving to your ass. Ellie grips it hard, palming it as she breaks from your mouth to leave sloppy kisses down your neck.
“Oh shit.” You mumble as she reaches a spot behind your ear, nipping the flesh gently before sucking a bruise into it. She continues, working her way down your neck, stopping occasionally to lick and bite the skin, leaving your clit pulsing with need. You tentatively grind your hips into her own, searching for any friction you can find that will relieve you of this ache.
Ellie notices your movements, and she slips her knee between your legs, giving you something to grind your soaked cunt on while she continues her assault. She works her way down, pressing open-mouth kisses down your throat and collarbones, before moving back up, sucking marks into your jaw, loving the way you moan shamelessly.
Soon her mouth is back on your own, lips hungrily attacking your own. She’s anything but gentle, mouth punishing in its demand. Kissing her back you work your cunt over her leg, desperately humping it, looking for release. Her tongue slips into your mouth briefly, teasing you before slipping out and pulling away.
Looking down she zeros in on your fast moving hips, taking in the way you moan at the contact.
“Look at you, fuck. I bet you’re soaked huh?” She says, cocking her head slightly. Her words make another gush of wetness seep into your white cotton panties, effectively soaking them with your slick.
“Yes, Ellie. Please!” You beg, hips slowing as you push them forward, clit asking for attention. Your whole body is hot, sweat beading on the back of your neck despite the cool air that fills the house, caused by the desire coursing through you.
“What, what do you want pretty girl?” She asks, moving one of her hands from your ass to ghost over the button on your shorts.
“Please- please, just touch me. I need it!” You plead with her. She smiles at your words, bending down to give you a quick peck on the lips, before grabbing your ass once more and hoisting you up on her waist.
“Ellie- put me down, you’re gonna’ drop me.” You squeal, gripping her shoulders tightly as she walks quickly towards the stairs.
“I won’t drop you, I promise.” She replies as she begins ascending the steps. Her pace is fast, almost running to get to your room. Soon her feet are at your door, barely slowing down to open it.
She throws you on the bed, your body bouncing from the force. Leaning up on your elbows you watch her, taking in the way she pushes her hips against the foot of the bed frame.
“Ellie,” you say, begging for her hands on you, as you begin rubbing your thighs together desperately seeking out friction.
“Fuck.” She curses as she walks over to you, crawling up on the bed before leaning down and kissing you once more. Her lips are hungry, kissing you like she wants to inhale you. Your mouth pushes against her as you reach your hands up, threading them through her hair to hold her to you. You break away this time, dragging in air while looking at her.
“I want you so bad, please.” You say, hips jumping when she runs her hand along your clothed heat.
“Take this off.” She says motioning to your shirt. Without questioning it, you strip off the garment, throwing it somewhere across the room, and exposing your breasts to the cold air. Her eyes snap to the newly exposed skin, running her hand along your chest and down the valley of your breasts.
“You have been teasing me with these all damn day. Going around bra-less and acting like you don’t know what you’re doing, but you did didn’t you? Hmm?” She asks, brushing her calloused palm against your sensitive nipples, tight with arousal.
“Answer me.” She says, voice harsh as she swats your breast. The harsh treatment has you moaning out, withering beneath her. Your thighs feel sticky with the amount of arousal dripping from you, her words only heightening it.
“Yes! Yes, I knew what I was doing.” You moan, hips searching for friction, lifting in attempt to make contact with her.
“I bet you’ve wanted to fuck me just as bad as I have. I’ve been wanting to bend you over every service since I met you.” She confesses as she leans down, finally taking a nipple in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the bud, she sucks, drawing a needy whine from your throat, before nipping it and kissing the skin better.
Pulling off, she smirks at your state, hair tossed all over the pillow, head turning as you take what she’s giving you, and hips lifting searching for relief. Reaching down, she undoes the button of your shorts, pulling down the zipper as she repeats her treatment to your other nipple, sucking, licking, and biting. She shoves her hand beneath the material of your bottoms, skimming her knuckles over the large wet patch on your panties.
Looking up she smiles, “I was right you’re soaked, practically leaking all over my hand. You’re such a needy slut aren’t you?” She taunts.
Sitting up on her knees she pulls her hand from your shorts, causing a plead of ‘No’s’ to fall from your mouth. Grabbing your belt buckles, she hesitates, looking up at you before asking, “Is this okay? Tell me to stop and I will, we won’t have to talk about this again.”
Leaning up on your elbows you look at her before responding in a whine, “Yes, just please do something.”
This answer satisfies her, allowing herself to continue her actions, she keeps her grip on your shorts, pulling them down -along with your soaked panties- in one motion. Your gleaming cunt is on full display, the cold air hitting the wetness makes you want to close your legs, but Ellie holds them open, taking her time to admire the way your hole clenches around nothing, and the way the skin is red, swollen with blood.
“Fuck- look at you.” She says under her breath.
Moving her position, she settles between your legs, her completely clothed form brushing against your bare one. The woman leans down, pressing kisses down your stomach and hips, taking her time to get you worked up, then she skips your pulsating cunt -much to your disappointment- and repeats her actions on the inside of your thighs. She places sloppy pecks on the fat, nipping and licking as she moves closer to where you want her. As her hot breath fans against your heat you stop her.
“Wait, I um- have something.” Ellie’s head snaps up, looking at you curiously before sitting up once more.
“What is it?” She brushes her knuckles against your cheek, admiring your beauty as she waits for your answer. You don’t know why you said anything, but the memory of the unopened box in the back of your closet send sparks down to your already dripping cunt, allowing more slick to dribble from you, effectively wetting the duvet.
“I’ve never used it before, but it’s uh- in the back of the closet. We don’t have to if you don’t-“ she cuts you off by standing up, walking backwards to your open closet, keeping her darkened eyes on you the whole time. Watching her turn around you see her rummaging through everything, stilling once she sees it.
“Is this-“ her words come out shocked, quickly standing back up and walking towards you. The box in her hands makes you blush, and another wave of arousal to hit you after imagining her in it.
“Yes. I found it at an old mall, don’t really know why I took it.” You admit embarrassed at the thought, coving your face with your hands you continue, “if you don’t want to use it, put it back and we can forget about this.”
Ellie’s hands gently grab your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. She’s smiling, looking at you with a mixture of love and lust in her eyes. “Oh, I want to use it, but baby, we’re gonna’ have to get you ready first.” She says.
Setting the box down on the bedside table, she crawls back over you, giving you a quick kiss before settling back between your legs. She looks up with a cocky smirk before licking a long stripe from your continuously clenching hole, to your pulsing clit.
Your head falls back at the action, a moan tumbling from your throat. She gives your clit an open-mouthed kiss, taking her time to suck the pearl into her mouth before moving on. Licking your hole, she lightly shoves her tongue inside, thrusting in and out, stretching you, nose bumping against your clit as she does so.
“Fuck, Ellie!” You whine loudly, shocked at the sensation. Bringing her hand up, she removes her mouth from your cunt, and delicately works her middle finger into your opening, thrusting experimentally while taking in the way your thighs shake and your head tosses at the action.
Your fingers reach for her hair, gripping it tightly before shoving her head back down, urging her to continue. She laughs at this, the vibrations sending sparks down to your cunt, causing you to clench on her thrusting finger. Taking the hint, Ellie flicks her tongue over your clit, switching between up and down motions to small circular ones, testing to see what you like best. She settles on fast up and down flicks of her tongue, working you up.
The knot is building in your stomach, but Ellie’s actions aren’t enough. “More Ellie, please. Please.” You moan. She pulls out her middle finger, still continuing to flick your clit harshly, before pushing two fingers back in, working them in harmony to her mouth.
Heat is building behind your stomach, sparks of it shooting down your legs, causing you to wither. Loud pornographic moans are leaving your throat, hips lifting off the bed to get closer and get more, even as you shove her head down, effectively trapping her. Ellie changes her actions, beginning to curl her fingers to hit something devastating within you, and moving to suck your throbbing clit into her mouth. Your back is arching off the bed at the sensation, hips humping her face and soaking it as you do so.
The mixture of her fingers and mouth is sending you speeding towards your release. You’re rhythmically clenching around her fingers, squeezing her so tight she can barely move. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, grinding against her face. She sucks your clit harder, swirling her tongue around it as she does so, making it slippery with a mixture of your slick and her saliva.
She pushes her fingers in and up faster, encouraging your orgasm to come quicker. As she does this, she pulls off of your clit, using her thumb to continue working it as she speaks.
“You gonna’ come? Come on, be a good girl and let go.” Her words push you closer and closer to the edge, you can’t even form a sentence to tell her how close you are. But as she laches back on to your clit, your orgasm washes over you.
“Oh Ellie! Fuck yes!” You moan, high pitched as your cunt clenches around her fingers uncontrollably. Your whole body feels tight, white is clouding your vision, and as Ellie continues her actions, your clit throbs in time with your hole, sending a wave of slick dribbling down her hand. Loud curses and whorish moans are leaving your mouth as she works you through your orgasm, slowing as it begins to fade.
Your orgasm comes to a stop, leaving you panting and breathless on the bed. Ellie carefully pulls her fingers out of you, kissing each thigh as she sits back up.
“Are you okay? We can stop now just say so.” She asks gently, rubbing her hands soothingly along your legs. You look up at her, a smile taking over your face before answering.
“No, I definitely do not want to stop.” You say still catching your breath. She has a grin that matches your own as she leans over and grabs the box, placing it in her lap before opening it. The first thing to come out is the purple dildo, it’s around 8 inches and luckily still wrapped in plastic. Just the sight of it makes you blush furiously, and makes Ellie let out a chuckle. The next and final item is the harness, a underwear style one, it has a hard plastic front that you know will bump deliciously against her clit.
Reaching over, you curiously brush your fingers over the plastic, taking in the sleek texture before sitting up. Meeting her eyes you speak, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She look’s appalled at the implication that you thought she wouldn’t, but her answer comes in the form of a nod of her head and a smirk. Using her hands she begins to strip herself of layers, beginning with the flannel shirt, next her tank top, exposing her spots bra, and then she gets off the bed and begins to pull off her pants. As she does this, your eyes greedily take in all the new skin, freckles you’ve never seen before, scars and scratches litter her body, and you think shamelessly that they make her look even better, a symbol of her toughness.
“You look so good.” Your words come tumbling out as she steps out of her jeans, leaving her in only a pair of boxers and her bra. She smirks at you before getting rid of the rest of her clothes, only stopping once she is as bare as you. The sight of her like this, naked in all of her glory makes your mouth run dry, throat constricting.
Her breasts are small, but perfect in the way that they fit her body, and the beauty marks that litter them only add to their appearance. As you look at her toned stomach you begin to rub your legs together, already needy and searching for friction again. Ellie notices this and stalks back over to you, climbing up on the bed to sit between your thighs, holding them open and making sure you can’t close them.
“Fuck, you’re already this wet again?” She asks while running her finger through your folds collecting your wetness and bumping your oversensitive clit, causing a whimper to escape your lips.
“Always for you.” You answer, hastily beginning to unwrap the harness and dildo.
Once open, Ellie slips it on, securing everything in place, before grabbing your legs and wrapping them around her waist. She looks down at you like she wants to eat you, devour you completely. Both of your pupils are blown wide with arousal as you watch her run the dildo through your cunt, collecting as much wetness on it as she can.
“You ready baby? I’ll go gentle I swear.” She asks, positioning the tip at your entrance. Her words make your heart flutter with warmth, and your cunt to take a heart beat of its own.
“Yes! Just do it already.” You whine, pushing your hips up in attempt to make it slip inside. She chuckles at your actions, before gently pushing in.
Even just the tip is a stretch, having only ever had Ellie’s fingers in you. The burn is there, but it’s also accompanied by a delicious fullness as she pushes in more. Leaning up you watch as it slowly sinks into you, watching the way your cunt flutters around it and sucks it in.
By the time it’s halfway in, you’re withering on the mattress, desperate for more. “Ellie, please! Please more!” You moan. She listens, sliding in another inch, causing your back to arch uncontrollably.
“Fuck baby, you’re just sucking me in aren’t you. This cunt is so needy, dripping everywhere and soaking the bed.” Her words make you reach down to rub your clit, the arousal fogging your mind.
Grabbing your hand harshly she gives a light slap to your sensitive pussy, leading you to cry out at the pain. “When did I say you could do that? Hmm?” She asks meanly, using this moment to side all the way in, bottoming out.
You feel so full, the pressure against your cervix is delicious, and only gets better when she pulls out completely and snaps her hips forward harshly. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, hips lifting for more. As she pulls out, she grips your throat, leaning down next to your ear as she thrusts back in.
“I asked you a question. Who said you could do that? This is my cunt, only I get to touch it.” Keeping her hand on your throat, she leans back and sets a punishing pace, your breast bouncing from the force of her thrusts.
Your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure, her hand on your throat, cutting off your airways slightly only adding to that. Moaning, you grip her waist tighter with your legs, trapping her so she can’t move away.
“I’m sorry, it’s- it’s yours and I touched it. Can you please give me more?” You moan, hips lifting, meeting her rough thrusts with one’s of your own.
“Now, see that wasn’t so hard was it? Yes pretty girl, I’ll give you more.” Her words are so sweet, but her actions show the opposite, she’s still thrusting brutally, causing the knot of an orgasm to begin to form in your stomach.
Unwrapping your legs from her waist, she grabs your hips and flips you over before you know what’s happening. Whining out at the loss of her cock in you, you push your hips back, while shoving your face in the pillow.
It’s not long before she’s back in you, filling you up completely and causing loud moans to spill uncontrollably from your throat. Bringing her hand down, she shoves it under your stomach and begins sloppily rubbing circles over your overstimulated clit.
“Takin’ me so well baby fuck.” She mumbles, beginning to change her pace into deep, slow strokes. The change has you gripping the sheet and moaning incoherent sentences.
The knot is beginning to tighten, cunt clamping down on the dildo as she works your clit faster. You feel stuffed to the brim, she’s so deep you can feel her in your stomach. Suddenly she hits that spot in you, the one that makes you see stars and go dizzy. Lifting your head you scream, “Holy fuck! Right there, god- fuck, don’t stop. Please!”
“Oh right here baby?” She taunts and she hits that spot over and over, speeding up her thrusts as she goes. Your almost there, cunt clenching and clit pulsing, as your orgasm approaches.
“I’m gonna-“ she shuts you up with a slap to your ass and a dark chuckle. You’re sure there will be marks all over your body tomorrow, but right now it’s the last thing on your mind. Suddenly, she slaps you again and your back arches even deeper, moans pouring from your throat.
“You close slut? Yeah me too.” Her derogatory words have you squirming, almost at your peak. The mixture of her harsh words, brutal thrusts, and fast circles on your clit send you over the edge.
A single long, drawn out moan leaves your throat as you gush on her strap, wetness leaking down both of your thighs. Your cunt clamps down, attempting to hold her inside, but she continues to push inside while rubbing your clit. Your seeing starts, as the band snaps, body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Ellie’s moaning too, whimpering as her own orgasm hits her. She continues to rub your twitching clit, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible.
She comes to a stop, no longer thrusting, and she gently removes her fingers, causing a whimper of sensitivity to leave your mouth. Rubbing her hand down your spine she speaks in a sweet tone, “I’m gonna’ pull out now okay?”
Your only answer is a nod of your head, and as she removes the plastic, you collapse, body laying down fully. You can hear her shuffling, taking off the harness before laying down next to you.
Turning your head you smile at her, taking this minute to bask in the warmth of her. Wrapping her arms around your waist, she kisses the top of your head before mumbling, “We gotta’ get you cleaned up baby, want to do it now or in a minute?”
Her words have you groaning, just the thought of leaving the bed sounds exhausting. “Later,” you mumble, pushing your body closer to her.
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A/N: This is my first tumblr fic and I’m really nervous to post this so let me know what you think. Also I’m taking all requests/ suggestions for Abby and Ellie. ♡︎♡︎
could you do a barry allen x powerless!fem!reader who almost dies but he saves her and she finds out the flash is her boyfriend barry
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Yeah! I’d love too!! You have no idea how much I love my requests!
So you used she/her pronouns in the request so I’m going to use that unless specifically you want me to change them.
It’s fluff unless you want something else.
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Warnings: Slight Meta violence, Light angst and fluff.
Unedited.
Word Count: 1995
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You had just started dating your boyfriend, and you sat at jitters ranting about how cool the Flash was.
Whenever you mentioned a guy in your life, Barry Allen would get a bit jealous.
So you were so glad that he had begun to trust you a bit more.
You figured to were boring him but every time he’d mention something you had said, or he would repeat it with a silly smirk.
You would get even more excited. “He’s just so cool! Like no one knows what or who! Until this one photo appeared and…” you look up to see Barry blushing slightly smiling at you.
“What? Am I talking to much?” You worry biting the inside of your lip slightly.
He laughed lightly and leaned forward smiling, “no I just- I love hearing you talk about it” he smiles at you.
“Gosh I’d just love to meet him! I know Iris has for her blog, so unfair!” You joked slightly with a ounce of truth.
You did wanna meet him, but it was scary.
The dangers of an unknown man. Plus you were happy with the boyfriend you had. “Yeah, but just be careful..” he spoke suddenly staring at his phone with a panicked expression.
“Hey, look babe. I got to go…” he said but trailed of once seeing your disappointed expression.
“Okay, no I understand. Being the CCPD’s forensic scientist is busy work…” and you genuinely did understand. “I promise I will be at your apartment after this…” he kisses your cheek and you smile softly as he whispers goodbye in a rush.
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That was a week ago and he never showed up that night, he sent you a text every time he had a break at work.
But if it wasn’t that, then he’d be with Iris or Joe. You loved his family, strong, empowering people.
As much as you wanted to be with him, to was putting some stress on you for not seeing him.
But you waited until he was gonna come over, but he never showed up.
And you looked at the news for most the night, deciding to watch glimpses of the Flashes rescues of the night.
A fire was first, then he saved some kids from a collapsed bridge. You wished Barry was given powers so he could rush over and never be late again.
But you started to fear he was avoiding you.
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You started to dodge Barry’s calls, deciding to take the night to yourself.
Despite wanting to make up with him, and hold him while you talked about feelings.
You had grown tired of talking to them after your conversation with Joe an hour ago.
“I don’t know Joe, I have given him chances!” You exclaimed eating some cold pasta from your fridge you made earlier that day.
“I know hun, but he’s been under a lot of stress. I think you should talk to him” Joe sweetly said trying to be your voice of reason.
“I have tried! He always cancels or is busy at work…I shouldn’t have pushed him with the conversation of the flash…” you put your phone on speaker as you paced around your apartment.
“I’m sure the Flash isn’t the…” Joe paused as he shifted on the other side of the phone.
“Look, Joe I’m gonna go. I’m sorry to bring this to you. I thought maybe you’d know if he was just okay” I know he meant well, but you just wanted to curl up and get all your feelings out.
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After feeling bad for yourself for about thirty minutes you decided to play some music and hype yourself up.
Sitting in the mirror, you messed with your hair. Testing out new looks and just telling yourself how beautiful you looked.
You weren’t the most beautiful girl in the world, but you were to yourself. And that’s all you needed. You made some more food and danced around your room.
But after awhile you kept hearing text messages and calls from your phone. You turned down the music after moving closer to it, you looked at all the missed calls and left a wave of panic flash over you.
3 from an unknown, 1 from Joe, and 13 from Barry.
But it could have been easily from before.
So you went to call Barry back, deciding that you wanted to make up with Barry after feeling better “Hey, look I think we should-“ you were cut off by a woman’s voice, “is this Y/n L/N?” It was a woman’s voice you’ve never heard before.
On your boyfriends phone. You swallowed slightly and nodded your head even thought to realized she couldn’t see you. “Yeah, this is her…” you let out a bit shakily as you leaned forward on your bed.
“You need to evacuate your building! I’m a friend of Barry’s and my names Caitlin Snow…” she had a lovely name but it left a bitter taste in your mouth.
“Okay…why?” You ask grabbing your purse and anything you could possibly need.
Your parents still had all your legal documents in their safe. So you grabbed what extra cash you had and some clothes before running back to the phone.
You stayed on the line, “Caitlin, right?” You ask a bit nervous as you decided to climb out the window to the fire escape.
This whole time she kept avoiding the question to so desperately wanted to hear. “Yes…” she spoke into her phone as you took it off speaker and ran down the fire escape.
“Am I in trouble?” “What do you mean?”, “am I going to die…” you ask dropping down onto a trash bin lid from the fire escape. “Not if we get you out of the area…” she says calmly.
“I’m to scared to question all of this, but I think I met you once at Jitters? You helped Barry in the coma?” You ask as you made your way off the trash bin and onto the street.
Adrenaline pumping through your veins, “there’s a meta human who was in your apartment complex trying to break into any place he could.
But you should be close enough to safety.
The flash got everyone out, if you wait there-“ Caitlin cut herself off.
“How do you know?” I ask as I look around the street and start moving towards your car.
“I’m watching the…news!” Caitlin responded again but I was to busy trying not to panic.
Talking on the phone with someone you hardly knew, escaping your apartment complex, and this whole time you didn’t know if your boyfriend was okay. “Why are you helping?” You ask suddenly as you sat in the car.
“Because Barry asked me too…”, “oh…” there wasn’t much to say. But someone said it for you, “hand me the phone and drive away. I’ll let you live…” you glanced back through the middle mirror of your car.
A meta the flash had caught a few months ago stated at you with purple eyes. “Okay…tell me where” you pull the car into drive, your brain was on autopilot.
“Give me the phone…” the voice demand again. “Y/n? Who are you talking to?” Caitlin’s voice sounded scared. You went against everything your brain told you, you handed this guy your phone so you wouldn’t be killed.
As you drove he only told you when to turn, he threw your phone out the car after a bit. “Crap! The cops…” he mumbled and put a hand in your shoulder, which made you flinch.
You were so scared that you didn’t notice the cops in-front of you.The car suddenly was crashed into a nearby wall as the meta was taken in a cop car with cuffs. The Flash, your hero stood in-front of you. “Are you okay? Miss…” he paused waiting for you to give him your name.
He went to reach a hand out slightly, but you just turned around and began walking back to wherever your legs would take you.
A bar, Joe’s, your Apartment, anywhere but there. Your hero stood in-front of you, and you chose not to cry in his presence.
He sped after you before keeping a regular pace with you walking. You looked up at him as he cleared his voice, “you okay?” He asked with a voice that sounded almost robotic.
“I’ve been avoiding my boyfriend for the whole night because that’s what he’s done for the last week to me, and another woman picked up his phone…” you mumbled as you looked down again and kept walking.
“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that” He spoke, and every time you looked at his face he was moving so fast you couldn’t see it.
“Look I don’t mean to be an Ass, but if you could leave me alone. Go save someone who wants saving” you tried to walk faster but he kept your pace.
Damn super powers. “Well it’s my job to make sure you get home safe, super-hero thing? You know?…” he joked but saw the bland expression your face held.
“Fine…but your gonna have to listen to my drama…” you warned slightly and he smiled as he held out a hand in-front of you.
“Part of my job” he smiled, or at-least you thought he did.
“I knew her, I met her once before. And she helped me escape my home, right?” You asked mostly to no one. He hummed in response, “but that’s not what’s really bothering me.
I don’t even think he’s cheating, it’s that I don’t even know why she has his phone. Because he’s been ignoring me all week…” you kick a rock as you pass by a lamp post. “Oh, has he done this before?” The flash asked as he kept moving so fast you couldn’t see him.
“He’s always been forgetful, maybe late. But…look I don’t wanna talk about it anymore…could I tell you my address?” You asked turning to him.
But the fear and panic on your face must’ve made him uncomfortable because he moved away to adjust his mask slightly.
“Yeah, I’ll run you there myself…” he smiled, “my own Uber…” you joked as you got on his back.
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When you got to your apartment you offered to let him inside, have a drink. He did, but he kept his mask on. You both had been laughing at something.
It felt wrong, but having someone to talk to right now. It was perfect. But you wished he was your boyfriend. You missed Barry Allen.
At one point you must’ve been ranting about how cool it was to have a beer with your hero. And he leaned in to kiss you, you fell back off your chair and he sped around to catch you.
You climbed out of his arms and made sure there’s was enough distance. “Uh, look Barry and I…we’re having a hard time, but I’m still with him..” you tried to politely reject your hero.
You felt really uncomfortable, and The Flash stoped moving as fast. “Well your boyfriend is really…really sorry…” he phased out of his suit. Wearing normal clothes as his suit fell to the ground.
“Barry…” was all you said. Was all you could say. “I’m so sorry, for lying. And not trusting you to know I was the flash…” Barry started but you hugged him. “Look, we can talk about all of this. And we will…” you spoke as you paused to look him in the eye.
“But I just wanna cuddle, today was a mess. This whole we has been. Can we please just talk about this tomorrow?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him.
He nodded and sped you both to your bed, you climbed in under the blanket and went to wrap your arm around him.
And you spoke no words after that until morning, you fell asleep instantly. But when you woke up this time, your boyfriend was still there.
☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!fem!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie
☁︎ summary: in which ellie takes her favorite phone sex hotline operator out on their first date!
☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, interactions with men, dirty talking/praise, fingering (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames, slight mention of petplay, let me know if i missed anything else pls.
☁︎ a/n: back by popular demand, and to thank you all for 1k. i love u all from the bottom of my heart. thank u all so so so much. also there will be NO PART 3! s/o to my girl @clearheartgreyflowers for staying up w me til 3am writing smut LMAO
☁︎ word count: 5,124
☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 1
thursday, 1:15am → ongoing call with sir steven (ft. lauderdale, FL)
sir steven (client): thank you, sugar. did good as always, pretty lady.
sugar: no problem, sir.
sir steven (client): have a good night, darlin'. good night.
the line clicks on the other end, and you finally let out a big stretch, able to relax as you close the hotline for the night. you made 13 calls tonight, which usually wouldn't be enough to help with bills, but much to your dismay, ellie had been sending you money nonstop.
it's been a couple of weeks since you first met her in the library, and since then, you've seen each other here and there, most of your communication being made through texts and calls, as you both have been extremely busy with final exams and work. barely getting any real time to spend together besides having lunch together or walking to class when the time allows it.
however, ever since you revealed to ellie your real name and gave her your personal phone number, she's been using it to her advantage — sending you money through applepay/paypal, paying for food to get delivered to your apartment when you tell her you haven't ate that day, or getting uber's or taxis to pick you up when she wasn't able to come get you herself.
she was very persistent in being your provider, insisting that with her income, she could support you full-time and buy you everything you needed and more.
but you didn't have it in you to just quit this hotline gig. you didn't want to feel like you had to rely on ellie, and the last thing you wanted was to burden her with your own issues.
thursday, 1:30am → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)
you: ellie...?
ellie: hi baby.
you: why are you calling the hotline? you have my number, silly.
ellie: what? can't check in on my girl?
you couldn't help the flush in your cheeks. ellie never failed to make you blush. she always made a point to flirt, hard, and you both weren't even in a relationship, yet.
you: what can i do for my favorite client?
ellie: hm, how does going out with me on saturday night sound?
you: like...a date?
ellie: yeah, don't you think we're a bit overdue for one?
you: sure! what should i wear?
ellie: 's up to you. you make anything look beautiful.
you hated how easily she made the heat rise to your cheeks.
ellie: are you blushing?
you: ....no.
ellie: liar. just for that, you owe me a kiss on our date.
you: hm, we'll see.
ellie: guess we will.
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saturday couldn't have arrived any faster, and by the time you knew it, it was 6:00 in the evening, almost time for your first date with ellie.
you couldn't make up your mind on what to wear, trying on different outfit combinations, determining which one you think ellie would like more.
groaning in frustration, you seemingly settled on a baby blue dress, with a light and warm cardigan. the weather was absolutely perfect for this type of outfit, not too hot with just the slightest breeze.
as you touched up your makeup, swiping on your favorite gloss, you couldn't seem to calm the nerves boiling in your belly. what was there to be nervous about? you were going on a date with one of the coolest and prettiest girls you have ever seen in your life.
overthinking every possible worst-case scenario that could happen tonight, you took some deep breaths, shaking off the images of you possibly falling on your face, snorting while you laugh, or accidentally passing gas in front of ellie. oh god, if that were to happen tonight, you didn't think you could ever face her again.
you would have to change jobs. and schools.
"god, jesus, whoever, please have my back tonight," you whisper to yourself, suddenly jumping at the small 'ping' coming from your phone.
unlocking your phone, you see it's a text from ellie:
ellie <3: I'm on my way up baby, u ready?
you: yes! i'm ready hehe
you take the time to lace your shoes at the front door, giving yourself a quick one-over in the mirror to see if you were presentable, at the least.
two soft knocks on the door resonated through your apartment, and you took a deep breath as you unlocked the latch, mentally preparing yourself for tonight.
swinging the door open, you're greeted by the tall, emerald-eyed girl.
"hey, baby," she greets, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek, "you look gorgeous."
your eyes fell to the ground, cheeks flushing with crimson. get ahold of yourself. you're acting like a teenage girl with a puppy-love crush, you echoed in your mind.
"thanks, els. you look pretty cute too," you compliment shyly, looking down at her fit — a white shirt complimented with a red flannel and dark-washed jeans. of course, hair styled in her signature half-up ponytail and sporting her white and black converse sneakers.
"ready to go?"
"yeah, let's go ahead."
"cool, just parked over here in the parking lot."
taking hold of your hand, the two of you head out to the parking lot, and she takes the lead in guiding you to her car. her hands felt warm and clammy— and you wondered if ellie was feeling just as nervous as you were.
and she was.
ellie was freaking the fuck out. from the outside, you appeared calm and relaxed, which put her at unease. were you not excited to be going out with her? were you going to like what she planned for tonight? what if you absolutely hated the date she organized? it'd tear ellie's heart to pieces.
but ellie couldn't overthink, especially not right now. she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her, and she only had to think of the present — you.
ellie fished out her keys from her pocket, briefly letting go of your hand to unlock the car and open the passenger side door for you.
getting inside, you mumbled a quick 'thank you'. as ellie scurried to the driver's side of the car, you scanned your eyes around the interior of her car.
what the hell? was she driving a...dodge hellcat? you knew ellie drove, but you didn't know she drove such an expensive muscle car. how much money did she make being a dealer?
her car smelled just like her, fresh and musky, and she kept it fairly clean.
ellie piled in the driver's seat of her car, putting the key in the ignition and turned on the engine.
"soooo, where are we going?" you queried.
"that's a surprise," ellie smirks, and suddenly she places her hand behind the head of your seat, turning her neck to look at the rear windshield as she backed out of the parking spot.
you swallowed thickly, focused primarily on how hot she looked doing something as simple and elementary as reversing her car. the way her neck flexed, the way her arm tattoo looked by your face, and the way she was concentrated on moving the vehicle — suddenly turned the heat up in this confined space.
"you okay? you look a bit warm," ellie asks, interrupting your train of thought.
"huh? yeah, no, i-i'm okay," you smile meekly, "it's j-just a little warm in here."
"oh, sorry," her hands went to turn on the air conditioning, the gentle breeze of cool air providing relief, "there you go. better?"
you nod, "much better, thanks."
"wanna play some music?" she asks, holding her phone up.
"hmm, you can put whatever you want on. i wanna see what type of music you're into."
"okay," ellie says with a wide smile, "suit yourself."
approaching a stop light, ellie uses the window of opportunity to tap away on her phone, searching for her favorite song. the song 'the spins' by mac miller plays throughout the car at a mellow volume.
"great taste. i love this song," you chime.
"yeah? me too," ellie states, "i loved mac miller since like, forever."
eyes gravitating towards ellie, you couldn't help but get lost in a daze at the way she drives, the slight spread in her legs, one hand on the wheel, the stray strand of hair that falls in her face — she was dangerous.
and ellie could feel the burning gaze you were searing on the side of her face, "you okay there?"
"hmm?"
"you keep staring at me."
"oh— uh— i'm sorry. i didn't mean to—" you sputtered, ashamed that you'd been caught red-handed.
"it's fine, baby, no worries. just wanted to know if there was anything on your mind was all," ellie briefly tears her eyes away from the road to check on you.
you had to quickly think of an excuse, something to save you from this embarrassment — "just thinking of where we're going."
the girl chuckles, "well, we're already here."
the neon lights were the first thing that caught your attention, then the rapidly moving contraptions, and lastly the laughter from the crowds of people.
"we're at the carnival?!" you squealed, unable to contain your excitement.
"yea," ellie muttered sheepishly, "uh— i saw on your instagram how you shared the posts about wanting to go on your story, so i-"
you cut her off with a forceful hug, "oh my god! ellie! we have to get out now! let's go, let's go, let's go!!"
"alright, baby, let me put the car in park-" she began, but you were already halfway down the entrance.
-
"wow! ellie! that one was so fun! it was exhilarating!" you breathed out, fueled by the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins after riding the 'slingshot' rollercoaster.
ellie couldn't be any more amused, smiling down at you, "yeah? you liked that one, babe?"
"yes! i loved it!" you squealed, but as the adrenaline wavered, you began to feel that familiar rumble in your stomach, "it did give me an appetite, though."
"wanna get a little something to eat?" ellie's hand is securely interlaced with yours, guiding you towards the various food stands.
you nod, "mhm, i am starved."
"just tell me what you want, and i'll get it for you, m'kay?" she gives you a smile and squeezes your hand as your eyes scan the numerous items to choose from.
"hmmm, i think i want some funnel cake," you suggest, "we can share it."
"sounds good to me," ellie shrugs and you both fall in line. she orders and pays for the sweet treat and the worker hands her the food, as you find a vacant picnic table to sit at.
digging into the crispy, creamy treat, you couldn't hold back the moan of delight that came from your mouth.
"oh my god! this is amazing!" you moan, whip cream getting all over your lips.
ellie was too busy hyper-fixating on the cream that sat on your lip, and before thinking about anything else, she swiped it off your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.
"mmm, delicious," she commented, then consumed the dessert as if nothing had happened.
leaving you stunned, you gulped the cup of water she gave you, attempting to soothe the heat seeping down below.
"so, which ride do you wanna get on next?" ellie spooned more of the funnel cake in her mouth, looking up at you, awaiting your response.
"not sure, why don't you choose? i picked the last one after all," you clean your spoon off, getting every last bit of leftover ice cream.
"we can ride theeee..." ellie scours the carnival rides, "...the haunted hospital."
your heart fell to your stomach, you hated anything related to horror.
"oh no..ellie, i don't think i'll be able to ride that—"
"are you scared?" she taunts in a playful tone.
"yes. i'd be covering my eyes the entire time, el."
"good thing you have me with you, i'll fight anyone who gets too close to you. promise."
"fine."
when you both finish the funnel cake, you quickly discard it and ellie rushes you over to the line to the haunted attraction, but as the line goes by quicker than you anticipated, the fear began to set in deeper and deeper.
"ellie, i'm scared," you whisper as you both approach the front of the line, watching the people in front of you climb into the little mechanical car and disappear into the darkness.
"hey, i'm here, baby," she coos, rubbing your back, "besides, it's all fake, okay? 's not real."
and on cue, the attendant calls you both up, "next!"
walking slowly towards the black cart, you get on first and take a seat, with ellie following closely behind you.
"alright, hands up," the attendant commands as the handlebars latch down and lock onto your lap, "keep your hands and feet in the cart at all times. have fun."
as the cart begins to move forward and ascend into blackness, you curl into ellie's body and her arm instinctively wraps around your body, holding you tight.
this is exactly where ellie wanted you, up close and personal. she wanted an excuse to hold you all night, and after seeing the 'haunted hospital' sign, she knew this ride was the perfect place to do that.
your heart was pumping in and out of your chest, preparing for the worse to pop out and jump-scare you.
"ugh, i can't look," you stammer, covering your eyes. ellie takes hold of your wrists, gently taking them away from your face.
"hey, just focus on me, okay?" ellie whispers, her hot breath fanning in your face, "it's just me and you."
"o-okay."
and the fear that took habitat in your belly faded away, your mind zeroed in on ellie and how close she was to you. if you even breathed too hard, you probably would’ve accidentally kissed her.
but luckily for you, ellie was five steps ahead.
she reached her hand out to cup your cheek, resting it on the soft, warm skin of your face.
"can i kiss you?" ellie asked, her mouth taking over her brain, but she didn't mind it. she wanted to kiss you. she's been wanting to kiss you ever since she heard your voice that night she accidentally called you.
“please. please, kiss me.”
leaning in, ellie pressed her lips on yours, her other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you in closer. her lips were soft and inviting, and they tasted sweet — they were definitely a good distraction from the horror props popping out at different intervals.
her lips leave subtle pecks along your lips, enamored by how your lips tasted, and how it left her wanting more.
ellie pulls away, inciting a small whimper from you, “the ride’s about to end, babe.”
“hmph, okay,” you pout and ellie pecks your lips again.
“we’ll have plenty of time to continue later,” she reassures you with a laugh. as the both of you emerge into the light, back to the entrance of the attraction, you notice your lipgloss smeared all over her lips, eliciting a small giggle from you.
“what’s so funny?”
you point to her lips, and her eyes dart down to her face, using her sleeves to wipe off the pink gloss from her mouth as you both get off the ride.
you smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you both stroll around the carnival, “sorry, that was my fault.”
ellie smiles and shakes her head, “don’t worry ‘bout it,” she says coolly, “hey, let’s go over there. there’s no line.”
pointing to an attraction behind you, you turn around and follow her trail, your eyes settling on the ferris wheel.
hand in hand, you both get on the little capsule of the ferris wheel, the employee holding it sturdy so you and ellie would have time to climb in.
they latched the door closed and you both begin the slow, upward descent.
“wow, the view is beautiful,” you breathe out, astounded by how pretty the lights looked in the city as you towered over the area below.
“yeah, the view certainly is beautiful, huh?” ellie murmured, but she wasn’t staring at the view. her eyes were on you, taking in how breathtaking you looked in this moment — eyes glimmering in amusement, perfect, plump lips slightly parted, and hair a bit messy from the breeze, but framing your face in all the right places. she took her phone out, snapping a quick picture, never wanting to forget this moment.
she moved seats, before, sitting on the bench facing you, and now sitting right beside you.
“uh, there’s something i have to tell you,” ellie began, her nerves shocking every cell in her body.
“yea? what is it?” you ask, turning to face her, “is everything okay?”
“yeah, yeah, i just—” ellie bit her lip nervously, “i just really like you. like, i think about you all the time. when i first heard your voice that night i dialed you, i just knew i had to talk to you again. there’s just something about you that always brings me back and— fuck, i never thought i’d find myself catching feelings so hard for a girl before.”
your cheeks were hurting from how wide your smile was, but you didn’t care. ellie put her arm around your shoulder and held your hand with her free one, leaning in closer.
“what i’m trying to say is that— i really, really want to be with you. i want to be the one who you tell the weird stories about your clients to and i want to be the one to take care of you after a long day at class. i want to be the one who protects you and who you share your favorite meal with. i just— i really want you to be my girlfriend,” and before ellie continues any further, you cut her off with a kiss.
“if this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, the answer is yes, ellie williams,” you answer, briefly pulling away for air.
ellie’s smile grows wider, “cool,” she quirks before connecting your lips again.
-
the sun was long gone and the moon had taken over the night sky. but your date with ellie was far from over.
after spending an evening filled with thrill rides and greasy, fried snacks, you and ellie both decided to calm things down by taking a walk along the boardwalk, occasionally strolling up and down the pier.
“would you say this has been a good date so far?” ellie’s eyes flitter toward you, her arm slung over your shoulder as you stride down the various closed stores and restaurants of the boardwalk. it was empty, only one or two people passing by, but other than that it was only you two.
“mmm, i’d give it a…six out of ten,” you tease, gaining a scoff from your new girlfriend.
“a six? seriously?” she shakes her head, “damn, not the response i was hoping for.”
“i’m just kidding, els,” you giggle, “this date has been amazing. i loved every bit of it. thank you.”
you lean over and press a small kiss on her cheek, watching how the vermilion scatters across her freckles.
“now that’s more like it.” ellie laughs, continuing the promenade forward, with no destination in mind.
your eyes settle on this small, old-fashioned photo booth tucked away in a corner of the boardwalk. the sign above it flashing ‘PHOTOS: 4 different poses’. it was the perfect idea to end the night and have a little souvenir to remember your first date.
you let go of her hand, dashing towards the photo booth, ellie confusedly following after you. you open your bag, searching for some change, and you insert four quarters into the small coin slot.
“let's go inside,” you enthuse, excited to try out the photo booth.
ellie went inside first, taking a seat on the extremely small bench, barely leaving any space for you to sit beside her. the booth was such a tight enclosure, only allowing enough space for a maximum of two people.
“i— uh— don’t know where to—” you stammer, but she interrupts you as she grabs your hips, sitting you down on her right thigh.
warmth rose to your face, feeling secure and sturdy sat upon her leg. ellie closed the black curtain, covering the entrance and blocking any light that would shine through.
“okay, we have three minutes and four poses,” you say, turning your neck to look down at her, “what should our poses be?”
“i dunno, i’m sure we’ll look great doing any. we can jus’ do them as we go along,” ellie shrugged, and the photo booth began to count down from five.
sitting up straight in her lap and fixing your hair, you and ellie put on a smile, and the light flashes white, signaling the end of the first pose.
for the second pose, you turn your head and plant your lips on ellie’s cheek as ellie scrunches her nose up, and the flash lights up for a second time.
for the third pose, you loop your arm over ellie’s shoulder, and you both look each other in with adoring eyes and loving smiles — flash.
you both couldn’t even bother getting ready for the final pose, too lost in each other’s admiring gazes to think properly. you were focused on the jade green of ellie’s eyes, wishing you could jump in and swim in the pools of emerald. ellie was hooked on your face, and memorizing every detail like her life depended on it — tracing her eyes over your pouty lips.
and as the countdown went to one, ellie smashed her lips onto yours, her arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer. this kiss was different from the ones from before — there was urgency, there was eagerness, there was a burning passion, one you’ve never experienced before.
her tongue shoves into your mouth, tasting the mint you’ve chewed previously. immodest and perhaps, pornographic wet sounds from your mouths resonate throughout the small photobooth. one of her hands trail from your hips towards your tits, groping the soft, pillowy flesh underneath your baby blue dress, eliciting the faintest of whimpers — a sound ellie has been dying to hear again.
you couldn’t help the arousal building up in your core, compelling you to grind your crotch against the denim fabric of her jeans.
“e-ellie, i— i’ve never—” you struggle to let out, pulling away from her lips, a trail of spit lingering on your bottom lip, and her lips plant sloppy, wet kisses along the side of your neck.
“we can stop if you want, sweet girl,” she murmurs against your skin, and you quickly shake your head.
“n-no, don’t stop, p-please,” you gulp and with your approval, ellie’s other hand goes down to hike your dress up, bunching the fabric up around your waist. her hands push your legs apart, and she lifts one of your thighs up to rest on the wall of the photo booth. you were exposed, the only thing concealing your bare, pussy was the thin fabric of your panties.
she sat back against the corner of the booth, leaning against the wall and allowing you space to lean against her body as well. her hand cupped your panty-covered crotch, rubbing against it.
the sudden friction made you jolt, your breath picking up, “b-but what if— what if someone hears us? or—or sees us?”
“then you better keep it down, pup.”
ellie’s hand slips inside your panties, her index finger sliding between the warmth of your folds, drowning in the wet, hot juices leaking out from you, “fuck.”
you let out a pitiful whine, needing more pressure, craving satisfaction. the nights after that call with ellie, your own fingers no longer sufficed the needs your body demanded. you tried so hard to replicate the same feeling ellie gave you that late evening, but there was no avail as you realized the only person who can truly serve your body correctly was ellie.
“p-please, more,” you begged, hoping she would show you mercy and give you what you wanted.
“please, what? huh? use your fuckin’ manners,” she snides in your ear, breath fanning against your neck. you immediately knew what she was inferring.
“please, daddy, please. i want more,” you bucked your hips up to her hands, and she happily obliged. two of ellie’s fingers made their way to your throbbing and swollen clit, applying pressure as her digits created circles.
you couldn’t suppress the moan that emerged from your throat, clamping a hand shut over your mouth, careful not to alert any strangers nearby, knowing people would still be able to hear despite the thin, black curtain covering the photo booth.
“you look s’ fuckin’ pretty,” ellie whispers against your neck, and her hand grabs your jaw, turning your head to look at her as she smushes her lips against your swollen, red lips.
a stream of melodious moans vibrated against ellie’s mouth, and she was drinking it in, savoring the sound of you against her lips. the way ellie’s tongue fucked your mouth felt ungodly, and almost immoral. someone who harbors the power to make you feel how you do is something close to the devil, as pleasure this wonderful was sinful.
her fingers disappear from your clit, leaving you feeling empty.
“open.” ellie orders and you part your lips. she pushes her fingers in your mouth, and you suck them clean, your tongue lapping the salty juices like a puppy desperate for water on a hot day.
“such a good fuckin’ girl, shiiit,” ellie praises, slipping her fingers in your pussy, continuing the circles on your hardened clit.
“you know what good girls like you get? huh?” ellie’s fingers pick up speed, “they get to cum. you wanna cum for daddy, baby?”
unable to think of any response, you nod your head up and down.
“use your words, pup.”
“yes, daddy. puppy wants to cum,” you whine out. that was enough for ellie to give you what you wanted. one hand rubbing circles your clit, her other hand pushes your panties to the side and inserts one finger in your leaking hole, gently sliding it in and out.
“ellie!” you cry out, astounded by the added pressure. her finger was long and filled you up almost, completely.
“gotta stretch you out, baby. get you ready for my cock,” ellie smirks as she slowly adds in another finger, still maintaining her slow, neutral pace.
your pussy clenches around her fingers, and you scrambled around to grab ahold of anything you can get your hands on. you were drunk on ellie, the way she talks to you — almost condescending — combined with how she had you writhing under her fingers. you were unequivocally hers. you were ellie’s.
she added a third finger to your clit, applying more pressure on your sensitive clit, and her fingers began to pump faster inside your pussy, coating it in a thick, creamy layer of your juices.
“god, you’re such a pretty fuckin’ girl,” ellie kisses the side of your neck, “look at you, making a mess all over my hands, like a filthy pup.”
all your mouth would utter was these weak, pathetic whimpers and moans, fucked out dumb and stupid. you don’t even think you could remember your name right now.
the familiar feeling of your orgasm coming undone begins to rise, accompanied by a new pressure you feel in your abdomen — the urge to push.
“daddy, think m’ gonna— p—pee,” you stammer, not wanting to embarrass yourself and closing your legs, “it feels like i have to—”
“baby, let it happen. promise it’s not piss or anything,” ellie reassured, figuring this was your first time squirting. “just let go, sweet girl.”
the sweet sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout the confined spaces of the booth, just how ellie liked it. it was music to her ears.
the feeling of your walls tightening around her fingers told her that you were just right on the edge, and she was going to give you that push to fall over and come undone all over her hands.
the pad of ellie’s fingers massaged figure eights on your pussy, almost tracing infinity signs on your clit. her fingers found rhythm and continued thrusting her index and middle fingers inside you, curling up to rub the flesh of your walls, hitting just the right spot and emitting an angelic moan from you.
ellie was in heaven and she had this honey-sweet angel melting under her touch.
you squirmed in her lap, your back instinctively arching, about to come apart in this small photo booth.
“daddy, i’m about to— can i? can i cum? pretty please?” you cried out, almost pleading, like you were begging for your life, but you felt like you were going to simply die if you didn’t finish right now.
“yes, pretty baby, cum all over me,” ellie coaxes you through your orgasm, “make a fuckin’ mess, puppy.”
you came undone, falling apart right there. your pussy clamped around her fingers, a stream of milky-white cream trickling onto her hands. your body overcame your thoughts, and you pushed out — releasing a gush of watery, squirt all over the place. spurting out, imitating a fountain.
ellie pulled her hands out of you, and brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. still coming down from the high that was your orgasm, your breaths came out heavy and unlabored, a tear falling down out of the corner of your eye and streaming down your cheek.
“you alright, babe?” ellie asked, fixing your panties and pulling your dress down.
“y-yea, i’m okay,” you stutter, standing up and exiting the photo booth, finding the boardwalk still deserted. legs still shaking, you trip over your own feet and lean on the walls of the booth for support. ellie took hold of your waist, ensuring you don’t fall.
“hey, look, our picture,” she points out, taking the strip out from the slot and showing the black and white photo to you.
ellie smiles at the strip, “we look good, huh?”
you nod, still simmering down. ellie takes notice of your state and plants a kiss to your lips, rubbing your waist soothingly.
“how ‘bout we get outta here and get some real food? sound good, baby?”
Anna Williams did not run through miles of forest nor face off with an infected with literally only a switchblade and sheer desperation all while fucking IN LABOR, then cut her daughter's umbilical cord with her own hands, clean her up, name her, love her, and hold her for hours even as she knew and felt that she was dying, prepared to stab herself with that same switchblade to save her baby, then beg her lifelong friend to take her girl somewhere safe where she could grow up happy and protected only for Marlene to fuckin sacrifice that girl, that baby she swore to her dying friend to take care of, for a shoddy at best chance to save an already irrevocably shattered world. Both the Williams ladies deserved better than that.
i can't believe the fireflies survived so long by being stupid enough to tell probably the most dangerous man in the country that they are about to kill his daughter
꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 17.8k word count , both ellie & reader are 20 , fem reader , drug usage ( ellie smokes weed hello -.^ ) , virginity loss , dom / sub dynamics , established relationship implied ( not rlly spoken about 'til the end ) , mention of jesse havin' a lil crush on reader , squirting , fingering , oral sex ( r. receiving ) , stone top ellie , some pining , lots of mushy feelings , cum swallowing , reader has pubic hair , strap on usage , bit of self insertion , nipple play , pet name usage ( ex. mama, baby, babe, good girl ) , a cunny slap worked its way in there , mentions of the reader having curly hair / hair long enough for bows , ellie's head over heels for you 's literally insane .
maisie's note to you .ᐟ . . . this is a long one :> i dunno how it came to this but it's here n 'm soooo happy C: . i love ellie williams just a lil bit too much and as a direct byproduct of such love -- here is this monstrosity of a fic. timelines may be a lil' fuzzy cuz my memory isn't that great . title of work inspired by this song . minors do not interact . . do not !
from a bud, a timid bloom, to a kinetic flouret. repeat. sunlight, oxygen, water, nutrients — yes, nevertheless, not only that . . . space and time as well. people seem to forget those two — the most critical, elemental aspects.
the lifespan of flowers has fascinated you since you were a little girl. naturally, without fail, you did seem to gravitate towards beauty over all other technicalities. whether it be above the most simple things such as a fuzz-ball tipped, glitter ink pen over a simple, blue ballpoint, a dangling, hello kitty keychain instead of a plain lanyard, or a satin scrunchie over a black hairband.
you are, and arguably always will be, a person that values and treasures the grandeur beauty that the world has to offer.
given jobs such as the compound’s horticulturist, culinarian, stable worker, occasional hair stylist all brought you the sweetest joy. having been living, surviving, existing within an apocalypse since you were a mere seven years old, your purity and innocence got ribboned into thin shreds by the horrid death of your father and sibling happening right before your eyes, going days upon weeks with little to no food in your stomach, and having to kill, fight, and hurt both cbi infected and non-fungal, simply fucked up human beings alike just to make it out alive. and you suppose that maria knows that.
your mother’s best friend, your surrogated aunt — she’s been with you throughout the ordeals, knew that you didn’t deserve to live a life like the one you’re forced to. not the little girl she had held in the hospital, cradled within her embrace, yawning and whimpering with big, glistening eyes squinting almost angrily ( admittedly cutely ) at the bright fluorescent lights ahead of you snapping them shut with a huff. not the little girl who danced barefoot in the backyard just to feel the soft frills of the grass your mother made sure to keep healthy and trimmed kiss your feet with soft whispers that only seemed to make you giggle. and surely not the little girl who, no matter what, no matter where, gently kissed the scars of her loved ones without a moment’s hesitation — always murmuring about how the best cure, the best medicine are a few, little kisses and a bunch of love.
maria vowed to keep you safe, and if that meant showing a little favoritism with assigning job taskings, so be it.
you, her, and your mother stumbled upon a compound by the name of jackson when you were twelve, back then the little colony burrowed right after the neck of the woods, downhill and bounded by mountains only housed about thirty people max. showing natural initiative and headship, maria worked herself up onto the council, brought your mother aboard to add a bit of cushioning on heavy decisions on subjects such as patrol matters and route mappings.
for two years, you finally were able to rest again, to smile again, to find the bits of happiness and beauty in the world worth living for again.
then you turned fourteen . . your birthday came and went about a couple weeks before two unknowns showed up, on horseback with maria in tow. jackson, now a little more full, slowly but surely more homes, stores, and workshops being established — hot food and clean water was becoming a regular thing now instead of a luxury, you knew that maria had to have had a good reason to have brought the strangers inside the walls of your home, personally herself.
you locked eyes with ellie williams for the first time after she hopped off of a horse, your favorite, named bucky. back then, you realize it now, her toughness had been a façade — a mask eclipsed in front of tender juvenescence for survival, much like every other kid on earth.
as the man she came with embraced tommy, a guy you have caught on several occasions slipping out of maria’s front door during the wee hours of the morning, you had stood on the outskirts of the stables, rusty bucket in hand sloshing with warm water . . your eyes felt stuck.
they trembled each time you tried to move them. you could only stare at ellie, lips parted in fascination, and she had simply glanced at you . . before looking over at bucky, back at you again, at tommy, then you again.
when her face started to scrunch — eyebrows folding in close, corners of her lips downwards in a clearly irritated lour — no doubt annoyed from your gazing, you had quickly turned your head and shuffled back towards the wellspring you had came from without a second look back.
for days, the girl tormented your mind. you found yourself staring up at the ceiling inside of your bedroom, replaying the encounter over and over — noticing more small details about her than before. her fingernails caked with dirt and grime, the freckles you could see from a mile away that littered the entirety of her face, how they got a little more sparse towards the edges of it, how her hair lightened up to a more golden copper in the sunlight as opposed to the dark rust when she stood in the shade.
learning that she had left, not even an entire two days later had your gut wrenching with a weird feeling. why?, you wanted to ask tommy as you crouched in your nightgown at the arch of the living room’s entryway, shrouded behind a tall fern where he conversed with your mother and maria. “they both should be back, though.”
a tensed silence hangs over the room for a moment, unease and doubt practically dripping off of the wooden beams onto the crowns of your heads. ‘should.’ tommy’s word choice had been certain of the fact but you all know what waited outside these walls. nothing was ever resolute in these times.
never the one to hold her tongue, your mother couldn’t help but quietly ask, “are you sure, tommy?”
his answer was quick, “positive . . . i know my brother.”
you’ll be honest, in the days to come, when weeks spun into months, you had forgotten about ellie. preoccupied with doing your part in helping make jackson continue to run smoothly, attending math and english lessons taught by your mother at the kitchen table through old pre-calculus and oxford english textbooks, and frankly, maturing and growing the same way anyone else does as they become older, the pretty, red headed girl had slipped into the furthest nook inside your mind.
until, she popped up again about four months later, accompanied by tommy’s brother.
a bit of a celebration had been thrown in the dining hall, welcoming joel and ellie into the city and in honor of their safe return. and as you sat quietly, tummy full of roasted deer and baked beans, you admired ellie again from afar, finding that the shade of her hair had reminded you of the finest red marigolds.
it’s hot today.
your mother estimated it to be at least ninety eight degrees.
you feel it in the soil where you crouch down in your flowy, pink, sundress — when you dip your fingers inside, breaking through dried dirt to feel the moistness that resides in the roots. parched.
“tch,” you click your tongue with a soft huff, thumbing your fingers over the gentle petals of your camellias. “gotta bring you babies inside.”
outside of your home, your begonias and sunflowers had been thriving, petals seemingly glowing bright with intensity and a happy blush — almost sparkling. but your marigolds . . . your marigolds were absolutely perfect. the simple sight of them makes you give a happy, little squeal, making sure that after carefully digging up your camellias with a trowel and setting them in a wheelbarrow, you use a cultivator to scratch the dry soil, remove the weeds, and spread down an even, thick layer of mulch to protect and moderate the temperature of it.
“how they doin’?”
you hadn’t heard the footsteps padding through the curved walkway that’s bordered with hydrangea shrubs and chipped, little gnomes that tommy had scavenged up for you after a patrol a few months ago. jesse’s voice makes you turn on your haunches and place your watering can down softly on the grass. the sun is beaming so bright, golden disc hanging in the air almost menacingly, you have to lift a hand to provide a cover for your eyes to look up at him.
“huh?”
his skin is more tanned than usual — makes sense as to why when looking at the weather.
at your question, the corner of his lips lift a bit and he motions behind you to your flower bed.
“o-oh!” how silly. you giggle and turn back around to look at them. they already seem much better than when you first came out here to see them. “very good. jus’ . . givin’ them some water so that they can stay hydrated, y’know?”
“mm.” you hear his steps near and you notice how carefully he moves when stepping on the grass to crouch down near you with his elbows on his thighs and hands dangling between them.
everyone in town knows how you are about gardening and your flowers, especially. ‘you’re teachin’ everyone to be more gentle,’ tommy had told you one day with a knuckle ruffle to the top of your head. ‘ ‘preciate that, sweetheart.’
“they are lookin’ good,” jesse murmurs, letting his eyes flit over the plants. “sum’n out of a magazine catalogue. nice.”
you give him a playful nudge with your shoulder, feeling the fluffy rounds of your cheeks heat with a scalding flush. “stop.”
you’ve known jesse since you were both thirteen. what had started off as some frail, little boy — he had been shorter than you for like . . ever, until one day, you swear, he had turned sixteen and sprouted like a beanstalk — is now, what he’d say, a grown man. buzz cut now a thick, healthy layer of hair that stopped near the base of his neck, round cheeks hollowed out to whittle a finely etched jaw, and no longer was his arms and legs so thin . . they’re thick now and impressively carved with thick sinew and brawn to reveal his true strength. puberty had grabbed jesse by the throat and molded and shaped him to someone you find hard to recognize sometimes.
“nah, ‘m serious,” he licks his lips before giving you a little, crooked smile, flicking his eyes from yours to your hands that had took hold of the watering can to begin dousing the flowers again with some much needed hydration. “so, listen—“
a high pitched squeal steals both of your attention.
your heads turn over your shoulders to look down the avenue where you could see dina laughing as she jogged away from a splatter of water that splashed out from a cup someone had been holding. someone who had to walk a little bit closer for you to see who it was.
ellie.
your face softens — smile drops and eyebrows relax above your eyes.
ellie.
six years had done her well, too.
she’s smirking, pulling her arm back to lift the cup up to her mouth and swallow the rest of the water that was inside. it was so hot today — the girl had sported only a thin, white, cropped tank top and a pair of baggy, tan cargo shorts with her favorite, admittedly filthy, high top converse . . the most skin you’ve seen on her in years, you think.
the gulp you take upon your eyes lowering to watch the line of her throat bob as she swallowed was somewhat painful.
she had gotten taller, too — soared from a petite five foot three from when you first saw her to a somewhat towering five foot nine. after years of patrol, you’ve come to notice the striking biceps that flexed whenever she had to lift something or even just moved her arms a certain way. but you never . . ever noticed the abs that chiseled her flat abdomen until this very moment.
her short hair, stopping only a bit after her ears, had been pulled into a small bun today with a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead where tiny droplets of sweat beaded the surface of.
as her and dina get closer, you can hear her say something, “—like i’m gonna fuckin’ fall out with a heatstroke.”
her voice — the biggest shift, you’d say — no longer pitched and high, but almost three octaves deeper . . peppered with a slight rasp that makes you want to give a little, dreamy sigh each time you hear it.
her eyes catch yours before jesse’s — she seems to observe you two . . and quickly. they flick from you, to jesse, your bodies, then up to your eyes. she doesn’t say anything, just lifts her hand up to her temple and flicks her wrist with her thumb, index, and middle finger out to give jesse a quick, little salute.
you notice how her eyelids lower a little bit when she looks at you again, how she sucks the inside of her cheek between her two molars to hide a smirk? a smile? before she turns her head back forward to look down at her feet then lifts it back up. how she continues to walk beside dina like she doesn’t know you.
that.
you don’t . . get that.
you snap your head back to your flowers and you squint at them . . as if they’d hold the answers as to what ellie fucking williams is doing to you.
the two of you have never really gotten close, be it you both never really having the same job taskings, on the same sleep schedules, sharing the same hobbies . . you don’t know.
but, you’re cordial . .
she’d give you a small ‘sup’ in the dining hall prior to squeezing pass to go sit beside joel to discuss the next day’s schedule, slip you a warning if maria was having a shit day to let you know when to avoid, kinda . . . somewhat . . actually saved your life from an especially angry runner on the rare patrol you went along on. you don’t get her.
there are some times when she looks at you like you’re someone she’s never recognized before — then other times where you think you’re a literal honey glazed rib roast and she’s been starving for days. it’s confusing.
“—‘s a small, little get together at the bar,” jesse’s talking. you hadn’t even notice. you blink a few times and shake your head as if to physically erase ellie’s face out of your brain then lift it to give him your full attention.
“mhm?”
he smiles, “was thinkin’ you’d like to come. think it’s gonna be me, you, dina, naiya, ellie, jason, about ten more others . . it’ll be fun.”
your lips round out at the news, “oh . . oh — uhm,” you glance off to the side, briskly running the invitation over again in your brain for a moment. “yeah, sure. mm, i’ll be there.”
“yeah?” jesse’s smile seems to broaden. “alright. fuck, yeah. it starts at eight, don’t come too pretty, hm? gonna get wasted out of our fuckin’ minds.”
giggling, you watch him stand, “mhm, alright, jess. whatever you say.”
the night is humid.
the sun had long set, leaving behind the moon and an ink painted sky jeweled with tiny stars. a pink, shoulder tie, strapped dress dotted with cute, white daisies and a heart shaped, center boob cut out is your fit for tonight. it’s short — really short, lifts up to your high waist when you raise your arms so you have to slip on a pair of white shorts underneath. however, in your honest defense, it’s light . . and airy . . feels like nothing on your body and you desperately need that.
no amount of showers could rinse off the mugginess that resides on your skin, product and aftermath of a horrible, hot day.
being jackson’s very own, crowned princess had its perks.
everyone knew you made your own lipgloss, eyeshadows, and blush. there’s been numerous instances where someone will drop off coconut oil, beeswax, and little packets of glitter at your doorstep, aware that you use it all for your little cosmetics. gifts such as hair rollers, wooden hairbrushes, and sometimes even pretty, ankle length dresses had been personally delivered to you — mostly by tommy and maria, occasionally jesse, and once ( surprisingly! ) joel had given you an antique, pearl bordered, handheld mirror he had found with a gruff ‘thought you’d like this.’
you dip the pad of your middle finger inside of the little, glass pot that holds the sticky concoction of your strawberry flavored lipgloss prior to dotting it upon the plump surface of your lips to complete your entire look.
you like the person who stares back at you through the mirror — she looks pretty.
“the prettiest,” you whisper with a satisfied ‘hm’ and head nod.
the mid-calf length western boots you wear click against the wooden stairs as you hurry down them and out the door with a quick goodbye to your mother.
you love jackson at night because the short, street lamps come on . . the fairy lights that droop across the fronts of shops and the stable twinkle . . and the soft chatter from them and the houses in between seems to echo off the mountain’s terrain.
you walk slowly with your hands behind your back, eyes flickered up to the illuminating, full saucer that is the moon and hum a soft rhythm to an unknown song that had been stuck in your head for a few days now. “how pretty,” you whisper to yourself, tilting your head to find the big dipper.
the bar is only a short travel from your home, right beside a shop meant to trade things for ammo, extra arrows, and blades. you can already hear loud laughter and the bass of a slow paced blues song coming from the establishment a mile away.
pushing open the louvered doors, you’re faced with a pack of people . . immediately locking eye contact with jesse in a far corner hanging by the jukebox with a beer in hand under the low, warm lighting.
he sings your name all low and playfully, opening his arms with a slow shuffle of his shoulders making you roll your eyes with gaiety before walking inside of his embrace. “mm.” he gives you a firm squeeze, lifting you up off your feet to make you squeak and hold him tighter.
“jesse! put me down, oh my god!”
“told you not to come lookin’ so pretty,” he sets you back down on your feet slowly ahead of pulling away. his eyes are darker when he’s not in the sun, they stare into yours without a hint of bashfulness. “wanna drink?”
you quickly look away and shrug your shoulders, “yeah, sure.”
he leads you to the bar where you greet everyone on the pass by, settling down in a stool in front of seth, the bartender. “moonshine for the lady.”
seth snorts a bit while he dries a jar with a clean rag. “please. princess of jackson? drinkin’? must be a cold day in hell.”
quietly, you mutter, “is it strong?”
seth gives a shrug, “mm — can mix it with some lemonade, iced tea, ginger ale. what you got a taste for?”
“hm, lemonade, please?”
seth slips off to go make your drink, leaving you to swing your legs back in forth as you sit in your rotating chair. you turn to jesse, watching him kill the rest of his beer, slam it onto the counter then wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. you scrunch your nose, staring at the glass bottle, “so nasty,” you mumble. “tastes like . . foot juice.”
jesse smirks, “foot juice? yeah . . well, this foot juice makes me feel good and that’s all that matters.”
“disgustin’.”
he leans in close and mocks your voice and expression — nose scrunched and all, “disgustin’.”
you push him away with a laugh. “how’s your mom doing?”
“all good. she’s good . . been askin’ when you’re gonna come to dinner again.”
your eyebrows lift to showcase your surprise. you had long forgotten about the dinners you used to have with the family on every first friday of the month. “oh, tell her soon. i’ve just . . been so busy with my tasks and helping my mom around more.”
jesse shakes his head, “ahh, no biggie, no biggie. it’s all good. she knows, but just . . hurry please. ‘cause she’s been hounding me to bring you back.”
at the same time your moonshine had been served, ellie walks through the doors of the bar with two more behind her, all carrying bowls of something hot with swirling steam evaporating into the air above them. “little somethin’ from the dining hall to keep you fuckers from puking your guts out.”
everyone whoops and hollers as whatever it is gets set down, plated, and offered out. your tummy growls upon realizing that it was your favorite — tteokbokki. tasty, chewy rice cakes buried underneath a thin layer of cheese and a spicy, thick sauce covering it all. you like to lay at least four to five of them on a spoon and slurp them all up at once. “mm,” you hum happily as you chew, adoring the sticky feel of the rice cakes glueing to the grooves of your teeth.
“that good?” jesse teases.
“the yummiest.”
throughout the night you spend some of it talking and reminiscing with jesse, babysitting your drink, and occasionally getting up to dance when offered a hand from another one of your friends. it’s fun. this . . this is what gives you the motivation to keep living. knowing there’s another day to smile and drink and laugh and eat with some of the people you care for most. your heart can’t help but feel full about two hours in and you’re seated at the far end of the bar, new bowl of hot tteokbokki in front of you with a glass of cold water on the side.
you had started to feel a little woozy only about half of your moonshine in. jesse mumbled something about how you were a ‘lightweight.’
you’re slurping two rice cakes between the pucker of your lips when someone slides into the seat two down from yours and you’re chewing when you look up — meeting eyes with ellie who had reached over to the other side of the bar to grab a flask buried underneath where the top half of the counter protrudes out. “he always keeps the good shit to himself,” she mumbles, sparing you a quick glance. “can i count on you not to tell?”
you swallow slowly, fixated on the almost pellucid, jade green of her eyes. you nod.
“hm.” she opens it, takes a swig, and winces as she gulps it down. you catch sight of her holding what looks like a small, brown stick between her fingers. “fuck, that’s strong.”
she takes about two more before placing the flask where it properly belongs. more quietly, almost timidly, you go back to eating, watching her pull the stick up to her lips, inhale, then seconds later after holding it in, thick billows of smoke pour out from her nostrils.
oh.
you want to smack yourself for being so silly. a joint.
the two of you sit in silence for a while. you eat and she smokes.
the corner where you both sit in is dimmer than the rest of the room where everyone had been mostly dancing now, swaying and rocking to the slow beat of what you recognize as the floater’s float on.
“you don’t really come to these things, no?”
it takes you a moment to recognize that ellie had been talking to you, motioning to the atmosphere of the function. “hm?” your eyes widen. “uh, no . . yeah, no. not really.”
one of her legs dangles to the floor while the other foot steps on the ledge provided underneath the counter. her elbow is jutted out towards you with that same hand on her thigh. ellie takes another slow drag of her joint, eyes almost drilling a hole into your face. her gaze is intense, makes you want to melt into the floor where you sit. “mm, why not?”
you give a slow shrug.
“we’re not good enough for jackson’s princess?”
ellie watches your face closely. watches how you your big, doe eyes get all large again, how your face slowly begins to smoothen over with offense taken. good.
“what? no — that’s not it a-at all, what? i jus’ . . i don’t go out. that has nothing to do with anyone.”
ellie chuckles. it’s low and deep, putatively emerging from within the furthest parts of her throat. “alright, alright,” she holds one hand out in yield. “my bad.”
she can tell that she hit you where you didn’t like it. you look back down at your bowl, eyebrows furrowed and — oh, look at that. your glossy bottom lip is jutted out just the tiniest bit . . . you’re fucking pouting.
ellie can’t help but feel her heart give a tight, little twist. “sorry,” she tells you softly, reaching a hand across the counter to get your attention, bending her neck slightly to meet your eyes. “hey, ‘m sorry. didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“you didn’t,” you grumble.
“mhm.” ellie lets her eyes cart down the length of your arm to your fingers that grab hold of your glass of water to bring up to your lips. your fingernails are painted — of course they are. trimmed and filed neatly and laminated with a glittery, pinkish nude shade. and you wear rings . . all gold. one on your index, a twisted band. two on your ring, one that holds a pink stone and a simple band on the higher crease of it. and one on your pinkie, heart shaped.
she watches you swallow a few gulps of water before setting the glass back down, tries not to focus to much on how the spiciness of the rice cakes had your lips all plump and flushed more bright and now the water has them all glazed and sleek. looks like you’ve been kissed within every inch of your life — pure debauchery.
“you’re a bit of a brat, yeah?”
ellie, once again, catches you by complete surprise. you gape, “. . . excuse me?”
the freckle faced girl shrugs, taking another pull, “you’re like,” her voice sounds choked as she tries to speak while holding the smoke inside of her chest. “you’re spoiled . . get everything you want . . . a spoiled brat.” she speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, as if stating the sky was blue or how the ocean’s cold.
your heart feels like it’s galloping in your chest. the longest conversation you’ve had with ellie williams and she’s insulting you left and right. “i am not spoiled. and i am not a brat. what—“ you stop yourself. you have to.
ellie can’t help but let a lazy little smile start to lift her lips as she watches you close your eyes, inhale a deep breath, and blow it out calmly.
“what is your problem?” you ask more quietly.
“don’t have one. jus’ askin’ questions.”
“well, your questions suck.”
“mm, in your opinion.”
ellie will be honest . . . she thinks that the longer she pushes your buttons, the more fun this night gets. you’re . . cute. it’s entertaining. “you’re sitting here . . at a bar . . dressed in a frilly, pink dress, hair and make up done, smelling like . .” ellie sniffs in your general direction. “f-fucking coconuts? . . i mean, c’mon. you’re a spoiled fuckin’ terror.”
you’re quiet, letting her words sink in . . admiring her body language. no longer is she sitting forward, she’s turned towards you, practically leaned into the seat that separates you both. you know what she’s doing — trying to get a reaction out of you. and you don’t know why, but you’re not opposed to her attention . . not at all ( thinks it has something to do with remnants of the moonshine still rippling through the lines of your veins ). to push it even further, you want more.
and so you turn towards her, tilt your head just the slightest bit, and softly ask, “. . . are you flirting with me, ellie?”
it’s funny how she clams up. how her face goes the reddest you’ve ever seen, how she chokes on the last pull of her joint, and adds some distance between you both.
yeah . . .
you turn back forward and smile into your bowl of lonely, floating rice cakes, astonished with how you even managed to gather up the courage to do what you had just done. it’s warranted, you tell yourself while listening to her clear her throat and hiccup as she slams her fist into her own chest.
a few tensed seconds of silence pass. despite your brave performance, you’re scared to look up at ellie to catch the aftermath of her composure. the chair beside you creaks as it turns. your spine pulls taut when ellie slides into it to sit beside you. up close, she smells like weed and pine. strong and earthy. you close your eyes and inhale a slow breath, still not picking your head up.
ellie takes another long drag. up close, you can hear when her soft lips wrap around the joint and when they pull away from it as she releases the smoke. “and if i was?” her voice is low . . teetering a bit on playful. “thought you were jesse’s girl.”
oh.
oh . . .
you pull your head up to look at her. you think this is the closest you two have been in physical contact since you’ve met. her lips are pretty . . oval in shape and a faded, almost unnoticeable pink shade in tone. nose a straight downward slope and slender. you blow out a soft breath through your own, “and if i was?”
ellie’s lids fall halfway into her eyes and she gazes into yours beneath her lashes, “tell me you are and i’ll back off.”
you smile — little, confident mask finally falling and you look away, all sheepish and sweet. that’s all the answer ellie needs right there. “. . thought dina was your girl.”
“she’s not,” ellie shakes her head then licks her lips. “never have been and likely never will be.”
you acknowledge her words with a simple ‘hm’ and sit back against your stool, looking across the room where jesse stood by a booth with cat, maintaining a conversation with her withal sporadically glancing over at you then ellie, face smoothening over into an expression unreadable.
you look away.
back at ellie.
up close, you can see how light brown freckles not only mist the surface of her face, but her arms and legs, too. what’s more, you notice a sunspot or two, plastered upon the hill of her shoulder and another on her thigh, just above her knee. languidly, keenly, you let your eyes drag up the length of her neck, taking heed of her holeless earlobe, how when she folds her lips inside of her mouth, the action causes a slight dimple in her left cheek to crater. ellie’s . . . pretty. she’s always been so, so pretty to you.
“does joel know that you smoke?”
she turns her head back toward you. your question makes her eyes glimmer with amusement. she doesn’t smile though — not too hard. “does joel . . know that i smoke?” she repeats just underneath her breath, lazily bringing the joint back up to her lips. she never answers you, just fixes you with a stare rich and dense enough to make your entire body heat up as she takes an especially long pull.
you shake your head, idly, giggling a bit, “you’re bad.”
ellie makes sure to turn her head to blow the smoke away from you — away from your pretty face and your pretty dress and your pretty everything. “oh, i’m bad?”
“you are,” you nod and laugh a bit harder.
finding the joint almost touching the cushions of her fingers, ellie stubs it out, licking her lips while murmuring, “yeah, i can show you bad.”
“ellie!”
both of your attention is caught by dina who has her arm flapping in the air above her head. she’s on the other side of the room, beside a few more people you recognize as jason, naiya, and michael, who were all huddled in a booth. “come look at this shit! michael has even more of those hero trading cards than you!”
“load of bullshit,” ellie clicks her tongue and shakes her head, sliding to the edge of her seat to place a foot flat on the floor. “oh, uhm,” she turns back towards you, eyes focused somewhere below you both and to the side. her jaw tenses as she, plausibly, tries to find the proper words to say. “ ‘m free after my patrol tomorrow . . and i know you work the stables on sundays so . . .”
she’s already taking a few steps backward, hands shoved awkwardly in the deep pockets of her cargos. you know what she’s implying — knows that she’s . . asking you out in her own ellie type of way but . . you want her to say it. you drop your chin onto the palette of your interlocked fingers, nodding with interest. “oh, yeah?”
ellie stops, huffs a little sound between a scoff and a groan, and throws her head back. what a little pest, she can’t help but think. had she known you would be this much of a tease and taunter, she would’ve came at you with an entirely different approach. “y’know what? fuck it — ‘m picking you up from your assignment tomorrow. you can wear your . . dresses or skirts or whatever,” a tint of roseate spans across the area of her nose as she rubs the back of her neck and looks at your hands, your arms, your neck, your hair — everywhere but into your eyes. “but, where we’re going, you’re going to need a change of clothes.”
you giggle and drop your hands into your lap. “okay, ellie,” you utter softly. your heart feels like it’s quivering within your chest.
“okay?”
“mhm.”
she smirks a bit, “alright. i’m gonna,” she motions behind herself prior to spinning on the heels of her shoes. “y-yeah.”
you can hardly sleep that same night.
cruelly, your mind fights to conjure up the encounter and hang out invitation from ellie as a dream, or rather, more of a nightmare if going by how your heart dropping at the simple thought of it all being a tale or lie made you feel. you find yourself smiling as you eat breakfast come the next morning, giggling gently to yourself as you walk to the stables come nine am to begin your task, and even blushing as you find the end of your shift nearing.
you proud yourself on keeping your cool for when you finally see ellie again, seated upon a trotting shimmer with a faded, weathered dad cap worn backwards on her head holding golden woven strands of auburn back. she’s smiling a little bit when shimmer comes to a stop at the stable’s exit gate where you stand, crossed arms leaning on the upper bar and chin plopped upon those. it’s hot again today — you have to squint a little to make out the charming lines that etch out her face.
“hey,” she greets smoothly, voice thick and deep. “you ready?”
you nod your head slowly. “mhm.”
she repeats that lowly, “mhm? yeah? c’mon up here then.”
you squeak a little as you place the left sole of your boot upon the thick wood of the gate to further hoist yourself up to climb upon shimmer with the help of ellie’s forearm. “oof!” you huff a breath when you’re all settled behind her, butt sliding further down in the saddle so that your thighs are cradling ellie’s slim hips.
“you good?” she asks, angling her head over her shoulder to look at you. “comfy?”
“ ‘m all good ellie.” you can’t help but feel a little shy. last night, you both had only sat beside one another and that alone had you a mess, today, you both are literally, downright, flat-out touching — thighs to hip, hands to waist, back to front.
“alright.”
exiting the walls always has you tensing up. you find that your hands start to shake, your neck gets a little sweaty, and you can’t help but snap your head left and right over your shoulders as if a swivel was joined to the pinnacle of your spine. “stop worrying,” ellie had sung quietly, steering shimmer into a brisk jogtrot through an array of trees and bushes, pushing toward where you know an abandoned town resides about an hour east. “i’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”
her words evokes memories of the first time she had saved your life . . . only about ten months back. you had been too preoccupied with finding a necklace on the ground of the radio tower you were sent to go patrol on — simply been a pretty seashell linked upon a piece of thick twine, but you found it precious. bending down to pick it up and dropping your flashlight from inside the pocket of your jacket had alerted a runner from inside one of the closed booths. by the time it had got done pounding down the glass door down to fly out at you, ellie had emerged from only heaven’s know where and fired two bullets within the runner’s skull before it could make three steps toward you.
unconsciously, you fist the fabric of the ratty, old baseball jersey she wore tighter. “i know,” you respond softly. “. . you seem to always do.”
ellie scoffs a little snort, “why wouldn’t i? . . . your mom . . maria, tommy — they would all fuckin’ kill me.”
you inhale a sharp, scandalized gasp, “that’s the only reason why?”
she laughs — it’s a cute, loud thing composed of more breath and snickers than anything. “no, no. sorry, ‘m sorry . . . i’d save you ‘cause you’re cute, too.”
you roll your lips inside of your mouth to keep from grinning too hard, “yeah, i bet.”
when you let ellie’s words sink in — like, really sink in . . ‘i’m not going to let anything bad happen to you,’ you find that when you relax, when you place your trust and safety within the cups of the girl’s hands . . . riding through the woods with ellie is nice. listening to the tweeting of birds, shimmer’s clamoring hooves, the gentle sound of ellie’s humming, seeing the silvers of gleaming sunlight peer out through ragged slashes of branches and foliage . . being surrounded by greenery — it’s nice. you sigh an easy, serene sound through your nose, closing your eyes, then tilt your head up towards the sky. “ellie?”
“hm?”
you hesitate to say, inarguably, ask what you want to ask. and ellie doesn’t push, she stays quiet, waiting for you patiently which allows you extra time to gather up the courage and question, “what made you think that jesse and i were together?”
it’s a few moments of silence — quite honestly, you thought she hadn’t heard you given how lightly you asked the question, however, when she gives a little chuckle, you think you feel your ears perk to listen. “uhm,” she starts lowly. “i dunno, you both . . have always been close, yeah?”
“mhm.”
“and, i mean . . on patrols, he’d bring you up like — all the time. when everyone’d get the day off, you two would spend the whole day together and ’s jus’ . .” ellie shrugs. the longer she talks, the more the tone of her voice dries, as if the topic of the conversation had been draining every emotion out of her. she pauses again for a moment, this time to huff a little laugh again only this one was much more forced. “. . i don’t — i’m not . . . listen, ( ♡ ), i jus’ didn’t want to step on any toes.”
you take in what she says — every word, every unspoken emotion. you understand it all, because you’ve thought the same between her and dina. it’s as if the two of them gravitated towards one another when ellie had first moved to jackson and became inseparable ever since. be that as it may, you recognize that it’s not dina who’s holding onto ellie right now as you ride horseback to a location only she knows, but you. and it’s not jesse who’s shoulder you’ve been uncontrollably blushing into for the last ten minutes, but ellie’s.
maybe it was by this logic that had you timidly admitting, “. . . i’ve always thought you were pretty, ellie.”
you want to giggle at how hard you feel her body tense up. how shimmer gives a little snort and grunt when ellie’s heels dig into her ribs and as she murmurs and quickly tries to force herself relax again, “o-oh, shit. 'm sorry, shim’ . . m-my bad,” she shushes shimmer’s whines prior to clearing her throat. this whole time she had been leveling her turned head to talk to you more easily without raising neither of your voices — the angle had gave you a nice view of her cheeks. now, her head is now straightforward . . and in the vein of last night, you bet her face is as red as a rose. “y-you can’t jus’ . . say shit like that, oh my god.”
bashfully, you whisper an ‘okay.’
ellie’s quiet again . . . it’s nothing but the rustling of leaves and shimmer’s clopping hooves until she utters,
“honestly . . i’ve always thought that you were fucking breathtaking.”
it’s edging into about an hour and a half when ellie finally makes it to you guys’ destination. somewhere that included having shimmer guide you both over hilltops and trails and through a riverbed until a thick wall of vines and bushes are opening up into a gorgeous waterfall and lake big enough to fit at least half of jackson. you gasp, having to tilt your head to look above you both at the gorgeous cascade of loud, rushing water pouring down the edge of a cliff, shrouded with thick mats of moss along almost the entirety of it.
“ellie?!”
you can’t hop off of shimmer fast enough to hurry to the lake where tiny schools of white crappies and sunfish had waded and swum about through the crystalline water. draping over the waterfall, practically dripping into the lake were long stems of creeping jenny, a plant you’ve only seen in one of your many, many horticulturist magazines, a plant you’ve been dying to see in person since you got into gardening. the entire sight had been something out of a movie.
tying shimmer up after letting her have a drink, ellie walks over to stand beside you, smiling gently at your marveling expressions. “you like it?”
as if her voice had broken you out of a daydream, you snap your head to her to look into her eyes and give tiny, eager nods. “yes — oh my god, yes. this is beautiful. i love it, ellie.”
she lets you walk around the perimeter of the lake, ooh’ing and ahh’ing over a new fish you’d see or a pretty flower while she picks a nice location a few feet away from the edge to take off her pack, kneel down and unzip it to pull out a blue and white gingham blanket. while she unpacks, you kick off your shoes and socks, walk to the shallow edge of the lake and dip your feet in. “w-waaah!” it’s freezing, as expected, but after having been sweating your skin off for the past week, you quickly. adjust. “how did you find this place?”
“uh — me and joel . . there’s another little town about twenty miles from here . . has a mall we stopped by at.”
when you look over your shoulder, when you see that a picnic was part of this surprise too . . you can’t help but cover your sweltering cheeks as ellie waves you over. “c’mere.”
you’re pouting when you carefully sit down beside her, feeling your heart squeeze and inflate almost painfully at the cute, little heart shaped sandwiches, containers of plump, ripe berries, and fresh salads. “ellie,” you’re mewling, pleasantly surprised — feeling so many emotions than you knew what to do with. “i’ve never had anyone do this for me . . thank you.”
“stop it,” she grumbles, turning her hat around the proper way to tip the brim downwards. “it’s not like you don’t deserve it.”
ellie lets you eat until your heart’s content, only having a sandwich and few strawberries herself due to her unable to keep from staring at how cute you appeared when you took a bite almost too big that had your cheeks fattening up at the crests and eyes squinting into pretty demilunes, all in effort to make you chew slower and swallow. in a way, it is hard for her to believe that the two of you were together and alone . . . finally. she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of this exact date with you since her and joel had stumbled upon the waterfall, would be an even bigger liar if she said the feelings that had been growing for you over the past six years only to continuously be stomped down are now raging inside of her without an anchor to stop them.
when you giggle and relay little stories about your childhood before the outbreak, ellie wants to hold you. when you tell her about the death of your father and sibling happening right in front of you and your mother’s eyes, she wants to never let go. when you lighten back up with a smile, turning the subject to flowers and plants — gushing to her about your favorites as your eyes literally fucking sparkle and shine . . . ellie thinks, wait, no, she knows that she wants to kiss you.
and ellie has never been the one to hide how she feels — her face a constant betrayer in persistently revealing her true emotions. when she hears your words die out on your tongue mid sentence, how your glossed lips split open a bit, and your eyebrows relax . . she knows that you saw.
“what?” you had asked sweetly, head tilting in just the cutest fucking way. “do i . .” you touch your lips with your fingertips as ellie inhales a breath between her teeth and quickly looks away. “do i have something on my face?”
“no,” ellie shakes her head. “no. you’re fine.” you’re perfect.
you hum. “. . . wanna get in the lake with me?”
ellie doesn’t think you’d let her refuse.
emerging your bodies in the water feels like pure bliss. the lake is deeper than you think, you have to keep yourself afloat by continuously swaying your arms in and out as you wade about . . curiously inching toward a fish only for it to bolt away. the third time it happens, you giggle, going to turn to show ellie only to see nothing but the water surrounding you. “. . ellie?”
you turn again, thinking you heard a shuffle behind you though . . nothing. “. . . ellie?”
you’re heart rate slowly begins to quicken in pace the longer you try to look for her, only to find her gone. you start to think about the dangers that surround you, the dangers that may have gotten her, how you’re going to live knowing you’d never know what happened to her when suddenly you feel something clasp around your ankle underwater.
you scream — it’s a loud, shrill shriek of terror that easily rivals the waterfall’s volume as you fight to wriggle whatever it is that has you and swim to the edge to get out of the lake . . only when you’re about two wades away, you hear the sound of someone or thing emerging from the water, a gasp and then loud, familiar laughter.
“are you kidding me!”
ellie’s laughing so hard that soft pearls of tears slide out of the crinkled outer edges of her eyes. “oh, f-fuck . . oh fuck!”
you pull your arms back and jolt them forward to send a hard, big splash right into her face, however, if anything, that only seems to make her laugh harder. “ellie, that wasn’t funny!”
“f-f-fuck,” she’s wheezing, reaching for the ledge of the lake. “o-oh my god, i think i have to pee.”
still, in spite of her laughing at your fear and mocking your little scream, you can’t help but focus on how beautiful she looks with her hair wet and pushed back off of her face, flat on her head, exposing the flawless perfections of her features. from her freckles, to her high, angled cheekbones, her thick, dark eyebrows and the little scar etched vertically down across the tail of the right one, splitting it into two. you’re nibbling on your bottom lip, staring at ellie with this dreamy . . faraway look in your eye and — really. you’re making this hard for her, so, so fucking hard.
you both don’t know when you drift towards one another, but you do. you wade with each other in the middle of the cold lake, beside the waterfall and you stare at ellie . . waiting for her to do what you’ve been wanting her to do to you for the past six years and ellie smirks, she smirks like she knows exactly what you’re thinking and shakes her head the slightest bit. “you don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me half the time,” she mumbles, eyes closed and face angled away as she rubs the corner of her eye.
“hm?”
ellie sighs, “. . stop it.”
you don’t get it. “stop what?”
she groans, throwing her head back, “stop . . s-stop making me want to . . . stop it, ( ♡ ).”
you push a little closer, until only about two inches of space separate you both. it’s a bold move — you’ve been making plenty of bold moves over these last couple hours but, coming to terms with the person ellie is . . you know she isn’t one to jump all into something without a little nudge to show her that it’s okay. so, again, you ask her gently, eyes peering up to hers through your pretty lashes, “stop what?”
ellie sighs out through her nose, head angled a bit to the side and downwards and a little simper plays on the curve of her lips. she’s breaking down, and she knows that you know. still . . .
you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.
the world seems to silence around you both. neither of you hardly even hear the loud sound of rushing water anymore. it’s simply you . . and ellie. ellie and you.
ellie closes what little space resides between you both until your chests are touching and your noses are only about a silver apart. you watch her eyes grow heavy when she finally allows herself to gaze down at your lips — plump, glossed, and pretty and allow yourself to do the same . . admiring the captivating shape of hers. “jus’ . . double checking,” ellie mumbles, face inching closer and closer to yours. “you want this, right?”
you nod, voice sounding as if it were lodged in your throat when you say, “uh huh.”
you don’t think she hesitates after that.
because of you both having to stay afloat in the water, she’s unable to take hold of your face the way that she wants to for when she finally smashes her lips into yours, and you’re unable to take hold of her waist the way that you want to to hold on. ellie pushes you though, she swims you backward with your lips moving until the both of you reach a more shallow part of the water where it stops at your waist and your feet are on ground. only then is when she’s able to cradle your face between her calloused hands and kiss you truly the way she wants to.
her lips move fluidly, initially slowly, and she kisses you deeply — has the both of you taking in a little gasp of breath each time your lips separate only to gravitate back for more.
you feel your hands trembling when they go to touch ellie’s forearms. you can feel the shaky tickles of her breaths through her nose intertwining with your own and — oh, she’s nervous, too. sweet ardor and warmth blooms within the expanse of your chest. “ellie.” you mewl her name through the soft, honeyed sound of your lips continuously meeting and leaving and you don’t know why . . . you think it’s you trying to come to terms with this being real as if pinching yourself while dreaming.
she’s here . . right in front of you, kissing you.
and ellie feels the same way — can’t help but chuckle softly on the pillows of your lips which only makes you smile onto hers. “fuck,” she mumbles, prior to leisurely pulling away, still cradling your pretty face between her hands. she admires her work . . . your dilated pupils and now-swollen lips. she has no doubt that she probably looks the exact same way.
she had kissed you breathless. you’re still trying to catch it as you let the pad of her thumb touch the delicate skin of your bottom lip. “that was good, right?” she asks, gentle, green eyes finally snapping back up to yours which makes you do the same.
you nod and smile, “. . was perfect.”
ellie’s cheeks go pink, “yeah?” she murmurs. her face is tipping back forward again, you don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it but when you kiss again . . somehow this one just feels even better.
you fall asleep on the ride back home.
you both had spent the whole day at the waterfall, swimming about, playing water games you hadn’t partook in since you were a child before the outbreak, taking turns trying to scare one another . . kissing, and talking more about each of your lives. it’s no shock as to why ellie finds your chin plopped onto her shoulder and face tucked into her neck as you give these quiet, wheezy snores, arms draped around her midriff tight. you both had a long day.
aware of the fact that it was rather dangerous to fall asleep on a jogging horse, with anyone else, ellie would have woke the person up with a firm elbow. you, however . . . she makes sure to take both of your arms wrapped around her within one of her own and hold you tight.
“mm,” you’re gently moaning when you hear the loud, ear-grating bellow of jackson’s gate opening, eyelids pushing open the slightest bit to allow as minimal light into your pupils as possible.
ellie gives a gentle squeeze to your hand, “finally back, pretty girl.”
you rub your cheek along the surface of her shoulder, holding onto her tighter when the two of you are allowed entry. the sun had been setting, swirling tones of indigo, pink, and tangerine seamlessly together similar to watercolors on a canvas. you don’t want to let go of ellie yet . . . especially not when shimmer’s granted into the stables which leaves you both needing to unload. “c’mon—“
“—don’ wan’ you to go.”
you could still be delirious on sleep, ellie wants to believe that’s the reason as to your straightforward phrase. albeit, given as your other displays of affection towards her over the last twenty four hours have been candid and square-shooting . . . she knows you’re speaking on a clear mind. “no?” she asks softly, turning her head as far as it can go without hitting yours to look at you whose chin had been plopped upon her shoulder.
your lips are pouted, cheeks smooshed upwards which pushes the fat skin into your eyes, squinting them — fucking precious. “. . . then i won’t.”
ellie climbs off of shimmer first, offering you a hand so that you can jump down beside her and while rubbing your blurry eye, you watch her grab her backpack, holster it on then take the saddle off of shimmer’s back. she clicks her tongue, leading the horse into her designated stall by her bridle, “there we go. good girl.”
you both are walking past the market center, steps inching into the housing district when she says, “only if you’re comfortable with it . . we can head to my place . . watch a movie? play video games? whatever you want.”
looking up at her, admiring the soul-stirring aspect of the dying sunlight kissing the expanse of her skin, lightening her eyes into two, identical jewels of lucid sage — you look away, lean a little closer her way to bump your shoulder into her arm and nod. “movie, please?”
over the course of the next two months, you and ellie find yourselves virtually joined at the hip.
the only time you two aren’t seen with one another is when she, perpetually day-by-day, has to go on patrol. irregardless of such, when she comes back, she’s immediately in search for you to relieve you from your own tasks — taking you on another date outside the walls to overgrown botanical gardens and abandoned boutiques, inviting you back to her place when the both of you are in desperate needs of naps and quiet, sometimes simply grabbing you by the hand and pulling you towards the direction of your own house to the backyard where your pretty garden resides . . . and when finally asked why, she had only given you a little shrug, murmuring something about ‘watching you garden ‘s jus’ peaceful to me, i dunno.’
for the first couple weeks, there isn’t a single doubt within either of your minds that you were the star topic of jackson’s news. never really any judgmental stares — only knowing little smirks and chuckles when a resident would happen to see the two of your hands intertwined as you walk along side of a trail or seated upon a porch. it had made you smile . . made ellie huffy and flustered though you supposed, then and now, that any other reaction from her would’ve plainly been abnormal.
today, for what is strangely only the second or third time, the both of you find yourselves in your bedroom on a particular, dragging saturday afternoon.
ellie’s patrol got clipped a little short and your own job of being on the dining hall’s staff went by quicker than you expected. the both of you had been off by one pm and you finally gotten the chance to badger ellie into playing her guitar for you.
in the wake of your first date, when she had taken you back to her place and the two of you had watched toy story on repeat ( your wishes granted, of course ) and you caught eye of the acoustic six string leaned against the door of her closet, you’ve been practically begging her to hear a song.
for weeks she’s put it off — rudely changing the subject when you’d bring it up, telling you later — you suppose that now she’s finally out of excuses.
she sits upon the cushioned seat of your window’s alcove while tuning the pegs of the guitar and you’re upon your bed, seated upon your haunches. your heart pounds a little bit harder at the pretty picture ellie makes . . dressed in a pair of tight fitted, dark washed skinny jeans and a short sleeved, cranberry red unbuttoned shirt over a plain white camisole. she has another dad cap on today, worn backwards with a few messy strands sticking out from the edges along her smooth forehead.
“ ‘m only gonna play for you, alright?” she smirks, not taking her eyes from gently twisting and thumbing with the pegs. “no singing.”
you whine, body slumping against your mattress. “why not? i’ve seen your journal, you have like a dozen songs—“
without moving her head, she flicks her eyes over into yours, “no . . singing.”
“. . . fine,” you mewl, grabbing your stuffed teddy from your pillow to sit upon your lap and hug.
ellie inhales a breath and adjusts her position, moving her arms and positioning her fingers upon the strings along the fret. “ ‘kay,” she whispers with a sniff. “. . let’s see if you know this one, hm?”
the acoustics of your bedroom have the deep strums of the guitar distinctly ringing in your ears. your lips part in amazement watching ellie’s long, nimble fingers press down on and lift off of the necessary strings it takes to play . .
“gabby!” you gasp and giggle when ellie just smiles and continues playing. “by . . the internet! it’s gabby.”
she’s always thoughtlessly humming along to the melody while sketching in her journal or cleaning her guns. you’d recognize the song if it had been an ant singing it a mile away. flawlessly she blends the tune into another number by the band, one a little more upbeat . . one that has you huffing like an angry pufferfish when you can’t figure it out.
ellie’s smiling, tapping her foot to the steady, unchanging rhythm. “c’mon, you know this one.”
“i don’t.”
when she sees you pout, ellie can’t help but give you a hint . . a tiny one. she murmurs a lyric underneath her breath, head tilting left and right to aid you in the right direction. “i know she wanted . . .”
“. . somethin’,” your eyes brighten with realization. “lovin’, goin’, all the way — just go with it!”
she hums, giving you a nod, “think i’m in the presence of the smartest girl in the world.”
for only heaven knows how long, this game you two play keeps the both of you entertained. ellie finds a new song to play and makes you guess and you get most of them right — most of them. when you’re wrong, she’d hum a short lyric, panning you to the correct answer and . . it’s fun.
you know it’s not the game that makes your blood feel like burning honey racing through your veins to your heart to make the muscle inflate and flutter but ellie . . . day by day, hour by hour, second by second, the feeling seems to intensify when you’re with her. makes you want to scream and gnaw your teeth into whatever’s closest to you, yet . . right now, you settle for squeezing your teddy tighter within your small hands.
and of course, ellie notices . . . she always does. leaning her guitar against the chipped, laminated wood of your vanity, ellie’s eyes zero in on yours and she starts to frown, dark eyebrows pulling in close. you’ve grown quiet — too quiet. “what’s wrong?”
you shake your head, swallowing the knotted lump in your throat.
ellie leans in, legs spread wide, one hand on her knee and the other on her waist. bluntly, she tells you, “you’re lying.”
you shake your head once more and wave her closer, “e-ellie, c’mere.”
she doesn’t waste another second. standing to cross the short distance from the window nook to take a seat down upon your bed and face you, ellie cups your face within her left palm, her own softening with turmoil. you lean into her touch like a kitten starved, grabbing hold of her wrist with both of your hands. “you can talk to me, yeah?” she whispers, lowering her head when you shift your eyes downwards to establish eye contact with you once more. “what’s goin’ on with my girl, huh?” she thought you two were having fun.
when you sniffle — all alarms within ellie’s head seems to blare. are you crying? fuck, you’re crying — shit, why are you crying? what the fuck did she do?
“i jus’ . .” when you speak, your voice is soft and croaky and ellie just wants to die. never has she seen you cry before . . she loathes how this is making her feel. “i don’t want . . . this — us . . to . . change.”
“i know n-nothing is forever and, hm, especially now given . . how the world is but, i think . . . when ‘m with you . . none of that matters and . . you make me feel really, really . . . happy? and . . good and safe and warm and,” you sniffle again, dragging your forearm over your eyes. “i guess ‘m jus’ saying that i like you . . a lot — maybe too much . . . an’ ‘m sorry for crying but i jus’ feel very overwhelmed and i hope you don’t think ‘m crazy.”
with your ending comes trembly breaths and silence from ellie. you don’t want to look up in fear of seeing feelings of disregard and unreciprocated affection swimming shallowly within those eyes of light green you’ve come to adore — think it’ll quite honestly shatter your heart into a million, unmendable pieces. you hiccup and clutch your teddy closer at the sheer thought.
but ellie . . ellie makes you lift your head up so that your eyes can connect with hers . . . and she’s smirking. she wears a sort of cheeky, little grin on her face that makes you feel a burn spread across your nose bridge to your cheeks. “you fuckin’ sap,” she murmurs. “c’mere.”
she pulls you in close and kisses you.
and you’ve kissed ellie a bunch over these past few weeks — over and over. neither of you can’t ever seem to get enough.
having said so, this kiss feels . . different. and be it as it may, your previous, ardor-rooted rant or the past two thousand and one hundred ninety nine days of tension leading to this one in particular being the reason for such, you don’t know. but, you feel it when her hand slides down to your throat, then back up so that she can grab you underneath your jaw firmly and keep you still. usually, she kisses you slowly . . with finesse and lazy pecks — this time, she’s not allowing you to catch up.
you hum and drop your stuffie to knock her hat off and slide your fingers through silky, auburn tufts. ellie squeezes your throat just the tiniest bit harder and your last breath jumps. “e-ellie.” your voice pitches a higher octave when ellie pushes herself forward which causes you to fall back upon your mattress.
you two are a mess.
the sounds that bounces off of your four walls are nothing short of provocative. syrupy, wet noises of your lipgloss smearing across the both of your moving lips, rustling clothes and comforters, short hums, shuddering breaths, and soft whispers.
your tongue delves inside of ellie’s mouth when hers do yours. you taste sharp mint and light weed and it’s — intoxicating. nothing short of rousing that has the ends of your nerves electrifying and your legs slowly widening to allow her hips extra space. “i can’t stop . .” ellie whispers through a breath, taking hold of your wrist and pinning it beside your head to the bed. her voice sounds the slightest bit whiny. “c-can’t fuckin’ — why is it so hard for me to stop?”
you whimper and intertwine your legs around her waist as if honeysuckle on a wire. “then don’t,” you respond with bated breath, gazing up into her eyes. “i don’t want you to.”
ellie’s eyebrows are angled low and her lips are pulled into a straight line. she looks angry. “don’t want me to?”
you move your head from left to right slowly, “. . nuh uh.”
then that’s all she needs. she kisses you once more, fighting to use the toe of her right shoe to kick it off of her foot then again to the other. when you hear the topple of them falling onto your hardwood flooring, you seem to melt deeper into the springs of your mattress, loosening your limbs for when ellie decides to take both of your wrists and pin them down while tracing a sticky line of kisses from the column of your throat to your tits that sit up nice and full within the bustier of your white, lace, babydoll mini dress.
“so fuckin’ pretty,” she’s mumbling upon the warmth of your skin, letting your wrists go to trace quivering fingers up the outsides of your thighs to your hips, lifting your dress up. “always look so fuckin’ pretty.”
you help her take it off by lifting up and tossing it over your head when she pulls it. with the dress gone, it leaves you in a simple, salmon pink bra and matching pantie that had been white, printed with salmon colored roses with a lace border and tiny ribbon in the middle.
ellie kneels before you — the both of you still softly panting — and her eyes go a little wide as her eyebrows lift . . then she rakes both of her hands through her hair. the expression is indecipherable.
“w-what?”
she shakes her head. “nothing . . nothing, ‘s jus’,” she swallows. “fuck.”
she’s kissing you again and you smile upon her lips, draping your arms across the back of her neck. “jus’ sweet and soft all over, aren’t you, baby?”
her words makes an array of chill bumps rise along the surface of your skin. her tone is what makes a sudden rush of arousal surge out of you and dampen the crotch of your panties.
it’s a tone she rarely ever pulls out — you’ve heard it only once or twice. when wanting to test out her gun, she had only given you a head shake and little sidle of your name upon noticing your hand reaching for it. a little, ‘don’t . . you fuckin’ dare’ when you had tried it again a few days later. it makes her voice fall about an octave lower . . you want to snivel each time you hear it.
“ellie.” you huff a little breath of cute vexation, little body squirming under hers.
“what?” she whispers within the crook of your neck where her teeth sinks into a slather of flesh there, irritating a blood vessel for just a moment so that a blooming, bruise of dark wine can flourish. “what is it?” she sucks at that same bruise to darken the hue and your words die out on your tongue.
your voice is tinier when you whimper an, ‘oh god,’ heels of your feet pressing into the backs of her thighs to keep her close.
cute. ellie gives you another and another until she’s satisfied with the splotches of mauve and plum tatted all across your neck and chest.
it’s fascinating for her to see that when she finally pulls away from you to hover above, your eyes have glassed over and shine viscid and your little tongue moves against the roof of your mouth idly. it’s a face that ellie has only seen a few times before on an ex girlfriend — can’t help but find the expression that much sweeter and precious on you though. “s-shit,” and she giggles, grabbing you by the face to squeeze your cheeks in just the slightest bit. “got you dumb already? that fast?”
you sniffle and try to shake your head but ellie’s not buying it, not even for a second.
“mhm,” she hums and reaches underneath you to unhook your bra with a simple flick of her finger. “gotta see you, mama . . all of you.”
you allow her to pull it off and she gives a fond sigh at the sight when it’s thrown onto the floor by you both. pretty all over. your tits are warm and soft in the mountings of her palms when she cups them. curiously, she pushes them up a bit to roll the globes in nice, broad circles and watches your eyes close as you inhale a sharp, little breath and tense with the motion. “mmm.”
her thumbs slide across the textured skin of your areolae to the soft buttons of your nipples. you want to explode with embarrassment when she slowly starts to thumb with the precious nubs . . flicking and circling them about like controller nobs yet can only settle for throwing one arm over your blushing face. “ellie.”
she chuckles, soft and low, “cute.”
you feel the gentle, warm puffs of her breath against the swell of your tit before her tongue, nevertheless each sensation makes you give a little cry.
only after giving it a tender kiss, the entire breadth of the warm, pink muscle flattens over your right nipple prior to her wrapping her soft, full lips around it and giving the skin a nice, hard, singular suck that has the flesh popping free from her mouth with a loud bop’ing sound. your mouth drops open around a gape, chin tilting downwards to watch her pretty fingers dimple the dough of your breast between the pads of them to take a firm hold and lazily drag her tongue ‘round and ‘round the bud until it erects and glistens with her saliva.
“oh, god,” you whimper and drop your head back again when she suckles it again, this time holding it inside longer before releasing it again with a gruff, little laugh.
“oh, fuck, that’s precious,” she murmurs just shy of a breath. when she repeats the same act to your left, you think you feel the sap of your desire leaking out from your little hole trickle down the seam of your ass. you feel like a mess. your mind’s hazy and your tongue feels too thick for your mouth. the room’s air has gone thick and muddied with too much carnality and yearning than you could ever bear and — oh, you think. she’s going to literally fucking destroy me.
because ellie doesn’t look anywhere close to being done. her eyes have darkened, leaving behind two, murky pearls of emerald and — really, honestly you want to beg her to take it easy on poor you, show a little mercy.
unexpectedly, briskly, as if a passing thought ellie hadn’t realized she put into action until it was already done — her index and middle fingers slide on either side of your nipples to slot the nub inside the space between them and she squeezes them together with a little pull upwards added in the mix.
the action is so sudden and quick and your . . response is equally as shocking that the both of you are caught off guard. “a-awe!”
“shit,” ellie murmurs, eyes protruding wide. she’s unsure if your reaction was good or not. “ ‘m sorry, baby.” she leans down and lends each one a tender peck. “i‘m sorry.” she’s aware that it’s going to take some time to become acquainted with your body. that isn’t a fact she’s nescient to and she wants you to tell her what you want — what you’d like and what you wouldn’t prefer, regardless of what you think her own reaction would be.
taking her aback, “n- no, no,” you grab hold of her pinkie and ring finger within your fist, eyes wide and soft. “felt . . felt good, ellie. really.”
her eyebrows twitch upwards in interest as she begins to smile, “yeah? you liked it?”
“mhm.”
good to know. she pushes downward, inhaling your sweet scent of roses and clean linen on the way — fuck, how did she get so lucky with you? — kissing a mole there, a tiny scar there, then, “legs up.” she pats your thighs and slowly, you grab hold of the back of your knees, pulling them up toward your chest.
in this position, you’re exposed — everything out for ellie to see. she wants to coo upon seeing the damp patch that spans from the crotch of your panties down to the bottom of your ass. the sticky cotton squishes with moist sounds when she touches you with a single finger. “all this for me?” she can’t help but feel a little touched. how sweet.
you cover your face sheepishly though give a cute nod, feeling one of ellie’s fingers hook inside your little panties to pull them to the side. “oh shit,” the auburn’s eyes glaze over. “look at that.”
your pussy is, quite plainly, a work of fucking art. a fine dusting of curly hairs varnish your mound and lips, softer than satin. ellie has to pull them open with her thumbs to see and have access to your little clit, already hardened and throbbing with carnal frustration, begging for some sweet attention and care. and when she splits the lips right below it open . . she’s sure she’s met heaven, finally.
sweet, dahlia pink, bordered by a darker rouge.
it’s as if she’s pulling back layers and layers that had constantly became sweeter and sweeter until she reaches the center which is not only that precious, sugar coated clit but the hole that oozes your milky essence of bewitching decadence below, as well.
she had wanted to ease you into this — have you breathe, instruct her on what you like step by step, however . . there’s a beat of short, tensed silence and then suddenly, your panties are torn off, flung to the floor and you’re squeaking while ellie has a mouthful of your cunt.
“ellie . . e-ellie!”
she has your hips clutched within the plummets of her hands, securing them to the bed to keep you from moving too much as her tongue delves inside of your core, curling and weaving within your hole to swallow all that you give with satisfied sighs and groans. your taste can only be describe with one word — divine. distantly, ellie thinks she shouldn’t have done this. she doesn’t know when, let alone if, she’d ever want to separate her mouth from you again. you don’t know what you’ve done to her, what you continue to do to her.
your hips buck and her mouth follows, she can’t get enough.
your eyes feel as if they’re stuck within the back of your head. you’ve never experienced a sensation so . . . fulfilling. spending these past few nights letting your stupid, little brain push you through a downwards spiral thinking about ellie and her eyes and her hands and her smile and her tattoo and her lips against yours has left you with only the feel of your own fingers or edge of your pillow — never enough . . too many nights you’ve been left unsatisfied, pussy aching and weeping for something more.
this is perfect. you can’t help but tell her, voice enchantingly broken and quiet as you hold your legs up higher, “ ‘s . . s-so good, ellie,” you gasp and let them go to take hold of her hair in one hand and bite the flesh of your forearm on the other. “f-feels . . so good.”
her eyes lift to yours, wanting to see your face . . needing to see those darling facial indications she’s coming to learn that you’re too shy to proudly display.
popping off of your pussy with a slick puckering sound, ellie then reaches up and grabs your arm to pull it away from your mouth. “ ‘s jus’ us here right?” she whispers, trying to break through that fuzzy little barrier your brain had subjected you to after far too much pleasure being hit on your body back to back. still, ellie waits for you to nod — mom out at the stables, tommy and maria probably at their own home or on patrol, the house was quiet. “then lemme hear you . . stop fuckin’ hidin’ alright?”
you nod, cute nose wrinkling to sniffle, “h-hm, i’ll try.”
“you will.”
her name leaves your mouth through a whine, “ellie.”
“you stop or i stop. ellie’s givin’ you one last time.”
she’s serious. she’s dead fucking serious and you know it. pouting, you tip your head up and down, agreeing to her terms. you stop or she will.
ellie hums with content upon your soft agreement, tracing the pad of her middle finger down the line of your slit where she traces faint, pretty hearts upon your clit, watching your cunt clench and dribble another flow of sweet cream that leaks out your hole and down to the star shaped pucker beneath. “you ever put a finger in or no?”
timidly, you nod, “only one.”
“just one?”
ellie keeps her eyes on your expression when she slowly pushes her middle finger in ‘til the hilt of your warmth. there’s a paining ache between her own legs once she feels how desperately you try to suck her in, how tight you grip around the singular digit as if begging her to not let go. “poor baby,” she hums with a click of her tongue, watching you hiccup and knock your knees together, squishing your cunt between your thighs.
her finger is so much longer than yours — she reaches something that has you seeing stars behind your closed eyelids. “e-ellie, ‘ve never felt—“ your words get lodged within the vessel of your throat once she pulls her finger out halfway then pushes back in ‘til the knuckle. a sound you’ve never heard escapes your mouth — something in the midst of a sob and choke.
“shit, there you go,” ellie mumbles, palming her other hand over your tummy to feel it tremble. “there it is. c’mon.”
she slips in her ring and your trembling thighs compress around her wrist. despite your body’s obvious efforts to get her to take a breather, ellie’s stronger. she starts to stroke her fingers in and out without a single issue and is surprised to hear you finally give a precious, hard, little sob that appears to literally erupt from within the core of your chest. “oh g-god, ellie . . f-fuck.”
you sound so cute — so sweet, she can’t help but chuckle as she rubs your tummy. “so sensitive, baby,” she coo’s softly, watching her fingers reappear soppier and dewier with each pull outside your pussy. “doin’ so good for me though. so . . fuckin’ good.”
when her lips wrap around your clit, gem shelled tears drip off of the lower line of your lashes to roll down your temples. she’s turning you into a mess. a dumb, little mess who can hardly remember her own name. hers is the only thing that rings through your mind when she shoves her fingers in deep and dense within your tiny pussy and flicks them up and down steadily, letting the both of you hear the soppy wetness that resides inside of you — that drips out of you, viscid and thick, piling at her knuckles, dripping down her palm.
her lips pull at your clit prior to her tongue laving across it. she performs a half circle that snaps in to the left midway with the tip of it — ‘e.’ two vertical lines — ‘l’ ‘l.’ another line with a nice kiss to that sensitive little pearl to dot it — ‘i.’ and one more ‘e.’
you’re hers. you’ll always be. you’ve always been. from here on out especially until time defies you both.
your orgasm shocks you both.
you feel it curling cruelly within the root of your tummy the longer she snaps her fingers up and down inside of you. the vulgar, wet sounds blare harsher and — you don’t know what’s going to happen and it starts to scare you. “ellie . .” you’re crying, hiccuping because, still, it feels so good. you don’t know what to do. “els, p-please.”
she starts to thrust them again — in and out, in and out and you’ll never get used to the feeling, neither feeling. ellie’s playing you like her guitar . . tuning and picking and pressing and it’s truly only a matter of time until the cushions of her fingers find the bundle of nerves and flesh angled deep inside you near the roof of your cunt and your release manifests as a sticky spray of wetness.
ellie releases a sharp breath and you squeal — snapping your thighs harder around her arm, fighting to make it stop.
and she’s always been quick-witted, acting on motion instead of brains half the time.
she shoves your legs open and encloses her mouth around your pussy to swallow it all. you can only gape at the audible gulps she gives, body involuntarily twitching as her tongue still occasionally strokes over your clit, gingerly coaxing it from its hood. “oh my god.”
she pulls off with a loud ‘ah!’ . . as if she had gotten done with an entire bottle of water on a hot day and gives a soft smack to your pussy, wiping her chin with her thumb. “fuck,” she pops it in her mouth to suckle what’s left of you. “ that’s fuckin’ good.” when she looks up at you, at your pretty, awe’d face, it’s hard for her to keep from smiling. “. . . i can — i mean, if you want,” she clears her throat, now seemingly bashful. “you wanna taste?”
you do. no delay, you’re reaching for her, grabbing her by the shoulders of her shirt to pull her up and on top of you and earnestly, you kiss her. the flavor that resides on the mat of her tongue can definitely be defined as a tangy-saltiness . . not bad, but it’s ellie underneath that makes you kiss her even deeper, grabbing her in by her waist with your legs and pinning her there. “don’ wan’ you,” you murmur between pecks. “to ever . . leave.”
“i won’t,” ellie’s answer is instant and true. she’s softly snickering, looking all flirty and cute as she knocks your foreheads together, inhaling your exhales and letting you do the same for hers. “i swear . . . i won’t.”
beneath your veins is still a buzzing warmth. you stare at ellie’s lips while weaving her hair between your fingers and she sees it in your eyes that lay half-lidded and hazy. you’re not satisfied, yet — close, but not quite. “you want more?” even so, ellie asks. needs you to tell her outright. “hm?”
your fingers scratch soothingly through her scalp and you’re nibbling on the index nail of the other one before you nod.
ellie licks her lips, “i have this . . . this thing — fuck it, i’ll just show you.”
you watches as she gets up to walk to her backpack that sits on the stool in front of your vanity. propping up on your elbows, your view is just of the back of her as she unzips it, digs around inside, grabs something, and turns back around to display it to you.
“oh.”
your eyes grow wide because in one of her hands in a black harness, completed with long, adjustable, buckle adorned straps and in the other . . is a dark blue, silicone dildo, decorated with jagged, curving veins tracing around the circumference of it and two, firm balls below. it’s about eight inches in length, with a smooth curve upward, and girth fat enough to rival your forearm. you sit further up, staring at the two items wordlessly.
“we obviously don’t have to,” she tells you softly. “i don’t . . wanna pressure you at all—“
you grab onto her wrists when she goes to shove them back inside her bag. “—no, no ellie . . uhm, wait.” your face grows warm. it’s hard to disregard the weird blend of interest and want that bubbles within your chest. “i think . . i wan’ it.”
ellie doesn’t move for a while. her eyebrow raises and eyes run over every single detail of your face — as if she were scanning for even just the slightest display of doubt, however, when she doesn’t find it, “. . you sure?”
“mm,” you nod slowly. “yeah, ‘m positive:”
you are unable to refrain from staring as ellie undresses — dropping her shirt then camisole which leaves her in a plain, black sports bra, jeans quick to follow. freckles, freckles, freckles. they’re everywhere. on the soft mounds of her breasts, the deep etches of her abs, along the smooth, muscled skin of her thighs . . you’re sure your eyes embody the shape of hearts when you see more of them all over her back. “my grandma used to tell me that freckles were products of angel kisses,” you tell her softly with a pretty smile on your face. ellie’s tightening a band on her waist, head angled down to make sure that the strip was to her level of comfort and without lifting it, she looks up at you through her hair . . . staring at you for a moment before huffing a little laugh. she’s blushing.
“you know what? fuck you,” she murmurs with no true intent behind it, listening to you giggle. she’s trying to hide her eyes beneath her bangs. “i swear to god, i’ve never . . blushed this much until i met you. feels like ‘m fuckin’ ten all over again.”
you’re laughing even harder upon realizing something, “w-wait, ellie . . hold on—“
her face goes even more pink as she shakes her head, “—i know what you’re going to ask and no i don’t carry this shit around in my bag everyday, do you think i’m insane?” honestly, coincidentally, when stopping by her place to grab her guitar after her patrol earlier, she had caught eye of the unadorned, austere shoebox buried deep within the back of her closet that held her strap and packed it as a last minute type thing — not that she even planned for all this to happen, however . . the tension brewing between you both these past couple days especially has been palpable. ellie can’t say that she’s really surprised by you guys’ current predicament.
there’s a peachy blush hanging high upon your cheeks when your laughter settles. ellie rolls her eyes, stepping closer to you when the ties of the harness are all pulled tight. “c’mere.”
she lifts your legs up, bending them at the knees for when she climbs upon the bed between them and as opposed to what you had expect, she kisses you delicately. “i want you to tell me if this hurts okay?” she conveys quietly, using her fingers to brush a few loose curls of hair from your face to get a good look at you. heaven shines in your eyes, bright and dazzling. ellie sees the sheer amount of faith and trust you hold within them — faith in her . . that she’ll treat you well, make you feel good.
her heart feels like it’s back flipping. why are you so sweet? so perfect, so kind, so gentle?
you’re her own, personal slice of nirvana and ellie doesn’t ever want to let you go.
smearing a mix of both of your conjoined saliva over the fat head of her cock doesn’t seem like enough lubrication for ellie, albeit, when she dips her fingers inside you — meeting little to no resistance and so . . much . . fucking . . wetness — she thinks that you two should be good.
and you’re eager for her. so fucking eager.
she doesn’t want to tease you for a second longer, so with her eyes fixated upon yours . . hardly even blinking, she sinks in . . . nice and slow.
an array of emotions fall across your pretty face. your eyes immediately snap closed the second the tip pops past the first cord of stubborn muscle — eyebrows push in deep and you whine, all low and pained. “ ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” ellie’s going to pull out, however, your quivering thighs are fastening around her hips, keeping her still.
“no. keep going,” you whisper quickly, eyes still shut. “c’mon, els.”
ellie’s wavering between two decisions, frown pulling on her lips. fuck.
even slower, she continues . . half an inch at a time. your thighs are shaking harder and harder, your nails are sinking into the skin of her biceps, and your face . . . ellie isn’t sure she can continue but you’re telling her — hiccuping and whimpering, mumbling about how ‘you’re a big girl . . you can take it.’ you’re killing her.
“fuck this, ‘m pulling out—“
“—if you pull out, i’m goin’ to choke you, ellie.”
“look at your face, you’re in pain. the fuck am i supposed to do?”
“keep going until i say stop—“
it’s an honest to god slip up. ellie had gone to lift up on her knees and pull her cock out of you, contrarily one of them is slipping on your comforter and she ends up burying the last couple inches inside of your stretched pussy with a firm snap of her hips. you gasp, legs fastening so tightly around the auburn’s hips, she’s sure she’s going to be bruised there for the next couple days and ellie curses out a sharp ‘shit!’ “oh, fuck,” she pulls out halfway. “f-fuck, babe, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry—“
your legs are quite literally pulling her back in as a truly, gorgeous, long moan crawls from the base of your throat. “m-more,” you whimper, turning your flushed face into your pillow. “e-ellie, god, more.”
you feel full of her. so, so full and it’s perfect — better than perfect, incomparable.
you don’t want to open your eyes because you know the picture you must paint underneath her, already empty brained and delirious. nevertheless, impatient and achy, you lift your hips, trying to push more of her inside her, whining her name, when she doesn’t move, “ellie, please.”
“alright, alright, baby” she utters underneath her breath, widening her own legs to acquire an easy, unhurried momentum. “we’re gonna start off slow, you hear me?”
you’re nodding, pulling her closer to feel her skin against yours and bury your face within the arc of her neck. you don’t care about anything else, just her and more. and it’s already so much. when she pulls out all steady and pushes in nice and slow, you feel your hands trembling upon her back where you hold onto. “oh my god,” you hiccup, tucking your face deeper within the bend of her neck. “oh my . . god.”
ellie hums, deep and dawdling, “feels good?”
you can’t form a reply, only a darling, little gurgle of her name mixed with ‘please don’t stop.’ seeing you so drunk off of it already sparks something deep within ellie’s gut — something twisted and a bit depraved. your voice is so whiny and pitched and you grip her tight . . it all does something to ellie’s fucking brain. makes her want to pin you and keep you both here until the ends of your lifetime, hearing those same sounds on nonstop repeat.
she has to pry you both apart an inch so that she can angle her head down and look between your bodies to watch her dick slide in and out of your puffy cunt — glide getting easier with each thrust, coming out glossier and glossier than the last. a cold shiver runs up ellie’s spine at the sight, she swears she can literally feel your squeezing, little heat hugging her cock tight . . walls dragging against the veins like you didn’t want to let go. her hands curl into fists within the pillow underneath your head as she chokes out a low, shaky, “oh, f-fuck.”
“faster, ellie, please?” she hears your voice all tiny and sweet and lifts her head to look down into your tear-silken eyes, big and bright. “c-can take it . . promise, i pinkie promise—“
ellie scoffs a breathy laugh, “yeah?” not taking another second to think it over, she lifts your legs a little higher and pulls her hips back to swing them swifter, harder against your pelvis which sends the thick crown of her cock nudging right at the soft alp of your cervix. “yeah? keep beggin’ for it.”
you choke on your next breath, hands switching to hold onto your thighs as ellie pushes your legs just a bit further up to obtain a quicker momentum. she’s so deep — you feel your brain leaking out every thought, every word, every stress until there was nothing. you’re focused on nothing but the feel of your swollen pussy getting battered into the way that you know you’ve been needing all this time. you’re incapable of words — only arching your back and keeping your trembling legs open for ellie to take and take and take.
the springs of your mattress start to squeak underneath the constant push and pull of your conjoined weights and distantly you can hear a firm thumpthumpthump of your headboard knocking against the wall. it’s all so . . lewd, so ribald.
ellie wants to laugh. how a sweet girl like you who likes to plant flowers, make her own lipglosses, thinks of freckles as angel kisses ended up in the hands of her? she’ll never know.
“fuck, you’re takin’ it, baby,” she whispers, brows linked upon the view of your pussy working around her cock. fattening up and squelching each time she thrusts in, squirting little quips of slick when she pulls out as if weeping for her to come back.”jesus christ — takin’ every . . fuckin’ inch.”
you look so pretty underneath her — rays of gentle tears dripping down the surface of your temples and soft cheeks, neck and chest covered in tender lovebites that you gladly seem to show off when involuntarily curving your back upwards into a graceful semicircle upon ellie hitting a spot especially good. she has to kiss you.
she lowers her head and captures your lips within hers, swallowing your moans and cries and pleads, digging her fingernails inside the thick wood of your headboard when between your lips, you hiccup out a delicate, “y-y’so pretty, ellie.”
you make her sniff a little laugh and slow down the rhythm of her hips to shallow, slow grinds. “fuckin’ quit it, babe.”
she lifts up on her knees, stops, and gazes at you for a moment. you want to shy away . . feeling utterly barren and out for her to see — the only things remaining on your body being your rings, hair bows, and frilly, ankle socks.
“come here,” ellie murmurs, dragging her hips back carefully to pull out.
your pussy releases the silicone with an adorable pop, gaping around nothing but cool air for a moment and the sudden, empty feeling makes you wince, makes your heart drop for half a second when ellie pushes your left leg on top of your right’s to move over and — where is she going?
the auburn shushes your incoming whines and whimpers, laying down beside you to mold your back into her front, “such a crybaby,” she mumbles prior to holding her fingers to your lips. “c’mon, open up for me — there you go.”
you take hold of her wrist to lay the digits of her middle and ring finger upon your tongue and suck. ellie’s eyes fixate on the plumpness of your lips working around them, watching as you simply lay there when she starts to stroke them across the pad of it, trickles of drool dripping past the seams and down your chin. ellie pushes them a little deeper, “oh god,” she whispers low in her throat when you take it . . no gagging. “fuck. like my fingers that much, baby?”
you love them — can’t go a day without staring at her hands play with her switchblade, tune her guitar, or grasp onto the hard plastic of her playstation controller.
deeming her fingers good enough when tiny rivers of your saliva start to dribble down her palm, ellie uses her left arm to lift your leg and hook the back of your knee within the crook of it to give you both a nice view of when those same, wet fingers start to play with the puffy, bright pink nub of your clit. “oh, shit,” ellie’s breath hits the shell of your ear and her lips grazes it as she speak quietly. you hear her smiling. “you like the circles?” she rubs easy, steady halos over it. “or up and down?”
her other arm is underneath your head, cushioning your neck. you hiccup when she does both again . . grabbing hold of that single hand draped near your face within the both of yours. “mm—“ you sniffle. “i d-dunno.”
“yes you do,” ellie mumbles, sliding her wet fingers along the insides of your lips, dipping the tips inside your hole, then pulling them back up to touch your clit again — she’s mindlessly playing with your cunt . . as if doodling, silly drawings on a piece of paper. “c’mon.”
she smacks it, nice and firm and your hips buck.
“circles?” she repeats slower, pulling your leg further back to use her middle finger to trace faint rings along your throbbing bulb. “or up . . and down?”
she’s so mean. when did she get so mean? you’re pouting when you shyly admit, “c-circles, ellie,” into the inked skin of her forearm, closing your eyes and hiding your face when ellie breathes out a calm, drawled, “now was that so hard?” before you feel her cock pushing back inside of you.
the stretch — you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. you feel ellie intertwine her hand within yours as you tense.
“jus’ relax, mama,” she whispers, starting to rub those dizzying, little circles on your clit that you’ve come to adore. “that’s it . . ‘s my fuckin’ good girl. jus’ relax for me.”
you’re melting, body loosening and pushing back into hers as she reaches the end — balls pressed firmly against your pussy.
“there we go.”
working back up to your previous pace comes quicker than before. ellie’s begun to realize that slow isn’t what you prefer — or rather, not right now. you need her hips slamming into the soft, fat cheeks of your ass until ultimately, unwittingly . . you start to pull yourself forward, you need ellie pinning you where she wants you, taking out days and weeks and months of bottled frustration upon your body.
the sound of skin meeting skin is loud — it quickly overpowers the volumes of your squeaks and cries. “ellie—“
she thinks this may be her favorite position. holding you close with just the right amount of strength to keep you still when needed, feeling how hard you grip her hand, watching your cute, little toes curl in the fabric of your sock, your tits bounce and recoil from the sheer amount of brawn from her pounds, your face.
“a-awe, shit,” ellie buries her face within the pocket of your neck, eyes closing as she tries to find some self control. “fuck. fuckfuckfuck.”
your pussy’s squelching so loud, creaming and dampening the sheets below you both — getting both of your thighs filthy and glossed. your other hand reaches for ellie’s hair, taking a nice grip as you arch and weakly babble out, “think ‘m gonna . . . e-ellie, ‘m gonna—“
“—yeah, go ahead,” she pants quietly underneath your ear, sliding her hand from your breast back down to your clit to stroke. “give it to me. make a mess, beautiful. c’mon.”
the room goes quiet for a moment, save for the constant tempo of the springs groaning and skin clapping. ellie gives a soft peck to your cheek, muttering softly on half a mind, just as gone as you are, “p-prettiest fuckin’ girl ‘ve ever met — so perfect . . makes me so f-f-fuckin happy, god—“
you cum with her name buried on the inlay of your tongue, piercing your nails into the thin skin of her knuckles as your cunny squelches out little sprays of cream around her cock that immediately start to gather at the balls.
“there you go,” ellie keeps rubbing your clit, coaxing it all out as you writhe and jerk, biting down on the skin of her forearm. “little more — give me jus’ a little more . . atta’ fuckin’ girl.”
you’re crying . . hiccuping and whimpering, voice pitched an octave, “s-so much . . ellie, ellie, please.”
the next few seconds pass in a blur. you hear nothing but the beating of your racing heart in your ears but you feel ellie pull out and her body is slipping away from yours. you want to sob at how empty it feels, however seconds later she’s back, harness gone, leaving her in nothing but her sports bra and tight briefs. she sits up against the headboard and effortlessly lifts you up between her legs upon her chest, shushing you sweetly. “give it a minute, baby . . just breathe with me, alright?”
you’re sniffling so hard that your body jerks with the movement and the both of you are holding one another so tight that it’s enough to slowly begin to ground you.
“nice,” ellie hums, wiping your cheeks with her thumbs. “keep breathing . . know that was a hard one, but you did so fucking good for me though.”
you give a little blub, nuzzling your face into her chest and squeeze your arms tauter around her torso. your heartbeat starts to slow and with the new, settling calmness comes a feeling of fatigue. ellie starts to rock you, left then right, looking down to admire the warmth that still resides on your cheeks and tip of your nose, your pouted lips and wet, spiked lashes. you’re fucking unreal.
“we gotta get some water in you.”
you’re on the brink of sleep when ellie starts to pull away again. lowly you croak and hold onto her even tighter than before, “n-no, ellie—“
ellie grabs you by the chin and kisses your lips, effectively quieting you down. “only for a minute, babe.”
you hesitate, nonetheless you let her go to climb from your bed to your door which she opens to exit out of. as dramatic as it sounds, a minute away from her feels like an eternity and by the time she’s back, carrying a full glass of water and pack of spicy, smoked jerky, you feel a lifetime older. “you’re so pouty,” ellie mumbles, sitting down beside you to tip your chin up with a finger and hold the glass up toward your lips. “try to drink as much as you can, alright?”
given the amount of crying and cumming you did . . ellie’s sure you’re going to be dehydrated come these next couple of days. however, like the good girl you are, you finish the entire glass with a satisfied hum, wiping your wet lips with your fingers as ellie sets it down on your nightstand. “fruit or a proper meal would’ve been better,” she tells you while ripping open the pack of jerky with her teeth. “but . .” her laugh is soft and raspy. “ ‘m fuckin’ tired and didn’t feel like cutting it up so, c’mon. open.”
you tear off a piece of jerky with your teeth, letting the realization dawn upon you that you hadn’t made sure she was okay while you chew. you cover your mouth, eyebrows furrowed as you speak, “are you sore anywhere? oh my god.” instantly, your eyes start to catch on the little scratches your nails made within the skin of her hands, the bite marks on her forearm and neck, the incoming fade in of a few scars on her hips.
“ ‘m fine,” ellie swears by it. “babe, i’m fine . . . if anything, you look worse than me.”
examining both of your bodies allows the pair of you to identify just the amount of strain that six years of pining can do to a person. you giggle as ellie shakes her head, a look of subtle disbelief on her face. “literal insanity,” she says lowly. “never a-fucking-gain.”
you tilt your head, grinning cutely, “never again . . ?” your interest is piqued. “is there someone else you’ve been keepin’ an eye on for six—“
ellie snatches you by your leg, making you squeak and erupt into a fit of giggles as you fall back on your bed, no longer sitting up. it leaves her above you, a smirk playing on her pretty, freckled face as eyes of deep, transfixing green stare down into yours. something swims beneath them — abysmal and warm, rich and dark. “please,” she utters, inching in close to align her lips upon the soft, smooth skin of yours. “ ‘s only you . . . always will be you.”
i am so depressed but i will force myself to write something for bella ramsey because this is not about me, this is for God and for all the gays in this app.
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