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I love the fact that we had a strap, that’s spot on how Ellie would act with it too. (✯◡✯)

𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇’ 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 | 18+

Ellie 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗑 𝖥𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𖤹༒

Word count: 12k (oops)

Summary: After the fight with Abby in Santa Barbra, Ellie finds herself seriously injured and in need of medical attention. Reader finds Ellie in a pharmacy passed out, she heals her and gives her a place to stay at her farm.

Warnings: canon divergence, dina and Ellie weren’t together, angst(?), Ellie is depressed, thoughts of death, thoughts of suicide, discussions of death, slight gore, descriptions of Ellie’s wounds, hurt/comfort, kissing, fluff, kind of slow burn, smut, top/dom Ellie, bottom/sub Reader, slight thigh riding (reader receiving), 1 breast slap (?), strap-on (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, cunt slap(?), light spanking, light choking, name calling(?), slight overstimulation.

With each step she took she could feel her ribs and stomach ache, slowly leaking more blood, that was surly leaving a trail behind her, signaling her path for anyone to follow. Grass tickled her ankles, and trees brushed her arms, chafing them raw, as she made her way through the forest, wondering aimlessly with no destination in mind.

Far off into the distance she could see a break in the dense forest, a small field shining through the gaps. Ellie quickened her speed, slightly stumbling from the blood-loss she knew would catch up with her soon. Bringing her left hand up to clutch her wound, she let out a loud “Fuck” when she remembered her missing fingers, now throbbing in pain from the movement.

The closer she got to the field the more paranoid she became, her breath coming out in shallow pants as she looked left and right for signs of another person. Ellie knew she needed medical attention desperately, but she also was aware of the fact that she would not win a fight -should it come to that- in her condition.

Unwilling to leave herself defenseless, Ellie pulled out her pistol and held it close to herself as she walked into the open field. The sun was beaming down, heat radiating from it, causing an uncomfortable boil beneath her skin, a stark contrast from the darkened coolness of forest. Ahead of her and down a steep hill, she spotted a small town that appeared to be completely empty of life. Glancing left and right, she brought her injured hand to clutch her stomach, cursing through the pain, before taking off on a light jog.

“You can do this Ellie, only a little bit further then you can sit down.” She mumbled over and over to herself.

As she reached the edge of the field, she starred down the steep hill and considered finding a different way down. The slope looked dangerous, and in her weakened condition she wondered if she could even make it down without falling. Sharp rocks littered the ground, along with pricker bushes, only leaving a narrow path for her to walk. The last thing she needed was another injury that would require nursing. But knowing this was the only way, Ellie began carefully trudging down, avoiding dangers along the way, and doing her best to focus on the task at hand instead of letting her mind wander.

Halfway down the hill, she got hit with a sudden wave of nausea, caused by her dehydration and the amount of saltwater she had ingested during her fight with Abby, the suns harsh rays multiplying its intensity. The fight that she gave up everything for, only to end up the loser, she reminded herself bitterly. Doing her best, she pushed away her anger and sadness before continuing down, willing herself not to throw up the meager contents of her stomach.

Bringing her bloody hand away from her waist, she brought it up to clutch her head, black beginning to corner her vision, making her sway on her swollen feet. Slowly squinting to clear her blurred vision, Ellie looked around and realized she had made it to the end of the hill, a pharmacy landing at the end of the street before her.

“Thank fuck! You got this, only a few more steps.” She cheered, a new motivation washing over her.

Slowly she made her way from the grass and onto the broken concrete, listening carefully for signs of life. Her feet hurt, blisters had formed long ago, busting open, then reforming from the moisture of her blood. But that pain was dull compared to the agony of her side, it left her breathless, unable to think at times, brain in a constant fog. A part of her was glad for that fog, it made it easy to forget about the torment of the past, forget about the life she left behind and the people she hurt. But most of all, forget about Joel, that was the only good thing to come out of it, but she know the only reason for that was because her head was too busy trying to stay alive.

Ellie realized how lost in her thoughts she had become once she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. Crouching down she held her throbbing toe, whilst clutching her gun tighter in her fist, and listened to the sound of rushing wind, finally standing when she heard only herself. She missed the comfort of Jackson, never having to worry about dying from dehydration or starvation. But now that she was on her own, it was always at the forefront of her broken mind.

She could clearly see the pharmacy now, noticing how not a single window was broken, the only damage caused by years of decay. Vines withered away at the exterior, leaving only small amounts of brick to peak through the gaps, but the glass was unharmed, only dusted with dirt. Ellie was hopeful that it was still stalked with supplies, at least enough to stitch her stomach and fingers closed. Pushing forward, she carefully looked around, glancing through shops windows to check for infected, sighing out of relief once she found none.

After what felt like years Ellie finally made it to the store, its darkened interior sending a wave of panic through her. Slowly reaching for the doors, Ellie was shocked to find them unlocked, the bell chiming at the movement. She froze, hand stuck grasping at the handle as she waited for the inevitable sound of clicking, but it never came. Her her heart was left racing, and her stomach felt like it was lodged in her throat.

Limping inside, she glanced around, finding isles of unopened supplies, ranging from food to medication. Her jaw fell open a quiet “Holy shit!” Falling out. Pulling her bag away from her back, she quickly stuffed her gun back inside before placing it down haphazardly.

Ellie was in total awe, she couldn’t believe no one had ever tarnished this store, leaving it beautifully clean. As she walked towards the isle with medical supplies, she gently ran her hands along everything, taking her time to appreciate it. Noticing the little relics of the past, Barbie bandages, washcloths with children’s designs on them, and singing toothbrushes.

By the time she got her hands on a first aid kit with sutures, the blood loss had caught up with her, leaving Ellie dizzy and suddenly too tired to keep her eyes open. She fought with herself, doing her best to control her shaking hands and blurring eyesight, trying to remember to just keep breathing and focusing on the task.

As she sat down on the cold tile, silently ripping open the needle and thread, she wondered if dying like this would be the best way to go. She would be left forever undisturbed, unburdened to the world in this quiet pharmacy, surrounded by forgotten memories. If she died like this at least no one could say she didn’t try. It’s not like she had anyone to go home to or anywhere to be, she reminded herself.

“Just try, just try, don’t give in. Don’t be weak.” She was so disoriented that her own voice began to sound like Joel’s, leaving her eyes to well with emotion.

Taking off her shirt she assessed her wound, hissing once she saw the greenish gunk caking the edges of the continuously bleeding hole. It ached and caused never ending pain, but she knew that once she stitched it the pain would slowly fade. Ellie hoped that she would have the strength to finish stitching herself.

Bringing the needle up to the skin, she began working on closing the injury, mumbling out curses as she went. The skin was full of infection, leaking pus and blood all over her body, making her nausea worse by the moment. She was so numb, brain completely muddled, her eyes glazed over, barely conscious as she worked tirelessly. By the time she finished, Ellie could no longer keep her eyes open, too exhausted to even consider stitching her hand. She knew this could very well be her last moment on this earth, and sadly she was fine with that, accepting her fate should it turn out that way. The only regret she still had was that she never got to say goodbye to Joel. He was her everything, and hopefully she would see him soon.

With a sigh, Ellie laid her body down on the cold tile, taking in the feeling of rest wading at the edges of her mind with glee. As she glanced around, she realized with a dry laugh that she hadn’t even finished stitching herself up, her mind too coated with fog to notice. She was too tired to care, her mind and body filled with pain of the past, and as she closed her eyes, small tears spilling out, she hoped she wouldn’t be in pain anymore.

‎𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛

“Hello? Hello?” The sound felt like a dagger to her beaten mind. Ellie couldn’t comprehend what was making the noise, her head was far away, mind too disoriented to realize it was a person. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt like they had been glued shut, or a heavy bolder was resting upon them.

Something landed on her head, it was hot, making the burning beneath her skin worse. She weakly groaned out of protest, body shivering despite the heat raging under her skin. Although she couldn’t register what was happening, she knew this is what death felt like. She tried to move, but her body wasn’t responding, a whimper only coming out.

“Oh god, you’re alive. Can you hear me?” The voice sounded like waves crashing against the beach, the very beach she sat on for hours, sobbing and wishing she could disappear completely. She realized after a moment, that the warmth on her forehead was a hand, and the sound echoing through the room was a woman’s voice.

Finally her eyes peeled opened and she felt like her head was going to explode, her vision was wavering, spinning, she couldn’t focus on anything, it was all one big blob. And as she fought for consciousness, all she could see was shaking hands, before black waded through her vision once more.

‎𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛

“Oh fuck, oh god.” You mumbled to yourself whilst kneeling next to the dying stranger. Dragging your hand away from her forehead, you shivered at the feeling of her hot sweaty skin. She was deathly pale, and had you not felt her, you would’ve thought she had already passed.

Glancing down at her exposed stomach, you caught sight of the infection ridden wound. It was half stitched, slowly leaking a mixture of pus and blood onto the previously clean tile floor. Whoever this person was, she needed help quickly. Oh how you wished your mother was here, she knew everything there was to know about medicine.

“Fuck! Fuck!” This was just your luck, you had only come here in search for basic supplies, because you knew this town was clear of infected and people. Now here you were stuck with this woman, who would die if you leave her.

Reaching your hand down, you take hold of the needle hanging from her open wound by a single thread. It looks like she had managed to close it partially before passing out, although the work was sloppy, blood wasn’t flowing from the stitched part anymore.

Bringing the needle back up to her skin, you hesitate, looking at the infection, before ultimately deciding to clean the injury first. Pushing yourself up from the hard tile, you rush over to the rubbing alcohol, blindly grabbing a bottle along with some cloth. Glancing down, you realize you shaking, and your pants are covered in the blood she had been leaking.

Your breath was beginning to come out in small gasps, and your heart felt like it was stuttering. As you slowly walked back over to the woman, you tried to shake the panic rising within yourself, taking deep concentrated breaths, and focusing on your surroundings. But it didn’t help, in fact as you caught sight of the mangled stranger, it became worse. Just knowing that this strangers life could very well be in your hands had you sobering slightly, mind clearing just enough to allow coherent thoughts threw.

“Focus, focus!” You said to yourself, whist shaking your head violently, to rid the rest of the fog.

Kneeling back down, you shakily rip open the package of gauze and generously pour the alcohol on it. The fumes surround you like a cloud, making you cough lightly with its potency.

Gently, you begin to pat her abdomen, taking your time to fully clean the laceration. The further you clean, the more you realize it wasn’t as bad as you had thought. Without the dirt surrounding the opening, you can see it was once healed, but somehow reopened. Most of the infection was on the outside layer luckily, and not on the inside. At this realization, you heart slows slightly, not enough to allow the adrenaline to wear off, but enough to calm you slightly.

Once you are satisfied with your disinfecting, you leisurely pour the rubbing alcohol on the needle attached to her skin. Letting it sit for a moment before wiping it dry, and beginning to stitch her back up.

The first prick from your needle was the worst for both of you, she let out a weak groan, still in her feverish sleep, and you held back the bile rising within your throat. The squelching of her mussel and skin sent shivers down your spine, making the hairs rise on your arms. Although you had done this before, it had never been this large of a wound, only small gashes from falling or fighting off infected, and always to yourself, never to another person. This was completely new territory, and you we’re trying your best not to fuck it up, or worse, kill this woman.

With each pass of the needle it becomes easier, slowly the bleeding rolls to a stop, and so does her incoherent groaning. By the time you finish, the sun is beginning to set, the rays of dusk eagerly shining through the dirty windows. With the light dwindling, it makes it hard for you to see, your fingers are stumbling as you tie off the thread, messily creating a knot.

As you give her a once over, your eyes catch on her hand, currently resting next to her limp body. Her ring and pinky fingers are missing, they look like they were somehow bitten off, the jagged cuts proving your point. Although they weren’t bleeding, they still needed to be disinfected and wrapped in gauze.

“What happened to you?” You wondered out loud. By the state she was in, clearly it was something horrific, way worse than you’ve ever faced on your lonely farm.

As gently as you can, you grab her left hand and bring it closer to your face in order to inspect it. It somehow wasn’t infected, but the sight wasn’t pretty, the fingers are completely black and blue, and swelling is beginning to creep up her hand.

As you grab more gauze and alcohol, you look at her face, taking in her features. Her freckles are so plentiful that they almost swallow her face whole, slowly spreading down her chest, and her brown hair is cut in a shaggy short style, leaving her with a ruggish look. Glancing away from her hair, your eyes catch on her eyebrow, a scar running down the length of it, only aiding in your suspension that she has a much different life from you. She is beautiful, despite her current state.

As you wipe down her mulled fingers, you begin to wonder about her past. Who is this woman, does she have family to go home to, what is her life like, and what led her here?

Once they’re clean, you loosely wrap them in cloth, making sure it won’t hurt her, before carefully setting her hand back down where it was.

As the light fades completely from the building and night sets upon the town, you feel yourself becoming more drowsy, your long day suddenly catching up with you. Your eyes are suddenly very heavy and burning with exhaustion, causing you to question if you should just stay here rather than make the 2 hour hike back to the farm. It would be dangerous to walk in the dark, you tell yourself, justifying your decision. And this woman could be knocked out for days, she would never know.

Sighing, you slightly move your body away from the stranger, leaving a good 5 foot gap between the two of you, causing a shiver to run up your spine at the loss of her radiating body heat. Laying your head down on the cold hard tile, you quietly look at her, taking in her unquestionable beauty, whilst silently tracing each mark and freckle on her body. You hope she lives, wanting to get a chance to talk with her, ask her about her life, and find out what led her here.

‎𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛𐬿𐮛

Something cold and hard is pressing against your temple, slowly rousing you from your dreamless sleep. Rest still coats your brain like honey, slowing down your thoughts and causing you to struggle to comprehend what’s happening and why you woke up. Your eyes are still closed, attempting to block out the sunlight beaming through your windows. It’s the realization you’re not at the farm and those aren’t your windows that causes your eyes to snap open, suddenly extremely alert.

“Good you’re up. Now tell me who the fuck you are and why you’re here!” The stranger yells, startling you and causing a flinch to shake your body.

Fear races through you, overtaking your body and making your breath come out in small gasps, heart stuttering against your chest. Your throat feels clogged, you open your mouth but nothing comes out other than a small whimper. At the absence of an answer, the woman digs the object harder into your head, it’s then you realize what it is. The cold metal of a gun is familiar to you, and has you frozen, too scared to move.

“P-please, don’t shoot me! I found you here passed out yesterday, all I did was stitch you up and clean your wounds. I swear!” You say, fumbling over your words in a panic to get them out.

Still facing the large windows at the front of the store, you attempt a glance at the woman out of the corner of your eye. Finding her standing behind your laying form, and staring at you with distrustful eyes. At least she looked better, no longer in a feverish sleep, you think to yourself.

After what feels like minutes, the stranger slowly pulls the gun away, the pressure releasing from your head, before circling you to come face to face. Kneeling down, a wince coming from her mouth at the action, she offers her uninjured hand with a guarded expression.

Still frozen in fear, you blankly stare back, taking this time to admire details you couldn’t see last night, in the light of day. Her right forearm holds an intricate tattoo, damaged from the amount sun exposure she likely experiences daily. A large moth is covering the freckled and sunburnt skin, along with some type of fern, clearly blocking a scar from sight. Following the tattoo you look at her arms, taking the time to notice the defined muscles beneath the skin, and moving up to her chest. Noticing her lack of shirt, a dirty white sports bra being the only thing covering her chest, you avert your eyes,not wanting to get caught staring, out of respect, meeting her green ones in the process.

“Just take my hand. Look, I’m not- I’m not going to hurt you.” She says, a guilty look crossing her face.

Finally snapping out of your trance, you reach a shaky hand up, grasping her own. With a small tug on her end, she pulls you up, quickly moving her hands to grasp your waist, keeping you steady. The feeling of her calloused palms on your clothed torso sends heat through you, a blush breaking out across your face.

“Erm- glad to see you’re feeling better?” It comes out like a question, showing your obvious awkwardness towards the situation.

Like your voice broke her out of a trance, her hands snap away from your body, a familiar blush lighting her face. A wave of nervousness crosses across her eyes for the first time since you’ve met her. Bringing her hand up, she stiffly rubs the back of her neck, attempting to get rid of the emotion rushing through her, before speaking.

“Yeah, I am. Thanks for that by the way.” Her voice sounds husky as she nods her head towards her stomach, like she just woke up herself, a familiar feeling of rest coating it. “Oh-, I’m Ellie by the way.”

Her gravely voice sends heat rushing between your thighs, making you squeeze them together and glance away in embarrassment at your reaction before saying your name. As you meet her eyes once more, you see a glint within them that wasn’t there before, almost like a look of humor. A small smile breaks across her face before she speaks once more.

“Sorry about that whole gun thing by the way. Jus’ didn’t know who you were.” She chuckles.

“Oh, um- it’s okay, just scared me is all. Considering I live alone on a farm, I’ve never had that wake up call before. I don’t think my cows have the dexterity to hold a gun.” You joked, cracking a smile, attempting to lighten the mood.

The responding laugh she gave you sent butterfly’s to your stomach, almost making you nauseous with their intensity. The air seemed to be clear of tension now along with your body, and by the way her shoulders relaxed and the crease between her eyebrows faded, hers did as well.

“Do you mind- I mean can I look at it?” You pointed to her freshly stitched stomach. From here it looked better, but you wouldn’t be able to tell until you got a closer look.

Ellie glanced down, almost confused as to what you we’re talking about before she realized. “Oh, yeah go ahead.” Her answer came quickly.

Kneeling on the dirty tile so you were face to face with her abdomen, you gently grabbed her waist, pulling her in and holding her still. You were so close that she could feel your hot breath against her, the goosebumps that rose along her skin giving it away. It looked much better, the skin was no longer as inflamed as it was the night before, the bruising starting to fade from black and blue to a dull yellow, and much to your shock, it wasn’t leaking from the infection.

Looking up you spoke, “It looks really good, much better than last night. Do you have a fever still? Any nausea?” You questioned with a soft voice in a chipper tone.

“No- nope, feelin’ good as new, thanks to you.” Her word’s stumbled, signaling to you that she was nervous, but she finished with a wink, attempting to appear collected.

Removing your hand from her waist, you reached for her hand that you stitched yesterday, grasping it weakly before removing the gauze. It looked better, the swelling was beginning to go down along with the bruising, leaving it a muddy mixture of colors. Running your finger over her knuckle, you looked up at her with a small encouraging smile. Satisfied with your findings, you wrap it up again before dropping her hand. The cause of the injury was still a mystery to you, your curiosity peaking once more.

“Even better than I thought! You’re a quick healer huh?” You asked, smirk lining your lips.

“Guess so. What about you, do pretty girls heal fast too?” She asked, looking down at your kneeling form.

A furious blush took control of your face at her nickname, a pulse becoming evident from between your thighs. Looking up at her you said nothing, only letting out a hum whilst beginning to stand.

“Here-,” her hand grasped yours once more, pulling you up easily. You were much closer this time, chests a breath away from one another.

“Thanks, you know for everything.” She whispered, eyes glancing down at your lips. Her words make you step back (much to Ellie’s dismay), remembering this was a friendly interaction and not one of your lust filled fantasies, creating a large amount of space to rest between your body’s.

Attempting to change the topic you asked, “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to you?” Voice laced with curiosity. Sitting back down on the tile before summoning her with a wave of your hand.

Ellie sat down with a soft grunt next to you, softly brushing her knee against yours. She was silent for a while, supposedly thinking, by the distant looks on her face. One you had often, memory’s -both good and bad- haunting you daily. Before she spoke you could feel the air shift, changing from lightness into a more somber mood.

“I was erm- trying to get revenge for something that happened a couple years ago. Someone close to me was killed. Joel.” She began with a sigh, whilst slapping her hands on her thighs.

“It didn’t work out, I realized too late that what I was doing wouldn’t change anything, and I let them go. Funny enough, the girl did this to me-“ Ellie waved to her injures, “really did some damage. But even after years of hunting her down and promising myself I would follow through, I couldn’t, because I realized that somewhere along the way I lost everyone I cared about, and even a little bit of myself. After that- I’ve just kind of been wondering, lost, i mean it’s not like I have anywhere to go, figured this place would be my best chance.” She finished, emotion clogging her voice.

As you look at the beautiful woman next to you, you can see her eyes are glassy, filled with grief and regret. Reaching your hand over, you gently lace your fingers with her own, rubbing soothing circles across her wrist. You know how it must feel for her in this moment, having lost your mother at 15. That emptiness weighing down your stomach like a stone, the hole in your heart that feels like it will never fade, and the tightness of your chest making you feel like you’re constantly suffocating.

“I’m so sorry, Ellie. I know it hurts, and I know that you feel lost, but I promise you, there’s more out there. The pain will never fade completely, but overtime it will lessen and you will find people to help you heal. Trust me, I know from experience.” You gave her hand a firm squeeze as you finished.

Ellie turned towards you then, showing you the full extent of her pain. Her eyes were drowning in sorrow, and as a tear fell down her face you reached out with your free hand and gently swiped it away, hand lingering on her cheek. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a choked sound, the lump in her throat evident.

“And you don’t have ‘nowhere to go’, you can always come with me. God knows I need the company, I’ve been all alone out there since 15.” You joked in a soothing voice, but your words are serious.

She looked visibly shocked at your words, eyebrows rising and forehead creasing. Although her eyes were still glossy, a visible relief shined through them, like a weight was taken from her shoulders. Using your thumb, you delicately wiped her face, clearing away the shocked wrinkles.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t trust me or something that’s fine, I won’t hate you-.” You said quickly, suddenly nervous.

She cut your words off, “I would like that, I’ll help with anything you tell me too! You don’t know how much this means to me.” Her face was beginning to clear from her grief, a small grin breaking out.

“Oh- okay! I’ve never had anyone over before, your going to be my first.” Your words come out cheerful, smile matching her own, as pink begins to tint your cheeks at the double meaning.

“I don’t know if your in the shape for walking right now. Even if you feel fine now, it’s 2 hours away..” you trailed off while glancing at the midday sun, calculating how long you have before dusk.

“I’m fine,” She says, but at the look you give her that said ‘really’, she continues, “I am! But we should probably get a move on soon if we want to be there before dark.” She finishes as she stands.

‎𐮛𐬾𐮛𐬾𐮛𐬾𐮛𐬾𐮛

The hike to your quaint farm was filled with laughter, stories of childhood, and memories. You learned more about her, hearing multiple stories about Dina -her best friend- and the things they did. Ellie told you all about her life before everything happened, she explained who Joel was, how she met him, and her favorite times with the man. The more you learned about her, the bigger your crush on the woman grew.

Her smiles and laughs as you talked sent your heart racing, fluttering with glee. You told her about your mother, how she was a surgeon before the outbreak, and your dad, who’s farm you inherited. You spoke of your animals with fondness, arms waving wildly while describing them in perfect detail.

All around the hike went smoothly, except for one moment. The topic of love had somehow turned into a conversation, leading the gorgeous brunette to ask about your love life and past boyfriends. You had told her with embarrassment lining your cheeks, that you had never been in a relationship before, and the closest you had come was a mutual crush on a girl who’s family would come to trade with yours. Not so subtly hinting at your sexuality (witch Ellie, in fact did not pick up on).

Ellie, being the person she is, immediately stopped walking and stared at you while asking, “wait you’ve never had a boyfriend?”

All you could do was shake your head with embarrassment and reply, “No, I mean considering I’m not interested in men, I haven’t had one. But I also haven’t had a girlfriend.”

For the rest of the trip Ellie looked at you differently, a new gleam in her eye like she had won some sort of reward. She also picked up her pace considerably, no longer slugging along, but instead practicing racing to get back to the farm.

As you look ahead, you spot your house in the distance, the sunset framing it, making it look almost unreal. You know it isn’t anything special, it needs many repairs and coats of paint, but as you glance at the woman next to you, framed in the golden light, you pray she likes it.

“Look! It’s right up ahead! Only a short while longer.” You say with glee, pointing to the two story building in the distance.

You turn your head to look at Ellie, watching her reaction carefully, gauging for any disgust in her features. To your shock, her eyes gleam, wide smile breaking across her face. You think she looks like a god right now, the glow bounces off her skin, aided by the light sheen of sweat caused by the heat, showing off every dent and crevice in her muscles. Her face looks even better, her pale skin is warming up, making her freckles appear brighter, and causing a pink blush to line her cheeks. The best part of it all though was her lips, somehow still full and soft after a day in the sun.

You’re sure she can see the lust in your eyes as she looks over, cocky smirk coming over those lips, lips you wanted to kiss until you run out of breath. Meeting her eyes she says, “Enjoying the view?”

Looking you up and down she continues, “I know I sure am.” Your face heats up considerably, ears becoming warm at her suggestive words. Her voice is dripping with lust, and sex appeal radiating from her.

“Shut up.” You respond, rolling your eyes and looking away quickly, breaking away from her gaze. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, the closest you’ve gotten was sneaky glances at a farmer’s daughter who would stop by occasionally, and this is nothing like that. You don’t know what to say or how to flirt, and Ellie just does it easily, no effort in it, completely unaware of the fact she causes your clit to pulse with desire every time.

“What? I’m serious, you look beautiful right now.” Like that, her words make you hold back a moan as you look at her, hoping she doesn’t see the way your thighs clench as you walk.

“Psh- says you.” You look away from her, heart pounding.

“Woah, what’s that supposed to mean? Hm?” Her body suddenly feels closer, like she’s moved into your space, trying to pry the answer from you.

Looking over you see her expression that tells you she knows exactly what’s she’s doing. Waving your arms at her you respond, “Just look at you.” Your voice holds annoyance, directed at her for making you answer.

Before she can respond you announce your arrival, “And, we’re here!” You can see your cows from here, their little ‘moos’ echoing throughout the field, creating a welcoming environment.

Your feet are moving fast, almost tripping as you hurry to the front porch, eager to see your dog. He’s a old St. Bernard, lazy from the years of running through trails and going on trips to towns. You find him resting on his bed next to the door, sprawled out lazily without a care in the world. Even though it’s only been a day you miss him, worried about his safety the whole hike back.

“Beef” You yell, finally slowing down once you’ve reached the beginning of the gravel driveway. At your odd words, Ellie turns to you, looking at you questioningly before asking, “Is this some kind of greeting you give your cows? ‘Cause it’s kinda fucked up.” She finishes with a laugh.

“What, no!” You giggle. Her curiosity is then answered when Beef comes hurtling down the driveway, racing to get back to his owner. At the sound of his paws crunching against the gravel, you turn back to him and squat down, patting your knees encouragingly.

“Hey boy, come here!” When he reaches you, he pummels you, throwing your body back with his weight. You let out a soft “oomph” at his treatment, laughing with happiness.

“Yeah, that’s a big boy. Come pet him El.” You grab her hand and bring it to his head, looking up at her from your squatted position with big round eyes, the definition of innocence. Her hand hesitantly rubs his ears, gradually growing more comfortable as the seconds pass.

“Hi beef,” she says in a baby voice, looking down at you with a smile. Happiness shines through her, creating a warm feeling in your own chest.

After a moment you say, “Okay Beef, let her breath.” Standing up, you begin the short walk to the front door, boots stomping up the hill.

“Come on!” You yell, calling Ellie so she can finally see your house. Her feet are quick to catch up with you, slowing down once she’s at your side. “It’s not much, but it’s all mine.” You say shyly, slowly walking up the stairs.

“I promise you, I’ll love it.” Her words are soft, contradicting her eyes, witch burn with something unfamiliar. The way she says it sends a wave of butterflies through you, making your stomach flutter.

Reaching your hand over, you gently turn the handle, letting the door swing open, and reveal your home. The living room is the first thing you see, and much to your embarrassment, your white coffee table is filled with laundry you meant to fold. The couch is covered in soft pink pillows, and pictures from childhood line the walls, creating a cozy, lived in environment.

“Oh god- I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I would be having someone in my house. I swear I’m very clean, you just chose the worst day-“ you’re cut off by Ellie.

“Please, you should’ve seen my place back in Jackson. This is spotless compared to that.” Her words hold a casual tone as she strolls through the house, peaking her head in the kitchen and dining room.

“But still I don’t want you to think I’m dirty.” You’re nervous and she can tell. Taking her time to walk back over to you before she looks down at you.

“You’re so cute when you’re nervous.” She says. Her words cause your heart to stutter, the beat becoming irregular. You turn around quickly, walking towards the stairs in an attempt to hide your blush.

“You comin’ or what?” You ask, beginning the trek up the steps. You feel her presence before you see her. Her eyes are burning holes into your ass as she follows you up to the second floor. Her dirty converses make a ‘thud’ with every fall of her foot.

You come to a stop outside of your bedroom door, turning around to see her watching you instantly. Grabbing her hand you pull her into your room, only coming to a stop once you’ve reached your closest.

“ I hope you don’t mind, but the only clothes I have that might fit you are my cousins. He gave them to me thinkin’ I was going to get bigger.” You say while looking her up and down, focusing your eyes on her muscles.

“Oh that’s fine…” she trails off once she sees you bend down, your plump ass on full display, it’s shape complemented by your tight jeans. You’re too busy searching through a box of clothes to notice the attention she’s giving you, looking intensely for a specific shirt.

“Ah-ha! Found it.” You cheer in victory, bringing the brown button down and white tank top into view. Holding it up next to her you compare, guessing it should fit. You grab her upper arm without thinking, giving the muscle a firm squeeze.

“Should fit, might be a bit tight but it’ll do the job. Let me just grab some jeans. I’ll leave them on the bed, showers in there-,” you say while pointing to the bathroom door next to the closet, before continuing. “Help yourself and take your time.”

Your out of the room and shutting the door before she can reply, needing to get some air and take a break before you jump her bones. Leaning against the wooden door you stare at a picture of yourself with Beef, taking in the image along with some calming breaths. This woman is going to be the death of you, you decide as you walk towards your parents old room, to begin your search for a pair of jeans that would fit her.

The room has been desolate for years, sitting in silence, forgotten by the world. You’ve left it alone since your moms death, wanting it to remain a time capsule. Now here you are, digging through her wardrobe for pair of jeans. You thought it would hurt more, being in here, but surprisingly it doesn’t, your heart and mind feel content.

Sighing once you find a pair of basic pants, you put everything back where it was, leaving the room the way you found it, before gently closing the door.

Knocking on your bedroom door, you call out her name, waiting for a response but none comes. Hesitantly, you crack open the door, peaking inside, you hear her in the shower, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Satisfied that she won’t come out while you’re in here, you walk inside, placing the jeans and a pair of boxers next to the shirts.

Looking in the mirror at your reflection, you take in your appearance, looking at the dirt on your face and the knots in your hair. Running your hand along your face you wipe off what you can, attempting to look halfway decent, and you brush through your hair. The bags under your eyes are evident as you turn on the lamp, the warm glow coating the quickly darkening room. Sighing you yell out for Ellie.

“Hey, clothes are on the bed. I’m going to go start dinner.” You begin to walk out of the room, hearing a ‘okay, thank you’ on your way out.

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By the time Ellie comes downstairs, dinner is ready, it was nothing special to you, just some chicken and carrots, you wished you had something better to offer her but sadly, you didn’t. Hearing her footsteps you turn around, baking dish still in your hands, fresh out of the oven. She looked so good. Her hair is tied back in a simple bun, a few pieces left out to frame her face (still beautifully tinted pink from the sun), and god, the shirt looks great on her, just tight enough to let her muscles bulge through, giving you a mouthwatering view.

You realize you’re starring when she clears her throat, a cocky smirk plastered on her face. Snapping your head up from her body, you meet her eyes, giving her a shy smile before speaking. “I uh- made dinner. You go ahead and eat, I’m going to go shower.”

“I can wait for you, I don’t mind.” Her words come out quickly, as she walks towards your still form in the kitchen.

“No it’s fine, really I’m not even that hungry-“ she cuts off your rambling with a single look, effectively shutting you up. “Okay, I won’t be long.”

Setting the dish on the wooden table, you bounce back upstairs, only stopping once you reach your room. Leaning against the door you stop to look around, something was moved but you can’t place what it is. Your eyes land on your bed and that’s when you see it. Your stuffed bunny from childhood always sat at the foot of your bed, but it was now next to your pillows, cutely propped up by the decor.

“If your gonna’ snoop, be sneaky.” You say with a chuckle, finding it cute that the only thing she touched was a stuffed animal.

Realizing you’ve been gone for a minute, you rush to the bathroom, stripping yourself of your clothes completely. Only slowing to watch your naked reflection while the water is heating up. Running your hand up your stomach, you palm your breasts, feeling their weight in your hands. You do the same with your hips, touching every crevice, silently questioning if Ellie would like you if she ever saw you like this.

“Stop, it’s not going to happen.” You berate yourself, while ripping your hands from your body.

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The shower felt like heaven, the hot water soothing your muscles after the long day you’ve had, washing away your sins. You shaved, for Ellie, you don’t know why, but a small piece of you still holds out hope that something will happen.

Standing in the mirror you look over yourself one more time before heading downstairs. You tried to pick out something that would look nice, but the only thing you could think of was your too-short Jean shorts, and a pink tank top with adorable little hearts.

Slowly walking down the steps, a breeze of cold air hits you, making your bra-less nipples stand to attention, showing clearly behind the thin material of your shirt.

“Ellie, I’m done.” You call out after reaching the end of the stairs. Turning to your right you slowly walk towards the kitchen, noticing the sounds of talking echoing throughout the house.

“Good boy!” You hear Ellie drag out, her voice high pitched. Peaking your head around the corner, you see a sight that melts your heart. Ellie is playing with Beef, throwing his ball out the open back door and every time he comes back, he drops it and wags his tail excitedly.

“Wow Beef, you trader! I thought I was your favorite.” You playfully say as you make you presence known, striding into the kitchen.

Ellie’s head shoots up at your voice, eyes roaming your body, stopping to stair unashamedly at your hard nipples poking through the tank top. Hiding your smirk, you turn towards Beef, bending down, to give Ellie a good view of your ass and pick up the ball.

“Go get it!” You say as you throw it for the last time out the door and into the grass below.

Facing Ellie you shamelessly look at her, eyes once more focusing on her bulging muscles, accentuated by the tight flannel. Seeing her like this, all clean and in proper clothes, but still somehow rugged makes you hold back a moan.

“You set the table?” You ask with a smile once your eyes force their way away from her, and to the table. She put out plates and cups of water, but the part that makes you giddy is the fact she lit candles, creating an romantic atmosphere.

“Yeah figured my girl needed something nice, after helpin’ me so much.” You try not to giggle and kick your feet at the name, but a smile makes its way onto your face with a blush.

Pulling out your chair for you, she motions you to sit with a wave of her hand. Once seated you look at her with love and attraction in your eyes, barely taking your eyes off of her even as she fixes you a plate.

“This looks amazing, I seriously can’t believe you made this.” She compliments as she digs in, getting her own food ready.

“Oh please, it’s nothing special. In fact I was a little nervous you wouldn’t like it. I wish I had something better to give you.” You say, beginning to eat your food slowly.

Your eyes watch each other as you eat, a tension building in the air, making it thick and hard to breathe. You watch her relaxed form, clenching your thighs together once you see her man-spreading, legs open wide and leaning back like she owns the place. And in a way she does, she could tell you to do anything and you would do it, you think to yourself.

You watch as her eyes travel down to your cleavage, taking in the flush of your chest and the stutter in your breath. Looking up and motioning to your empty plate, she asks , “Are you done?”

“Yes, but I’ll take those.” You begin to stand attempting to grab her plate but she stops you, grabbing your wrist gently in a way that condescends her next words.

“Don’t you dare.” Her voice hold a dominating tone, it sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps up your arms. Nodding your head you sit back down, eyeing her heavily as she begins to wash the dishes.

Slowly, you begin to clear off the table, blowing out the candles and putting them back in the glass cabinet. Feeling eyes on you, you turn around to find Ellie done and starring at you with a smirk.

“You have no idea how good you look right now.” Her words come out breathless, but she doesn’t appear effected at all, at least not to the extent of you.

“And you don’t?” You ask, leaning against the empty table. She looks surprised by your words, like she didn’t expect you to say anything.

“No, I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all night, so I had a hunch I didn’t look too bad.” Her words were meant to come out joking, but instead they came out coated in lust.

She slowly walks over to you, eyeing your completely exposed thighs, before stopping in-front of you, she’s so close if you leaned up just a little bit you could kiss her.

Ellie’s hands land on your waist before you know what’s happening. Her pupils are almost completely black, desire taking over them completely, and you’re sure yours match her own.

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” Your words come out before you can stop them, shocking both of you with your boldness.

Before you know what’s happening, she’s leaning in, soft lips crashing against your own. Her mouth is gentle at first, allowing you to take the lead, your inexperienced lips working hesitantly on hers. Her mouth molds against you perfectly, leading you to let out a whine against her. Slowly you start to become more needy, lips greedily taking what they can get, leaving your chest burning for oxygen.

Pulling away she looks down at your now swollen lips, taking a moment to breathe before diving back in. She’s in control now, her mouth taking what she wants, dominating you completely. Her lips are rough against yours, keeping a bruising pace and leaving you breathless. Ellie’s tongue runs along the seam of your lips, and without thinking about it you open your mouth, meeting her tongue with yours.

You fight with her, battling for control, and she lets you win for a moment, before taking over. Her mouth is sloppy against you, greedy in its demand for more. Ellie’s tongue massages yours, running experimentally over every crevice, leading you to let out a whorish moan in her mouth. Before you know it she’s pulling back, gently biting your bottom lip on her way. You chase her lips, reaching for her head and attempting to grab her hair, but she’s quick, pulling back before you get a chance.

“Ellie.” You whine, placing your hands on her shoulders, desperately begging for her to kiss you again.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” She says chest heaving. You’re sure you look like a wreck right now, lungs taking in as much air as possible, and lips glossy and bruised from your kiss.

You don’t say a word as you pull her back in by her shoulders, mouth searching out for hers. This time you’re the one pushing your tongue into her mouth, needy for more. She grips your waist tighter, hands then roaming, feeling their way down to your hips, spending a moment there before moving to your ass. Ellie grips it hard, palming it as she breaks from your mouth to leave sloppy kisses down your neck.

“Oh shit.” You mumble as she reaches a spot behind your ear, nipping the flesh gently before sucking a bruise into it. She continues, working her way down your neck, stopping occasionally to lick and bite the skin, leaving your clit pulsing with need. You tentatively grind your hips into her own, searching for any friction you can find that will relieve you of this ache.

Ellie notices your movements, and she slips her knee between your legs, giving you something to grind your soaked cunt on while she continues her assault. She works her way down, pressing open-mouth kisses down your throat and collarbones, before moving back up, sucking marks into your jaw, loving the way you moan shamelessly.

Soon her mouth is back on your own, lips hungrily attacking your own. She’s anything but gentle, mouth punishing in its demand. Kissing her back you work your cunt over her leg, desperately humping it, looking for release. Her tongue slips into your mouth briefly, teasing you before slipping out and pulling away.

Looking down she zeros in on your fast moving hips, taking in the way you moan at the contact.

“Look at you, fuck. I bet you’re soaked huh?” She says, cocking her head slightly. Her words make another gush of wetness seep into your white cotton panties, effectively soaking them with your slick.

“Yes, Ellie. Please!” You beg, hips slowing as you push them forward, clit asking for attention. Your whole body is hot, sweat beading on the back of your neck despite the cool air that fills the house, caused by the desire coursing through you.

“What, what do you want pretty girl?” She asks, moving one of her hands from your ass to ghost over the button on your shorts.

“Please- please, just touch me. I need it!” You plead with her. She smiles at your words, bending down to give you a quick peck on the lips, before grabbing your ass once more and hoisting you up on her waist.

“Ellie- put me down, you’re gonna’ drop me.” You squeal, gripping her shoulders tightly as she walks quickly towards the stairs.

“I won’t drop you, I promise.” She replies as she begins ascending the steps. Her pace is fast, almost running to get to your room. Soon her feet are at your door, barely slowing down to open it.

She throws you on the bed, your body bouncing from the force. Leaning up on your elbows you watch her, taking in the way she pushes her hips against the foot of the bed frame.

“Ellie,” you say, begging for her hands on you, as you begin rubbing your thighs together desperately seeking out friction.

“Fuck.” She curses as she walks over to you, crawling up on the bed before leaning down and kissing you once more. Her lips are hungry, kissing you like she wants to inhale you. Your mouth pushes against her as you reach your hands up, threading them through her hair to hold her to you. You break away this time, dragging in air while looking at her.

“I want you so bad, please.” You say, hips jumping when she runs her hand along your clothed heat.

“Take this off.” She says motioning to your shirt. Without questioning it, you strip off the garment, throwing it somewhere across the room, and exposing your breasts to the cold air. Her eyes snap to the newly exposed skin, running her hand along your chest and down the valley of your breasts.

“You have been teasing me with these all damn day. Going around bra-less and acting like you don’t know what you’re doing, but you did didn’t you? Hmm?” She asks, brushing her calloused palm against your sensitive nipples, tight with arousal.

“Answer me.” She says, voice harsh as she swats your breast. The harsh treatment has you moaning out, withering beneath her. Your thighs feel sticky with the amount of arousal dripping from you, her words only heightening it.

“Yes! Yes, I knew what I was doing.” You moan, hips searching for friction, lifting in attempt to make contact with her.

“I bet you’ve wanted to fuck me just as bad as I have. I’ve been wanting to bend you over every service since I met you.” She confesses as she leans down, finally taking a nipple in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the bud, she sucks, drawing a needy whine from your throat, before nipping it and kissing the skin better.

Pulling off, she smirks at your state, hair tossed all over the pillow, head turning as you take what she’s giving you, and hips lifting searching for relief. Reaching down, she undoes the button of your shorts, pulling down the zipper as she repeats her treatment to your other nipple, sucking, licking, and biting. She shoves her hand beneath the material of your bottoms, skimming her knuckles over the large wet patch on your panties.

Looking up she smiles, “I was right you’re soaked, practically leaking all over my hand. You’re such a needy slut aren’t you?” She taunts.

Sitting up on her knees she pulls her hand from your shorts, causing a plead of ‘No’s’ to fall from your mouth. Grabbing your belt buckles, she hesitates, looking up at you before asking, “Is this okay? Tell me to stop and I will, we won’t have to talk about this again.”

Leaning up on your elbows you look at her before responding in a whine, “Yes, just please do something.”

This answer satisfies her, allowing herself to continue her actions, she keeps her grip on your shorts, pulling them down -along with your soaked panties- in one motion. Your gleaming cunt is on full display, the cold air hitting the wetness makes you want to close your legs, but Ellie holds them open, taking her time to admire the way your hole clenches around nothing, and the way the skin is red, swollen with blood.

“Fuck- look at you.” She says under her breath.

Moving her position, she settles between your legs, her completely clothed form brushing against your bare one. The woman leans down, pressing kisses down your stomach and hips, taking her time to get you worked up, then she skips your pulsating cunt -much to your disappointment- and repeats her actions on the inside of your thighs. She places sloppy pecks on the fat, nipping and licking as she moves closer to where you want her. As her hot breath fans against your heat you stop her.

“Wait, I um- have something.” Ellie’s head snaps up, looking at you curiously before sitting up once more.

“What is it?” She brushes her knuckles against your cheek, admiring your beauty as she waits for your answer. You don’t know why you said anything, but the memory of the unopened box in the back of your closet send sparks down to your already dripping cunt, allowing more slick to dribble from you, effectively wetting the duvet.

“I’ve never used it before, but it’s uh- in the back of the closet. We don’t have to if you don’t-“ she cuts you off by standing up, walking backwards to your open closet, keeping her darkened eyes on you the whole time. Watching her turn around you see her rummaging through everything, stilling once she sees it.

“Is this-“ her words come out shocked, quickly standing back up and walking towards you. The box in her hands makes you blush, and another wave of arousal to hit you after imagining her in it.

“Yes. I found it at an old mall, don’t really know why I took it.” You admit embarrassed at the thought, coving your face with your hands you continue, “if you don’t want to use it, put it back and we can forget about this.”

Ellie’s hands gently grab your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. She’s smiling, looking at you with a mixture of love and lust in her eyes. “Oh, I want to use it, but baby, we’re gonna’ have to get you ready first.” She says.

Setting the box down on the bedside table, she crawls back over you, giving you a quick kiss before settling back between your legs. She looks up with a cocky smirk before licking a long stripe from your continuously clenching hole, to your pulsing clit.

Your head falls back at the action, a moan tumbling from your throat. She gives your clit an open-mouthed kiss, taking her time to suck the pearl into her mouth before moving on. Licking your hole, she lightly shoves her tongue inside, thrusting in and out, stretching you, nose bumping against your clit as she does so.

“Fuck, Ellie!” You whine loudly, shocked at the sensation. Bringing her hand up, she removes her mouth from your cunt, and delicately works her middle finger into your opening, thrusting experimentally while taking in the way your thighs shake and your head tosses at the action.

Your fingers reach for her hair, gripping it tightly before shoving her head back down, urging her to continue. She laughs at this, the vibrations sending sparks down to your cunt, causing you to clench on her thrusting finger. Taking the hint, Ellie flicks her tongue over your clit, switching between up and down motions to small circular ones, testing to see what you like best. She settles on fast up and down flicks of her tongue, working you up.

The knot is building in your stomach, but Ellie’s actions aren’t enough. “More Ellie, please. Please.” You moan. She pulls out her middle finger, still continuing to flick your clit harshly, before pushing two fingers back in, working them in harmony to her mouth.

Heat is building behind your stomach, sparks of it shooting down your legs, causing you to wither. Loud pornographic moans are leaving your throat, hips lifting off the bed to get closer and get more, even as you shove her head down, effectively trapping her. Ellie changes her actions, beginning to curl her fingers to hit something devastating within you, and moving to suck your throbbing clit into her mouth. Your back is arching off the bed at the sensation, hips humping her face and soaking it as you do so.

The mixture of her fingers and mouth is sending you speeding towards your release. You’re rhythmically clenching around her fingers, squeezing her so tight she can barely move. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, grinding against her face. She sucks your clit harder, swirling her tongue around it as she does so, making it slippery with a mixture of your slick and her saliva.

She pushes her fingers in and up faster, encouraging your orgasm to come quicker. As she does this, she pulls off of your clit, using her thumb to continue working it as she speaks.

“You gonna’ come? Come on, be a good girl and let go.” Her words push you closer and closer to the edge, you can’t even form a sentence to tell her how close you are. But as she laches back on to your clit, your orgasm washes over you.

“Oh Ellie! Fuck yes!” You moan, high pitched as your cunt clenches around her fingers uncontrollably. Your whole body feels tight, white is clouding your vision, and as Ellie continues her actions, your clit throbs in time with your hole, sending a wave of slick dribbling down her hand. Loud curses and whorish moans are leaving your mouth as she works you through your orgasm, slowing as it begins to fade.

Your orgasm comes to a stop, leaving you panting and breathless on the bed. Ellie carefully pulls her fingers out of you, kissing each thigh as she sits back up.

“Are you okay? We can stop now just say so.” She asks gently, rubbing her hands soothingly along your legs. You look up at her, a smile taking over your face before answering.

“No, I definitely do not want to stop.” You say still catching your breath. She has a grin that matches your own as she leans over and grabs the box, placing it in her lap before opening it. The first thing to come out is the purple dildo, it’s around 8 inches and luckily still wrapped in plastic. Just the sight of it makes you blush furiously, and makes Ellie let out a chuckle. The next and final item is the harness, a underwear style one, it has a hard plastic front that you know will bump deliciously against her clit.

Reaching over, you curiously brush your fingers over the plastic, taking in the sleek texture before sitting up. Meeting her eyes you speak, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She look’s appalled at the implication that you thought she wouldn’t, but her answer comes in the form of a nod of her head and a smirk. Using her hands she begins to strip herself of layers, beginning with the flannel shirt, next her tank top, exposing her spots bra, and then she gets off the bed and begins to pull off her pants. As she does this, your eyes greedily take in all the new skin, freckles you’ve never seen before, scars and scratches litter her body, and you think shamelessly that they make her look even better, a symbol of her toughness.

“You look so good.” Your words come tumbling out as she steps out of her jeans, leaving her in only a pair of boxers and her bra. She smirks at you before getting rid of the rest of her clothes, only stopping once she is as bare as you. The sight of her like this, naked in all of her glory makes your mouth run dry, throat constricting.

Her breasts are small, but perfect in the way that they fit her body, and the beauty marks that litter them only add to their appearance. As you look at her toned stomach you begin to rub your legs together, already needy and searching for friction again. Ellie notices this and stalks back over to you, climbing up on the bed to sit between your thighs, holding them open and making sure you can’t close them.

“Fuck, you’re already this wet again?” She asks while running her finger through your folds collecting your wetness and bumping your oversensitive clit, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

“Always for you.” You answer, hastily beginning to unwrap the harness and dildo.

Once open, Ellie slips it on, securing everything in place, before grabbing your legs and wrapping them around her waist. She looks down at you like she wants to eat you, devour you completely. Both of your pupils are blown wide with arousal as you watch her run the dildo through your cunt, collecting as much wetness on it as she can.

“You ready baby? I’ll go gentle I swear.” She asks, positioning the tip at your entrance. Her words make your heart flutter with warmth, and your cunt to take a heart beat of its own.

“Yes! Just do it already.” You whine, pushing your hips up in attempt to make it slip inside. She chuckles at your actions, before gently pushing in.

Even just the tip is a stretch, having only ever had Ellie’s fingers in you. The burn is there, but it’s also accompanied by a delicious fullness as she pushes in more. Leaning up you watch as it slowly sinks into you, watching the way your cunt flutters around it and sucks it in.

By the time it’s halfway in, you’re withering on the mattress, desperate for more. “Ellie, please! Please more!” You moan. She listens, sliding in another inch, causing your back to arch uncontrollably.

“Fuck baby, you’re just sucking me in aren’t you. This cunt is so needy, dripping everywhere and soaking the bed.” Her words make you reach down to rub your clit, the arousal fogging your mind.

Grabbing your hand harshly she gives a light slap to your sensitive pussy, leading you to cry out at the pain. “When did I say you could do that? Hmm?” She asks meanly, using this moment to side all the way in, bottoming out.

You feel so full, the pressure against your cervix is delicious, and only gets better when she pulls out completely and snaps her hips forward harshly. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, hips lifting for more. As she pulls out, she grips your throat, leaning down next to your ear as she thrusts back in.

“I asked you a question. Who said you could do that?” Keeping her hand on your throat, she leans back and sets a punishing pace, your breast bouncing from the force of her thrusts.

Your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure, her hand on your throat, cutting off your airways slightly only adding to that. Moaning, you grip her waist tighter with your legs, trapping her so she can’t move away.

“I’m sorry, it’s- it’s yours and I touched it. Can you please give me more?” You moan, hips lifting, meeting her rough thrusts with one’s of your own.

“Now, see that wasn’t so hard was it? Yes pretty girl, I’ll give you more.” Her words are so sweet, but her actions show the opposite, she’s still thrusting brutally, causing the knot of an orgasm to begin to form in your stomach.

Unwrapping your legs from her waist, she grabs your hips and flips you over before you know what’s happening. Whining out at the loss of her cock in you, you push your hips back, while shoving your face in the pillow.

It’s not long before she’s back in you, filling you up completely and causing loud moans to spill uncontrollably from your throat. Bringing her hand down, she shoves it under your stomach and begins sloppily rubbing circles over your overstimulated clit.

“Takin’ me so well baby fuck.” She mumbles, beginning to change her pace into deep, slow strokes. The change has you gripping the sheet and moaning incoherent sentences.

The knot is beginning to tighten, cunt clamping down on the dildo as she works your clit faster. You feel stuffed to the brim, she’s so deep you can feel her in your stomach. Suddenly she hits that spot in you, the one that makes you see stars and go dizzy. Lifting your head you scream, “Holy fuck! Right there, god- fuck, don’t stop. Please!”

“Oh right here baby?” She taunts and she hits that spot over and over, speeding up her thrusts as she goes. Your almost there, cunt clenching and clit pulsing, as your orgasm approaches.

“I’m gonna-“ she shuts you up with a slap to your ass and a dark chuckle. You’re sure there will be marks all over your body tomorrow, but right now it’s the last thing on your mind. Suddenly, she slaps you again and your back arches even deeper, moans pouring from your throat.

“You close slut? Yeah me too.” Her derogatory words have you squirming, almost at your peak. The mixture of her harsh words, brutal thrusts, and fast circles on your clit send you over the edge.

A single long, drawn out moan leaves your throat as you gush on her strap, wetness leaking down both of your thighs. Your cunt clamps down, attempting to hold her inside, but she continues to push inside while rubbing your clit. Your seeing starts, as the band snaps, body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Ellie’s moaning too, whimpering as her own orgasm hits her. She continues to rub your twitching clit, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible.

She comes to a stop, no longer thrusting, and she gently removes her fingers, causing a whimper of sensitivity to leave your mouth. Rubbing her hand down your spine she speaks in a sweet tone, “I’m gonna’ pull out now okay?”

Your only answer is a nod of your head, and as she removes the plastic, you collapse, body laying down fully. You can hear her shuffling, taking off the harness before laying down next to you.

Turning your head you smile at her, taking this minute to bask in the warmth of her. Wrapping her arms around your waist, she kisses the top of your head before mumbling, “We gotta’ get you cleaned up baby, want to do it now or in a minute?”

Her words have you groaning, just the thought of leaving the bed sounds exhausting. “Later,” you mumble, pushing your body closer to her.

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A/N: This is my first tumblr fic and I’m really nervous to post this so let me know what you think. Also I’m taking all requests/ suggestions for Abby and Ellie. ♡︎♡︎

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I. Love. This. So. Much.

new romantics.

pairing: modern!ellie x best friend's sister!reader

summary: ellie is your brother's best friend, and also a loser lesbian. oh, and you are "off-limits."

warnings: drinking, ellie being a loser maybe?? suggestive themes

a/n: this is purely self indulgent tbh... just needed some ellie pining and soft fluff... idk this trope makes me dizzy even though i am brotherless... pls enjoy.. AUDIOS AT THE END HEHE! also reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses

wc: 2.4k

"every night with us is like a dream."

ellie was excruciatingly uncomfortable.

okay, that was a little dramatic, but she still felt the sweat pooling at the back of her neck when you opened the door for her. this happened too often for her liking, you letting her into your house as she had to wait for her best friend to be ready to go. she’d curse him out for it later, but now she was stuck making small talk with you.

you, who was showing way too much skin today, the fleshy skin below your neck peeking through the loose tank top you wore. your skin looked soft and moist, almost as if you were glowing and ellie could smell the sunscreen coming off of you. you, who her best friend, and your brother, told her was off-limits. she often questioned why he said that, but as you flashed a toothy grin at her it became apparent. you were a dream.

if ellie was being honest with herself it pissed her off that he banned her from trying anything with you seeing as she had no game and you were just so easy to talk to. it’s not every day that you run into a pretty girl who also likes girls, and it’s not every day that you have an in with her brother. fuck you, sean ellie thought.

“hey, ellie. come on in,” you held the door open for her, closing in when she stepped through, “sean will be down soon.”

involuntarily, a blush spread across her face, pink picking at the freckles on her skin. her hand nervously scratched the back of her neck, a nervous tick she had picked up.

“hey,” she was looking anywhere but your eyes, sitting at the marble island in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and reeling in the comfort of the cool material on her skin, “what’re you up to today?”

“some friends and i are going down to the lake to go swimming,” you followed behind her, leaning on the counter opposite of her, “maybe drink a bit. what are you and sean up to?”

“we had nothing planned,” she chuckles, fingers fiddling with the rings on her fingers, “sounds fun, though.”

she watched as you turned towards the fridge, pulling two water bottles from it and stuffing one in your tote bag that hung off your shoulder. you handed the second one to her, your hands briefly touching. a shiver ran across her skin. you were being kind at most, but her cheeks still glowed red as she thanked you.

“you should come with,” you leaned back on the counter a small smirk on your lips, “didn’t really think that was your scene though. but i’d love for you to come — both you and sean should come.”

“uh — um, yeah,” she chuckled again, nervously opening the water bottle and taking a sip, “i’d come, i mean, yeah. that sounds cool.” she’d forever curse herself for how awkward she sounded. “thanks.”

sean came down the stairs, his hair messy and phone in hand. he wiped the sleep from his eyes as he stepped into the kitchen, nudging your shoulder as he opened the fridge to find something to eat.

“did you just wake up?” ellie asked from her place at the counter, a teasing and knowing tone to her words.

“yes, i did,” he rolled his eyes, settling on a water and pulling it out of the fridge before turning to the two of you, “it’s saturday. let me live, el.”

“uh, i think ellie’s gonna join us down by the lake.” you told him, causing him to shoot an odd look to ellie, raising his eyebrows as he took a sip of his water. “you should come too.”

“uh,” his eyes darted in between you and ellie, “um sure, that sounds… cool.”

ellie didn’t even realize she was holding her breath till he agreed and she let out a deep sigh. she was just happy he didn’t ask any questions or wonder why she agreed. she knew she’d get the worst of it later, but now she just wanted to be uncomfortable in your presence. she didn’t realize how much of a loser she was until now.

“well, dina’s coming for me now,” you smiled brightly at both of them, gripping the straps of your tote harder, “she should be here any minute, you guys can come with us.”

sean looked at ellie, waiting for her response.

“yeah, yeah,” ellie stood from her seat, scratching the back of her neck again, “that sounds good.”

when the car pulled up to the lake and you all piled out, ellie found herself sticking close to you and sean, obviously uncomfortable. she didn’t know why she was even here, was she that desperate?

almost as if you could sense her discomfort you turned towards her, “you okay, ellie?” when she didn’t respond immediately you spoke again, “i know this isn’t your usual scene but we’re pretty chill.” you led her down to the table you and your friends had set the stuff up on and pulled a beer out of the cooler, “here, have a beer. loosen up.”

ellie reached for the beer hesitantly, but opened the lid and took a small swig, face setting up at the taste, “yeah, i’m fine, i just — i don’t party much.”

“it’s not really a party,” you giggled, taking your own beer out of the cooler and cracking it open. you took a long sip before speaking again, “it’s so funny, you’ve been friends with sean for so long and i feel like i know nothing about you.”

a small laugh left ellie’s lips as she looked up at you with a shrug. she hated nothing more than talking about herself, but she wanted nothing more than to talk to you. “well, ask away.”

you took another swig of your beer, squinting slightly at her as you watched her take another sip. “hm,” you pretended to be deep in thought, “what about how you and sean became best friends?”

ellie felt small under your gaze, shifting her weight onto one foot as she fiddled with the hem of her shorts that were now fraying.

“well, we just used to hang out at lunch and one day i found out he liked savage starlight…” she chuckled, shaking her head, “nerdy, i know. but we just… clicked, y’know? then we just sat together every day, and — i guess the rest is history.” she shrugged again, taking another sip of her beer. “nothing too special, i don’t think.”

“well, i think it’s special.” you smiled at her, taking another long sip of your beer and holding it firmly in one hand, “if you could put up with my brother for that long then you are a saint.”

she chuckled again, shaking her head. “fair enough, fair enough. i dunno how he puts up with me either, to be honest.” another sip of her beer. “i’m sure he’d say the same about you.”

you faked a gasp and scoffed, playfully pushing ellie’s shoulder with your free hand. “well, he shouldn’t, i’m an angel.” you giggled and took a long sip of your beer, finishing it and resting it on the table.

when you pushed ellie’s shoulder she couldn’t hide the blush that was now seeming permanent around you, the eye contact between the two of you lingering for almost too long. ellie looked away, hand at her neck again. “if you say so,” she said in a half-whisper.

“i do say so,” you whispered back. you took a step back and pulled your tank top off, revealing a blue bikini top covering your chest, leaving your shorts on. “you swim, williams?”

ellie’s eyes widened at the sudden flash of skin, all the previous color draining from her cheeks. her mouth fell open, only for a moment, before she cleared her throat to distract herself. taking another sip of her beer, she leaned against the table.

“uh… yea, i’m… i’m alright.”

“alright?” you questioned, now removing your pants to reveal your bikini bottoms, the bottoms not leaving much up to imagination, “can’t have you drowning.”

ellie had to look away, she didn’t want to be a creep. she was staring at the water, the people floating and talking by the shore, sean who was talking to dina and jesse and somehow laughing and then back at you, mesmerized. “i’ll be fine, i promise. i just don’t have a swimsuit.”

you looked her up and down. she had a loose t-shirt on and shorts, nothing special. “you got a bra on?”

“yea.”

“then take the t-shirt off,” you said matter-of-factly, “and the pants too.” you smiled at her before turning on your heel and heading towards the water, “then come and swim.”

ellie’s eyes stayed trained on your ass you as you headed into the water. she almost didn’t notice when sean appeared next to her, almost as if he had been waiting.

“what are you doing with my sister?”

“talking-“

“ellie-“

“what? i can’t talk to your sister?” she rolled her eyes as she pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her sports bra. “would the world implode on itself if i did?”

sean gave her a pointed look. “you’re not going to try anything funny, right?” he watched as ellie’s eyes drifted back to you again as she pulled her shorts off and put them on the table. “i told you she’s off limits, el.”

“can i swim with her, sean?” ellie said, her voice dripping with annoyance, "is that okay with you? or is that off limits too?”

“c’mon, el,” he sighed, leaning on the table, “i’m serious.” ellie couldn’t help but roll her eyes again.

“fine,” she sighed, looking up at him, face still set up from before, “i’m just swimming with her. nothing funny is happening. scouts hono-“

“ellie! you coming?!” you called from the water.

“nothing funny,” he repeated.

“nothing funny,” she echoed back.

ellie stepped down into the water with you, ignoring how awkward it all felt. she was in her underwear trailing after her best friend’s sister. the beer had left a light fuzz behind her eyes, making the water bearable as her calves got soaked in water. she was grinning from ear to ear as she approached you, the sun now setting behind you, casting a yellow glow on your skin. you shook her from her thoughts, splashing cold water in her causing her brow to wrinkle.

“took you long enough,” you stood in the water in front of her, the water where you were appearing to be deeper as in came up to your thighs, “what were you guys talking about? sean seemed serious.”

ellie wiped the water off her face, glancing back to sean at the shore and then back to you, “uh— he just wanted to remind me that you were — that you… are,” she cleared her throat, unsure of what to say. this was the longest amount of time she had spent in your presence and she was already drowning. she didn’t want to lie to you. “off-limits.”

this smile on your face fell as you adjusted your posture, “wait what?”

ellie’s breath caught in her throat, “uh… y’know. like he didn’t want me… well,” her hands came up in a weird gesture between the two of you. “you know.”

no, i don’t know,” you shook your head in disbelief, looking back at him and then back at ellie, taking a step closer to you, “did he tell you not to — to, flirt with me?”

ellie felt the air around her tighten as you stepped into her space, you were dangerously close, “well— uh— sorta. yeah, he did.”

“what the fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

“well, would you—“ where the fuck was this confidence coming from, “would you mind if i did?” she watched as your eyes widened and brows furrowed in confusion before your lips curved into a smile.

“oh — uh, no. i don’t mind.”

“cool.” ellie smiled.

as the sun began to set you and ellie talked, floating together in the deep end, occasionally laughing nervously when your feet touched. at some point you began a game of tag, running across the shoreline and splashing water in each other’s faces. it was all innocent and gummy, all of the panic that was usually stuck in ellie’s head dissipating for a brief moment in time as your bodies became silhouettes to those on shore.

your body had grown tired and asked ellie to come get another beer with you, she smiled and agreed, wiping her wet hair from her face.

“do you think sean will be mad?” she questioned as she watched you open the cooler again, pull out two bears, hand one to her, and sit on the picnic table. you pulled your towel out of your tote bag and wrapped it around you, tapping the place beside you for ellie to sit.

“i don’t care if sean gets mad,” you opened your beer, clinking your glass with hers as you wrapped your towel around her back, both of you now sharing the terrycloth, “it’s so fucking stupid.”

ellie’s face was warm again as the wet skin of her shoulder burned against yours, “it is stupid.”

“it is,” you reiterated, taking a swig, “he probably thinks i’ll corrupt you or something.”

“he might,” ellie chuckled, “i can be corrupted, i’ll be honest,” she shrugged, taking her own swig of her beer, “maybe you will corrupt me.”

you looked over to her, smirking slightly as your voice went low, “you flirting with me, williams?”

her throat felt tight.

“maybe i am,” she leaned closer, “is that a bad thing?”

you pursed your lips, looking back out at the water and taking another sip of your beer. ellie’s eyes flicked down to your lips briefly. what was happening to her?

“not a bad thing no,” you giggled, “thought i was…off-limits.”

“you are… but i feel like you don’t exactly mind.” her voice was low, an innocent smile plastered on her face, “do you mind?”

you leaned in a little too close for her liking, breath blowing puffs of air over her lips as you spoke. behind the two of you fireworks went off in the distance, scattering hues of blue, silver, and red across the sky, “i don’t mind.”

ellie was fucked.

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LOVEEE

Mae’s masterlist 𖤹༒

Ellie Williams -

Summer nights | 18+

Helpin’ hand | 18+

Abby Anderson-

Coming soon..

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"There’s so many lines I’ve crossed unforgiven. I’ll tell you the truth, but never goodbye. (part 3)

words count: 3,9K.

warnings: 18+, violence, angst, bloody mess, smut, fluff, mentions of death, grammar, owen, idk tbh. (she/her pronouns)

summary: friends don’t look at each other this way, do they? You couldn’t stop thinking about her, things will never be the same.

part one, part two.

• You guys were supposed to watch a movie together. But it didn’t take much time for Abby to turn this innocent and friendly activity into something way more fun. “Shit, shit…” you moaned softly, your head falling against the wall. Abby’s hands pulled you closer to the edge of the desk as she buried her face between your thighs, groaning against your cunt. “God— Where did you learn how to— When did you become so good at this, Abby?” you mumbled between short breaths. “I’ve been training,” she kissed your inner thigh. “There’s a lot of women who want to end up on my desk.” you looked down, moving. “Asshole.” Abby smirked, hands holding you back. “I’m not done.” she explained, nose teasing your clit as she stared at you. “I don’t care— Fuck.” you murmured and looked away, blushing as the blond smiled proudly. “Wait, I’m supposed to meet Owen at five.” As soon as the blond heard the man’s name, she frowned, holding your thighs tight, fingers buried deep into your flesh, almost bruising it. “It’s not what you think it is.” you said, sensing the jealous aspect of this sudden move. “We’re having a meeting with Isaac as well. We’re planning our next mission.” Abby pulled back. “Wait— Don’t stop.” you whined, breathless. “But I thought you weren’t on the list anymore.” you sighed and watched the blond getting up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she waited for an explanation. “I talked with Isaac yesterday and we both agreed that it’s important for me to find—” Abby huffed. “Bullshit. It’s dangerous out there, you’ve been stabbed three weeks ago, it's too soon.” Abby moved to the side as you walked by and put your panties back on. “I feel claustrophobic here, I need it.” you explained, arms crossed. “I won’t be alone.” Abby hummed, unconvinced. “What’s bothering you the most, Abby? The fact that I’m gonna start patrolling again or the person who’s gonna come with me?” she rolled her eyes. “We’re just friends.” Abby chuckled, a little mean. “Like that stopped you before.” you frowned, laughing nervously. “Jesus Christ— What’s wrong with you? What’s that supposed to mean?” Abby remained silent as she stared at you. “Get out of my room, Abby.”

• “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” Owen said walking in the infirmary. “What’s up? What are you even doing here?” you turned around. “Well— Mel needed help down here and I had nothing else to do…” he smirked. “Look at you, you’re such a nice and reliable friend.” you both chuckled. “That’s me.” Owen looked at you as you started to rearrange the medical equipment, saying nothing. “I talked with Abby.” Your heart tightened in your chest. You hummed and looked away, acting unbothered. “Actually— She came to me this morning and threatened to murder me if anything happened to you tomorrow.” you smirked. “Sounds like something she’d say.” Owen nodded, approaching you. “She’s very protective, this one.” he said. “I told her not to worry about it. I’d never let anything bad happen to you.” The blood rushed to your cheeks as the man stared at you deeply, an idiotic smile on the face. You chuckled nervously, stepping back. “Am I interrupting something?” You turned around in a hurry, relieved as you recognized Abby’s voice. “What the fuck— What happened to your face?” you asked, running towards the injured woman. “Scars are getting closer to the stadium.” Owen frowned as you gently held the blond’s face, examining it. “Isaac wants to see you, Owen.” Abby said. The blond’s ex-boyfriend walked out, a bit confused. “Sit on the bed, I’m gonna take care of it.” Abby nodded and waited, watching you running around the room as you collected the right supplies. “You’re really good at this…” you hummed, treating the cut on her cheek. “I used to be the group’s medic, in the past.” Abby nodded. “Do you still think about it?” you glanced at her. “About them, what happened to you?” you sighed. “Not as much as I used to.” you admitted. “Does that make me a mad person? I feel guilty sometimes.” Abby frowned. “Of course not.” she paused. “My father— He got killed when I was seventeen years old. It took me years to move on.” You stared at the blond, a little shocked as she dropped the bomb. Obviously, you knew that Abby’s father had died, but she had never felt comfortable enough to tell you anything about it, until now. “I’m really sorry about our fight…” she added. “Which one?” Abby laughed. “You’re not the best at communicating, Abs.” The blond’s eyes widened. “That’s unfair.” you frowned. “I used to think that you were mad at me because you secretly still had feelings for Owen, it tortured me for days.” she rolled her eyes, smirking. “Come on, this one is all your fault.” you gasped, then chuckled. “You’re the one who put that idea in your little head. How could you even consider it after what had happened at the aquarium?” you shrugged. “We were drunk, Abby. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. It was very confusing for me and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or make it even more complicated than it already was.” Abby smirked. “Friends, is that all we are?” you sighed peacefully, staring at her with eyes filled with love. “Best friends…” You both laughed, Abby’s nose bumping into yours as she kissed you.

• Abby read while you napped in her arms. She couldn’t stop looking down at you, smiling to herself as an intense happiness rushed to her, the usual whenever you were around. “Hey— Shit. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” you murmured, sitting down against the headboard. “I’m used to it at this point…” Abby chuckled. “Right— Fuck you.” you sighed, touching your forehead. “Is everything alright?” she asked, closing the book as she looked at you. “I don’t feel so good. I have nightmares, again.” She hummed, an arm wrapped around you. “Do you wanna talk about it? Maybe— I don’t know, it could help.” she said. “I’ve never really talked to you about what happened to me. I didn’t know how to—” you sighed. “I don’t want you to be disappointed or—” Abby shook her head. “Wait, what are you talking about? Why would I ever be disappointed?” you started to cry, the blond holding you tight against her chest as your head fell against it. “It’s okay— We don’t have to talk about it, it’s fine.” she said. “I watched them die, Abby.” you cried. “I— One of my friends told me to hide and I did, I watched them die and didn’t do anything, they’re all dead because of me.” Abby sighed. “Don’t say that— You’d be dead too, it wouldn’t have changed anything, you couldn’t save them.” you huffed. “I wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt.” Abby’s arms pulled you away from her chest, her thumbs wiping your tears as she held your face. “Hey, look at me—” you nodded. “It wouldn’t have changed anything, it wasn’t your fault. There’s one thing you can do to honour them, which is moving on, they’d want you to keep going. Whoever told you to hide, saved your life.” You didn’t say anything, because you didn’t have to. Abby kissed your forehead and whispered: “It’s okay, I’m right here baby.”

• “Do you really have to leave? It’s late.” you asked, obscene ideas running around your head as you moaned quietly, the blond kissing your neck. “We could’ve actually watched a movie tonight.” Abby chuckled. “We both know how it would've ended.” she said. “Trust me, I’d rather stay here with you but this mission is important.” you frowned. “Wait, where are you going? What’s happening?” you pulled away as Abby remained silent. “What’s going on, Abby?” She sighed, then looked at the window. “There’s something wrong, we’ve seen too many Scars in our area lately, it’s uncommon. Isaac thinks they’re planning something, something bad.” you sighed. “Fuck this— I’m coming with you.” you walked to the desk, grabbing your backpack. “Absolutely not.” Abby said as you started to pack your things. “For once, I’m gonna need you to listen to me. You’re gonna stay here at the stadium, I need you safe.” you scoffed. “Right— You really thought I was gonna stay here?” Abby sighed. “Of course not, I knew you’d be hard to convince but—” she huffed. “I won’t be able to protect you out there.” you frowned and turned around, approaching the blond. “You still haven’t told me. Where are you going?” she looked down. “The island…” your mouth dropped. “I know, I know— It sounds really bad. But we’re gonna spy on them, that’s all.” you frowned. “What if something goes wrong, huh? What if you guys get caught? Nobody comes back from this fuckin’ island, Abby!” you stepped closer. “So what— I’m supposed to sit here and wait? Wondering if you’re dead or not?” you asked. “I don’t plan on dying.” you rolled your eyes. “Please— Don’t do this to me right now.” Abby begged, eyes watering. “If things are really that bad, we could leave together, leave this shit, leave it all behind.” Abby frowned. “Come on— I can’t do that. Isaac counts me, they all do.” you sighed. “Is this really how you wanna spend the rest of your life? I don’t wanna live between these walls forever.” Abby didn’t want to have this conversation right now, she had too much on her mind already. She looked away, heading to the door. “Owen and Manny are waiting for me.” you walked with her, grabbing the blond’s hand as she touched the handle. “Wait— Abby.” you both stared at each other, trying not to cry as this felt like an actual goodbye. “Be careful.” Abby nodded, her hand reaching for your cheek as she leaned in to kiss you one last time. It was warm and gentle, it always felt so right to be this close to her. It pained Abby to pull away, forehead pressed against yours as she sighed deeply. “I love you.” you murmured, tears rolling down your cheeks as she closed the door behind her without looking back.

• “It’s been twenty four hours.” Of anxiety, paranoia and distress. “I know but— You need to calm down.” Nora said as you walked down the hallway, feeling sick and disoriented. “Stop— Don’t touch me!” you snapped at the brunette, stepping in Abby’s apartment. “You’re not going anywhere, Y/N.” Nora said. “I’m supposed to keep an eye on you while she’s gone. She knew you’d try something.” you frowned. “Does anyone even care about— It’s driving me insane, we need to start looking for them, Nora!” You both turned around, hearing screams from the outside. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Holy shit— It might be them.” you glanced at Nora. “Come on.” you walked out, and ran through the crowd as you tried to approach the garage area. “Abby!” you yelled out, searching for her. She turned around as soon as she recognized your voice, ignoring everyone’s questions and remarks. “Abby!” you screamed relieved, running straight into the blond’s arms. “I thought you were—” she held your face, kissing you passionately as the crowd watched. “What happened?” you breathed, pulling away. “Where are Owen and Manny?” Abby glanced at the others, then back at you. “We need to talk, in private.”

• “We’re leaving tomorrow.” Abby said as she walked into your bedroom. “You should start packing your things right now, the bare minimum, we might have to walk.” She talked fast. “It’s not gonna be easy, we’ll have to—” you frowned. “Wait, wait— I thought you didn’t want to leave.” Abby turned to look at you, pointing at the window. “Yesterday, I— I almost got killed, I thought I was not gonna make it and the only thing I could think about out there was you.” she said. “The Scars are gonna attack the Stadium, they wanna take back Seattle, which means… Isaac wants us to attack first. It’s gonna end in a blood bath, people are gonna die. I don’t wanna participate in this, I don’t wanna die here.” you sighed. “But, there’s children here…” Abby’s hand reached for yours, the blond noticing the distress in your voice. “Isaac asked me to lead the first team, you’ll have to be on the third one, the one who’s going to the Hospital. He’s gonna send many different groups to different locations to cover more surfaces, they’ll do the same. This way, it might be more complicated for them to approach the Stadium. I’ll be at the marina in the morning, I’ll find a way to sneak out right before they leave for the island and I’ll come get you throughout the day.” you looked at her attentively as she explained the plan, a bit nervous. “We’ll walk to the aquarium, take Owen’s boat and leave.” you nodded. “What happened to them?” Abby’s eyes filled with sadness as she looked away, jaw clenched. “I won’t let it happen to us….” she said. “Okay— We should steal some supplies, food and ammo. Hopefully, we’ll find some things on the road too.” she said. “I’m gonna head back to my apartment and pack my things, do you mind if— I don’t wanna sleep in my own bed tonight.” She sounded different, distant and cold. You knew it had nothing to do with you though, she was traumatised by the events of last night, she needed some rest. “Not at all.” you reassured her. “I could do it for you, I mean— I understand it might be hard to— There’s manny’s belongings everywhere.” The blond kissed your cheek. “Don’t worry about me, I got it. Go talk to Isaac about the Hospital, I’ll meet you for dinner.”

• “Hey… It’s time for me to leave.” Abby murmured. “I’ll meet you at the Hospital.” you turned around in bed, facing her. “Be careful…” you murmured back in the dark. “You’re gonna have to stay focused on yourself today, don’t think about me, don’t let it distract you, think about your own life.” you hummed. “I’ll come get you as soon as I can.” In the morning, you looked at your bedroom one last time, feeling nostalgic as you stepped out and closed the door behind you.

• “No, no, no— Shit!” Abby shouted. She ran through the woods, listening to the gunshots and explosions coming from the Hospital. She approached the area in worry, looking around her as the Scars and Soldiers we’re fighting outside the building. “Fuck me.” she mumbled, running low on ammo. She sighed and walked discreetly near the closest entry, trying not to stare at the ridiculous amount of dead bodies laying on the ground. “Kill them!” A man shouted, a soldier’s body flying through the window and falling right at Abby’s feet as she covered her face. She used the broken window as an opportunity to step in, and killed the two Scars standing by. She didn’t want anyone to see her, she couldn’t risk getting caught by another Soldier, it was not gonna be easy to find you. A door slammed open as she walked by a hallway. “Get off you fuckin’—” you yelled and groaned, slamming the woman against the wall and shooting her in the head. “Shit.” you murmured, breathless and exhausted. Abby glanced at the enormous blood stain on the wall as the woman’s body fell at your feet, then looked back at you. “Dammit.” Abby said. “Look at me— Are you hurt?” she asked, genuinely worried as some dirt and blood covered your face. “I’m fine, it isn’t mine— I’m okay.” you breathed in and out, the blond holding you tight against her chest. “I came as soon as I heard it on the radio. I didn’t expect them to attack first, especially here, it took me by surprise.” she said. “Me too…” Abby chuckled. She had never felt more grateful in her entire life. “It’s a fuckin’ mess outside. We’re gonna have to run, do you have any ammo left?” you nodded. “Great. Whatever happens out there, you’ll keep running no matter what.”

• “Nora’s dead…” you said. “I figured.” Abby responded, emotionless. Her reaction surprised you, your muscles hurting as Abby walked faster, leaving you behind. She stared at the road, avoiding anything that could potentially lead to a breaking point. “It’s getting dark, we’re gonna have to find somewhere to stay for the night.” You ended up in an abandoned apartment complex. The area seemed calm, for now at least. You waited outside as Abby checked one to make sure they weren’t any infected in it, then she invited you in. “Did you abandon your team at the marina? How many people are gonna die until—” Abby huffed. “Come on— Isn’t it what you wanted? To leave it all behind. What was I supposed to do, Y/N?” She was losing it, in the worst way possible. Abby’s mouth dropped as you looked down and walked away. “I never wanted anyone to die, I didn’t even think about it. I never expected anything like this to happen.” you said, sitting on the couch. “I know, I know— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I’m just tired.” Abby said. “Do you think they’re gonna come after us?” you asked. “I disappeared as soon as I heard about the attack on the radio. But, they’re attacking the island tonight, they’ll be busy, they won’t bother.” she explained. “We should eat something.” You hummed in disagreement and shook your head as the blond sat down next to you. “Come on, baby. It's been a long day and tomorrow won’t be any different, you’re gonna need it.” you smirked. “You’ve been using nicknames and pet names lately, it’s new, it’s pretty uncommon coming from you.” You both smiled, Abby’s hand resting on your thigh as she stared at you lovingly. “I know things aren’t great at the moment, it’s actually really bad…” she chuckled. “But, one day we’ll have the life we deserve.” you leaned forward and kissed her. “In the meantime, there’s something really fun we can do.” you whispered, the blond smirking as you pulled away and opened your backpack. “Okay, that’s absolutely not what I had in mind.” Abby said, glancing at the book in your hands. “It’s the last book of the series!” you said happily, which made her laugh. “But don’t worry, we’ll have sex too, eventually…” you chuckled. “Eventually…” Abby repeated, amused. “How I could I ever resist them?” you looked at the blond’s arm. “You like them, huh?” You hummed and felt the blood rushing to your cheeks as Abby leaned forward. “What about my hands?” she asked, her hand moving to your inner thigh. “I’ve got some good ideas, I could use them on you in so many different ways.” she said, staring at your mouth through the darkness, the moonlight barely illuminating the room through the curtains. “Come here…” you murmured desperately. You couldn’t hold it anymore, grabbing the blond’s collar and pulling her lips to yours.

• Abby sighed as she watched you sleep peacefully. She wondered what you were dreaming about, caressed your cheek gently and left the bedroom. She was overthinking when she sat down on the couch and looked at her hands, looked at Owen’s keys and at the blood stains on it. “You shouldn’t be here.” Owen had told the woman as they walked behind Manny. “You should've stayed with her at the Stadium… I know you’re thinking about it right now, you’re anywhere but here.” She eyed him suspiciously. “Come on— I’m not an idiot, I’ve seen the way you two looked at each other the other day at the infirmary.” Owen said. “It’s none of your business—” Owen’s hand caught the blond’s wrist. “I know things have been complicated between us, Abby. But seriously— It’s time for you to start focusing on yourself. You’re allowed to be happy.” Abby sobbed on the couch and covered her mouth, repeating the last sentence in her mind again, again and again until it broke her heart in thousands of pieces.

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Cumming

Chapter 2: Can’t Have Both.

Pt:2 is finally here, i’ve been putting it off for a little while😭 Enjoy!!

WARNINGS: smut, use of strap, not story accurate ( I wish it was), helplessness‼️

DM me for any requests!

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Ellies POV:

Y/n trembled. She hesitated to sit on my lap at first. I wasn’t gonna put it in right away, I needed to make her wet. I wanted to be able to feel her warmth through her soaked panties.

Abby was pretty focused on the movie and didn’t even notice. Somehow.

I grabbed y/ns waist and sat her on my lap, she faced the tv.

I knew she was nervous, she didn’t question anything I did. And she stared silently at the tv.

I put my hands on her neck and moved her ear towards my mouth.

I bit her ear roughly as I felt her get goose bumps.

She’s all mine.

After her goosebumps faded away and the hair on her arms lay back down. I caressed her inner thighs, eventually gripping them hard.

Y/n bit her lip and squeezed her legs together trying to keep her composure. That’s how I knew it was time.

I wrenched her legs back open and gently placed my finger tips on her panties. They were soaked.

“ You know how easy you are y/n?”

She looked at me all vulnerable, just further proving my point. I lifted her hips up slowly so no one would notice. I then placed y/n on the tip of my strap. Navigating her entrance.

Y/n POV:

I can’t believe this was about to genuinely happen. What if everyone notices? What if it hurts? What if-.

I’m cut off by the thrusting action of Ellie’s strap going inside me. She looked me dead in the eyes as my mouth slightly opened and I let out a whimper. Ellie frantically looked around to see that no one noticed. Thank god.

Ellies strong hands attached themselves to my waist and pushed all of my body weight down to meet the base of her strap. Fuck she felt so good.

I looked back at Ellie and she had a sly smirk on her face. To break our eye contact she started moving my hips slowly back and forth. Tingles ran up and down my back as I tried to keep my eyes on the tv. This was already suspicious enough as it is. Out of the corner of my eye I see Abby turn her head towards us. Ellie stopped moving my hips from grinding on her. I tried to get that vulnerable look off of my face as I made eye contact with Abby.

“ you okay?” Abby questioned.

“ yeah” I answered short of breath.

She turned back to watch the movie and soon after, Ellie got back to work.

Grinding my hips into her much faster than before. Fuck. I’ve never felt anything this good and I cant fucking hold it in. Ellie felt so good in me.

I started heavy breathing, occasionally letting out whimpers.

Just as I did this, everyone stopped and stared.

“ sorry, Uhm…” I couldn’t think of any excuses.

They all turned back around dropping their confused looks.

Just as I thought Ellie was done, She starts bouncing me up and down on her strap.

She sped up and just as I couldn’t hold it in anymore, Ellie reaches and pulls me back. My back now leaning against her chest, as her hand keeps my mouth shut. My back arched, my head went back over her shoulder, and with her other hand she guided my hips once again.

My eyes squeezed together, Trying to keep myself contained. On my own I started grinding faster. I needed her. Every ounce of her. Fuck.

Suddenly, I felt another hand trace my thigh.

I look to my right and there she was, smirking at my helplessness.

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Wet

˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ i was thinking about perv!abby earlier...

content warning: perverted behavior (a given), degradation, groping, teasing, size kink if you squint, fingering/masturbating (apologies if i forgot any!) minors do not interact.

abby had been toying with you all day. she played with the straps of your tank when you made an attempt at any action. she had prompted worthless conversations just to loom over you, catching a overhead view of your cleavage. she'd stand behind you to catch a glimpse of the curve of your ass that peaked through the shorts you wore. the tricks she played sent a sick thrill through you that you hated that you liked. that you craved more of.

now you had been standing in front of the mirror, washing yourself off of the days events and everything that clung to it. within a blink she entered, big hands wrapped around you waist, height hovering over yours. "you can't just stand in front of me looking like that." her voice ran smooth in your ear, tracing her palm against the thin fabric separating her from your warm skin. she placed needy kisses across your shoulders, watching you wash your face in soapy circles. you dare not feed her temptation, eyes wavering blank in your reflection. if you stared at what she was doing to you, your panties would be soaked. little did you know your arousal was inevitable, as abby patterned kisses behind your ear, hands cupping your breasts over your cami top. a subconscious whine escaped your lips as your eyes caught her hungry gaze, icy eyes stricken against your chest. "don't try to ignore me when your body is tellin' me how bad you want this." one hand moved upward as it pinched at your clothed pebble, sending heavy flutters into your heat.

she had you wrapped around her finger now, both hands swirling your nipples in slow circles. " stay straight ahead baby," she cooed, her grasp pinning your head in place. You felt a grip at your ass, abby's fingers gripping at the flesh. she fully immobilized you, your legs turning into jelly as she glided closer to your cunt. "don't move unless I tell you to." abby raised your top over your chest, immediately sucking at the skin, slowly grazing around the bud. soon she took them in, tongue flickering against the mound as your pressed your face deeper into you. she pinched at your back, a grip so punctured you felt a bruise start to form. "I fucking said still." she slightly bit it, sending a rolling moan out of you. She mummered low into your neck, shit-face grin placarding her face as she clutched your cheeks, forcing your lips into a kiss. "youre a fun lil' thing to play with." she praised before pressing her lips to yours. she slipped her tongue in your mouth sweetly, strapping a forearm tight across your waist to keep you from moving. she made a mess with your mouth as your heat was newly plagued by her thickened fingers, her ring and index placed parallel against your slit. your face was coaxed back to the mirror again, face flustered and drunk with abby's touch. your lips were pouted instinctively for her as she rubbed a thumb against the bottom. she was careless, making your body hers, puppeteering you to her pleasure. her digits fell heavy against your pussy, rubbing your clit in almost a hover.

she had brought you senseless, words coming out of you became nonsensical. you were a malleable and mouthy heap, trying to mumble our her name in pleads. "stay with me, yea?" she whispered, placing a raw kiss against your heat-ridden cheek. "Im tryna' make a mess with this pussy."

her words only made you ache more, squeezing your thighs around her cunt-covered hand, pushing her deeper between you. you couldn't keep up with how hard she tried to push you, wriggling around the pressure of her palms. "you needy little slut, fuck." her anger rose to the surface, pressing you between the broad of her back and the bathroom counter. abby grasped at your hair, neck arching and eyes rising beneath her. you gave up on words, your face only emoting furrowed brows and bitten lip. "make yourself cum on my fingers." she demanded, pinning her fingers right your entrance. you couldn't hope she said anything better, hips bucking around the girth driving you wild. your head was empty; brainless. you couldn't keep yourself from going dizzy at her touch, eyes lifting back to look at yourself going weak at the taller woman's addicting control. her smile was arousing; as you watched the way she loved defiling you. abby's laugh echoed in your chest, pleased moan strumming though you. "sensitive little thing, soaked already. 'scute." she mocked while she rubbed circles into you, watching you jerk harder into her. every little sound you made sent your heart soaring as you heard your own heat sing in the rhythm of abby's fevered treatment of your body. you finally gained your voice back, sputtering out in whiny croaks.

"thank you abby."

"w'for baby? talk to me."

"making me cum."

"what's that again? can't hear anything over this loud cunt."

"making me cum."

your praise unleashed something new within her, gripping at your leg to bring it up and over the marble countertop and hooking her fingers inside of you, effortlessly nudging your g-spot. it came out in one full flush, exerting shuddered whines you didn't even know you could make. abby hummed in delight as she watched the show. you slumped into her chest, falling at the seams of your orgasm. she hitches you up by your waist to keep your balance, eye meeting for a final time in the reflection.

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She’s actually smiling at me so

i’ve never noticed the way she smiles at dina in the second one omg my heart

#i’m going to throw myself off of the edge of the earth #ellie williams #tlou #the last of us #ellie/dina #ellie x dina #dina/ellie #elliedina #dina x ellie #dinaellie #ellie x me

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tlouxobsessed · 11 months

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IM CRYINF

since joel & ellie can't have future days, i've found them a more emotional song to sing together in season 2 🖤🖤

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Chapter IV

College Affairs

I still couldn't grasp all of this, Ellie kissed me, Katie still had some sort of feelings for me...and I was still laying in bed, not dressed for the party I soon had to attend. I stood up walking over to the dresser, slipping on the tight material, black heels and brushing out my hair. I did some smokey makeup and put on some dark, almost velvety lipstick. I was ready, now I just had to wait for E-

"Ellie!" I said watching the girl walk in shutting the door behind her, her neck having a small, oval shaped purple mark on it. I felt nauseous. She grabbed her button up and some casual jeans made her way into the bathroom, ignoring my greetings completely. "ready?" the green eyed monster said walking out of the room, slipping on her converse and grabbing her keys. I watched her eyes dart from my breasts back up to my eyes then my lips. I walked past her disgusted with her hickey and the disrespectful demeanor she carried. We made it into the car, the heavy smell of weed and bo hit my nose. I felt eager to gag, I swallowed it and took a shot from the pink flask I brought with me. The harsh liquid coating my warm throat, the stinging distracted me from the pungent smell and my whore of a roommate.

Ellie pulled into a driveway, the house was large. A white siding with some blue shingles, the roof was a dark brown. It was cute and homely. We made our way in, Ellie walked away from me immediately going to greet some guy and his girlfriend. I rolled my eyes and headed towards Lila and Richie, the two stood near one another drink in hand, faces plastered with sweat and smiles. "Hii!" I felt Lila's body wrap around mine, I felt more at home. Richie patted my back along with handing me a red solo with some fruity smelling liquid. "Katie went with some guy a few minutes ago, you literally just missed her! Have you guys talked since-?" Fuck, I had totally forgotten to make up with Kate, I needed to or else I'd loose my pride and best friend. "No not yet, I've been busy with school and-" , "Ellie..?" Lila said cutting me off, my face turned a crimson and I playfully pushed her away.

"Shut up! no yuck, she's a total whore I am not into that" I said blatantly lying, Lila knew she had always seen right through me. "I'm gonna go wander, see who I can find" Lila and Richard nodded, I turned away from the lovebirds and started heading towards the large brown sofa. I sunk into the couch sighing out, I took a swig and looked around at all the people. That was until I felt the couch go in a little further, I looked over at the person who sat down. It was Katie, shit. "Hi y/n" the girl said looking tearful, I didn't know what to say or how to say anything. "Listen Kate..I'm really-" , "sorry, I know you are y/n. I regret ruining our friendship so much, can we please just go back to how we were? prior to all the dumb sex shit?" I nodded right away. I melted into her arms feeling like I was sixteen again. I felt relief, calm and tipsy. "I'm going to head outside for a smoke, love you y/n see you after 'kay? if you need a ride just let me know." My sweet Kates was back. I watched her walk away, her hips swaying along with the beat of the song. I glanced around once again, nobody was interesting, I stood up once again heading into the kitchen for a refill.

"S'more?" I looked over at the culprit of the voice, there stood the coffee shop girl. She poured some vodka and cranberry juice into a new solo. I nodded watching her smirk handing me the drink, "You didn't poison this right?" I asked earning a laugh from the broad. "Hmm maybe I did, and maybe I did with your Chai too" I laughed taking a long swig, "I wouldn't mind that really, it'd spice up my life" I winked at her. "I never got your name by the way" , "Abby" she said taking a swig of the beer she had in her right hand. "Well Abby, care to join me for a dance?" Abby took the last of her beer placing it on the counter top, she placed her hand out implying for mine to collide with hers. I guided her into the living room which was the designated spot, My arms rested above her shoulders. Her hands wrapped around my waist, the music was slow yet fast, 3005 by Childish Gambino began playing. I felt the alcohol in my body begin to really settle in, I felt myself warm up, the heat coarsing through my veins like a wild fire. I turned around rubbing my back against her stomach, I felt her defined body against my back, I arched at the thought of her having her way with me...

I turned back around rubbing my palm down her perfectly toned body, a small sigh came out from her lips. I smirked knowing I had control now, the music got slower, I leaned in towards her neck breathing heavily onto her ear. I began leaving small kisses trailing down to her jawline. I leaned in pressing my lips against hers, I stuck my tongue into her mouth earning a small moan. I felt back up her body, gripping her hip then sliding my tongue out of her mouth biting her bottom lip on my way out. When I pulled away I saw her bright red face, I smiled and left a small peak on the side of her cheek. I started making my way into the bathroom, the room was spinning, my head was dizzy and I felt the contents of my stomach begin to rise into my throat.

I bursted through the doors rushing over to the toilet, I bent over puking. I felt a hand on my back and somebody holding back my hair, I glanced around seeing Abby. Her bright blue eyes staring back at me, she didn't look grossed out....or annoyed or anything. She looked HAPPY to be helping me. She rubbed my back until I was done, she got up and walked out, I figured she was done with me now after seeing me puke my entirety out. This was until she walked back in holding a solo with water and some bread. I chuckled at the pieces of white Wonder bread. "It was all Jesse had" She said, I felt bad now, she was frowning. I stood up off of my feet, I stumbled over to her and hugged. My arms wrapped around her warm neck and broad shoulders once again.

"Thank you Abs" I said drinking the water and taking a small bite of the bread. I watched her concern grow, "Y/n I should probably take you home-" Abby was cut off by the door being ripped open. An angry Ellie stumbled in shutting the door behind her. "What the fuck? you get this drunk and now you're all over her? what the fuck y/n seriously.." I was astonished, who did Ellie think she was? "Ellie what the fuck with YOU? I'm not yours...and Abby is in here with me because I was puking you sick fuck." I watched as Ellie rolled her eyes slamming the door behind her. The trailing smell of weed was left lingering. "Woah did I just mess something up or-" , "Abby...you're fine she's my roommate who- just never mind please just take me home now."

I must've passed out, I woke up in my bed with an oversized T on and my hair tied back. My head was pounding as if a ton of bricks slammed right on it. I laid back down immediately upon the pain hitting me. I looked over at my bedside table where sat my phone, plugged in, some Aspirin, a water and a small piece of paper. I snatched the paper up I scanned it analyzing.. "text me 206-334-6230" I smiled knowing it must be Abby. I right away grabbed my phone, I typed in the numbers and pressed send.

y/n - hi it's y/n

.206-334-6230 - Hii It's Abby lol

y/n - thank you so much Abby i dk how i wouldve gotten home lmfaoo

Abby - Don't worry about it y/n, let me bring you some lunch 'kay?

y/n - nooo i wouldnt make you do that plus my idk if i can keep anything down lol

Abby - Already On my way! :)

I smiled and threw my phone down next to me, I needed to attempt and clean myself up. I stood up stumbling over to my dresser, pulling out some boxers and an old Beastie Boys shirt from my dad. I turned the facet on the hottest setting, the feeling of the hot water running down my back cleared my sinuses. I washed my hair, took off my makeup, brushed my teeth. I came out threw on my clothes and took that Aspirin, just as I sat down I watched Abby walk in holding a Chai, a box of pastries and some Mcdonalds. My stomach grumbled as she placed the goodie filled box and bag on the counter.

"You look pretty" she said coming over and placing a kiss on my forhead. She took off her shoes and jacket, handed me my Chai and pulled out a laptop from her backpack. "I was thinking...It's a shitty, rainy day so let's stay at your dorm, watch movies and eat junk food? hmm?" I grinned, "I really could marry you right now" , "Wow hold on girl we just met-" I cut her off by kissing her, my lips smashed against hers, our tongues intertwined. The sweet taste of pine came over my senses, I could cum right now. I climbed on top of her, running my hands over her stomach, the ridges of her abs made my panties soak.

"Okay...okay" she pushed me away kissing me one last time then grabbing the food and plopping next to me. We cuddled up and began scanning for a movie.

~ The night prior ~

Ellie point of view ~

I pushed y/n away, I knew I had to go get some weed before this party. I said my goodbyes and headed out, I pulled into the parking lot of my ex's, ex. I knew she'd always give me some, I knocked on the door, the dark haired girl answered. "Hey Anastasia, you got any of-" I was cut off by a hug and squeals. "Yes of course Ellie, c'mon in" I was overtaken by the smell of weed and incense, her apartment was always clean. I sat down on the dark blue couch and started watching the Breaking Bad episode on her flat screen. She was a very hard-working woman, she worked six days a week at her own hand crafted store. She painted and drew, she had Etsy accounts where she'd sell her items across the world. She made a decent amount, she just grew and sold on the side.

She brought out a bag of my usual, a few buds wouldn't cost much. I pulled out my wallet before I looked up realizing she didn't want to be paid like that. Her tatted silhouette scurried over to me straddling me, her tongue slipped into my mouth. She always tasted sweet, I never mind having sex with her. When Cat first introduced me to her, I couldn't stop staring, her dark brown eyes and long, thick locs had me in a chokehold. I watched her movements when she cooked for us, she was graceful and soft. I found out from Cat a few hours later that Anastasia was Pansexual, she was genuinely beautiful, mesmerizing if that.

She always cooked so good too, she had amazing snacks all the time, her hair was always done beautifully. She had locs but she'd do them all differently, in a bun, pony, braided itself. She was gorgeous. Her tatts suited her perfectly. She raised her younger brother most of her life so she had a few tatts for him.

Anyways, the sex was good, she always tried to pleasure me but I always would respectfully decline. I wasn't into being touched, it was never my thing nor would ever be. After she gave me the hickey, I thanked her for the weed and made my way back to the dorm. I didn't realize how late it was, I had thirty minutes to get y/n and get ready. When I walked in I totally forgot about the hickey, I didn't want y/n to think poorly of me just yet. I wanted to get in her pants so badly, I had never felt this way before. I always had these girls wants me first but y/n was different.

I truly felt different about her, I didn't like it though so fucking Anastasia, Sarah and Cat was way easier than addressing my feelings I've had since twelve.

In the car I tried so hard to stop myself from touching her, god the way her tits looked so plump in that dress. It was skin tight, her nipples were seen through it, I had my ac blasting for this reason. One small slip and her entire pussy would be out, I imagined how it looked. Glistening, twitching between my touch. God I needed her.

We made our way to the party, upon getting in I went off after seeing Mickey and his girl, I loved them together. I won't lie his girl has a fat ass, I would be fibbing if I said I never tried to get her to give me a lap dance but overall I'm chill with trying to get at her. I didn't see much of y/n for the night, I smoked with a few people. I drank with Dina and Jesse, once crossfaded I made my way to the bathroom. "Fuck I gotta piss" I stumbled in, I saw Y/n all over Abby I was just about done. I was heated, not Abby no way. I saw a girl dancing on Abby but I didn't think it was y/n.

"What the fuck?" We argued back and forth until I realized this HAS to be the liquor talking. "I'm not yours-" I felt sick, fuck I did not need to come off as some fucking simp. I immediately left the bathroom and sprinting out to my car, I figured I'd spend the night at Dina's dorm, I pulled out another rolled and lit it, I headed towards Mcdonalds...I needed to let off some steam before I went back to D's. Maybe I could hit up Sarah?

~ The same night prior ~

~ Abby point of view ~

I pulled up to Jesse's house, I admired the outside for a short while until I went in. I wandered making short convo's with people until my eyes landed on a familiar face. I walked into the kitchen and began pouring a drink for her.

Y/n led me to the dance floor, she was so sexy god. I really hope Ellie didn't get to her yet...she grinded against, her hand running down my abs. I couldn't control myself, I wanted to scoop her up and strip her, lick her down and fuck the shit out of her-

She pecked me then began walking away....I was confused, I followed her. I opened the door to see a puking mess. I cleaned her up, everything was going well until Ellie walked in. Fuck she definitely was Ellie's girl this always happened. "I'm not yours-" Oh shit. Ellie did NOT like that, I saw her face drop. She sprinted out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I laughed just as y/n collapsed into my arms asking to be taken home. I drove her home, carried her upstairs and placed her onto the bed I was assuming was hers. "Please get me cloths" She attempted to ask yet slurring her words. I scooped her up closing my eyes while changing her. I placed her into bed, got some water and Aspirin.

"shit I need some paper" I wandered looking for a notepad, I stole some out of Ellie's bag, jotting down my number then heading out. I was falling for her...and I think she is falling for Ellie. I drove home silently, I got inside my apartment, rubbed my Frenchies belly then headed to bed. 'I just need to pray she texts me' I thought as I drifted off.

"Your phone is going off Abby" Lev said, I walked over checking it out.

AHH IT'S HER!!

I immediately texted back, I grabbed a few pastries and some Mcdonalds and began heading her way. I need to win her over, not this time Ellie.

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