#is that the torture you had in mind for ellie

[hihopelessromantics]

making an nnt "god" a concrete thing with lore / biology. substance if you will. because committing to the bit is fun and nakaba missed out

inspired that the idea that not only should Meliodas and Elizabeth have a less human form but Tristan too! I love the different takes on their designs.

chapters cause this is long! and control f is our friend

canon adjacent lore

children of the gods

awakened god designs

the gods' chosen helpers

extra pet theory because I love y'all and I love elizabeth angst

@kalopsiakey @7-ratsinatrenchcoat thank you for helping out with the brainstorming for the tristan and melizabeth 'eldritch forms'! Hope you like the finished product!!

- - - - canon adjacent lore anyone ? - - - - -

In my aus, I usually go with the interpretation that the SD and DK are the latest two in a line of governing deities, with the others dying to various means. And the SD and DK blotted them out from public memory to establish the maximum amount of control for themselves.

In order to govern their realms, I propose it was a long-standing practice that gods would retain only a percentage of their power, and lend out the rest to trusted ones who help them ensure the safety and health of their realm. There might be other groups that the Archangels and Ten Commandments are in charge of!

Theoretically, this would also allow them to retain a form suitable to walk among their people. None of this taller than a castle shtick. Perhaps the DK and SD are physically magnified with their power. Part of their appearance is morphed by their will - the DK's armor, and the veil across the Supreme Diety's face seem to be symbols of their power. They can also be representative of how the DK was seen as an invincible opponent, and how now one knew the SD's true intentions but thought she's "too holy to look upon and find fault in."

To a god, sacrificing and dividing up your power (especially) in a time of peace is symbolic of trust and humility. In war, it could be neccessary to maintain one's prestige and honor as a monarch., Could mean that you value the ability to live as one of your people as one of them rather than as someone they worship.

- - - - children of the gods - - - -

What's the difference between something like the Supreme Diety and her daughter? Biologically, nothing, I'd assume. In nnt, "god" seems to be a state of being, asserted not simply by having power but by coming into your own and claiming it as you.

I propose that the gods are a conduit for that portion of their realm's magic that would otherwise roam freely, and that the other life in that realm has already absorbed, at birth, the limit each individual can handle. Biologically, that is.

For a goddess or demon to maintain that state in Britannia without cracking holes in the fabric of reality, there'd need to be some way to both reign in that power and dilute it down to a level that's manageable for that individual. And there probably are ways. Let's see what happened to Mel. His 'original powers,' when he accepted them, were raw and undivided; additionally, he had no clue how to manage a power influx of that extent and his mind was NOT in a good place to try and manage an extra extreme stressor. And uh. He has priors with letting his demon powers run amock in a destructive manner. If there's also a psychological component to how your godly powers act, that's the first uh-oh. Second uh - oh: he'd maintained complete certainty that unlocking them would have that kind of disastrous consequences for 3,000 years. self-fulfilling prophecies are a thing. especially if you believe that a demon's powers, specifically, their darkness, is deeply involved with their subconscious. Being 'a god' doesn't seem to logically coincide with being helpless. I think the real reason the DK and SD were trapped in their "bubbles" in their respective realms is their refusal to set aside that power, and walk as a simple demon or goddess even temporarily. A lack of will (in the gods' place) or a lack of control (Mel), rather than a lack of possibility. It makes it more interesting, I think!

In that case, the natural disasters we saw after Mel stepped into that power would be a result of the vast amount of demon realm magic accompanying him running completely amock in the wrong realm, interfering with the other magics present and the balance.

- - - - For "awakened god" designs! - - - -

I think Meliodas would want to keep his appearance mostly the same . . . just with more pizazz. Same with Zeldris, he seems to have it down pretty well already judging by his dramatic entrance in 4kota. If they're able to channel their powers well enough for this, I think they'd leave most 'monstrous' features toggled off while using this form except for their aura, and other associated demonic features such as wings, horns, and claws. They'd use the extra power boost to help their darkness roam with more versatility. Perhaps it'd form a tail behind them and coil about their horns and nearby loved ones like decorative, protective wreaths. It might lend a dragonlike flair to Meliodas, with several sets of horns about his face and dragonlike spines; and likewise, for Zeldris, some regal feathers and a simple, elegant floating crown - irremovable but loved - floating like a halo above his head.

I think Elizabeth would gain another pair of wings (if not more), and a dress of light in the same theme as Meliodas's assault mode outfit. She would have a magnificent crown of light, and she would hate it, she would complain that she didn't even wear a crown at her wedding, why does her magic think she'd want one? and she'd tear it off. every time. Maybe one day she'll accept it. Her brother-in-law tells her it's a symbol of how she'd given her heart, blood and breath to her realm, and to protecting the peace in Britannia, and that it's something she earned. But all she can see is this form is more grandiose than her mother's ever was, regardless of how much more like herself it looks than like some plain, no-faced worship-demanding statue. (That's how Meli describes her mother). Maybe one day! In the meantime, she released most of her original magic back to the Celestial Realm to assist in its revival. And covers up the crown with ribbons her husband sewed for her whenever she's prepping for a serious battle.

The special feature I came up with for what I'm calling Tristan's "awakened god form" is based on a biblical angel's wheels of eyes. That, except Twinkle stars, bright as a goddess's magic but as maneuverable as darkness, and they point in whichever direction he's focused on.

Wings would be feather-based, with darkness that weaves around them like the tounges of flames.

I think even the most high-level demons and goddesses would have less humanlike teeth in the back of their mouths accompanying their molars. Maybe just a little sharper, and much more durable. Maybe a second or third row of teeth that gets less prominent or even more retractable as it nears the lips. sharks come to mind. I'm jealous of their teeth. Why are ours so flimsy. Anyway. 7 rats proposed a demon / goddess child's noticably inhuman teeth might be like that of an anglerfish. Interesting idea.

Like. Uh- puts on a poetic narrator voice Like a wide smile, almost uncannily wide but almost like the way you walk with your feet pointed outward and not an emotion. And when he moves his mouth to speak or frown you can see little gleaming edges along his jaw like a set of jewels in a necklace. You're not sure what they are. Like spikes or horns but… from within. That ought to be decorative, you think, but you've thought the same about the demons’ sets of horns and their fangs and now that you think about it, the shapes surrounding the powered-up goddesses'… is they really magic or something supernatural beyond your mind’s comprehension. . . ?

As for the eyes - dark, demon-colored with swirling golden triskeles in the center. Since in normal form he already has the duality - and it makes sense considering how goddess and demon powers present themselves in their eyes - I think hiding the heterochromia in his eldritch form would make it more horrifying. Like, now we are stepping away from physics into what a “god” is in this universe. The darkness spills out of his eyes like the whisps of dry ice ofc!

- - - the gods' chosen helpers: examinating the the SD's blessings and the DK's curses - - - -

3/4 Archangels' Graces channel a certain element of nature: wind (Tornado), water (Ocean), light (Sunshine), with Ludociel's Flash being the odd one out. I propose this is because Ludociel has such a tainted mindset the only Grace that would take him is the one representing swift, determined action (because hehe). The Ten Commandments, unlike the Graces, have a further element of control - their double-edged nature - suggesting the DK isn't as thorough of a manipulatior (deadbeat hehe) as the SD and cannot rely on his command alone to gain 100% of the TC's focus. There's been clear tampering with the power it gives them, and less trust; they're artificial compared to the Graces, one of which was said to have chosen Escanor of its own free will. As for what they can do - they represent values that are considered virtues. Except for purity. what the hell does Derieri's purity do again? Not that she NEEDS that extra power, for the love of god the brute force trauma of this woman's second blow would probably cause permanent damage. Anyway, love forces those with hatred in their hearts to stand down from a fight (objectively not a bad thing), truth does the truth thing, etc.

These are not neccessarily combat-focused powers, though they are used and intended as such. It's not a stretch to say they could be utlized in a different manner in times of peace. The Demon Realm has probably countless small villages and intellegent species for the King to oversee and keep the peace between. It makes sense for him to have more vassals from that standpoint. Meanwile, the Celestial Realm from what we can tell has fallen into disrepair without the routine care of its people. I'm gonna go ahead and headcanon that the natural phenomenon here is at least as 'extreme' in human terms as the demon realm's, and that effectively managing a system of islands in the sky with probably dozens of intellegent migratory creatures like sky fish, etc. does take some supernatural effort. And that most of the goddess population here is centralized in one main area. Pretty much all nakaba has given us is an implied lack of diversity in the celestial realm (why everyone look like that except for Tarmiel) (it's fine we can make the creatures ourselves). Anyway. A not-double-edged-sword version of the Commandments and the current Graces could be repurposed to aid in civil relations (people), and enviornmental mangement (nature) respectively.

-- - - - - extra! pet theory as to why Elizabeth is an only child - - - -

I have a pet theory for my holy war au that Elizabeth wasn't made like a human child and is, rather, a genetic clone the SD shaped of herself (think shaping a living being out of clay) as well as just one in a succession of rebellious (and very dead) attempts at the perfect daughter. This is why there's only one of her, while Meliodas has a sibling, and why she's older than Meliodas. Until Elizabeth, there was no proof that what the SD and DK wanted could be managed without serious consequences. The SD learned that just having the one is important for the amount of control she wants over her daughter. She only has so much patience, and the sisters tended to back each other over her. Thank - well, herself - that they were so young. . . all those times. This is why the DK insisted on totally eliminating his children's emotions; he thinks so long as they don't care for one another, and don't even think to, he can manage as many as he wishes. Otherwise, he thinks the SD is a loon who failed like four times in succession, and refuses to acknowledge that he specifically waited for her to succeed, "learning" from her mistakes, before having his own children.

[tecchan]

"I'm immune" "I'm pregnant" *they fuck*

[talaok]

Old Man

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel needs glasses but won't admit it, and there's only an amount of teasing a man can take before he decides to show you just how much of an old man he is.

warnings: unprotected p in v sex, creampie, hair pulling, (joel gets a lil rough)

Ellie was the one to start it all,

I mean it's not like you hadn't noticed, but she was the one that started with the jokes.

Not very honorable of you to blame it all on the 14 year old, you knew... but still, just to get the record straight, you weren’t the one to tease him first.

“Gimmie Granpa” she had chuckled one time, grabbing the piece of paper where Maria had written down the recipe for her 'world-famous' casserole from his hands.

"Hey-" He'd protested,

"You can't see shit, man" she giggled, "Stop trying to fight it- you're getting old buddy"

And well from then on things had... escalated.

You'd yet to see a day where the poor man wasn't made fun of because of it, but truth be told, he really did need glasses.

You'd even suggested it to him more gently, in the comfort of your own room, away from Ellie's prying eyes.

"y'know baby, there's nothing wrong with getting glasses"

He'd looked at you as if you'd just told him to go fuck himself.

"Don't look at me like that" you'd smiled, rounding the bed to intertwine your hands behind his neck "It's for your own good"

"I don't need glasses"

"no?" you'd bit down a grin "you sure?"

"'m sure alright" he grumbled

"I bet Tommy would know where to get you a pair if you asked"

"darlin'"

"yes, baby?" you'd asked, hopeful

"I don't need 'em"

And you really did want to keep on trying to convince him, but then he'd kissed you and well- it must have slipped your mind.

Unluckily for him, not for a very long time.

He was in the bathroom, trying, or more specifically struggling, to open a bandaid for your injured finger.

It wasn't anything serious, just a little cut, but as you'd disinfected it, he'd insisted on covering it up, only of course you hadn't expected it to take so long.

"Baby, what's wrong, you can't find them?"

But the answer to your question was right before you as you entered the bathroom.

As I said, he was struggling.

A laugh bubbled up your throat as you took in his focused expression, the frown on his forehead, the squint in his eyes...

"Let me do it"

"No I can do it I just-" he tried to get it open again, failing miserably.

"Joel-" you smiled, walking up to him "let me" you said softly

And with a sigh, he surrendered, handing you the poor, tortured bandaid

"I could have done that" he grumbled as he watched you do it in a split second.

"Sure you could, old man" You grinned to yourself, carefully applying the bandage to your finger.

"What did you just say?"

A soft, breathless gasp fled your mouth-

He'd moved right behind you, and his hands were now on your waist.

"Jesus babe" you laughed,

"What did you say?"

His voice was rough, and his eyes... something had shifted behind his eyes.

You watched his reflection in the mirror before you as you answered

"I said I'm sure you could"

"Mhh" he hummed, his head lowering until he could dive into your neck and inhale your scent "The other thing"

"what other thing?" you feigned innocence, enthralled by his demeanor, by the almost predatorial look in his eyes

"You know what"

"no I don'-"

But you didn't have time to finish, he'd already grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back until his mouth was ghosting yours

"you called me an old man, darlin'?"

He was a different man from a minute ago.

This was the Joel Miller people feared, the one that killed without remorse, the one that fucked you rough- the once that a sick and twisted part of you revered.

"Baby I was jokin-"

"didn't look like it" he growled, his clothed hard-on pressing into your ass making you whimper, "you think I'm an old man, babydoll?" he murmured, his grip tightening around your hair "I'll show you how much of an old man I am"

Next thing you knew, your upper body was flushed against the sink's countertop, and your shorts were at your feet, together with your panties.

You watched from the mirror as he freed his cock with the hand that wasn't holding you down, and then you felt it-

"will you look at that" he chuckled darkly, the tip of his dick sliding between your folds with ease "you're makin' a mess for an old man, babydoll"

"J-Joel" you whimpered

"no no darlin'" he cooed "You've brought this on yourself- now you're gonna be good and take it, alright?"

When you didn't respond, he yanked your head back, forcing you to look at him through the mirror

"alright?" he bent down, growling in your ear

"y-yes"

"try not to be too loud," he whispered "You wouldn't want people to know how much you like getting fucked by an old man"

You had no time to respond, to tell him how much you didn't care, because he'd already pushed himself fully inside of you, and the only thing you could do was scream.

"you can't help yourself can ya?" he muttered, watching your face contort in all sorts of bliss-induced expressions "The old man gives it to ya too good, 's that it?" he groaned, feeling your walls squeeze around him

"look at me" he ordered, pulling your hair again, making you open your eyes and watch him as he ruthlessly slammed inside of you "Look at the old man who's fuking you, darlin', don't be rude" he grinned

The sound of his skin against yours reverberated through the bathroom, and god it was nasty.

"f-fuck" you tried to speak, tears tarnishing your vision

"I know, I know" he pretended to care, getting up from where he was pressing his torso onto your back, using a hand to get you to remain flush against the sink "I'm going too slow, ain't I?"

Oh shit

Oh fucking shi-

If you thought he was going hard before... you hadn't seen anything.

You couldn't fully create one single thought in your mind as he picked up his pace, as he started literally slamming into you fast and hard enough to break you in half.

"I'm jus' an old man after all babydoll, ain't I?" he breathed, one hand still on your back while the other was still forcing your head up to look at him "You'll understand if I can't fuck you as hard as you'd like" it was like he wasn't hearing how loud you were moaning, how breathless your whines and gasps where each time his dick hit your cervix "what's that?" he mocked "you need it harder darlin'?"

"J-Joel-" you whined, begging, pleading for what you weren't even sure

"shh I got you baby" he cooed, bending down to whisper in your ear again, slowing down his pace just to thrust so fucking deep and hard into you you swore you saw stars "I know my old man's pace ain't enough for you doll"

But it was- Oh it was more than enough.

And yet he didn't care- he was going even harder, even faster, even deeper, and you... you didn't even remember your name anymore.

You could feel the thickness of his cock as it slammed into you over and over and over again, the way it would hit the most hidden spots inside of you, the ones only Joel had only ever been able to find, and then-

And then you could hear his grunts and strangled groans as he fucked you within an inch of your life, as his hair fell to his forehead and tears streamed down your face and your eyes struggled to remain open, struggled to keep on watching him as he fucked you from behind with enough force to break the fucking sink you were on.

Until it got to be too much, until you felt your stomach tighten and the fuse lighting, until he hit that secret spot once again, and all you could do was close your eyes as bliss took over your body, as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

"look at you" he groaned "coming all over an old man's cock" he breathed, your walls squeezing him too good to do anything else but follow suit "letting an old man come deep inside of ya"

It took a long moment for either of you to wake up from the sex-induced haze, but Joel was in much better shape than you, so it was him who came back earlier.

he begrudgingly pulled out, enjoying for a moment too long his own handy work before he helped you up, picking you up bridal style once he realized how useless your legs had become.

"baby" you murmured, before he could place you on the bed "You know I was joking right?" you said, leaning up to kiss him, your mouth catching his in a sweet, gentle kiss that contradicted completely the way he'd just ruined your ability to walk properly

"You're not an old man" you promised

"mh?" he hummed, kissing you again just because he could

"yeah" you smiled, melting into the kiss for what felt like an eternity

He was holding you gently, watching your eyes as they begged to close.

"good" he hummed against your mouth, watching it twist into a devious little smirk as a spark ignited in your eyes

"Although I still think you should at least consider getting glasses-"

"darlin'" he stopped you immediately "I suggest you stop talkin''"

"or what?" you bit down a grin, laughing softly

"Or Tommy's gonna be real mad when you tell him you can't make it to patrol tomorrow 'cause your legs don't work"

[stylesispunk]

"A lot to live without"

outbreak! Joel miller x f!reader

summary: what are you supposed to do if there is no him.

wc: 2k>

warning: angst, grief. (yes)

a/n: I have more fix it fics to work in, but I also wrote this short one yesterday because i was feeling like shit. Besides, angst is part of my package so why not?

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

You still couldn't wrap your head around the idea your fingers were caressing a name craved on stone.

"beloved father"

"beloved brother"

But what about the beloved lover? that one who had torn apart his walls just to let you in. The one who had kept you safe from your nightmares when he still had his torturing his own mind like demons chasing him constantly.

Oh god, you sobbed, in between short breaths, while leaning your head towards the stone. As if you could feel the warmth of his breath mingling yours, as if his hands would wipe you tears with those callused fingers you loved wrapped yours with. As if you could open your eyes and meet those brown eyes that had softened after the life he had made with, the one he had built with you in here. In peace and quiet.

You almost felt his fingertips caressing your cheeks with tenderness, fingertips caressing with the warmth it comes with life, a life that now has been ended in the cruelest way.

Your heart hurt in a strangely different way. A kind of pain you haven't had felt before. Not even a broken bone or a knife throbbing in your middle could compare to this revolting feeling.

It wasn't physical. It was the kind of pain that seemed to have crushed your soul. That kind of pain that would never pass, would never heal. The one that could eat you little by little because it has sucked the life out of you.

A week had passed.

Seven full days without seeing his face, without waking up with an arm around your middle and a head resting on your chest.

Seven.

Without warm. Without sunshine caressing your skin. Instead, in its place a monstrous cold that had soaked into your bones, like the touch of his hand after his death.

God.  Joel Miller and death couldn’t go in the same sentence. It felt almost ridiculous for a man who has survived all these times just for his life ending in a weak act of revenge.

The world stopped. Yours had stopped.

It stopped the moment Ellie, Dina and Jesse’s horses came through those gates with blood-stained saddlebags and a rolled-up blanket that could’ve been anything. Should’ve been anything. But you knew.

Just it wasn’t supposed to be Joel’s lifeless frame.

Your legs had moved before your brain could stop them, a scream building in your chest, clawing at your throat, spilling out in broken, incomprehensible sound the second you saw it. Tommy’s face — like a man carved from stone, grief hardened in every line, his hand on your shoulder grounding the truth you didn’t want to face.

It was a day of blood under your fingernails, gravel cutting into your knees, and Ellie’s face crumpling in a way you wouldn’t wish on the cruelest soul. The weight in your chest so heavy it pressed your ribs inward until you swore, they’d snap. You begged the earth to swallow you.

It didn’t.

You didn’t know how you were able to get there, how your legs moved beneath you, how your hands pushed the door open past Tommy, but you fell to your knees beside him, the blanket peeled back like some horrible.

There he was.

Joel.

Your Joel.

His face bloodied, bruised, lips split, but still him. Those lashes you used to kiss at dawn. That jaw you traced when you thought he was asleep. Skin pale, lips bluer than they should’ve been.

You reached out, fingers trembling so badly you barely made contact, brushing over his cheek.

Cold.

Not the kind of cold that came with this winter, with long patrol nights or chilled hands warming beneath blankets. The kind of cold that didn’t leave. The kind that sank into skin because there was no warmth left inside.

You sobbed.

“Oh god, Joel,” your voice cracked, a sound you didn’t recognize, “Joel, please—”

And then Tommy was there, kneeling beside you, face wrecked and wet and older than it had ever looked.

“He’s gone,” Tommy choked, like it physically hurt to say.

You cradled Joel’s cheek, tried to find anything, anything warm in him.

“He’s cold, Tommy,” you whispered, your throat raw, “We should—we should wrap a blanket around him. He’ll get sick—”

Your fingers tangled in the blood-matted hair you’d brushed from his face just that morning. Just hours ago, when the sun barely came up and he mumbled about five more minutes, pulling you against his chest, breath warm on your skin.

“He’s cold,” you repeated, voice cracking completely, “He’ll be cold like this—”

Tommy’s hand was on your shoulder, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises you wouldn’t notice for days. His face was twisted, voice breaking as he spoke.

“I know,” he said, ragged and useless, “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

But you didn’t stop.

You curled yourself over him, forehead pressed to his, as if you could will the life back into him. As if the warmth you gave could fill him again. As if the world could undo itself.

But the cold stayed because he wouldn’t come back.

During the second day, you didn’t sleep. Didn’t eat. Didn’t move, unless someone made you.

Your body became foreign. Limbs you didn’t recognize. Hands that trembled even when you told them not to. You sat on the front porch where he’d spent a thousand mornings watching sunrises he pretended not to care about. The chair beside you empties. You didn’t cry this time. You just stared.

People spoke to you. Said words. Food. Rest. Breathe. All pointless.

He wasn’t in any of them.

Just flowers around your house. One you couldn’t face to step inside the door now.

The third day, the dreams started. Not of him alive, that would’ve been a mercy.

You saw his body. Over and over. In the barn. On the road. On the place where he taught you to shoot. Every time you closed your eyes, it was there. And waking up was worse. Because for a second you forgot. For a single, brutal second you reached across a bed for him. And then the cold came in.

You broke the mirror in Maria’s and Tommy bathroom.

Didn’t even feel the glass slicing skin.

During the fourth day, you face yourself and your pain. You stepped inside the house for the first time since his death and the house smelled like him.

It was the soap. The old jacket draped on the back of the chair. The coffee mug you still unwashed. And it was a cruelty, because every breath you took was a lie. The scent fading. You could almost pretend if you kept the door closed, didn’t let the world in, he might still be here.

You found one of his shirts in the laundry.

Sat on the floor with it, knees to your chest.

Cried until your throat burned.

At day five, anger came. That was new.

It came in sharp and bright. Rage at everything. At the world. At the sky for daring to be so blue. At Jackson’s walls for being too damn high to matter. At yourself for surviving. At Joel himself for leaving you behind.

You screamed until your voice went hoarse.

And then it was empty again.

During day six, you counted every hour. Every minute. The clock in the living room ticked so loudly it became a torment. Time moved in jagged, unnatural ways. Minutes stretched into eternities. You watched the light shift through the window like you were watching for him. As if maybe — maybe, he’d step through the door with that crooked, half-guilty smile, calling you by that nickname only he was allowed to use.

He didn’t.

And you hated yourself for hoping.

You wanted to die.

And now, at the seventh day, with you still kneeling on his grave. You told him you didn’t know how to keep going. It was true, you meant it.

“I don’t know how to keep going,” you whispered. Your voice sounded foreign in the still air. “I mean it, Joel. I don’t. I don’t know what the fuck to do now.”

The words clung to the silence.

And then you felt it — not a sound, not a voice, but a presence near you. You knew it without looking. Ellie.

She’d been avoiding you all week. Wouldn’t meet your eyes. Wouldn’t come near you. And God, you understood. You understood that guilt, that heavy, ugly thing gnawing at her broken, now healing ribs. The way it twisted her mouth when she tried to speak and couldn’t.

But it hurt. It hurt more than you could stand because you needed her. And she was too far away.

You lifted your head, your face blotched and raw, and there she was. A few yards away. Standing like a ghost, her arms crossed over her stomach, her face as pale as the clouded sky above.

You could see it in her. That look. Like she wanted to come to you but thought she didn’t deserve it. Like the grief belonged to her alone.

So, you did the only thing you could. You lifted your arm.

In a quite small, weak gesture, but it was everything you had left to give.

Her chin quivered. You saw the shine in her eyes, the battle in her chest. “C’mere,” your voice cracked, half a sob, half a plea. “Baby girl… c’mere.”

And slowly, like she was afraid you’d take it back, she moved.

Step by step.

Until she was close enough for you to wrap your arm around her.

Until her knees hit the dirt beside yours.

Until her head was buried in your shoulder and your fingers tangled in her hair.

And for the first time in seven days, the ache inside you shifted. Not gone. Not healed. But a little less lonely.

Her shoulders shook against you, ragged sobs breaking loose the way neither of you had let yourselves fall apart in front of each other all week. The air was sharp with cold, damp earth clinging to your knees, but neither of you moved. Neither of you could.

You kept your hand in her hair, fingers trembling as you combed them through the tangled strands like you’d seen him do a hundred times when she was upset. And maybe you were doing it for yourself too. Maybe it was the last piece of him you had left.

“I miss him so much,” Ellie whispered, her voice so small it made your heart physically ache.

“I know, baby girl. I know.”

The words cracked apart in your throat. Joel used to call her that. Since when things were still simple in their own complicated way.

She pulled back, just enough to look at you, her face blotchy and red, eyes rimmed with swollen skin. “I… I should’ve—”

“No,” you cut in, your voice firm despite the tears choking you. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to carry a guilt it doesn’t belong to you.”

“But I—”

“No.” You grabbed her shoulders, made sure she was really looking at you. “He loved you. You hear me? Nothing about what happened changes that.”

Her mouth wobbled, fresh tears welling up, and you knew there was more she wanted to say, but something inside you splintered then. The weight you’d been carrying, this secret pressing against your ribs, rising in your throat every night, it was too much.

And now, with her here, with the grave between you and the cold earth around you, you just… couldn’t hold it anymore.

You looked at Joel’s name craved on that stone, then shifted your gaze back to Ellie.

“Ellie,” your voice broke, rough and soft all at once. You took her hand, pressing it to your stomach, though there wasn’t anything to feel yet. Not yet.

“I’m pregnant.”

She stared. Like the words didn’t make sense at first. Like her brain had to piece them together.

And then the breath left her in a hitched, broken sound. “What?”

“I didn’t—I didn’t get to tell him,” You managed, the sob catching on your lips before you could stop it. “I was gonna—“you sobbed again, “But you know he was getting older and I was scared-“

Ellie’s hand trembled against you.

“I don’t know what to do,” you confessed, shaking your head, pressing your palm over hers. “I don’t know how to do this without him.”

Her face crumpled again, tears spilling over, and this time it wasn’t just grief. It was something softer. Something terrified and protective and bone-deep yours.

“I’ll help you,” she whispered. “I’ll—I’ll be here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I swear.”

You pulled her back against you, burying your face in her hair as the wind blew through the trees, rattling branches like brittle bones. And in that hollow, ruined space inside you, something fragile sparked. Not hope, not yet — but the thin, flickering thread of not being alone.

And for now, it was enough.

Ellie stayed there, curled into your side, the two of you pressed together against the cold earth like it might anchor you to the world before it slipped away entirely.

You didn’t say anything for a while. Just breathed. Just existed.

The wind whistled low through the trees, carrying with it the faintest hint of pine and cold earth, and somewhere nearby, a crow croaked out a single, harsh note. The world was still turning. It felt cruel.

Ellie shifted then, her hand still resting on your stomach, and tilted her head to look past you — at the headstone. At the name carved in stone like it could contain a man so big, so stubborn, so him.

Joel Miller.

Beloved Father.

Beloved Brother.

And to you — beloved everything.

You felt Ellie’s breath stutter against your shoulder, the faintest catch of her throat before she spoke. Her voice was rough, but there was a thread of something else in it now. Not light. Not humor, not quite. But a kind of aching tenderness you’d only ever seen her give him.

“Did you hear that, old man?” she whispered hoarsely, her fingers brushing against the grave marker like she might get a reaction. “You’re gonna be a dad again.”

The words hit the air and settled between you like a living thing.

And your chest cracked open all over again, but this time it wasn’t just pain. It was longing. It was grief. It was love so enormous it hurt to hold.

Because you will have to this alone, without him.

You let out a ragged breath, your lips trembling into a small, wrecked smile, and you leaned your head against Ellie’s.

“Yeah,” you whispered to the dirt, to the wind, to the man you’d lost. “You better stick around somehow, Miller. ‘Cause I can’t do this shit without you.”

Ellie let out a wet, broken laugh.

The two of you sat there, together, the grave in front of you and the cold world beyond it. And for the first time in seven days, the unbearable weight in your chest felt a little less sharp.

Still heavy.

Still raw.

But you weren’t alone.

And neither was he.

[miajooz]

here me OUT

ellie teases the reader and edges her too much so she gets up and locks herself in the bathroom to finish the job herself. ellie begs at the door for her to forgive her and let her do it. the rest is up to youuuu

Give it to me, Baby ⋆˙⟡

warnings ⋆˙⟡ Smut (obviously) multiple orgasms, masturbation (both), fingering (r!receiving), strap use (r!receiving), thigh riding (e!giving), edging, worshiping, praise, swearing. SUBTOP!ELLIE

wc ⋆˙⟡ 7.2k

Ellie was never really one to deprive you of pleasure—no, that wasn’t her style at all. In fact, seeing you shaking and writhing in pleasure was her favorite sight. Maybe because she loved the way your jaw went slack, or maybe because she loved the fact she made you react that way. Regardless, she was dumbed down to a complete fool who loved watching you crumble when she made you feel like you were on another planet.

Though, it wasn’t in a freak-dominant way you may think—it was different. Ellie enjoyed the fact that she could make her girlfriend feel so good, that came with the visual aspect of seeing you orgasm. It proved that not only could she love you, but she could please you as well

Ellie was a slut for hearing you egg her on. She loved when you made requests, told her what made you feel best—anything of that nature. Hearing you tell her how good she made you feel could make her finish from the littlest amount of friction—differing from your situation, where you were stuffed with her fingers or strap.

She thought about edging before, but felt as if it would be too cruel. Of course it sounded hot in retrospect—but it still wasn’t her style.

Yet when she heard you ask her to do it, she couldn’t resist you. Sure, it sounded a bit strange—but trying and wanting new things was only natural! Especially in sex where it’s more fun that way. So, she agreed.

How Ellie got carried away with this new idea was completely beyond her. She did it once, hot enough! You were ready to finish now, in fact, you were losing your mind from the first time she ripped your orgasm away.

Second time? Thats fine..maybe she felt as though she should build your pleasure up as much as she could. Torturous but fair.

Third time? Okay, now you really needed to cum. This was getting to be far too much. The first two times were already to much—yet she kept it pushing. She kept depriving you of that release you craved with every fiber of your being.

Fourth time—you were in shambles. By this point you were crying from how badly you wanted to finish. Your wetness was all over your thighs, your ass, the bed, and even Ellie. She seemed to feel bad for edging you four fucking times, her hand had reached down to cup your cheek tenderly. But you were not having it, the need to feel that tension in your lower abdomen snap was much stronger than any other feeling. There was stronger feeling in your hold, all the blood rushed down and made it all the more torturous.

That’s how you found yourself locked in the bathroom, sitting on the floor by the tub with your fingers between your thighs. You were circling your clit with a little too much desperation, all you could think about was how amazing you’d feel when you came.

But it wasn’t peaceful—Ellie was outside the bathroom door. She was knocking on it desperately, her voice sounded needy and guilty. You could practically see the remorse on her face, even though she was behind a closed door. You just knew what her expression looked like, it was all panicked—her eyes filled with a deep kind of yearning.

And you were right.

You tried to tune it out, but even when you shoved two fingers inside yourself and the sound of squelching echoed through the room—her voice was louder.

“Baby, please. I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll let you cum. Please just come out here.” she pleaded, knocking softly on the door. She felt absolutely terrible for getting ahead of herself, but she just couldn’t help it.

The way you would desperately rut your hips against her finger after every time she ripped an orgasm away from you was absolutely intoxicating. It was unfair and dangerous how much that turned her on.

So, yeah—she got carried away. But she was ready to make up for it, she wanted to make you cum as many times as she didn’t let you. Four times was a bit greedy and ridiculous. But she had a strap, a tongue, and a desperate, psychological need to please. A need she couldn’t just shove down, she was in shambles too.

How could she cope with the loss of not seeing you cum? No, that was too much. The thought alone made her voice even more distressed and her knocks a bit louder.

“I’m sorry, I swear I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life—the best four orgasms of your life!” she pleaded, trying her absolute hardest to coax you off the bathroom floor and into her arms. “I’ll never put you through that again, I’ll fuck you until you’re limp. Just how you like.”

Her words had almost the opposite effect, the way she was begging to fuck you and make up for her actions—or lack there of—made your fingers move faster and your breathing become more labored. Ellie could hear it, she could hear the way you were getting yourself off. Maybe if you came once, you’d give her more at her own hands.

So, she kept talking.

“Please, I need you so bad. You wanna feel good, yeah? I can give it to you, baby.” she begged, only lightly knocking on the door now so you could hear every single word. Or maybe so she could hear your choked out gasps and the way your chest heaved.

You let out a pathetic moan, the type of moan that crawled its way out of your throat when you thought you could keep it in. But it wasn’t a secret what you were doing.

Not when the humiliating, wet, sloshing sounds coming from your pussy were bouncing and echoing off the walls. The sound was all around you, but you tried to imagine it was Ellie doing this to you. You tried to pretend she was finally satisfying you, and the voice in the background was her talking you through it.

So yeah, it wasn’t secretive.

Not when the sound of your sweet moans made Ellie reach down her own pants and work at her own clit.

Not when the sounds coming from that bathroom were downright dangerous, downright torturous to your pathetic girlfriend outside.

Not when she was touching herself to the fact you were touching yourself. It’s crazy how things like this come to be when two people are horny enough. Or maybe it’s because you were both deprived in a way—a differing way, sure, but you were both struggling with a desire to have each other.

“Please, please. I need to see you cum, I jus’ wanna see it.” she pleaded, her voice sounded all breathy and nearly whiney. “Fuck, please. I’ll do anything you want me to. Anything.”

You let out a particularly loud moan, getting off on her words so much to the point of insanity. Who knew such deprived horniness and breathy dirty talk could have such a big effect. Maybe it didn’t, but after being refused an orgasm four times—it didn’t take much to affect you.

Ellie cursed under her breath, two fingers working at her own dripping pussy, maybe that’s the thing you didn’t differ in. She was pumping her fingers in and out of her sopping hole, other hand on the door for support. She was a mess, sweat dripping down her forehead, both her fluid and the leftover coating of yours mixing inside her cunt, her jaw slack—it was a sight, but not one you could see behind a closed door.

But surely you could imagine, right? Surely that got you off—a lot.

“I can fuck you with my fingers first, I’ll make you cum so hard and stretch you out so good. You’ll be seeing stars, I promise.” she tried to assure you, both your fingers working desperately in your own pussies, buried knuckle deep. “And I’ll do it right. Since—since you’ll cum, You know?”

What a dork. God, you were in love. You also knew she was stumbling over her words from fingering hers led so aggressively. You could hear the wet wounds through the door.

Then she continued, “You’ll be all stretched out, right? Then maybe I can fuck you with the strap—any position you want. I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll give you anything.”

You were a hot mess by this point, such vulgar words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel a tight coil in your stomach, your breathing becoming heavier as you only got closer.

But Ellie just kept talking, continuing her ramble in description about how good she’d make you feel if you came out of that bathroom. “Please let me fuck you properly. I’ll clean you up afterwards—then you’ll cum again!” she breathed out, her breathing just as labored as yours. she was close too, filtering her mind into an even filthier state than before. “I can make it up to you, i can stuff you so good and so full.”

“So full you will miss it when you’re empty, please, please, please.”

That was the last straw, all the remaining strings holding you together had snapped, had been overwrote by a shudder of bliss that overtook your entire body. With the perfect, most calculated, but also desperate pump and curl of your fingers, you reached said bliss.

“F-fuck, Els!” you cried out, as if she was the one with her fingers stuffed inside your cunt. You wished she was, you missed those veiny, long fingers that gave you a one way ticket to heaven when she used them.

Ellie wasn’t far behind, hearing the sound of you coming undone threw her over the edge. She desperately bucked her hips against her hand, her fingers hitting that rougher spot inside her, abusing it until the overwhelming feeling of her orgasm shot through her. She rode it out, moaning like a bitch in heat and letting her palm bump against her swollen clit perfectly.

The both of you remained in your places for a moment, chests heaving and minds clouded. It took a bit for you finally come to your senses, the aftershocks hitting you like a bodily reset, it felt like the cogs in your mind were all stuck in place as you sat on the back room floor—back arched and pussy stuffed with your own digits.

You managed to scoot forward a bit, reaching your hand up to the doorknob. With a small flick of the wrist, you unlocked the door.

That click was all Ellie needed, it snapped her out of her partial jelly-brained state. With a pathetic gasp, she opened the door, poking her head in to make sure she wouldn’t hit you with the hard wood.

The sight before her made her moan, her breath coming out in small pants and her face soft but utterly needy. “Oh, baby. You’re such a mess.” she coaxed standing over you but eventually crouching down to where you were.

You let out some sort of whimper—as if you were trying to speak but unable to because of the short circuiting of your brain cells. Ellie grabbed your wrist gently, slowly pulling it away from you. Your fingers followed, they were pulled out of your soaked pussy with a coating of fluid that said enough in itself.

When your hole was left empty, you were snapped out of your thoughts. Furthermore, when Ellie put one hand on your back, and her other arm under your thighs. She lifted you up with ease, looking down at your face. You looked so pretty, she wanted that perfect face to contort into bliss, she wanted to see it.

No, she needed to see it.

Ellie carried you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, holding you tenderly and steadily against her. She then set you down on the bed with a small groan, almost immediately taking her rightful place on top of you.

Within seconds your lips were connected, the kiss was messy and passionate. Your lips crashed together repeatedly, one hand keeping her propped up and the other on the back of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, short gasps leaving you every time your lips parted for air or to just deepen the kiss.

Her leg slipped between your thighs, pushing against your cunt softly. You proceeded to rut your hips against the surface of her thigh ever so slightly, she groaned and resisted the urge to straddle you and ride your thigh.

Ellie was kissing you with a need that couldn’t be described in words, only actions. Pornographic, pathetic moans left her as she worked her lips against yours in a way that left you craving more. A way that made you feel like the only thing keeping you in once piece was the death grip she had on you and the feeling of her tongue down your throat.

She pulled away for a brief moment, breaths shaky and cheeks flushed. Her eyes held something familiar in them, she was falling apart just by looking at your face. You had that expression on your face that made her mind fill with the most vile of thoughts. Thoughts she needed to act on.

“Oh, baby. I need you so bad. Can I please finger you again? I’ll be so fucking good to you—just tell me you want it.” she breathed out, her lips practically gravitated towards your neck.

Your fingers tangled in her hair, soft breathes of bliss leaving your throat as you felt her kiss and suck at your throat. “I want it, Els. I need it.”

Ellie’s hands traveled down your body, kneading your breast with her free hand tenderly. She pinched your nipple and bit down on your collarbone particularly hard, making you yelp in response.

She pulled away briefly, offering you a breathy, “sorry,” before continuing. Two fingers rubbed your nipples softly in apology, along with the soft peck of the lips you earned. Eventually she pulled away and paused her abuse on your neck, just to simply stare at you.

Ellie’s eyes were so full of love, so full of emotion, admiration. They were the eyes of somebody who was mesmerized, hypnotized, enamored, all simply from the sight of you. The sight of your flushed cheeks, the hair sticking to your forehead, your naked body, all of it.

She was reminded in moments like these how much she actually needed you. She couldn’t even fathom where she’d be without this. Without you.

“Ugh, I love you so fucking much. You’re so perfect, how did I get so lucky?” she said breathlessly, a moan leaving her as she saw the look on your face. She rolled your nipple between her fingers softly, unable to break eye contact with you.

“Ellie, cmon..” you urged, mainly because you remembered the promises she made to you earlier. You knew she’d be good to you, she always was.

When she didn’t get carried away in the act of edging you, that is.

Ellie said nothing, but her actions were enough. She let her hand slide down your body further, settling them in between your thighs. she caressed the skin of your inner thighs so tenderly you were almost tricked into thinking this would be a peaceful experience.

Until the tips of her middle and ring finger found your bud, you could see the self control and restraint leaving her irises. She let out a breathy sound as she started her circling motions on your clit—moaning as if she was the one receiving it.

All you could do was look at her as her green eyes pierced your own. Ellie couldn’t look away, not when you looked at her like that. Not when there was that softness to your features when she made you feel good, not when she could sit and watch your expressions with every small but purposeful movement.

Ellie was obsessed with that, she could get high off it. Forget weed!

Ellie stoped her fingers for a moment, taking in the whine of protest you let out when she did so. She quickly maneuvered your legs further apart, you could feel her mainly focusing on one for reasons you were oblivious too. She then straightened your leg so it was hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Just hold it there, please. Don’t move, okay?” you were confused when she requested that, until she was sliding her panties down her thighs. You watched in absolute awe.

She held them delicately in her hand, before tossing them aside. Her eyes were on you again, her eyes slightly wide and her lips parted.

“Baby, what are you—“ you tried to ask, but you were cut off when she placed her wet cunt on your thigh. You shivered at the feeling, instinctively bucking your hips a bit and lifting your thigh.

“Oh, fuck!” Ellie moaned breathlessly, she wasn’t expecting that kind of friction since she told you to stay still. She panted softly, her eyebrows knitted together in way that made your neglected hole pulse.

She let her hand find your cunt again, the tips of her fingers trailing up and down your soaked slit. The whole time you held eye contact, the tension was palpable. Even more so when she slowly pushed two fingers inside you, intently watching your face.

You let out a weak sigh, moving your thigh up again so that you were both moaning together. When she curled your fingers and hit that rougher, spongy part inside you, you tilted your head back. A broken moan left your throat, as if your larynx was worn out from how much you were moaning that night. The exhaustion of phantom, pulled away cries of protest when she refused you an orgasm over and over again were lodged in there.

Ellie saw you tilt your head back, to which she immediately grabbed your face with the hand that was holding her up before and forced you to look at her. “No, no, baby. Please let me watch, I need to watch.” she pleaded, starting to pump her fingers in and out of your squelching, embarrassedly, wet hole. “You have the most gorgeous face. Especially when you’re moaning.”

You gently rocked against her fingers, making her soaked cunt slide on your thigh. Ellie’s jaw clenched as the friction in her needy clit was satisfied, she ground her hips on your thigh in response. Broken, needy moans left her as she slid her pussy over her own slick, the feeling was intoxicating and so was the sight. She worked her fingers rougher, faster, everything she could possibly do to make you squirm.

“That’s it, baby. Take it like that, you’re so unbelievably beautiful” she moaned, her eyes trained on the way your jaw went slack. Those fingers of hers were a lethal weapon, a weapon in which could make you a melted mess in a matter of seconds.

Ellie couldn’t help but ramble at the sight of your blissed out face, “Look at you, prettiest face I’ve ever seen. You’re heaven itself, everything you do is so perfect.” she whimpered, roughly fingering you and grinding against your thigh like a creature in heat. “You’re so gorgeous, can you feel the way you’re sucking me in? It’s like you were made to take my fingers. They just fit so well, yeah?”

“I wanna keep them inside you forever. It’s so warm, I can’t get tired of those sounds.”

“Fuckk me..so good, baby. It’s all so good.”

The way Ellie was talking only made you get off even more. The way she was practically worshipping you for just sitting there and letting her finger you was almost too much. Her fingers hit the perfect spot with every thrust. All you could do was take it and listen to her endless ramble.

Your hands were shaking, but you managed to reach them out and place them softly on her ass. Your bodies were so tangled up now, you were in a knot you never wanted to be untied from. You slowly moved her against your thigh, watching the way her lips parted further and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh, god. Yeah, s’good, you’re so good to me.” she moaned, you could see the way her face crumbled as she fell apart. But it only made her want to put you in that same state, so she did.

Ellie’s fingers fucked you at a brutal pace. The wet sounds of squelching and your loud moans echoed off the walls. You gripped onto the flesh of her ass, moving her against your thigh and her own slick.

“Shit, Els!” you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut so you couldn’t see the way she intently watched you. You could feel the knot in your stomach forming, your whole abdomen felt tight and strained.

Ellie was in a similar state, she tilted her head back and desperately ground against your thigh. Needy moans crawled out of her throat, the sound of her wet cunt against your thigh and the sound of her working your hole only brought her closer.

Within seconds you were ruined. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slacked even further, pussy clamped so tightly on her fingers it was hard to move—all of it. A loud string of moans were pushed out of you as you came on her fingers, your back arched and your cunt overwhelmed.

Ellie helped you ride it out, but the way your body arched up against her pussy made her hips stutter. One last look at your fucked out face was all it took.

“I love you, you’re so perfect. Im gonna soak your fucking thigh.” she said breathlessly, the last part more high pitched as she threw her head back, her mouth stuck open as a string of curses and cries of your name were moaned like a demand, like a surrender in a way.

Your hands found their way to the arch of her back, fingers digging into the smooth flesh. But her fingers didn’t stop moving, she was too distracted by her own orgasm. You whined and clawed at her back, the overstimulation making your eyes become glossy.

“Ellie, please! Too much, f-fuck!” you cried, you were so overstimulated and sensitive it almost hurt.

When you spoke up, Ellie stopped thrusting her fingers in and out of your tired hole, looking down at you with a blissed out expression. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize.”

Didn’t realize? Didn’t realize she was still fingering you? That had to be some sort of earth shattering orgasm.

Ellie then pulled her fingers out of you, groaning at the wet sound it made and then the fluid layer covering her skin. She brought her fingers to her lips. sticking her tongue out and kitty licking your juices off her digits.

You watched in awe and utter bewilderment, your lips slightly parted in an attempt to say something—though you were ultimately silenced by the sight of her sliding them into her mouth. She sucked on them as if they were a candy, as if your arousal on them was some delicacy that couldn’t be wasted.

You tried to sit up to have some control in this situation, but she just pushed you back down by your chest.

“I’m not done, baby. Three more, yeah?”

Your eyes went visibly wider. Right, she already told you this. As much as you were flattered, it all sounded exhausting.

But who were you to say no to such a kind offer!

Except you were somebody to worry about it.

“Els, this is too much. We’re both going to get tired. We can pick this up tomorrow, if you’d like.” you offered, worried about her comfort more than the orgasms she owed you.

But she wasn’t even listening. She was off your thigh in seconds, leaning over to slide the drawer open and shuffle though it. You looked down at the slick layer left on your skin, groaning at the sight. It was so dangerous, it was something you adored so much it could be photographed.

Ellie grabbed an army green strap and held it softly in her hands, a stark contrast to what she planned to do to you with the damn thing. She looked at you with a soft smile, immediately shifting her focus towards the strap.

You assumed she was thinking about lube, and chimed in, “I don’t think it’ll need lube, baby. It’s—“

Before you could even fathom what she was thinking about, she put the silicone between her legs. She rubbed her wet cunt on it, getting it all soaked with her own arousal. She even shoved the tip inside herself softly, groaning as her squelching hole sucked it in greedily.

You watched in absolute amazement, your jaw slack in pure bewilderment. The sight made you let out a strained whimper, knowing that her juices would be mixed with yours when she fucked you.

When she pulled the tip of the silicone out of her pussy and examined it, there it was—lubed up with her own natural lubricant. Then, she finally moved to secure it around her waist as if it was routine, as if it didn’t make you start circling your clit as you watched.

You were speechless, how did she still have energy? You were pretty tired, but the sight of Ellie’s focused expression as she put that strap on made your head spin. Not to mention how she hurriedly forced her shirt off and threw it to the side.

You clicked your tongue, your legs still spread and your cunt still a mess, “Ellie, we can—“

“—Baby, I never said I was too tired. I promised I’d give it to you. Just let me make you feel good, yeah?” is all she said to you, her voice firm but reassuring.

Your lips parted in preparation to argue, but you didn’t. Your eyes just traveled down her body, eying the silicone that was harnessed around her hips.

“Unless you’re scared to take it, but that’s another problem we could talk about.” she said, knowing same well that wasn’t the case at all. She was only teasing, she laughed and smiled down at you. lovingly.

Ellie scooted over to you, her eyes trained on your face like usual. She hovered between your legs, shooing your fingers away from your bud and replacing them with her own.

“That’s it baby. Fuck, never seen a prettier pussy, s’perfect.” she coaxed, her voice was mainly a moan. “i’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

You simply let her circle your clit, your eyes locked on hers the entire time. You were too tired to actually start bucking your hips up, so you settled for being less desperate.

Ellie pulled her fingers away from your clit, moving them towards the silicone harnessed to her body. She maneuvered it towards your pussy, the tip parting your folds—like sticky bubblegum being pulled apart. That’s how it was visually, there was so much slick on your cunt that it made everything in that area wet and sticky.

She slowly pushed the tip in, attentively watching the way your facial expression contorted from the pleasure. She loved the way your jaw fell open, or the way you’d squeeze your thighs around her waist.

The way your eyes widened or rolled back as you tried to keep eye contact made her moan every time.

You could feel the stretch of the silicone as she slowly pushed it in, your walls fluttering around it and sucking it in visibly. Her eyes darted between yours and the way your pussy sucked it in so faultlessly. Your jaw went slack, the stretch making your thighs tremble a bit. You felt so full, straps stretched you in all angles, it’s a different kind of fullness.

“Fuck..Els..” you moaned, your voice was all breathy and airy. Airy in the same state that your brain was, all you could think about was her fucking you, her giving you all your orgasms back.

You could feel it, the mixture of her wetness and yours combined. The idea alone made you squirm and pant.

Ellie bottomed out, groaning at the sight of you below her. She bit the inside of her lip, bringing her hand up to gently cup your cheek. “Oh, baby. I stretched you out so good on my fingers, didn’t I? I know you can take this.”

You just stared at her and panted softly, clamping around the still object inside you. With a weak nod, she started actually fucking you.

Ellie started off slow, her thrusts were deep but careful—as if she was handling a delicate ceramic. A delicate work of art, something she needed to care for.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.” she praised, she was being so gentle with you. It was typical, she never wanted to actually hurt you. Especially in such an intimate activity.

Unless you asked, that is.

“So perfect, fuckkk me..” she added, her thrusts starting to pick up in pace and intensity. Once she started she could never hold back. Ellie loved the sounds you made, the sounds your body made. She loved everything about you, in these moments just as much. Your reactions fueled her to do more, please you more, go faster, anything you wanted.

You’re hands scurried to the sheets below you, her thrusts making your lips parted—an exit for those sweet sounds to escape from. Every thrust pulled one out of you, as if she was digging for it purposely. It was like she was searching for those sounds specifically, angling her hips to wherever you moaned the loudest at.

And oh, did she find it.

You shuddered and choked out a needy moan, your eyes nearly rolling back as she hit something astonishing inside you.

“Right there, please!” you pleaded, feeling her set a perfect angle. She hit that spot over, and over, and over again. At first she was softer, trying to really activate the nerves—then she picked up the pace again.

“I hear you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Ellie started fucking you at a brutal pace, her thrusts were harsh, deep, fast—everything. You felt like you were going to tear apart, your whole body jolted from each thrust. Pornographic moans left you with every sharp movement, every calculated motion had you writhing and whining.

But her face.

Her face was so soft, her jaw was slack just from watching you take all of her like that. “Take it baby, I love seeing you spread open for me like that.” she panted, moaning at the sight. The strap was slightly rubbing against her clit, making her only thrust more frantically to chase that friction. “Please, please.”

“So perfect, you’re so unreal.” she praised, rambling like she always did when she fucked you. “I’d do anything to see that face of yours when I make you feel good. I’d do anything to make you feel good.”

Your eyes softened at her words, her pace was so brutal but her words were so loving. You were trying to speak or form a coherent sentence, but you were nothing but a moaning, panting, squirming mess.

“Els..” you managed, a breathy tone to your voice. Like the words were forced out of your lungs. One of your hands untangled from the sheets, reaching up to grab Ellie’s.

She immediately noticed and let out a soft, affectionate sigh. She grabbed your hand softly, intertwining your fingers and letting you squeeze her tightly. Her other hand traveled down to your clit, circling it to enhance your orgasm. “I know, baby. You close? Wanna cum for me?”

The way she was speaking to you and fucking you was making that familiar feeling in your stomach return. Her thrusts were powerful and meaningful, her clit getting that mind dizzying friction as well.

Not only was she giving you your orgasms back—she was sharing them with you.

You just whimpered, but Ellie seemed to understand, she didn’t change her pace at all, her hips still angling to hit your g-spot. She leaned down a bit and kissed your neck tenderly, trying to distract you from the humiliating moans leaving her. She gasped for air softly, moaning and huffing in your ear like a dog. “Fucking soak me, baby.”

As she leaned against your chest and pulled you against her, you could feel your nipples rubbing perfectly against hers. The feeling made you both gasp and shudder. This was all you needed. “Oh my god, Ellie!” you cried, the feeling was dizzying.

Ellie was just as loud as you were, her moans were relentless in your ear. She couldn’t even speak, all she could do was pathetically empty out her vocal cords’ only sounds into your eardrums.

“Ellie, Ellie! Fuck, I’m—!” a high pitched moan from your own throat silenced you, making your back arch off the bed and your head tilt back against the mattress. To your surprise—you squirted. The release soaked Ellie’s thighs. A string of curses and Ellie’s name echoed off your lips, trailing on as she helped you ride out your orgasm and helped herself approach her own.

Seeing you finish pushed her, she let out a breathy moan into your ear, squeezing your hand. She could feel it dripping down her thighs. She rubbed her nipples against yours once more and came. Her head was buried in your neck, her lungs pushing out some sort of pathetic noise. A noise she tried to suck in but failed miserably. “Shit, baby!..I love you, I love you..—so much!”

The both of you just stayed like that for a moment, panting and desperately trying to catch your breaths. Ellie hadn’t pulled out yet, she just sat there while your sensitive cunt squeezed the silicone tightly. Her head was buried in your neck, and yours was back against the mattress.

Ellie eventually raised her head, peeling herself away from your sweat covered body so your sensitive nipples could have a break. she looked down at you, cupping your cheek tenderly—even though you weren’t looking at her.

She slowly pulled out, groaning at the soft squelching sound that followed. This seemed to be a common theme. Her hands came down to steady your trembling thighs, one hand gripping the flesh and the other caressing the skin on your right thigh.

Your head was tilted back still in exhaustion, so you couldn’t exactly see what she was doing. She kneeled down over the edge of the bed, moaning at the sight of your soaked, fucked out cunt. “Stay still for me, baby.” she coaxed her breath hitting the wetness coating your poor hole.

You didn’t know what she meant, too dazed to even think. Not until she licked a long strip up your folds, lapping up all the wetness she could in one go. She ended up at your clit, swirling her tongue around the bud and sucking it softly.

You writhed.

A choked cry left your throat as she worked your overstimulated cunt. It was too much, you had just came and she was already trying to pull more out of you. You couldn’t take it, it was too much.

You tangled your fingers in her hair, weak sounds leaving you. With weak efforts, you tried to pull her head away. “Els, please! Give me a second, I can’t take it!”

As soon as Ellie heard that, she unlatched herself from your clit carefully, looking up at you to meet your weak, glossy eyes. She groaned at the sight, a crease between her eyebrows forming at her enamored expression.

“Sorry, baby. Just trying to clean you up.” she soothed, her hand gently caressing your inner thigh again. “Can I please clean you up when you’re ready? I can’t leave my girl all messy. Especially if it’s my fault.”

A weak noise crawled its way out of your throat at the tone she used with you. So soft but so undeniably sultry. All you could do was nod, the words lodged in your throat and filtered into sweet moans instead.

Ellie smiled. She smiled because she still got to eat you out after all of this. That was her favorite thing to do, even if it was more difficult to see your expression that way. The way you squeezed and fluttered around her tongue made it with it every time.

“Just tell me when.” she mumbled, kissing up your inner thigh softly. Her kisses were so soft—until she started biting and trying to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your flesh. Something about seeing those marks in somewhere so close to your pussy made her crazy. She could get herself off just on the memories of it.

She’d occasionally press her tongue against your clit, hearing the way your whines would slowly die down a bit as she waited. Eventually, you assumed you were ready.

“Ellie, I’m—“ she didn’t even let you finish your sentence. She just dived in, licking up your cunt like it was the most delicious ice cream she’d ever had. As if she was trying to devour you whole, make sure the only wetness left on your pussy was her saliva. The saliva that dripped off her tongue as she messily ate you out, as she cleaned you up and left a mess at the same time.

As if you were trading fluids. For your slick, she gave you that saliva.

The saliva you were familiar with. The saliva you could feel when your tongues would swirl around each other when you made out, the saliva she left on your neck, thighs, nipples, pussy—all of it.

Ellie licked up your cunt repeatedly, each swipe was slow but purposeful. Purposeful in the way that made sure her tongue was flat enough to please all the nerves in your clit. The nerves that would make you cum again and just allow her to clean you up again.

She pulled away for a moment, simply staring at your pussy and groaning. Her grip on your thighs adjusted, it was firmer and she even pried them open a bit wider. With ease she pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, giving you some slack so you could wrap your thighs around her head. She loved that warm feeling more than anything.

“Oh, look at that. You taste so good baby, I could stay between your thighs forever.” she said, kissing your clit softly and relishing the way your thighs would squeeze around her head desperately. “Heaven, absolute heaven.”

You still had your fingers tangled in her hair, weakly trying to push her head closer so she would start to please you again. She didn’t fight it, she licked your pussy once more and hummed against it. The vibrations made you weak.

“Fuck, Ellie. You’re so good, so good to me.” you breathed out, gasping at the feeling of her tongue splitting your labia apart, as if she was cracking open a sunflower seed and desperately trying to lap what was inside.

And oh, did she search inside.

Ellie’s tongue pressed at your opening, it was angled downwards as she teased those nerves with the tip of her tongue. Hearing the way you moaned made her continue, though. She pushed her tongue inside, the feeling was just as heavenly as always.

She started to thrust her tongue in and out of your cunt, occasionally pulling out just to suck on your clit. Even though her nose would bump against it, she just liked the way you squealed when she sucked it like a piece of candy.

You were on another fucking planet, after finishing so many times, it was like there were sparks in your body being set off with every flick of her tongue. You thought you couldn’t handle it, but it was too good to refuse. “J-just like that, please, please!”

Your moans egged her on like always, she thrusted and flicked her tongue faster, sloppily eating you out like she was starved. As if she was trying to soak up all the sweetness and juice from you that wouldn’t even satisfy her hunger.

But it satisfied a deeper kind of hunger, a hunger that only you could really satisfy. Maybe she could gaslight herself into thinking your wetness could quench her thirst!

But Ellie’s movements were still relentless, you always wondered how this girl did it. She ate pussy like nobody else could, it was the type of talent that was torture and a blessing for you all at once. You just tugged at her hair softly, thighs squeezing her head as you rocked gently against her face.

She pulled away and laughed for a moment, her chin and nose getting all soaked from your combined movements. “That’s it, sweetheart. Use my face, fucking drench it.” she coaxed, moaning and getting back to work. She found it so cute how you acted when she did this.

Ellie could feel the way your thighs trembled, the way your moans and ruts against your face just got more frantic. You were close, she knew that. She didn’t change her pace or rhythm at all, she didn’t want to ruin your orgasm or bring it on too quickly.

She had already ruined too many orgasms that night. She was almost done paying you back.

With one final thrust of her tongue, you were gone for. You desperately gripped onto her short, auburn hair—trying not to dig your nails into her scalp but failing. “Ellie, Ellie!” you chanted weakly, a sharp cry falling from your lips as you came again.

Your back arched off the bed and your head was glued to the mattress again. Your eyes rolled back dangerously far, your eyes mapping out something in the back of your head you didn’t know was there.

Ellie groaned against your cunt, helping you ride it out. She desperately lapped her tongue against your clenching hole, licking up everything she could. You were panting and twitching, squirming as she kept going. She was making sure she cleaned you up all nice and pleasantly.

You whined and squirmed further, but before you could plead she finally pulled away. She shifted, getting up so she could hover over you and look at your fucked out expression. You just stared at her, the both of you panting.

Ellie moved a strand of hair out of your face, and placed a kiss on your forehead—even though it was sweaty. “You’re so perfect, do you forgive me?” she asked, her juniper eyes falling on yours. “Do you want another one?”

You laughed softly, still trying to pull yourself together after all of that. “I forgave you after the first orgasm you gave me, Ellie. I guess I just have to adore you more.”

Ellie smiled at this like a dork, she loved sweet moments like that afterwards. As if she didn’t just make you scream her name and forget your own—it came off your tongue much softer now.

“How about we actually clean up. You know, in the shower.” she suggested, trying to find your hand so she could hold it.

“Did you not clean me up? Liar.”

Ellie laughed, “Of course I did, baby. But you’re sweaty. Plus I’m not sure you want to just leave my saliva there.”

“Says who?”

“Says me, I’ll help you up, sweetheart.”

tags!! <333 @valeisaslut @eriiwaiii2 @hyperbabes @usuck @haithone @yunaversalluv

A/N i feel as though this is too much LMAO. let me know! enjoy!

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ the aftermath of Abby almost killing Joel, everyone in Jackson believing you and Joel were dead and how you decided to go to Denver to get a brace for his leg.

warnings_ COMFORT FIC after ep 2 and 3, BIG age gap (late 20s/joel’s age in s2) (they have a biological daughter), gore, angst, fluff, fallacy references, canon divergence, A LOT of medical inaccuracies, implied sex, anxiety, no proofreading

Notes_ marriage that is going to be alright

「 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫: 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 」 (series m.list)

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 Pedro

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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When Joel opened his eyes, he could not see. He squirmed and screamed at the pain of his left leg. Slowly, he remembered what happened. He got scared of standing up and not being able to stand, much less walk with a bullet in his leg.

But the first thing that he thought about; was you.

He grew scared because nobody was around. Just him and his blood on the wood floor.

He crawled until he reached the entrance of the lodge. And still, no trace of you, which scared him to death.

Did they kill you? You saw how they tortured him. Was Ellie alive? He vaguely remembered her screaming. Was Jackson safe? His five-year-old baby was there. 

Joel made the effort to try to stand up and get out.

The snow was hard, not fresh anymore. It was a sunny day, but there was nothing of a bright day ahead of him.

He needed to find his wife. Only that way he would be able to keep going. It felt like an eternity, barely able to move around, limping and dodging the snow that felt like ice blocks. 

His mind made a mess of the memory of that woman trying to kill him. Of your screams and sobs begging her to stop.

Joel was about to give up and look for a horse to see if he could go back to Jackson when he saw a piece of fabric stuck in the snow, flying and trying to be free.

He tried to focus his wounded eye, finding the color green.

Joel recognized it was your scarf.

He ignored the pain in his knee; the pounding of his face did not matter. All he had to know was if his wife was laying under the snow. If she was breathing or not. 

It was a woman, which raised his worries.

His mouth spilled a thread of curses and groans of pain when he landed on his knees. The beating of his heart increased when he reached for the scarf.

Joel carved the snow with desperation until he met your pale face.

There you were, unconscious, barely breathing. Joel felt his eyes growing wet when he looked around for any wounds.

Your left hand was missing two fingernails; the fingers were painted in purple and dry blood. You were bitten by infected all over your legs and Joel suspected something was wrong when he lifted your top and saw the outline of your ribs, swollen and covered in a big bruise.

It was then when he realized what must have happened. You tried to escape when the horde was approaching the ski lodge.

His eyes spilled some tears, he held you in his arms and kissed your head multiple times, longing for you, wanting to never let go of you.

Joel did not give a fuck if he ended up losing his leg, fueled by the need to make sure you lived, he moved you to your side, slid his arms behind you, and started dragging you back to the ski lodge.

At the entrance, he could not handle your weight anymore, but you were no longer in the snow, and he was awake.

Joel could not think straight yet, but he was grateful to have found you; alive.

He went to look for you and his backpack and waited, hoping you would be awake soon.

 

…

 

Inside the destroyed gates of Jackson, the town was just starting to renew the gate, which was the most important part of their protocols. Three months had passed and Ellie was just released from the clinic. The spring was just blooming and the Miller’s residency was empty. Tommy had acquired the rights to take care of Ellie and Cerise. The little girl constantly asking for her parents, but no one in town dared to tell her the truth yet.

Mostly everyone missed Mr and Mrs. Miller.

Dina softly bounced a sleepy kid in her arms as she looked with awe and shame at Ellie.

She had been traumatized. She was better, but remained hurt.

Ellie had barely talked; she could not even talk to Maria or Tommy.

In the hospital, Ellie thought about locking in her garage and would refuse to enter the house ever again. But Dina made her change her mind weeks before being released.

“Where’s mom and dad?” Cerise asked looking up at Dina.

Both teens exchanged looks and Ellie couldn’t take it anymore, she started sobbing.

Dina quickly turned and made her way outside the house with Cerise still in her arms.

“Why is my sister crying?” The little girl asked with genuine worry.

Dina also felt her eyes growing wet, but she limited herself to sigh and place the little girl in the wooded floor.

Cerise eyed her with curiosity and patiently watched how Dina kneeled in front of her. 

“Joel and y/n are…” she couldn’t say to a four-year-old girl her parents were dead. 

“Are they safe?” Cerise asked looking with her adorable brown eyes. The same eyes as Joel. That only made it harder for Dina.

“I don’t know, baby,” she said, brushing her chubby cheek. Cerise still had some baby features; she was still a baby for the whole town. Everyone loved her and couldn’t believe Cerise Miller was an orphan.

Or so they thought.

“Let’s go, you should be happy” Dina reminded her. “You are staying with Uncle Tommy”

Quickly, Cerise was able to forget about her parents. But how long until she started noticing the absence of her parents?

Soon Maria and Benji came to take Cerise with them.

Dina returned inside the house and went straight to hug Ellie, who remained in the table and was sniffing.

“I couldn’t tell them how important they were to me,” Ellie says, covering her face. “Joel thought I hated him, and y/n was mad at me”

“Wherever they are now, they know you don’t hate them” Dina assures her. 

“Still, I can barely look at Cerise” every time Cerise wanted to be with Ellie, she would feel a tight knot around her throat. The little girl considered her sister. Just by looking at the child, Ellie could only see Joel’s eyes, his hair, your smile, and the same hands you had, just smaller. 

“I know it hurts. But we must be strong for Cerise” Both girls look at each other. “It’s the least we can do for Joel and y/n”

Ellie stays quiet. She remembers that woman, beating Joel with so much hate and remorse. She remembers your screams and pleads for forgiveness. Ellie did not know where you went after running away, but after seeing you were not in Jackson or nearby, she knew you did not make it through the horde.

“Tell me more about these fucking people” she inquired, feeling the need to avenge you and Joel grow within her.

 

…

 Back in January, days after New Year’s Eve, the first time you woke up, you faced reality, where you and Joel were heavily wounded. 

The second time, you were inside the lodge. Resting on an old mattress, still unable to breathe properly, but feeling better. You rubbed your eyes and noticed two fingers were covered in bandages. 

And then, you looked around for Joel, in complete panic.

“I’m here…” First, you felt his hand on top of your leg. He had been lying beside you the whole time. Checking if your pulse decreased or if you were still bleeding from the bites in your legs.

His face looked less swollen, still having black eye bags and many scars with dry blood.

“Joel, your leg- I need to see how bad it is…” you said, trying to stand up.

His arm pushed you back against the mattress, his face looking serious and worried.

“What happened?” He asked with pain.

The truth was you didn’t even know what happened. But as soon as you tried to connect the dots, you remembered the moment he started suffering, then the moment the infected attacked you. The pain and fear returned, and your eyes got glossy.

“Please, don’t make me remember it…” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“Because when I look at you, all I can see is that awful memory,” you said between sobs. “All I see is your face contorting in pain”

Joel felt like shit. But until that moment, he realized that you were feeling something beyond being physically hurt.

“I’m sorry” he promised to never cause you pain again and hated to see you so affected.

“Don’t. It was out of our control” both of you remain in silent for a couple of minutes.

Neither of you knew what to do. Jackson felt too distant, too far. But Cerise and Ellie were there.

“She hated me. She’s probably dead as well and I failed her” he says, barely biting his sandwich. “And then I think about my baby. Whose has given me nothing but her love and kindness. I am a failure for Cerise”

“Joel, she cannot be dead. Those fireflies only wanted to hurt you” It sounded harsh, but it was the truth. “And you are not a failure for Cerise. You have been a wonderful father to her”

Your eyes tear up, unable to control the wave of sadness that Joel was unleashing with his words.

“For the second time, I’ve failed as a father” he almost says whispering. With a voice so full of sadness and disappointment that makes you bite your lip from preventing sobbing. “I couldn’t save Sarah, I couldn’t save Ellie. And I’ll disappoint Cerise”

“And to you, my beautiful wife. I should’ve been better” You start shaking your head as you start making a mess of tears.

“Stop it, Joel” he sees you with awe and sadness and hugs you tightly in the old mattress. “The way I can hold you in my arms right now is enough to make me feel like this pain will eventually die”

“Life decided to give us a chance once again” you added, making the effort to cuddle with him, despite the adversities. “That can only mean we will grow old together. We will have that farm, Cerise will stop eating her milk teeth and Ellie will see that all you did was to protect us”

“And you, what will you have?” He asked.

“What I always wanted and once had; my family together” Joel gulps at your words.

He remembers, back in Boston, when he learned that a big family living near him got infected and one of the members killed everyone one morning inside the house they lived in. Tess learned that it was a girl the only survivor, living next door to him and extremely ill. Covered in anemia and looking beyond depressed. 

Joel also had a family once. Sarah would have loved you as her mother. 

You were right, it was another chance to do things right. A second chance to live.

And only days had passed since both of you nearly died. You two had to move on for the girls, even when a lot of pain would cling to both.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, shyly getting close to you, embracing you in his arms to make heat.

“We’re alive and that’s all it matters…” you whisper, repeating what he had said when he found you. You ended up taking his hands to place them in your stomach. Putting yours on top of him and letting all his touch try to heal you.

It had been around an hour since you woke up.

“How much time has passed?…” you asked, avoiding acknowledging the tragedy.

“Three days” Joel answers back. “I can’t communicate with Jackson”

“Probably that’s why nobody has come…” you said. “I think they believe we’re dead”

You sigh, thinking about Cerise, Ellie, Dina, and all of your family.

“They need to know we are alive” Joel nodded at you, huffing when he moved his wounded leg.

But mostly, you realized that Joel had been existing with a bullet in his knee for days.

“I need to see your leg. I will not rest if I do not do it…” you say, sitting on the couch.

“Take it easy…” Joel said, watching how you frowned in pain.

“These have to heal in a couple of weeks…” you said pointing at your ribs.

It was a blessing that you were a nurse, definitely not a doctor but able to make something for him.

“Sweetheart…” you sighed, already knowing what he was going to ask, but the way he said sweetheart to you felt nurturing. “I found you very wounded. What happened?”

A decade could pass, and you could’ve spent every single year ignoring what happened. But there was no point in running away from the truth. And so, you had many questions about what happened.

You try to stretch a little bit before turning to look around. You could see Jackson afar, your heart aching to go back with the rest of your family.

“Okay, we’ll talk about it while I work with your leg” he looked so lost, wounded, and sad. All you wanted to do was remain more time lying with your husband until the wounds healed by themselves. “But first, we’re eating something” 

Joel nodded. Both shared a cold sandwich and water. 

Then show time began.

You had to sanitize your hands before working on him. Your shaking hand removed the bandaged fingers, and you frown in disgust at the sight of your two missing fingernails.

“Those fuckers really screwed me up good,” you said chuckling. Joel only stared at you in silence. Thinking how curious life was. If it were not for your immune condition, you would be dead. 

“I don’t want you to remember but how-“

“I ran not knowing what to do. The horde passed through this way, and some chased me” you explain quickly, not giving many details. “I don’t know how many infected were but at least two started biting my legs and trying to rip me apart”

Joel closed his eyes, imagining the pain and terror you went through. 

“I can’t cut your jeans,” you said, touching his tight and abruptly changing the subject. “Take them off”

“What? No. It is still dangerous to even be here”

“I’ll be fast, Joel” you promised. He only eyed you and let out a hiss before taking off his belt. 

You can see the area is swollen, threatening to get infected if you don’t hurry up. 

You pull closed your always heavy backpack with the medications, emergency supplies, and nursing kit. Just like when Ellie met you and said you had a pharmacy inside your belongings.

Then you looked up at Joel and you decided to kiss his forehead.

“Alright… I got you, love” you assured him while cleaning up your hands and putting on some surgery gloves.

You had only two shots of local anesthesia and carried them around in case of extreme emergencies. Taking a bullet out of your husband’s knee was one.

“It’ll start to go numb in some minutes” he nodded, ignoring the awful pain of the needle poking at his knee bones.

“You got awfully good at this stuff,” he said smirking at you.

For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt your cheeks getting red. 

“There’s my shy girl,” he said, laughing as he pinched one of your burning cheeks.

“Shut up, Joel” he closed his eyes, savoring the sound of your chuckles. Then he felt your lips kissing him. 

It felt rejuvenating. Like the sense of normality was returning. As if you both weren’t barely alive by the skin of one’s teeth. 

“Let’s see…” you returned your full attention to his leg. 

You grab some tweezers and meticulously poke at the open wound; Joel does not even squirm. Taking that as a sign to keep going, you also grabbed a scalpel to make an even cut out of the bullet wound and take the piece out. It was improvised but you knew it’d be effective. 

Joel could not see exactly what you were doing, but some blood started running through his knee. 

“I promise you won’t lose more blood, honey” you confidently told him. 

The tweezers closed around the bullet; you sighed in relief after noticing the wound wasn’t embedded in any bone. But… 

“Articular cartilage is fine…” you said more to yourself as you dropped the tweezers covered in blood and the bullet nearby, you wanted to keep inspecting the area.

Half of you were nauseous seeing every vein, skin, and human tissue he had. But the other half was eager to finish whatever that was needed to be done.

You could see a tiny amount of his bone and it freaked you out, but you looked very calm to Joel. And that was what you were aiming for, to soothe him.

“Fuck, it’s your kneecap, Joel” he looked at you in the eye, tense. “It’s broken…”

Your husband sighed in defeat. 

“Now what?…” he asked.

“It’s aligned, so you don’t need surgery,” you said pulling out everything to stitch him. “The problem is that you need a cast, a brace would be better. And we don’t have any of those. Not even in Jackson”

It was rare when someone ended up breaking a bone in the town. Everyone was careful. Even the youth. 

When someone needed to heal a bone, it was a complicated process to build a personalized cast. Likely, they would put Joel on morphine and hope for the best leaving the fracture heal by itself. 

“We urgently need to communicate with the town,” you said, starting to get desperate.

Joel didn’t feel a thing as you stitched his knee and bandaged the area. He felt better with the medicines you gave him. He could feel his head lighter, and he was starting to get more active, needing to do something else. Already plotting how to return home to his family with you.

“Maybe you should go, darlin’…” he tried to reason, but you abruptly stopped him.

“No.” The idea of leaving him behind was enough to terrify you. “Don’t you dare to suggest that I should leave you”

Joel realized you were mortified. The mere thought of you having to separate from him would trigger you. And he couldn’t help but feel sorry and pity, for a second, he questioned if he was causing you pain once again. Joel had seen you sick, but it didn’t shake his core because he was a stranger at the time. You had seen him almost dying, you believed he was dead, and it tore you apart because now he was your husband, the father of your baby, and your life partner. 

“I’m sorry” he apologized at once. For the third time in that day.

You shook your head, putting a hand on your chest as you kneeled beside him. 

He remembered your ribs and went straight to rub your shoulder. 

“Does it hurt? You should rest…” he said, and you chuckled.

“I can’t rest, my love” Your fingers twirled around his curls, you watched his wounded face and remembered how badly you loved Joel Miller. “I need to figure out how to get us back home”

He grabbed the hand that was playing with his hair and held it. Both of you stared in silence at each other, until you leaned to kiss his forehead. 

“I love you, Joel” he formed a little smile.

“I love you too. Thank you” and with that, you walked away to find some signal for your walkie talkie.

“Jackson Hole, do you copy?” You asked calmly; nothing. “Here y/n. Jackson Hole, do you copy?”

Nobody answered, likely, nobody would for a week or so.

“Fucking hell, SOMEBODY ANSWER, PLEASE!” You don’t want Joel to hear you panicking, but without the town’s help, you wouldn’t be able to do much on your own.

“Someone, please…” you whispered with nothing of hope left.

“Hospital of Denver, Colorado. How did you reach us?” Your brows furrowed. “Miss, can you hear me?”

Hospital of Denver, Colorado. It was too far to catch your walkie-talkie’s frequency. 

You stayed in silence, unsure if it was safe to answer. You had norms in Jackson, no communication with the external world.

“We are not FEDRA, we are not Fireflies” the woman inquired again. “In fact, we are strict about communicating with the outside”

There was something about her voice, between the distorted sound, the sound was terribly similar to…

“Rosalie?” You ask with curiosity, nervousness, and hope. “Rosalie, Is that you?”

“You really stayed in Jackson, y/n Miller” Your heart dropped, and you started laughing, covering your mouth in happiness. “Glad to hear you’re alive”

“Oh my god, Rosalie” your voice acknowledging your friend was alive. “Why did you leave? I have so many questions”

“I’m sure you do, but we can’t keep talking” she started almost whispering San speaking too fast. “What happened? You sounded very desperate”

“Jackson is out of reach; the kids are there. Joel and I are wounded, stranded near town” you say sighing. “He broke his kneecap, and we cannot go back. Some fireflies tried to kill him”

“Oh god, that’s… horrible,” she said then remained quiet for a couple of seconds. “I can arrange a trade-in to get a brace for his leg”

“Really?” You asked with hope. “You would?”

“Yes. But I would need you to come to Denver” Rosalie explained. “There’s a lot we need to talk about. But we are a new group that is hoping to rebuild the biggest cities in the country. We would gladly help you and you Joel”

Your heart beats anxious, unsure of what to do.

“But it’s at least two weeks away. It’s too dangerous to bring Joel too” 

“Take the freeway 80 down south. It is an empty highway; no infected, no raiders” she promised. “If you and Joel take a car, you’ll be here sooner” 

But then you think about your husband. He needs to walk again; you refuse to make him depend on a cane for the rest of his life. You love him so much that you are willing to risk everything for him. 

“Okay, I’ll go” 

“I will be in patrol around the hospital these days to be there when you arrive” You nod despite she can’t see you. “Be safe, y/n”

“Thank you, Rosalie. You too…”

You turn off the walkie-talkie, sighing and throwing your head back against a moldy wall. You are leaving farther than intended. But it was worth it. For Joel, everything was worth it.

You entered the wooden room again, Joel sitting on the mattress, looking at Jackson from the window.

“Nothin’?” He asked, you answered shaking your head.

“Do you remember, Rosalie?” He turned to look at you, then nodded. “…’ course I do, she was your best friend”

“She’s alive…” Joel looked surprised, he was also friends with Rosalie and her boyfriend Rae. Both disappeared after patrol one day and everyone thought they were dead. “She’s in Colorado and she can help us…”

“How so?” Of course, Joel would not be convinced but… he couldn’t blame you when he had outgrown you in trusting strangers.

“She couldn’t say much. But there is a new group, not related to FEDRA or Fireflies” you explained calmly. “They want to rebuild the biggest cities in the country”

Joel rolled his eyes.

“And you believe her?” The accusation in his voice was palpable and you didn’t want to fight, but he was making it difficult.

“Joel, she’s willing to trade in for a brace for your leg” the man looks down at his bandaged kneed, which at least, stopped bleeding.

“Rosalie said I would have to go to the hospital of Denver and-“

“You’re not going” He had been firm; even harsh. You only glanced at him in disbelief.

“Joel, I have to go. You need that brace!” You said exasperated, ignoring the ache in your ribs to kneel in front of him. “We need to properly get you back on your feet”

“I can walk just fine” 

“We don’t have enough equipment in Jackson to treat you, and I won’t let you depend on a cane forever. If the gates were compromised during the horde, they won’t do patrols until God knows when…” Joel sighed when you started listing all the problems but finally locked his eyes with you when he felt you grabbing his hands. 

“Darlin’…” he tried to oppose.

“Our horses are gone. It will take us a day or two to get back to Jackson, the same amount of time to go to Denver” Your fingers caressed his knuckles lovingly, calming him. “You wait in here while I go and get that damn brace and we get our fucking finally ever after”

“It’s the two of us going to Denver or none of us go…” he says grabbing your chin.

“Joel-“

“The two of us or it’s not happenin’, honey” his little smirk made you feel hopeful. For a moment, you believed there was no tragedy behind the reason why you had to go to Denver.

Like your husband, Joel Miller wasn’t almost killed days ago. 

“Just like in the old days…” he added, his thumb giving soft caresses to your cheek while smiling. 

“Just like in the old days…” you promised.

His purple eyebags, cuts across his face and his curly hair made your eyes grow wet. You remember the days in the Boston QZ when Joel used to take care of you. He was cold, even heartless. 

And now, you had to take care of him. But he was your husband; who’d die for you and your kids. Literally.

“Ellie and Cerise will be fine,” you told him. It was a sacrifice. To leave and let everyone believe you were dead. But both of you knew it would worse to inform and then disappear.

Joel nodded, leaning to kiss you. 

Your tears freely fell as his lips melted into yours. He was just as wounded as you. 

But both of you were eager lovers, willing to chase after that happy ending you already had. 

“We’ll leave in the mornin’. Now, let’s clean up ourselves a bit and eat something” and there was the Joel you always knew. The man who would plan ahead. The man who was always there to protect you.

But after seeing him almost dying, you would both protect each other. More than usual.

 

…

 

The sun was up; bright and warming when Maria ran out of the council meeting to get home. 

She had a glass of water, formulating the right words before spilling them out to her husband. So then, she went upstairs to face ho

“Tommy” Maria called his husband from the frame of their bedroom. 

Tommy was devastated. He was in shock. He always thought he would see his big brother in a wheelchair and extremely loose skin. He also thought you would grow old, he expected to see you with grey hairs one day. 

Tommy expected his niece to be loved by his parents every day. 

“Tommy” Maria called again, finally catching his attention. 

She walked closely and stood awkwardly.

“What?” He asked.

“Patrol went to the ski lodge to collect the bodies…” Tommy sighed. “But…”

“But?” He could not bear any more pain.

“They didn’t find anything” Maria revealed.

“What?” He stood up in a flash, demanding more details from his wife.

“Patrol expected to collect Joel’s body inside the building. And y/n should’ve been around the area, in the snow” Maria explained. “Their belongings were gone as well”

Tommy frowned, extremely confused.

“Tommy… I think Joel and y/n are alive” Both stared at each other with confusion but also… with lots of hopes.

“Do not tell Ellie” Tommy begs to her wife, hurrying to put on his boots.

Maria stood still on the frame, sighing.

“That’s another problem” she said.

Tommy turned expecting an answer.

“Ellie and Dina are gone”

 

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Oblivious Feelings

Synopsis - your hidden feelings for ellie had been an untamable headache, so when your friend kat asked for you to hook her up with ellie, hiding those feelings became difficult

Includes - switch!ellie x switch!reader, !!!!yearning!!!!, jealous reader and ellie likes it a little too much, clingy ellie, strap usage r!receiving, SMUT WITH PLOT

Notes - not really proofread, sorry gals but i give you all kisses and hope you enjoy

You and Ellie were close friends, but lately you’d been utterly confused with your feelings. Your glances towards her were turning to longing and yearning stares that would haunt your dreams. Her stupid green eyes and infuriating, pretty freckles would linger in your mind—uninvited. Her stupid and mesmerizing tone would roll off your back in ways nothing else could. The slight rasp that would fall from her pretty lips would send your heart hammering.

It was torture.

But right now, none of it mattered. Because right now, you were watching her from afar at this stupid winter gathering and everything around you blended into her. The gathering actually wasn’t stupid; you were happy and excited to see all your friends and loved ones. But, it was unbearably stupid because of your stupid feelings for a stupid, nerdy girl that made you feel stupid. It was all just fucking stupid.

On the opposite side of the room, Ellie spotted you the second you got there. She hadn’t seen you all day since she had been busy with Joel, so her chest couldn’t help but tighten at the sight of you. She awkwardly ran her finger over the rim of her drink, clearing her throat and fidgeting in her space as she sighed, thinking.

Ellie was conflicted. She couldn’t help but notice the effect you had on her entire being. Your mere presence made her skin light on fire and her brain melt into mush. Your pretty smile and pretty laugh would turn up the corners of her mouth without her permission. Your gorgeous eyes would captivate her in ways like nothing else. It was no doubt that Ellie welcomed her feelings for you. However, Ellie was petrified at the possibility of you never liking her, or rather you not being capable of liking girls.

Ellie never brought it up. Ever. She thinks she’s had this lingering crush on you since you met, but I mean who could blame her. You were wonderful, intoxicatingly kind. You made her boast with love, so there’s no reason why she wouldn’t attract towards you. But, topic of sexuality brought a bad taste to Ellie’s mouth. Not only because of bigoted idiots, but also for rejection. She knew she could trust you, she just didn’t know if she could love you.

You were chatting with your friend, Kat, at the dance. You two weren’t that close but knew each other well enough. As she spoke to you, you every once in a while glanced at Ellie. When you two finally saw each other the same time, you exchanged a warming smile that made you both blush.

Kat began to ramble on, but then looked a little nervous as she was rummaging up the courage to ask you something.

“Hey, I have an odd question,” she asked as she pursed her lips and furrowed her brows at you gently.

“Yeah?” you replied softly, no idea as to what she was going to ask.

“You… You’re, uh, friends with Ellie—that’s her name right? The girl with the short brown hair?” she asked.

Auburn.

“Uh, yeah how come? The one over there right?” you reply tightly, nudging your head to the direction of the bar where Ellie sat, chatting with some random.

Kat’s face lit up and she nodded at you, “Yeah… I’ve been meaning to ask if you know if she’s single. Or, could you… I dunno, try to talk me up to her,” she laughed awkwardly, a small gleam in her eyes.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart ache. Maybe it was the jealousy, or maybe it was the sadness you felt while looking at Kat’s evident romantic interest. The pit in your stomach couldn’t help but feed off your doubt on Ellie; what if she didn’t like you? What if she would like Kat, and not you? It ate at your chest but you smiled at her warmly and nodded. It wasn’t Kat’s fault after all.

“No, yeah, of course!” you softly say with a weak smile. “I’ll go talk to her now,” you nod.

Kat’s smile beams at you and you have to hold back from throwing up. Not literally, but you did feel sick.

You then walked away from her and made your way to Ellie, each step feeling like you were going towards your impending doom.

But all of it sort of washed away with the currents as she turned from her seat and locked eyes with you, smiling softly and looking down at her drink. Your brain felt a little fuzzy as you got closer to her, and eventually you leaned up on the bar, standing next to her as she sat.

“Hi, Ells,” you murmur as you look crookedly at her.

“Hi,” Ellie replied as she leaned on the bar, mirroring you. “Me and Joel missed you today,” she mumbled shyly.

“Yeah? Missed you too,” you say softly as you nudge your elbow gently into her.

You sighed and studied her, watching how her lashes kissed her cheeks and how her hair loosely fell from her messy bun that struggled to stay put.

“My friend thinks you’re cute. She, uh, she asked me to see if you were interested,” you mutter, standing up straight to lean your side against the bar, picking at your nails.

This caught Ellie off guard and she sat up straight, too. Those pretty eyes giving you a confused glance as her brows furrowed, “Who?”

“Kat. That blonde over there,” you say while nudging your head in the direction of Kat, making Ellie’s eyes fall onto a girl with a shy smile, causing Ellie to nod with a tight one in return.

Ellie looked back to you, almost cautiously. “You, uh, you told her I’d be interested?” she asked, seemingly nervous.

Your eyes snapped to hers and you pursed your lips, “I mean, no. I said I’d tell you about her. That’s all really. Why?” you ask ask as your eyes get a little soft, “Would you be interested?”

Ellie noticed your tone and aspect slightly shift, but she couldn’t understand why. Did you not like Kat? Did you think Ellie wasn’t good enough for Kat?

“Well—” Ellie scoffed, “I mean, shit, I dunno. I don’t really know her,” she murmured. “Nah, I don’t… Yeah I don’t think I’m interested. Tell her I’m sorry,” she said after thinking.

This piqued your interest.

“How come?” you asked with a raised brow.

Ellie furrowed her brows at you and turned to look at you, “What do you mean ‘how come’? Do you want me to go over there?” she asked, her tone getting a little snippy.

“Well…” you scoff, looking back at Kat who was now lost in conversation with someone. “No,” you mumble after thinking about how Ellie would look standing next to her, the thought making your head hurt.

This piqued Ellie’s curiosity.

“Why not?” she asked, turning in her bar chair to rest a hand on her knee, looking for your eyes.

You shrug and glance between her eyes, not knowing what to say. “I dunno. She’s… annoying I guess.”

“You guess?” Ellie asked deadpanned, dropping her head slightly to look at you. “Why don’t you want me over there?” she asked softly.

You narrowed your eyes, getting slightly flustered at the direct questions, especially as they got closer to the truth of it all: your feelings for Ellie.

“Well if you wanna be over there with her so badly then you can. I’m not stopping you,” you say as you straighten up, no longer leaning on the bar as you slightly glare at her.

Ellie scoffed and nodded, “Right, right. Forget about it,” she muttered before turning away from you and focusing back on her drink, leaving you alone right beside her.

You sigh and flex your fist, walking away from the bar towards the other end of the place, wanting to go back to your friends. You eventually found Dina and Jesse, spending the rest of the evening with them, sharing laughs and drinks as the music and love from everyone surrounded the air. It was serene, it was everything you needed.

That was until your eyes found their way to the bar, seeing that familiar blonde standing a little too close to Ellie. You squinted, making out Kat’s slightly arched back as she leaned against the bar, leaning against her hand as she spoke to Ellie. Ellie’s drink was empty and she looked interested in the conversation and it made you sick. You knew you shouldn’t have fucking said anything. You cursed under your breath and downed your drink, setting it down on the table before looking back at the bar and this time, Ellie’s green eyes were boring into you as Kat rambled on. Your expression faltered as everyone except the two of you drowned out of the room, and Ellie’s curious expression made you scold. She furrowed her brows at you, as if trying to figure out what the hell was the matter with you.

It angered you. It drove you mad that Ellie knew you completely inside and out. She knew how to comfort you, she knew how to read you. She was so goddamn perfect and it made you feel insane. You loved her so much and she had no fucking clue. You hated it.

You shook your head slightly and darted your eyes away from her, snapping back into reality and grabbing your jacket before saying bye to Jesse and Dina, sneaking your way out the doors before anyone—Ellie—could question it.

Luckily for you, your house isn’t that far of a walk and soon enough you were in the comforting warmth of your home. Your cat, Mochi, greeted you sweetly as you walked through the door. You set your things down and stood in the middle of your kitchen, hands on your hips as you thought long and hard. You thought of Ellie laughing at Kat’s jokes. You thought how sweet Ellie would taste with her lingering alcohol on her pretty lips. You thought how only your mind would be the place those things could occur. You scoffed and opened your fridge, grabbing a water before nearly slamming the door shut and going to your couch, pinching the bridge of your nose as you leaned your head back, cursing yourself for your feelings.

Then, three quick knocks were made on your door and you sighed, knowing damn well who it was. You set your water down and got up, slowly making your way over before turning the knob and seeing Ellie on your porch, hands stuffed in her pockets as she looked at you worriedly.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked, her tone slightly sad but mostly confused.

“What? No, why would I be mad at you?” you reply instantly, opening the door wider as you looked at her with an expression that made her melt.

You were so good with her, she melted every time you reassured her, especially when you looked at her as if she were stupid for thinking whatever crazy thoughts she had.

“I dunno… You seemed mad. I was just messing with you, y’know? I… I didn’t wanna make you mad,” she murmured, referring to her questions regarding Kat earlier at the bar.

You sighed and rubbed your face, nodding, “I know, Ells. Come in,” you softly say, grabbing the sleeve of her jacket and barely pulling her inside.

Ellie didn’t walk in far, she stopped right in front of you leaving little space as you closed your door and looked at her.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry for being mean,” you mumbled, slightly pink cheeks showing your embarrassment and it made Ellie shake her head.

“What’s going on? Did something happen?” Ellie asked gently, looking for your eyes as she wanted to fix whatever was wrong.

“No! You’re good, we’re good! I’m sorry! Things are just, a lot for me right now. I shouldn’t have acted like that and… yeah,” you sigh as you struggle to keep your eyes on her.

“Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for, ‘kay? What’s going on? Talk to me,” she murmured, stepping slightly closer to you as her voice got low and gentle.

Her eyes and soft tone coaxed you in ways nothing else could and you were convinced this was why you fell for her. Ellie was so patient with you, taking every action in deep thought before acting with you. She took care of you like no one else, and it made you feel so fucking loved. You adored her for it.

You blinked and shook your head slightly, whispering, “Nothing’s going on,” trying to not burden her with your feelings.

Ellie shook her head immediately as she wasn’t feeding onto your bullshit and she mumbled, “No, don’t do that. Cmon, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. I don’t want you upset.”

You sighed and shrugged, not knowing how to say it. Not knowing how to tell the girl that you’re in love with that you’re in love with her. She was so beautiful and perfect and smart and funny and kind and soft and calming. You hoped with every fiber in your being that she felt even the slightest same as you did. You might die if she didn’t.

“I’m not upset, I’m sorry. It’s just… I dunno. I guess I got… irked by Kat.” you said, embarrassment flushing your cheeks as you looked away from Ellie, too flustered and in your head to make eye contact.

“Irked?” Ellie repeated with a raised brow. “What exactly does that mean, sweetheart?” she asked softly, making your head spin but your expression was deadpanned.

“Fuck, Ellie, I dunno, what do you think it means?” you said sarcastically, your frustration rising as you felt cornered with all these damn questions and that fucking sweet nickname.

Her jaw twitched and she studied you, trying to decipher the little information you gave to piece it together.

“So, you don’t… like Kat is what I’ve gathered. And you don’t want me with her?” she asked, taking it slow with you and truly trying to figure it out.

You gnawed on your lip and nodded slightly, “Yeah. I guess,” you mumbled.

She tilted her head and you nearly fainted.

“Can I ask why?” she asked gently, the words coming out like soft kisses as she didn’t wanna ruin whatever was happening. She wanted you to open up.

“She just… you know,” you say strained, crossing your arms as you shrug.

“No, sweetheart, I don’t know that’s why I’m asking. Is it just Kat in general?”

You shook your head and pursed your lips, “No, not exactly. I just, y’know, I guess there’s better for you. I guess.” you say, an awkward expression on your aspect causing Ellie to furrow her brows.

Ellie rose a brow and silently absorbed your words and expression, trying to not overthink this. Were you the ‘better’? She wanted you to be, but you’ve never insinuated that you liked her, nevertheless liked girls in general. But, she couldn’t help but read into your frustrated sighs. How close she got and how you didn’t back away. The way your hands flexed when she spoke to you lowly and intimately. How your cheeks stained red when she said she missed you. Ellie wanted this so badly, but she didn’t want to mess it up.

“I need you to be more specific with me, baby,” she said soft and raspy, almost as if she were begging for it.

You nearly grunted at the petname, instead sighing sharply and looking down at the ground, “Ellie I can’t,” you huff.

She tilted her head, as if she understood. Finally.

“I don’t… Sweetheart, I don’t wanna mess anything up. I don’t wanna interpret this for something that it’s not,” she said gently, keeping the small distance there between the two of you.

You slowly look up at her and she nearly gave out, those damn eyes making her melt and her breathing slightly staggered.

“I just… got jealous. I don’t want you with anyone else, not just Kat. I don’t want you with anyone,” you say softly.

“Why not?” she asked, lifting her chin and narrowing her eyes with a slight tilt to her head, making you feel hot under her gaze.

“Because,” you say stubbornly, “Why are you making me do this?” you grit through your teeth.

She knew you hated to verbalize your feelings and this felt like complete torture. However, it was also torture for Ellie. She had no fucking clue what you were thinking, and she hoped with every bone in her body that you were trying to say that you liked her.

“Because I’m not a fucking mind reader and I need you to tell me what’s going on so I can understand,” she huffed as she took a step forward.

You couldn’t argue but you rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips, looking away from her. “For fuck’s sake,” you grumble, “I don’t want you with anyone because I want you with me,” you ramble out as quickly as possible, avoiding her gaze as your cheeks reddened. You hated that she got you to speak your mind so easily. She had you wrapped around her finger.

She froze, staring at you and staying silent as you kept your eyes away from her. “Look at me,” and you sure as hell did. “You want me to be with you? You want us?” she asked, her voice strained as if she were hurt while asking.

You nod and straighten, dropping your hands to your side as you look at her, “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I… I didn’t wanna tell you, I don’t wanna mess anything up. I’m sorry, I just hate seeing you with other people because I can’t stand the fact that you’re not with me,” the words slightly died in your throat, though after looking at Ellie.

As you spoke, Ellie’s eyes said enough for her and you felt timid. You felt like you did the wrong thing. She looked at you as if you spoke Latin and you shrank in your spot. You definitely fucked up.

Silence fell between the two of you and the embarrassment nearly consumed you, causing you to frown slightly. “Can you please say something?” you asked gently, the words coming out sad and regretful.

Ellie nodded, stepping forward before grabbing your head in her hands and brushing your hair out of your face, walking into you until your back gently met the wall.

“Don’t ever be sorry for wanting to be with me,” she breathed out before leaning forward and connecting her lips to yours, as if your two bodies had been apart for millions of years, waiting to be reunited. “Don’t be sorry for being jealous,” she mumbled against your mouth before kissing the corner of your mouth, one hand snaking down to your jaw to maneuver your head as she pleased. She kissed your cheek and mumbled, “The only thing you need to be sorry for is keeping this from me,” she almost sounded a little angry, pressing into you more and kissing your lips, this time with a little more force to express her feelings. 

You shivered, whimpering slightly into her mouth as she pressed you into the wall, your brain melting in her hold.

“How could you keep this from me?” Ellie hissed, kissing all over your jaw as her mind was on fire. Years of waiting and watching you, all leading up to now. She couldn’t take it. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to fucking do this? How many times I’ve dreamed of you?”

You gasped, shaking your head and furrowing your brows like a puppy at her and she nearly devoured you at the sight. “‘M sorry, Ells,” you mumbled.

She released a staggered sigh, “And that fucking nickname,” she hissed, leaning back into you to kiss your mouth, a moan leaving her mouth and leaking into yours.

You mewled, everything happening too quickly for your brain to keep up but your lips had a mind of their own as they moved with Ellie, earning you soft moans from her.

You broke away, shaking your head and she followed you with her mouth, her gaze low and focused solely on your lips now that she finally had a taste.

She leaned into you again, but you stopped her and she grunted, “Let me kiss you,” she murmured.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” you rambled out, flattening your hand on her chest, making her look down at your hand with an incredulous look.

“Are you serious?” she muttered.

You scoffed and nearly laughed, “Yes! Just wait a damn second,” you spoke through a giggle.

You sighed, looking all over her face, feeling flustered under her gaze as her eyes were low.

“You look pretty,” you said breathless, making Ellie drop her head and sigh.

“Baby, I’ve wanted to kiss you since I was fucking thirteen. Can you let me get what I want?” she muttered, slightly strained as she leaned in to smell your neck. She gently stuck out her tongue and glided it, kissing your pulse, causing your brows to knit in pleasure.

“Yeah,” you whispered, leaning your head back against the all as your hand found its way to her hair, undoing her bun to tug on her roots.

“Were you jealous of Kat?” Ellie rasped out, sort of out of the blue and it caused you to snap your eyes to her in confusion.

“What?” you ask in a haze.

“Were you jealous?” she repeated, this time leaning down to kiss over your collarbone as she found her thigh between your legs.

“I… I dunno, I guess so,” you mumble, not wanting to admit it as the embarrassment was evident on your face.

“Tell me,” she rasped, her tone getting more strained by the second as she pressed into you. Her moves were getting fervent and you felt hot.

You looked at Ellie and thought for a second, noticing her demeanor shift. “Are you getting fucking turned on by that? Do you like the fact that I was jealous and I didn’t want Kat near you?” you slightly grit through your teeth, your breathing sharp as you looked at Ellie with hazy eyes.

She looked up at you through her lashes, her lip dragging on your throat as she let up.

“Maybe,” she said softly, tilting her head and pouting at you, “It’s cute.”

“It’s slutty,” you countered, making her blush way more than it should’ve. “You want me to be jealous over you?” you ask, tone dropping in a way that made Ellie nervous.

“No… not necessarily, I just… think it’s hot that you were possessive ‘n shit,” she spoke gently, hands going to your waist to try and seem smaller than she was.

Your eyes slightly sparkled and your lashes fluttered, digesting her words. Ellie watched you, wanting to connect your lips again but waiting for your initiative, not knowing if she turned you off.

“Is that weird?” she asked softly, her fingers snaking under your shirt to touch your warm skin, her hands fitting perfectly on your hips.

You shook your head in response, swallowing dryly before wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her in, “No, I really like that, even though I shouldn’t,” you murmured as you pulled her in to kiss her, going slow and attentive, making Ellie whimper into your mouth.

You deepened the kiss, dipping your tongue into her mouth and you felt her grip on you tighten in response. Her pretty sounds made your stomach turn and you could feel yourself get wet, and she herself. You got more handsy, pulling her hair harder than you intended, earning you a pretty moan from Ellie. You turned and pressed her against the wall, shoving your thigh between her legs and bringing your hands down to her hips, squeezing the flesh and guiding her to a rhythm on your leg. She gasped, breaking the kiss to look at you like a pretty puppy. You could tell something had shifted, almost as if no one had controlled her like that, or at least no one had done it correctly. Her eyes lit up and her lips parted, a pathetic whimper leaving her mouth as her hands went to your arms, holding onto you.

“What’re you doing?” she mumbled, her hips moving against your thigh in a slow pace.

“You don’t like it?” you tease, tilting your head at her, asking for a response.

She whined, not liking your condescending tone but she still nodded, “I do,” she muttered shyly.

You nodded, watching her pretty face change for every movement made her feel something different. Not to mention, your mocking tone made her head dizzy.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” you say breathlessly before leaning down to catch her mouth in a rough kiss.

You broke away, grabbing Ellie’s hand and taking her back to your room, shutting the door and immediately pressing her against it, your movements fast and rushed as you kissed her. Your hands were angsty, running all over her body as you grabbed handfuls of her shirt, pulling her into you. She then backed off the door, walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit your bed and she gently pushed you down, laying on top of you now.

“Slow down,” she murmured before going to your neck, immediately finding your sweet spot with her tongue, causing your face to twist in pleasure.

“Shut up,” you sighed, grabbing her and turning her onto her back on your bed, straddling her hips as you slowly began to grind on her, throwing your head back as you pressed your hands onto her chest, stopping her from sitting up.

“Let me kiss you,” she begged, taking one of your hands to her mouth, kissing your palm gently.

“Let me use you,” you breathed out, looking down at her and seeing how her face fell, taking the opportunity to gently insert your fingers into her mouth, making her suck on them. You smiled, watching her composure slip as her eyes slightly rolled back with your fingers in her mouth, “There she is,” you softly praise.

Ellie’s eyes darkened and she furrowed her brows at your words, feeling like a slut underneath you with your fingers in her mouth. You were toying with her and she liked it. Fuck. Ellie blushed at the sight of a pretty girl on top of her, grinding on her and bossing her around. It was a total wet dream come true.

You lean down, kissing the corner of her mouth as she continued to suck on your fingers, it almost being a mocking gesture since she couldn’t kiss you back. She whined, you cooed, and the both of you blushed.

“You look pretty like this, letting me do whatever I want,” you breathed out, rolling your hips against her torso and rubbing against your clit through your pants, making you arch your back. “Ellie,” you moan out breathily.

“Fuck… yeah?” she responded, her voice strained as your fingers lazily left her mouth, your hand finding its way to her throat.

“Need to fuck you,” you mumble, slowing your movements as you lean over to your drawer and stumble in it, eventually getting out a… strap?

Ellie’s brows furrowed and she looked at what you had, “What is that?” she said asked softly before sitting up and holding you in her lap. “You want me to wear that?” she asked with a raised brow as she looked between you and the toy.

You were horny. Needy. “Well, yes. But, I wanna… fuck myself on you. Ride you, is what I mean,” you mutter, kissing her cheek as she was close to you.

She grunted and nodded, “Okay, fuck, baby,” she breathed out as she gripped your hips and buried herself in your neck, kissing all over you.

“Take these off,” you murmured, tugging at her belt loops and slowly crawling off of her to sit on your haunches on your mattress, watching her with soft eyes.

Ellie moved frantically, almost making you laugh as she nearly tumbled as she yanked off her jeans. She stood up before you, looking down at you and tucking your hair behind your ear as you started to help her put the strap on. She finished the job, leaning down to kiss you softly, pushing you back onto the mattress so she could lay down beside you. You scooted out of the way, kissing her gently before taking off your top, causing Ellie’s breaths to go sharp.

She reached out, laying out her fingers on your tummy under your ribs before leaning forward to kiss your stomach, “Can I?” she muttered, her fingers toying with the hem of your bra and you nodded. You turned around and felt her hands ghost over your back until she lifted your bra, sitting up to kiss in between your shoulder blades.

Her movements were soft, attentive. Fire laid in her fingers’ wake as she raked down your skin, touching you and mesmerizing how you shivered under her hand. Her mouth kissed your spine but was felt across your entire being, your heart nearly breaking through your chest.

“So pretty,” she murmured, causing you to turn and look back at her, meeting her green eyes in a moment of intimacy that made you melt.

You turned around, cupping her head in your hands and kissing her softly, moving your body to straddle over her. Her hands went to your waist to help you settle, wanting you to be comfortable.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, okay, Baby?” she muttered, breaking the kiss to bring one hand to your face, moving your hair out of the way to lock on your eyes.

You nod, “You too, pretty girl,” you spoke, leaning down to kiss her and she leaned up to meet you.

“Are you sure?” she mumbled, kissing your jaw and holding your waist with her arm.

You smiled, your heart gushing at how she wanted you to feel good and it turning you on even though it was innocent.

“Yes, I’m sure. Are you?” you mutter, leaning up to get a good look at your girl, watching her nod immediately as she licked her lips.

“Yeah, no, yeah. I’m… Fuck, yeah. I’m—yeah,” she rambled out, causing you to softly laugh as you leaned down to kiss her again.

“Okay, pretty girl, I’m gonna start, okay? Just relax for me, sweetheart,” you say, your words coaxing Ellie and causing her brows to knit slightly due to the petnames.

You then sat up, reaching between your legs to center yourself before looking at Ellie, almost in disbelief at the sight.

Ellie was in awe at the sight of you, nearly itching to thrust her hips up to get in the first move but she knew better, and she knew you’d know how to feel good on her. Her hands went to touch you, one on your waist, gentle fingers soothing you and the other hand went to grope your tit, your nipple pinched between her fingers.

You then sank down, just the tip causing you to gasp and Ellie’s breath mirrored yours, watching you swallow the toy slowly caused her to groan.

You watched her, how her brows knitted and how her eyes got low and dark for every inch that disappeared.

“Atta girl,” she breathed out, making you curse under your breath. “Feels good?” she asks, making you shake your head as you sank all the way down.

“Shut up,” you breathed out, settling yourself to accommodate to the stretch.

“What was that?” she asked, her hips bucking up slightly in a teasing manner.

You leaned forward, digging your nails into her torso to whimper, “Fuck, that’s not fair,” you mumble before moving your hips, making Ellie moan at the sight.

“There you go, Baby, fuck yourself just like that,” she whispered, making your mouth form an ‘o’ shape as she spoke to you. “My cock feel good, Love?” she drawled out, her hips meeting yours in an agonizingly slow pace.

Every movement was felt inside you and you struggled to respond, it being too much but you nodded and moaned out, “Yes, fuck, yeah,” it almost sounding like a cry.

“Yeah, Baby, it’s okay. No one ever fucked my girl this good, huh? There you go, Sweetheart, just like that,” she gritted out, her hands going to your ass to grope as she helped you go up and down, watching your face twist in pleasure. “Let it out, feel good for me.”

You nodded, going faster and letting moans leave your mouth. As you picked up your pace, the harness began to rub against Ellie’s clit and she moaned, making you turn red. Hearing her made you nearly faint and your eyes sparkled, wanting to hear more of it. Making it your goal, actually.

“You like watching me fuck myself on your cock, Baby?” you breathed out, watching Ellie throw her head back at your words. Her fingers dug into your skin and one hand going between your legs to rub your clit. The pressure caused your spine to arch and your hand went to her throat, squeezing.

“F— Fuck, fuck, Fuck,” she moaned out, her brain melting as she watched you, it being too much for her. Her clit ached and she wanted more, her hips bucking faster out of her control.

Your eyes rolled back and Ellie grunted, going faster on your clit as seeing you turned on made her ten times hornier.

“Fucking me so nice, Ells,” you whined, it feeling good as you both moved to make the other feel good. “Can… can you cum with me?” you breathed out, struggling to form words.

She scoffed, biting down on her lip, “Tryin’, Sweet girl,” she grunted, “Tryin’ to not cum before you,” she admitted, looking up at you as you moaned from hearing her words.

“‘M close,” you cried out, her fingers circling you clit and her words dragging you close, almost too close to ecstasy.

“Cmon, Baby, give it to me. Cum on my cock. Please? Please, Baby, I want it so bad please give it to me,” she began to whine, causing your jaw to drop at her change in tone and change in aspect.

Her begging you to cum? Fuck.

“Ellie,” you grunted, your hips’ movements going sloppy but she didn’t let up; she made up for what you lacked and she fucked up into you, wanting to make you cum so badly.

“Please, please, give it to me. Just for me, I’ve been so good for you, Love, just cum for me? Please?” she whimpered, the pleasure reaching her too and you leaned down to her without thinking, kissing her messily as the hand around her throat squeezed again, making her moan roughly into your mouth.

“Fuck!” you cried out, “Right there, fuck, Ellie, christ!” and your thighs closed around her waist, signaling Ellie that you were cumming.

She let herself go too, allowing herself to cum at the same time as you and the both of you cried out a harmony of whines and moans. She caught your lips in a kiss and swallowed your sounds, her hips staggering as you began to whimper from overstimulation.

You pinned her wrists, digging yourself into her to stop her movements so you could slowly ride it out for the both of you.

She shook her head, her clit sore and she begged you to stop under her breath and you obliged, slowing to a stop as you buried yourself in her neck, kissing her skin. You throbbed against the toy inside you and you kissed under her jaw.

“You… So good,” you whispered, making her smile and nod, bringing your hand to interlock your fingers as she kissed your wrist.

“You were good too, Baby. Did you feel good?” she asked softly, gently brushing your hair out of your face as she smiled at your fucked out state.

You hum, “Mhm,” as you rise and gasp at the loss of the feeling of her inside you.

You help her take off the harness, putting it on your dresser before going back to her. You brought your blanket over the both of you and you lay your head beside her. You both watched each other, her hand rising to your face, her fingers gently tracing the characteristics of your face, trying to memorize every dip and edge of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

You turned your hand to kiss her palm and you scooted closer, wrapping your arm around her stomach before kissing her mouth, the act being soft and loving.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, looking at her with eyes she could drown in endlessly, never caring how many times she died for it would be worth it.

She nodded, leaning in to kiss you before murmuring, “Always.”

[orphicsun]

Hi! Can you please write about Ellie getting head for the first time <3

warnings: oral sex, sub!ellie omg this is a rare occasion for me, porn with little plot

She didn’t know why you liked her so much, but Ellie didn’t complain. Not one bit.

You invited her over for the usual–a sleepover with yellow, buttered popcorn and a movie. The past few times she had stayed over, she tried not to even admit it within the depths of her brain. You made her weak, like a beggar that couldn’t be satiated. You were the one thing that made her lose focus from even Star Trek, and that was unnatural. It wasn’t unwelcome by any means, but it was definitely not convenient for Ellie.

She couldn’t understand why you chose her of all people. She reasoned with herself that you didn’t technically choose her for anything. You two were just friends, and the flirting you threw upon the nerve-wracked girl was only the words that girls can exchange without having to be romantically involved. Right? Probably not.

The past few times, you only let your touch linger in small lengths. Your hand crept upon her arm, fingernail brushing against her tattoo. You made her breath shorten in a way that she wanted to be annoyed about. Each night was torture, and yet she found herself back on your couch, stuffing her mouth with microwaved Orville as you simply squeezed her hand with your own. The act itself was innocent, sweet. Ellie guessed that you got bored, because soon you were kneeling between her for the first time, and your lips were brushing against her jeans. 

“How far are you gonna take this?” Her voice carried a blend of nerves and need. There was always a thickness to her voice, something that sounded so uniquely like your Ellie that gave your pussy a heartbeat. 

Mouth moving to kiss her clothed hip and a soft mumble, “I’ll eat this pussy if you’ll let me.”

Fuck, Ellie had never heard such filthy words come out of that pretty mouth of yours. Not anywhere but her wet dreams, at least. She tried to adjust her hips and keep herself together, but you were faster. Your hands were on her thighs, fingers spread out. She groaned and let her head fall back on the couch. 

“Do whatever you want.”

You surely didn’t waste time once given the go-ahead. 

Ellie’s bush was a pretty sight. Her clit was already swollen, and her pussy glistened with the light of the tv screen and her juices coating her folds. You were between her eagerly opened legs, but it was staring at you, begging to be devoured. You offered kisses across her thighs to be polite, but you were quite impatient. Soon, your mouth was all over her like the first round of Thanksgiving dinner.

Ellie was losing her shit above you with each smacking sound your mouth left on her pussy; your tongue lavished over her bead and the pressure inside her was building, making it all nearly unbearable. She was like a pretty painting, legs shaking like jelly as she bit her lip to keep her mind functioning. It was so hard not to completely go insane and let herself just beg you to fuck her all night, though. She had a feeling that you would be.

You let her use your face without complaints, taking each sloppy buck of her hips with ease. Ellie could only fall apart when she peeked down. She could see the way you relentlessly worked her, and could only envy the fact that you didn’t look that phased by it. Lick after lick, pressing more pressure onto her before she finally couldn’t take it.

“I think I’m gonna cum-” she cut herself off with a moan and didn’t try to continue, not trusting herself to speak again without whining some incoherent, needy chants. 

You nodded. 

How were you so chill about this? She couldn’t take it anymore, and soon she was tugging your hair and coating your face with her cum. 

You made her feel dizzy in a way no previous, self-given orgasm could make her. It was like a sharp hit to her clit that pulsated throughout her entire body, reaching her brain until it faded into waves of pure bliss. Her hips lazily lifted themselves up and down, and you tongue-fucked her through her orgasm. 

It felt like a complete blackout, but when she finally felt like herself again, she glanced down to see your cheek resting on her stomach. You were like a vision from above, sculpted out to look just like this: features all in purpose, and your hair messy from her fingers grasping it. 

All too soon, you were sitting yourself down onto her lap, cupping her face and smothering her freckled cheeks in pecks. The way you only gave her sweet kisses made her head spin with the contrast of your tongue peeking into her hole just a few moments ago. 

“Wanna watch Jersey Shore?” 

You confused the hell out of Ellie sometimes, and she hated reality tv. But.. you did just fuck her brains out. Jersey Shore it was.

a/n: guys guys i'm working on fics i'm in a bit of a smut rut so idk if this is any good but i had to write SMTH

[thebubblesareevil]

Only the best Kings wear pink! Pt 1

Pt 2

Danny had decided, inter-lair political party meeting briefings were a truly underutilized form of torture that he personally thought should be inflicted upon only the worst kinds of criminals; not your King.

Fright Knight disagreed.

At least he finally let him move around instead of suffering through forced resurrection via boredom (it’s happened before, not a fun meeting). That being said, he would admit to being a little distracted by all the servants rushing around frantically. It had even managed to distract Fright.

No one seemed panicked so clearly it wasn’t an attack, but what….

Danny felt someone staring at him. He covertly nodded to Fright to keep talking as he created an invisible clone to search for his stalker.

He didn’t have to look far, they weren’t hiding very well. Not 20 ft away a young ghost gawked at him from behind a column. She had her glowing blonde hair in 2 braided pigtails and her ragged dress looked like she came from one of the medieval lairs. Danny carefully kneeled down, trying to make himself look small as he tapped her on the shoulder.

The little girl spun around, clearly terrified at being caught. Danny gave her a soft smile.

“Please don’t eat me Mr Ghost King sir!!!” She cried out.

Danny snorted and burst out laughing. His booming laughter echoed though the castle walls causing many of the servants to pause in their search.

“Now why in the realms would you think I’m going to eat you?!” Danny asked though his chuckles. “You wouldn’t be more than a bite full at best.” He poked her sides causing her to giggle.

“Would too! I’m bigger the Sally!” She paused, rethinking her words. “But I’d taste quite foul! I would, I swear!”

Danny grinned turning to Fright Knight. The little ghost squeaked when she saw the Spirit of Halloween and backed into the King causing her to freeze.

Danny gently picked her up, cradling her in one arm. “Did you hear that Fright?! She said she’d taste foul!” He smirked “I suppose there’s only one thing to do then!”

Fright Knight eyed his King a bit warily, still not used to his antics. “Sire?”

Danny grinned, motioning to one of the nervous maids. “We‘ll have to sweeten her up!”

Miette bowed before her King, trying to hide her nervous glances at the girl.

“Miette! Would you be a dear and prepare some sweets and tea in the garden for my honored guest? Fright, will you be joining us?” Danny asked the startled Knight.

“As you wish my Liege, though…might I request some pumpkin pie?” He asked Miette.

The maid blinked at the request.

“Of course Sir Fright.” She answered a bit dazed.

“Wonderful! We’ll meet you in the garden after we swing by Spectre’s quarters.” He grinned down at the frightened ghost. “Every princess must look her best for afternoon tea after all!”

The little girl frowned. “But I’m not a princess?” She said, tilting her head.

“Of course you are! Every little girl is a princess! That’s just a fact of life.” Danny nodded solemnly.

“But we’re not alive?” She pouted “Mummy said so!”

Danny shrugged. “That doesn’t change much, I’m still alive after all so it still counts.” He said finally.

They stopped in front of two massive doors covered in random drawing. Danny knocked on the door. The little ghost shrunk back in Danny’s arms.

The door opened to reveal a young ghost, not much bigger than the one in his arms.

“Hey Ellie!” Danny grinned. “Do you have any princess dresses left or did you set them all on fire?”

Ellie groaned. “Lilac just restocked the closet. You’d think she’d learn by now.”

Danny grinned. “Perfect! Would you mind helping our guest into one of them? She’s joining us for tea!”

Ellie floated up to see the tiny ghost trying to make herself smaller in her dad’s arms.

“Oh? And who are you?” She asked curiously.

“Emma.” She squeaked. Ellie grinned.

“Alright Emma, how do you feel about pink?!”

———

A little while latter you could find the Ghost King: ruler of the infinite realms, Fright Knight: the most feared general of the Kings legion and little Emma: the little princess from 2 Lairs over (only on the 5th of each month); newly decked out in a glowing tiara and the frilliest pink dress Ellie could find (with no singes); all sitting in the Royal gardens in Phantoms keep debating the merits of pink sparkles vs rainbow glitter.

Her mother nearly wept in relief that her daughter was safe, though she was a bit dazed by what she was seeing.

“You must be Emma’s mum!” Danny grinned. “We were just finishing up afternoon tea.

Emma jumped from her seat and raced over to her mummy to tell her all about her day.

“I’m so sorry for my daughter’s intrusion, your majesty!” She cried out, fear outweighing shock as she quickly bowed.

“Nonsense!” Danny laughed, looking down at Emma. “You’re welcome here anytime Emma. After all, you never did tell me what happened to you Aunt Agatha.” He smiled “You’ll have to finish your story next time.”

Emma ran up to give Danny a hug, he happily picked her up and held the young ghost.

“Thank you for the tea and cakes Mr ghost king! Can I bring Beatrice next time? She’ll never believe me otherwise!”

Danny chuckled. “The more the merrier, though I suggest you give your mother some proper warning before you run off to strange lairs without permission.”

Emma pouted. “I promise!” She swore as Danny handed her to her mother.

Danny was a little sad to see the little girl go but he had plenty of work to do.

“Sire, shall we continue the briefing?” Fright Knight piped up.

Danny groan, Fright Knight grinned. (He liked his new king)

———

The next month, when the lairs lined up once more Danny was greeted with the grinning Emma, the frightened faces of at least 6 other little ghosts and the nervous form of Emma’s mother.

Danny grinned. “Miette!” He shouted behind him. “Can you bring some more tables to the gardens. It looks like we’re having a proper tea party this time!”

And so began to annual monthly tea party at Phantom’s keep.

(Lilac was so glad to see all the dresses she made put to good use)

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

Can’t do it yourself?

Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: Sex with strap!! 😲

Summary: Ellie making you fuck yourself :)

A/N: Randomly thought of this while walking to school?!

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There was no way to get out of this mess. No way.

“Ellie— fuck, please!” You pled like your life depended on it. Mind dazed and clouded with pleasure, barely able to comprehend a thought, you give out and rest your head back against the pillows. Your arms were tied behind you, and there was no way in hell you would actually survive.

Why were you so damn fucked? because you were getting fucked. By who?— Ellie Williams. Your god-damn girlfriend.

Well, not at the moment.

“I wanna see you move..” She rasped out, a tinge of excitement in her voice as she stared down at you. The tip of her strap had made it’s way into your entrance, stopping there and teasing your cunt. Ellie was fucking crazy for this, having you on your back, legs spread, and making you to fuck yourself.

“I can’t, you know that!” You huffed out, tilting your head to get a better look at the way she barely had her cock in you. It was placed perfectly for your hips to squirm around and feel something, though it was far from being properly taken care of. Fingering was one thing, but having her pound in you was another. Everytime she drove into you you swore you could go stupid. Go entirely crazy at how good she was at rolling her strap into you.

Just thinking about it made your pussy wet. So, with a whine, you slid down to push more of her into you.

Then again, Ellie wasn’t one to like being ignored. Right when you could feel her going deeper, Ellie’s slender fingers gripped your hips and thrusted one hard pound and then pulled out to where she was before. Back to teasing you. There was no way in hell your girlfriend would allow you to go against her, have it your way. For, she was the one dominating you, nothing more nothing less. And, undoubtedly, feeling your insides squeezed against her strap, you gasp out with satisfaction. You hoped she’d keep going, but you were quickly disappointed with the fact that she really would make you do it yourself. It was cruel and twisted.

“Whoa, not so fast..” Ellie whispered, a playful smile on her face, “Who said you’re getting it deep?..” You practically groan at her insistence. You needed to have her ruin your walls, fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Possibly even loosen you out with those hips of hers. Your lidded eyes met her green ones and you were sure she was enjoying this, torturing you. “Ellie, please..” Her name rolled off your tongue as a whine and it sure made her cheeks red; you could tell she was trying to be a good top for you.

“I said move.” Pussy throbbing for friction, you let slip a soft.. noise at her demanding tone. You’d rarely hear it but, damn, you loved it too much. You move your hips at, both, your and her liking. Circular motion on the tip of her cock. It made your body shudder with need. Occasionally, you’d move up and down to rub her against your clit, and, my-my, did it make you moan.

Ellie loved watching you grew desperate, even more than before, staring at your face and your hips. Her own cunt was throbbing, even wet from being aroused. The sight of you was one she’d worship, and it was getting harder to keep teasing you. Keep herself from giving you the release you seemed to, clearly, need.

So, she didnt. With a grip on your thighs, she hooked your legs around her neck before pushing deep into you. Ellie knew exactly how to fuck your tight pussy. Before you could react, she dug into you like some excavator. Drilling deep into your walls and hitting ever spot that made you stupid. Completely and utterly stupid. Moans and pants filled the room as she steadied her pace, fast and hard pounding until she knew for sure you were finished.

“Ugh!— Ellie— Ellie, oh my.. fuck!” There you were, unable to speak without putting effort into it. Your body recoiled with the force Ellie had, causing your tities to fly up and down. And, of course, your girlfriend liked the sight. So much so that she had to feel it.

Gripping your breasts, she fastened her pace, though it was hard to imagine going faster than she already was. Lewd praises left Ellie’s lips, “You like that?” She’d whisper out, smiling as if she’d never seen you like this. “Yeah, you definitely like this, Baby..” You did like— love it.

Praise was what made you cum, what made you all flustered. And your girlfriend knew the exact words that could get you going, get you cumming faster. It got your mind all hazy, leaving you to beg for mercy.

Your walls closing, you couldn’t get enough of the sweet, delicious, thrusting your girlfriend had provided for you. It was like you could die here, all dazed and happy. The squelching noise from your cunt was making you, both, embarrassed and surprised, you hadn’t realised just how soaked you were. At least your girlfriend knew. She’d have one hell of a meal afer this.

With one final thrust, she stopped deep in you. Her cock filling you up like you’d needed it to. The shock came, and you felt yourself loosing control over your body. Shuddering and writhing like a fuckin’ bitch— you were Ellie’s bitch. So you didn’t mind.

And, anyways, your girlfriend was enjoying the view. Admiring the way you looked. Disheveled by the overwhelming pleasure that had taken over your body and had left you feeling amazing. Then again, Ellie never missed. The way her hips rolled to thrust into you, it was so damn attractive that you could cum to it alone.

“Great job, Baby.. you’re so.. gorgeous.” Ellie murmured, keeping inside you while leaning down to kiss your forehead. Both of you were gasping for air, it was all worth it. “Mind owing your girl a favour?”

Sixty-nine it was.

[valeisaslut]

PARTITION - collide AU blurb (mdni)

so.... a nonnie sent me a list of songs they imagined for Collide's reader and ellie and partition by beyoncé was on there… and listen. i hit play. and it was OVER for me. like immediately i saw the whole scene crystal clear in my mind. it wrote itself. my brain broke a little bit. so thank you, nonnie, for ruining my life so beautifully.

also, btw: this is now canonically a song on reader’s better lies deluxe album. of course she wrote it the very next day after the limo incident. she was feral. no regrets.

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back of the limo, new york city lights bleeding past the tinted windows, music thumping faintly from the speakers. you’re supposed to be heading to some club, some industry party, but ellie’s hands are already on you before you even get past soho.

she pushes you down onto her lap, looking at you like she owns the oxygen you’re breathing. outside, it’s chaos —flashes, screams, a city spinning— but inside, it’s heat and darkness and the low, wicked purr of the engine underneath you both.

you gasp when her hand cups you through your panties, already soaked through. she just smirks against your throat, teeth grazing skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“knew you’d be like this,” she mutters, rough and low, fingers sliding the fabric aside to find you drenched. “knew you’d be dripping for me before we even made it to the fuckin’ club.”

you let out a breathless, shaky laugh. “s’not my fault you’re obsessed with me.”

“baby,” she groans, pressing her forehead against yours, “you’re the one grinding on me like you don’t give a fuck who’s listening.”

you open your mouth to sass her back—but then you feel it. when she grinds her hips against yours, there’s pressure, thick and hard, strapped under her baggy jeans. your hips stutter, a little whimper punching out of you.

“wait—” you giggle, half-horrified, half-wrecked already. “you wore it to dinner?”

ellie pulls back just enough to flash a wicked grin.

“had a feeling you were gonna act up, princess.”

from the front seat, the driver coughs loudly. you barely register it— too busy clinging to her as she pushes your panties aside like she’s unwrapping a present.

“you tryna get us banned from every club in new york?” you whisper, still trying to catch your breath, grinding shamelessly against her.

“only if you come on my strap first,” she growls back, hands bruising on your hips.

you laugh, breathless and drunk on her.

“bet.”

the driver almost swerves off the road. privacy screen up. he’s seen enough.

and you do. right there in the limo—your dress bunched at your waist, panties dangling off one ankle—while ellie lounges back, legs spread, a filthy grin on her face as she unzips her jeans and pulls out the dark purple strap, heavy and waiting.

you sink down on the strap and grind against her, slow at first— torturous, mean— moaning into her mouth just to hear the way she whimpers for you. every shift of your hips has her cursing under her breath, desperate, eyes almost black.

“you’re such a fuckin’ tease,” she growls, hands gripping your ass hard enough to bruise.

“yeah?” you pant, tilting your head, grinding down harder. “say please, rockstar.”

ellie glares up at you, teeth clenched, chest heaving. pure dangerous, feral love.

“please,” she rasps, breath hitching. “please, baby. fucking ride me. take me apart. fuck me like you own me.”

you shudder, nails dragging down her arms, and god, you’re gone.

you start moving faster. bouncing, grinding, desperate and shameless, the wet slap of your bodies obscene in the tight space.

ellie’s filthy with it— muttering, moaning, grunting against your mouth.

“fuck, just like that. look at you. ridin’ my cock like you’re made for it—” her hand slips up your spine, into your hair, tugging just enough to make you whimper.

“—pretty fuckin’ thing. mine.”

the limo rocks on its tires.

you cry out when she brings one hand down— a sharp, stinging spank to your ass, making your thighs shake around her. you bury your face in her neck, biting down hard to muffle your moan as you bounce up and down harder, chasing your high.

the strap presses right against that perfect spot inside you, and when you come— it’s explosive. messy. desperate. you shudder violently, clinging to her like a lifeline, her name ripped from your throat like a prayer.

ellie groans low and hot against your ear, teeth grazing your skin as she peppers your neck and collarbone with love bites, marking you up like she wants everyone in that club to know exactly who you belong to. her hands grip your hips like she’s holding on for dear life, grinding up into you, chasing that high like a woman possessed.

when she finally comes — hot and messy under the strap, gasping your name like a prayer — her face goes wrecked. flushed cheeks, glossy eyes, mouth falling open in the sluttiest, prettiest little whimper you’ve ever heard. it punches a needy, desperate sound out of you too, grinding down hard to wring every last twitch and shake out of her.

you swear she almost blacks out right there, forehead falling against your shoulder, breath ragged, hands still trembling where they’re clutching you.

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” she pants, kissing your jaw, still holding you close, still so hard against you. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you’re both panting when the limo finally pulls up in front of the club— lights flashing, hundreds crowding, cameras ready.

you climb off her slowly, thighs shaking, dress barely tugged back down. ellie zips her jeans with one hand, still flushed, still panting, and gives you her leather jacket to hide your wrecked state a little.

you both step out of the limo, faces deadpan like nothing happened— except for the marks blooming on your neck and tits and the way you’re leaning into her like your legs forgot how to work.

paparazzi start screaming questions.

the driver just stays slumped behind the wheel, dead inside.

ellie tosses a wink over her shoulder at him as she leads you into the club, muttering under her breath.

“that man’s seen god tonight.”

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[1980shorrorfilm]

pain breaks the rhythm

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pairing…ellie williams x gn!vampire!reader

in which…ellie wants you to bite her out of curiosity. or something more.

before you read…18+. no smut; vampirism is just sexual. blood drinking.

nirvana plays lowly in ellie’s dorm, her warm fairy lights mixed with orange halloween ones, on the verge of falling due to how lazily she placed them.

they cast a warm glow in the small space, and over the few scattered books on her bed. they lay in between you, along with some notes, both of you sitting in silence as your brains are completely fried from studying at this point.

ellie hasn’t even spoken in five minutes, and knowing her, that means her mind is either empty or on overdrive. she keeps looking at you, as you keep looking at your phone, awaiting a message from whatever girl replies first.

your appetite is growing by the minute, and you can feel it. it causes your head to hurt, and your fingers to fidget, tapping them on your thigh as you attempt to focus on the opened textbook before you.

your little secret wasn’t a secret to ellie. you had trusted her with it, because you trust her with your entire life. she had found the whole thing fascinating, like something out of the many comic books she grew up reading.

except, this is reality, and it’s not as pretty as those colorful pages make it out to be. you’re not a murderer, you don’t have it in you. you’ll stalk the alleys of jackson for rats when desperate, and butter up pretty girls who think your bite is just that— a bite.

a painful yet sensational feeling that makes them want more, and why you rely on them in moments like these.

and for some reason, none of them want to fucking reply to you tonight. it feels like torture, and ellie almost feels bad watching you grow anxious— but she also doesn’t. you and another girl…it makes her want to throw up.

she’s not caught up with her lore, but a kiss from a vampire is equivalent to a proposal to her. and no one, other than her, deserves that from you. she tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth, heart jumping out of its chest when she finally speaks, “i’m curious.”

“hm?” you hum, glancing at your phone again, going over your irrelevant notifications to see if you missed anything. “what it feels like…you know…”

you look up at her, “what?”

“a bite…what it feels like,” she says shamefully; as if she’s admitting the most taboo thing ever. maybe because she had imagined it, seeing you at a corner of a party, head snuggled comfortably in a blonde woman’s neck, everyone else distracted by the blaring music and bumping bodies while she was stunned like a deer in headlights.

how she wasn’t disturbed, she was so far from. she thought about it being her, and letting you take what you wanted, not just what you needed. she could be your personal buffet, she would do that for you in a heartbeat. ellie could satisfy you. no one else, just her.

but, you laugh at her words, as if she told you a joke. ellie did have a habit of shitty vampire jokes and puns, often made in group settings because she thinks it is hilarious to have such an inside joke. she grabs your complete attention, “i’m serious.”

the smile you wore, leaves your face, understanding what she was trying to imply without asking. something off the table, absolutely forbidden.

“no…no, ellie,” you tell her, the rejection like a stake to the heart. there was absolutely nothing more in this universe you’d want more than to taste her, just the idea of it makes your heart beat even faster, shaking your head as though it would rid the enticing picture. you’re hungry enough as is.

“why?”

“because ellie.”

“you can do it to anyone else but not me?”

her question is more of a salty remark, causing you to glare at her, ellie now quickly swallowing whatever other comment she already had prepared. she doesn’t get it, she really doesn’t, and you cannot explain it to her.

how drinking from other people is a necessity, like eating food to her. how you have absolutely no emotional attachment to them, and you don’t crave any more than you’re given.

and with her, someone you love deeply, you could drain her completely. which isn’t an overstatement. you’ve watched the blood run along her veins on more than one occasion, how thick and sweet it is.

you can taste it on your tongue without having a single drop if it…how good it would taste running down your throat. you would get drunk off of her.

“it’s not that simple…you’re…you,” you scratch the back of your neck, confusion crossing her pretty features at the statement. “i’m me?”

“yeah…god, ellie, can we drop it?”

you don’t mean to sound so frustrated, but you are. ellie isn’t aware of the weight of her words, how her desire isn’t just hers. you share it, you want her. you want to quite literally devour her.

your phone vibrates, ellie trying to read the notification, someone asking to meet up with a stupid wink face. a sigh leaves her lips, sinking into her bed, redirecting her gaze to the book in her lap.

“see you tomorrow?” she quietly says, assuming you’re ready to go have dinner. and you should, you know you should, but you remain seated on her bed.

“it’s…hard…when it’s someone close to you,” you try to explain, “and i could hurt you.”

she’s sat up straight again, green eyes boring into you. “could isn’t a for sure thing,” ellie says, “i could get hit by a car tomorrow.”

“that’s not— you don’t get it.”

“i do,” she groans, tossing her head back, huffing, then looking back at you, “…i…trust you.”

the contemplation rests on your face, ellie noticing, her determination still adamant. she reaches for your hand, grabs it, and faintly leans forward.

“you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.”

the cool air thickens with tension as you consider her request, listening to how hard her heartbeat thuds. it compels you, along with the unwavering gaze of her green irises, luring you into her. she adds, “it’ll be a win-win.”

ellie is right. you think you could attack the first person you’d see when you leave her room, suck them until the light leaves their eyes— mouth salivating thinking about it. you’re practically starving, or so feel that way, and ellie could easily relieve you.

“okay.”

you expect a shit-eating grin on her face, the mischief glint in her eyes whenever you give her what she wants. and this was practically giving her the greatest gift on earth, yet her mouth drops ajar and she looks shocked, even nervous.

“really?”

“yeah…if that’s what you want.”

“yeah— yeah,” she responds almost too quickly, but she has already shown her desperation for you.

you push away everything in between you two, getting close enough to where you’re nearly in her lap.

“it’ll hurt.”

“i can take it.”

you watch the low spoken words leave her mouth, the suggestive tone combined with her hand squeezing yours, abruptly taking the air from you. for a moment, you find yourself more attracted to her lips, than her neck.

a very brief moment, because you’re swiftly distracted by the pumping of her jugular, the veins screaming at you.

you steady yourself, “ready?”

ellie nods, and with that, she lets your gentle hand cradle one side of her jaw, tilting it upward. her breathing hitches while you move in closer, fangs grazing the soft skin of her neck.

the heat radiating from her pulse sends shivers throughout your entire body, carnal desire growing stronger each millisecond that passes. along came restraint, slowly sinking your canine teeth in the side of her neck, afraid of actually hurting her.

she gasps immediately, guilt hitting you at the noise. maybe you should pull back. maybe you should stop, and apologize to her for even agreeing to this.

but the moment her smooth blood runs down your tongue, your delicate pressure turns into something feverish, electrifying. you crave more.

you bite harder, sucking the crimson from her body with your eyes fluttering to the back of your head, your worries about the ordeal fading into oblivion. ellie tastes even better than your fantasies, like the ripest fruit in the orchard, so fucking rich.

she is unlike anyone else— you mean that in every way, but the taste of her might just drive you mad. the way her blood rushes into your lungs, she fills you up just right.

when she whimpers, you moan, continuing to feast on her, the warm liquid is like ecstasy. ellie is gripping the sheets beneath her, the pain she feels is euphoric. addicting. damn perfect.

you’re driving her to an edge she’s never been before, in between life and death, a high that makes her body feel lightweight and her mind empty. the only thing she can think about is you, and your fangs inside of her, her life being in your hands as she gives you life.

for ellie, it is the best feeling in the fucking world.

she truthfully believes you could gnaw on her flesh until it was raw, and she would welcome the burning sensation with wide open, and loving, arms. she falls back, onto her pillows, your lips not leaving her for a single second.

“fu…” ellie murmurs, unable to finish the word, mind suddenly blanking.

on top of her, you can feel ellie shuddering beneath you; this is it.

for a moment, everything fades away. her warmth, her pulse, and the world surrounding you. you listen to her whimper once more, the color leaving all of her features, going pale.

your indulgence comes to an end, divorcing yourself from the crook of her neck, scanning her face out of worry you had gone too far.

she’s exhausted, breathless, fluttering her eyes at you. her pupils are blown, looking at you with pure admiration, as if you’re an angel hovering before her. then, she smiles faintly at you. and how beautiful she looks so drained underneath you.

you bring a hand to her face, thumb stroking her freckled cheek gently, “still with me?”

“mhm,” she hums, and you give her a moment to collect herself. you await for her heart rate to return to normal, for her temperature to rise, hand traveling down to her neck in the meantime.

softly, you touch the puncture wound, a strange feeling of pride at the mark. not wanting to heal it, and not wanting ellie to cover it up. it’ll remain a happy reminder of tonight.

when ellie’s pupils are no longer fuzzy, she takes in the view before her, her blood coating your face, on your mouth, on your chin. sinful thoughts run through her head, it makes her feel wrong— perverse —but with how tantalizing you look, she doesn’t care.

ellie almost wants to take a polaroid, and keep it locked away safely in her underwear drawer, afraid this won’t happen again.

she reaches for your face, thumb swiping the stray trail of crimson on your chin. you think she’s cleaning herself off of you, but she has different intentions.

after experiencing such an intimate moment with you, ellie feels bold, and she keeps it going, daring to brush her thumb against your lips— giving you a very clear signal, and order.

one that you accept, mouth opening slightly. her finger slips in, and your tongue curls around it.

ellie’s teeth dig into her bottom lip while you suck the blood off of her thumb, your eyes shut in bliss at the mere taste of her. you wouldn’t waste a single drop.

ellie is hypnotized by you, by the way you bring your hands to her forearm, holding her tightly in place until you are finished. and when you are, you glance back down at her, noticing how flustered she is by the pink hues of her cheek.

you can’t help but laugh, and she gulps, realizing she’s been caught in her trance. it’s cute.

the sudden confidence she had is now fleeting as you crawl off of her, ellie searching for the right thing to say. unfortunately for her, the only words that want to come out are ‘i love you,’ as if you had just taken her fucking virginity.

she decides to keep her mouth shut, lying there dazed.

ellie would happily die to you, if this was the death you’d give her.

[misserabella]

omg!!!! can we pleaseeee get a part 2 of come over w abby it was literally the best thing i have EVER read ilysm for making that, i didn’t know i needed it until nowhdjjsh <33333

come now

pt1 (come over)

synopsis; abby ran away. but she couldn’t keep herself away from you for too long.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, party, drinking, smoking, drug usage (weed), mentions of other girls, jealousy, hickeys, teasing, arguing, public! touching, kissing, making out, hate and needy sex, tit and nipple play, dom! abby x sub! reader, fingering (r! receiving), cursing, hair pulling, chocking, strap on usage (r receiving), recording with phone, cum eating, mommy kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, praising, praise kink, possessiveness, squirting…

you can feel her eyes on you. you were sweaty, dancing in between that pile of college students that needed a getaway for the weekend. you had so much alcohol on your veins, mind fuzzy and skin warm. she looked good. with a pair of green cargo pants and a tight fucking black shirt. her shiny blonde hair was down on her back, and in between her fingers stood a blunt, a glass filled with alcohol on the other hand. she was resting against a wall, two of her friends talking.

she was supposed to be paying attention, but she couldn’t catch a word when you looked like that. the party was filled with pretty girls of all years, but jesus christ, none of them took her breath away like you did.

after that night, in which she had finally been able to make you moan her name, to have you on her sheets, she had ran away, leaving before you would wake up to god knows where. now it had been a week, a week in which you’d seen abby with all types of girls.

you couldn’t help but scoff at it. of course. you were furious. confused. but at the same time you couldn’t help but want to kick yourself. it had been that easy. as easy as a little call and she’d had you dicked down. had she lied? had she just used you? you were pretty much the last girl she had not yet fucked from the whole school. maybe she just wanted to complete the list. well, now it seems like you were just one more of them.

your whole body had burned. snapping at ellie when she’d dared as ask what had happened. you couldn’t tell her that you had fucked abby anderson, even less that you had liked it.

you were burning up.

your pride eating at you to not stare. to forget about that night. and you had tried. tried multiple nights to forget about her, but al you could do would be roll on your sheets with the reminder of her touch. of her tongue.

you could cum with her name on your tongue. it was awfully easy. and you hated her to her guts for it.

abby did too. she had caved fucking in. she had gone and fucked you. she had promised herself she wouldn’t. ever. you were trouble. you made her feel things she didn’t like to feel. you made her smile when no one else was watching with your little stupidities —she was always staring at you, you just wouldn’t see it—, and made her want to punch herself at the many times you left her awake not being able to take you out of her head.

she could still remember the jealousy of the first years of high school. when cute boys and girls would approach you. she so knew you should be hers. but she was supposed to hate you. she had to. she couldn’t like you. not you. you couldn’t give her butterflies and make her go weak in the knees with just a smile. she wouldn’t have it. wouldn’t accept it.

but you had cracked her. you seem good at it.

the thought of ellie williams in between your legs, her fucking place, had made it impossible to not beg you to come to her. to tell you what she felt. she needed you. and each day, each second was torture. she was meant to break. you had broke her.

with your sweet fucking voice begging for her, your soft moans and your taste. she had tasted heaven. a very dangerous drug. and she couldn’t get addicted.

of course. she had girls asking for one night everywhere, but not even the prettiest one of them all could make her forget about you.

at how beautiful you’d sounded. how good you had taken her cock and made her cum.

she couldn’t ignore you. couldn’t fucking make herself turn to who she was before it all.

your dress was rilling up, soft plush of your thighs showing for her hungry eyes. there was alcohol shining on your lips. and she wanted to lick it off. she was high out of her mind.

but she knew. she knew she couldn’t go another day without it all.

you looked so hot on your tiny dress and high heels, sweat shining on the skin that she had branded before. she wandered if you worn anything underneath. if you’d gone out to try and drip for someone else.

she couldn’t help it. she wasn’t really paying attention to the girl that had been staring and talking to her through the whole night. her eyes were on you, and that fucking girl.

you didn’t knew where your friends were, you didn’t actually care with the buzz in your head and the soft kisses that some girl was leaving on your neck. her hair was soft, short, brown. and her eyes were dark. she was beautiful. and you were desperate. it was easy to fall on her arms with the need to forget abby.

but suddenly. there was that pine scent, and those warm hands gripping your hips. you felt on your back the hum of a harsh “go.” and next thing you knew was that ava was disappearing.

your blood was boiling as you turned around to face anderson. abigail fucking anderson. with her hooded eyes, sharp jaw and big arms. the alcohol was quickly evaporating from your blood. you pushed away. “what the fuck anderson?”

“anderson?” she inquired. “what happened to ‘abby’?” she smirked and you rolled your eyes. “i liked that better.” she leaned in, and you gasped when she got a grip on your hips, pulling you against her. “even more when you were moaning it.” your body shivered at her words, warm on your ear. “who’s the girl, hm?” she inquired, and you scoffed.

“could ask you the same, don’t you think?” she gritted her teeth, and you looked into her eyes. she was staring at the hickeys decorating your neck.

“what? you jealous sweetheart?” she inquired you, and your stomach jumped at the nickname. you could remember her telling you to cum, fucking you harsh and deep. ‘why don’t you come all over my dick, hm? let me see you fall apart.’

your cunt throbbed, and you felt your slick pooling in between your lips. fuck. no. not again.

“i’m not the one coming back to you.” you muttered on her face. and you saw a vein pop on her neck. suddenly, there was a a harsh grip cupping your jaw. she was close. so close you could almost taste the weed off of her lips.

“careful.” she warned, voice low. so low your knees almost wobbled, your throat almost got ripped with a whine.

“or what? you’re gonna beg?” you pushed her. again. just a little further. just a little more. and that’s all she needed to finally do something about it.

the hand on your jaw circled your neck, tugging you against her lips. she groaned on your mouth, and you whimpered, her tongue pushing inside as her fingers left bruises on your hip. the kiss was angry. all teeth and tongue. she felt the same. she still made your hands shake as you pulled on her hair, still made your chest tighten up and your stomach drop.

“fucking brat.” she growled, kissing down your neck, biting over the hickeys glowing on your skin. she needed to put hers over them.

“fucking dick.” you answered.

“yeah, i’m sure you miss mine, huh?” she chuckled on your ear. “fucking you open. you looked so pretty crying on it. so sweet begging…” you moaned, your hips thrusting against hers, feeling the bulge of her strap under the denim.

“shut the fuck up.” you seethed.

“why don’t you make me, pretty girl?”

you did as soon as your mouth was crashing against hers. she grunted, biting down on your lip.

“oh fuck abby.”

“was killing me seeing you with that girl. couldn’t stop thinking about her fucking you like i did, getting the chance to see how good you look when you cum, make you cry…was driving me crazy.” she confessed, making you whimper. “just wanted to come here and fuck you with my fingers. show her and everyone here who you belong to.” you moaned, her teeth nibbling at your neck, her free hand now on stomach, trailing down your stomach. “you’d like that baby?” you nodded. “i beg you would.” you whinedwhen her hand cupped your throbbing and dripping cunt. the distance in between you so little no one could see as she pushed your panties aside, thick fingers spreading your lips and glistening in your arousal. “fuuck. you’re soaked, doll.” she smirked, at the gasp you let out, at the way your thighs clenched. “is it for me?” she inquired and you nodded. “words.”

“yes, abby, fuck…”you sighed, your hips thrusting against her touch.

“upstairs.” she ordered, tugging from your hand and making you whimper when her fingers left you. she was quick to find an empty room on the second floor, pulling you inside and closing the door. it felt like the next breath you took came from her lips. she tasted like weed and alcohol. so sweet and bitter.

“take this off.” you begged, pulling from her black shirt, and she was quick to push it over her head, toned stomach and chest exposed for you to see, her tits perfectly cupped by her sports bra.

“you’re drooling.” she smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“shut up and fuck me.”

“fuck i missed you.” she muttered against your lips, and you whined. “you and that fucking mouth of yours…” her tongue pushed against yours, spit dribbling down your chin as you let her pull from your dress, leaving you in a cute set of lingerie that had her almost falling to her knees.

you were pulling and pushing at each other, ending up on the double bed, your legs at either sides of her thighs, straddling her lap.

her hands where on your hips, her lips on your breasts. you were grinding down against her, looking for some kind of friction, relief.

“wasn’t the other girls enough?” you teased her, although you needed her so bad you were hurting. in answer she pushed down your bra, taking one of your nipples into her mouth as she left a harsh spank on your ass.

“watch your mouth.”

“watch yours. last time it ended on my pussy.”

she scoffed, and now she was pushing your panties aside, fingers meeting the amount of slick that now soaked your cunt. you hissed. “you mean this pussy? the one dripping for me?” all breath got punched out of your lungs when she harshly and suddenly plunged inside two of her fingers, starting to quickly thrust and curl into you, hitting your g spot over and over again. you moaned. “what?” she teasingly asked, looking at the way your mouth hung open and your eyes squeezed shut. “what was that?” she smirked, seeing how easy you became a babbling mess for her. the wet squelches of your pussy filled her ears. you were so tight and so warm inside. “that’s what i thought.” she whispered against your chest, biting and sucking one of your nipples.

“oh fuck abby.” you cried out. you were already so fucking close it was embarrassing, hips thrusting against her fingers so they could reach deeper.

“this is my pussy, not yours. you hear? mine.” she growled, and you moaned. “say it. tell me it’s mine.”

“it’s yours, abby. yours. fuck!”

she cooed. “look at you. what is it, princess? so obedient… got the brat fucked out of you?” you whimpered, feeling your walls fluttering, your g spot being tortured by her thick fingers. “you’re so close already… so close to cumming all over my fingers, aren’t you baby?” you nodded. “come on, be a good girl and give it to me.” you let out this low moan as you followed her words, soaking her fingers in white strings that made her groan. “that’s it. atta girl…” so warm… she fucked you through it, making you make this little choked out sounds that had her soaking her boxers.

you were a mess, all flushed and droopy fucked eyes with glossy bitten lips, watching as she pulled her fingers out and pushed them inside her mouth, humming at the taste. you pulled from her, kissing her, her tongue letting you get a taste of yourself. she turned the two of you around, and one of your hands palmed her strap, making its back bump against her clit and her groan. you kissed her neck, biting and sucking on her skin. “oh fuck.” she sighed, bucking her hips onto your touch.

“abby, fuck me please…” you tugged from her pants, and she nodded —you didn’t need to ask her twice, she was almost panting at the thought of fucking your pussy on her cock—, kissing you as she quickly got rid of her pants and underwear, the strap already on and low on her hips. it was big, and had a lot of ridges. you almost drooled.

she didn’t wait to align herself with your entrance, lubing the tip of the strap with your cum to push inside. your back arched, the sting of her cock stretching you out inch by inch making you let out this beautiful whimper that had abby feeling dizzy. “fuck. pussy taking my cock so good. i’m gonna shape you to my dick. gonna ruin you for anyone else. you’re mine.” she pulled back, your tight walls sucking her in before she would thrust inside up to the hilt, bruising your cervix.

you screamed her name. she was relentless, groaning as the back of the strap would brush against her throbbing clit, her slick making it easy to glide through her puffy folds. you two looked like animals in heat, your hips fucking against her in need for “more, more, more…”

abby groaned, you were basically fucking yourself on her cock. using her to get off. and fuck if that didn’t turn her on.

she took her phone from her pants, the flash of the camera recording making you hum.

“look at you. riding my dick. desperate little thing…” you moaned. she was pointing the camera exactly to where your cunt stretched around the strap, to the mess you were making of her cock and your thighs due to how fucking wet you were. “i should send this to the whole fucking school. make them know who you belong to, hm?” you moaned, the thought of it turning you on so badly you almost came, nodding.

“yes, abby, fuck…”

she groaned. “tell them. tell them who you belong to.” your back arched at the feeling of a light slap against your clit, making you cry out.

“you! you!”

“that’s fucking right. you’re mine.” her thrust became harsher, the sounds of your cunt engulfing her cock making your thighs shake. it was embarrassing, how much you were enjoying this. how badly you needed her. “fucking mine.” your tits were jumping with every thrust of the snap of her hips, your voice breaking at the feeling of the tip bumping against your g spot over and over and over again…

you were a babbling mess, slurring her name. “abby, abby, abby, abby…”

“what is it, baby? gonna cum? gonna be a good girl and cum for mommy?” she smirked, biting down on her lip at the broken whine you let out. “you like that? like to be mommy’s good girl?” you nodded, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when her fingers found your clit. “then cum. cum for mommy.”

you let out a scream, your high hitting you so hard your ears rung. it seemed to never end. it just got bigger and bigger and bigger as you soaked her cock, your moans getting higher as you rode the best orgasm of your fucking life.

“holy fuck.” she threw away her fucking phone. she wasn’t thinking about sending that video. no fucking way. it was for hers to fuck her cunt when she’d get horny. it was hers. you looked so desperate. no one else could see you like this. she wouldn’t let them.

“mommy…!” you whimpered when her thrust only became harder, her hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold that had you begging it would leave marks. she grunted, feeling her high getting closer as well. “too much! it’s too much!” you cried out. you were so sensitive, coming non stop on her dick, your back arched and nipples swollen due to her sucking. you looked so fucking beautiful it hurt.

“take it.” she growled. “stop being a cry baby and fucking take it.” you gasped when one of her hands pushed down on your stomach, on the bulge her cock made. “can you feel it? feel how deep i’m in, baby? how deep i’m fucking you?” you were crying, it was too much. but at the same time not enough. you babbled her name, pushing on her hips. she manhandled you, choking you down onto the mattress. “stay fucking still.” the lack of oxygen and the feeling of her strong warm hand pressing just the right spots made you fall apart.

“abby, i’m gonna…!” you tried to warn her, but before you could, your thighs were quivering and you were screaming as you squirted all over her thighs and strap, soaking the clothes.

“fuuuuck.” she groaned, looking at you fall apart, cumming over and over and over again. your nails dug on her forearms. “gonna cum, baby. gonna fill you up.” she grunted. “gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum. gonna leave you dripping for a fucking week.” she was a babbling mess. she was so close. so fucking close. she could feel it growing on her lower stomach, the back of the strap rubbing against her puffy and swollen clit.

you nodded.

“please. please. cum inside. need it inside.” you pleaded, and that’s what made it for her.

abby soaked the back of her strap with a moan, rocking her hips to help the two of you ride your orgasms in between moans and whimpers.

when it finally was over, after what felt like hours. her hips came to a halt, deep inside your cunt. she was panting on your neck, sweat coating your bodies. you two were speechless. fucked out of your minds.

she kissed you. deep and slow. wet. her tongue was warm and lazy into your mouth.

“i meant it.” she muttered against your lips, looking straight into your droopy teary eyes. “you’re mine.”

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a/n: 🤘🏻

[s-4pphics]

errr hi cont to this or whatever combating my depression with horny crazy lesbians with parental trauma goodbye again

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Guilt festers in Ellie like hornets.

She hardly remembers the last time she’s seen you. The turbulence that roared within you for months had finally reached its peak, and it sent you crashing into a static-filled void — an unsettling tranquility. Whenever she’s home, you don’t say a word to her, fully committed to the bind that reinforces your lack of autonomy. But still, the house stays clean, dinner stays served, and Ellie stays guilty.

She can’t pinpoint for what exactly — her aggression towards you throughout your marriage, her ignorance to your suffering, for leaving you alone to wilt while she goes and lives her life like you don’t exist, like the weight of the band on her finger doesn’t snare whenever they dig inside someone else.

Divorce. Divorce…

If it ever occurs, both families will bury you, then Ellie, then each other, only leaving behind wasteful bundles of inheritance and homes with no name. But death… It has to be better than this crushing burden in her stomach. It has to be.

There’s water running. Right above where Ellie sits on the couch with a bouncing knee, fiddling with her wedding ring. Her heart thumps in her chest when the rush stops. You must be in the bath.

The thought should make Ellie flush and stutter; the image of her beloved wife bare and surrounded by bubbles from the neck down, scented with lavender and incense, soft as ever.

But she can only see you drowning. Breathing water into your lungs as you fight against your own will to survive. Your screams are loud beneath suffocation, battered as you…

Call out to her—

“Ellie.”

She flinches at your presence from behind, heart racing at the sight of you in your robe and dripping hair, somehow disheveled despite your cleanliness. Ellie swallows dryly when water drips down your neck and seeps into your gown’s collar. The tie is synched around your waist and your breasts are pushed together from its tightness and Ellie’s lost her mind because she shouldn’t be gawking like this. Her eyes fly back to the vacant windows that bring such torture.

“I ran your bath.”

You turn to leave without another glance, already up three— five steps before Ellie mutters,

“Thank you.”

She sees your shoulders stiffen, and she shifts uncomfortably where she sits. It might be the first time you’ve heard any verbal appreciation from her. From anyone, matter of fact. Ellie’s heart thrashes in her chest at the look you give over your shoulder: confused… and so, so tired. The emptiness within them sends her stomach into knots, churning up that treacherous feeling that makes her ill whenever she really looks at you.

But then you smile, soft lips curled around pearly teeth. Dark. Empty.

“Anything for my wife.”

The term of endearment is poisonous on your tongue. Small hairs on Ellie’s arms are upright and thrum with fear and embarrassment and… shockingly enough, something else. Something dirty and thoughtless. It’s the maroon robe. It has to be.

“Should I prep you for the bath, as well?”

Your tone is hateful. Mockingly so. Why does Ellie’s face burn? Why do her nails dig into the cushion beneath her? Why is her breathing so shaky? Why is her body so hot? Because of you, of all people, and you’ve barely spoken to each other. You hate her and she hates you so why why why.

Disgusted eyes rake over Ellie’s squirming form, and a smirk grows on your face.

“I’ll be upstairs.” Voice soft as a feather, but your feet are weighted with each stomp up the stairs.

Ellie can’t halt her fear for what waits for her in your bedroom. Fear has never made her thighs rub together this much.

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Ellie’s in a fever dream.

You put something in her wine from earlier. She’s knocked out cold and this is all a fucked up, sadistic nightmare. The lavender scent that floats through the marble bathroom isn’t real, the candles that burn with cinnamon aren’t real, the last sizzles from the bathbomb melting into the water isn’t real, your hands aren’t… She can’t feel them. They’re definitely not real. Not where they gently massage her shoulders.

But they are. How fucked up is Ellie. It’s been all of two minutes and she’s already memorized your fingerprints through her button up. Nothing but guilt, guilt, guilt and fear and arousal that makes her more guilty. What sick game are you playing at. You’re so fucking sick.

“You’re so tense, wife… You really needed this bath, huh?”

Your nails sink into her shoulders and Ellie can almost feel your venom eating away at her bloodstream. Her toenails scrap against the tile through her socks. She won’t stop fiddling with her wedding ring. A sign of guilt. An act of nerves.

Your hands drag from her neck to her collarbones and she shivers whenever your nails rake through her. They reach the top button of her shirt. Each pop of a button sends aggressive rattles to Ellie’s ribcage.

Before your meddling fingers stop.

Her flushed chest rises with rapid breaths. Your eyes sear and they’re electric. Ellie’s heart stops when she realizes where your attention is.

A blotchy, ruby-red bruise sits right in between her breasts. The bite glows blue where it fades. It taunts you. Ellie can see it where your jaw clenches. Guilt guilt guilt guilt—

“Who gave you that?”

You sound so innocent. Her anxiety will peak in an instant.

“No one.”

Ellie gasps sharply when buttons clatter to the floor, angered hands ripping open her shirt, prying the fabric from her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. She’s stiff as a board, unable to move, forbidding to combat your aggression. Why does she allow you to take?

“Who gave that to you?” You grit before reaching for her Louis Vuitton belt, pulling it from the loops and throwing it behind you. “Huh? A friend of mine? A family member? Someone I know?”

You smile like it excites you to know who wrecked your home. Who your wife abandoned you for, all for a fix — to exist outside of her body and not think about the world she despises. Ellie shakes her head. Why does she wish to appease you all of a sudden? She’s never cared; never hesitated to flaunt her lechery to you in the late hours of the night. Why now?

“How long ago? How gorgeous was she? Did she give you everything you desired—“

“Stop—“

“Maybe you should invite her over,” You suggest painfully, seductively while you treat her slacks with the same violence, “I’m sure our parents wouldn’t mind a third. More money, right? She’s rich, isn’t she?”

Your suggestion sends knives into her throat. Her hands clamp down onto your arms to get you off. To pull you closer. Fuck, fuck —

“Bring all your whores here, matter of fact!” You screech and fight against Ellie’s grip on your wrists. “I’ll let them fuck me with you if you want! I’m sure it’d please you, wife—“

Ellie nearly vomits when slick drips from her at the imagery; you completely engulfed by the pleasure you deserve for being such a good wife, fucked to peak after peak. Hands all over you, bruised to hell, stress-free. She’d give you that. Only she could give you that. No one else, fuck, just her—

She uses all her strength to shove you into the wall near the sink, ripping your hands from her pants and shoving them behind you, holding you still as you thrash and shout obscenities.

Her heart breaks when you release the loudest sobs she’s ever heard from you, and all she can do is apologize. Whisper calming words against your wet cheeks.

“Look at me, look at me, fuck, m’sorry—“

“Why me! What d-did I do to deserve this! Why — why —“

“I know, I’m sorry, I know I know—“

Ellie blows cool air all over your cheeks. Gentle brushes of wind that ice your boiling skin before your hollers turn to devastated whimpers. She watches you self-soothe, blows more air on your face, redirects your attention onto her.

“Look at me.” She says into your skin.

You whimper and shake your head, eyes downcast at her feet.

“Can you do that for me so we can talk?”

“I don’t wanna fucking talk to you.”

Ellie huffs a laugh at your insolence, “Fair, but I need you to calm down. Can we agree on that?”

“I didn’t drown you. That’s as calm as you’re gonna get.”

Ellie smiles sadly, “Also fair.”

“You’re fucking dead to me.”

“… Potty mouth.”

Ellie loosens her grip on your wrists when you shove her off you, head plopping onto the wall as you gaze at her, eyes filled with rage and possessiveness and lust. For once, your eyes mirror hers.

Your robe isn’t as tight after your fighting, a glimpse of a nipple peeking beneath the deep red cloth. She shouldn’t look, not when you're this vulnerable and hurt, but she can’t help it. She can’t explain it, but she wants you to see how hungry she is for you. So much guilt.

She doesn’t know how to love, to be kind, to dote like a wife should. She can’t do that with you. But she stares, gazes at you with territory. What she’d give to be all over you.

Her ogling pauses when you laugh to yourself, cheeks still glistening under the candlelight. Ellie frowns despite the butterflies in her stomach.

“You’re crazy.”

You don’t adjust your scattered dress, pushing yourself off the wall and into Ellie’s chest. You invade her senses like she wants; her body aches and shakes when your breasts touch hers. She can smell you. All you have to do is inch closer. Your noses almost touch. She just needs a bit more from you and you’ll have her. All to yours—

“Enjoy your bath…”

Your lips tickle hers,

“Ellie.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip when you vanish into the bedroom. She's never climbed in there with you, but she just might.

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Ellie didn’t believe you when you said she was dead in your eyes, but now, she realizes you might’ve actually meant it. She assumed you to be a vessel of patriarchy, of status, of everything she loathes, but you’re unraveling before her eyes, inklings of your true self seeping through the cracks of your parents’ mold.

You might be just as vile as she is. You might even have her beat. You do want her dead.

What else can she think as she sinks lower into her bath to hide her shock, eyes glued to the glass dildo that still drips with your slick at the edge of the tub? Right next to your wedding ring.

How nasty would she be to use your cum as lube while she fucks herself in the shower? How gross would you be if you awoke from your slumber to watch her get off to you?

… Come to think of it, you both never consummated your marriage.

You deserve to wake up to something nice.

[hellothereobiwankenobi]

yellow ribbon on the door | chapter three

⟢ summary: You are questioning the dynamic between you and Joel, when he suddenly shows up to the flower shop. Again.

⟢ pairing: joel miller x afab!reader (femme but not descriptive as to actual features)

⟢ wc: 2.7k

⟢ tags: no outbreak au, flower shop au, angst, idiots in love, small age gap ( joel is 35 and reader is 29 about to be 30), trauma related to the loss of a love one, operation desert storm mentioned, reader is a single mother to ellie, no beta reader we die like men

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Joel lets Tommy get him obscenely drunk that night. He had accepted the pounding headache he would have the following morning as his penance for how he had treated you. Every sharp look, every clipped response, everytime he had denied your kindness ran through his head like a movie. Joel had been cruel to you in an effort to disguise the emotions he had been trying to repress since your first meeting. The shame and anger he had for himself as he developed feelings for his younger brother’s girlfriend being projected onto you.

But if you weren’t really Tommy’s girlfriend… Joel was just a dick.

The two stay until closing and stumble down the two streets to the elder's house. By the time they enter the home, Sarah has been asleep for hours. Both brothers struggle up the stairs and separate into their respective bedrooms. Tommy in the guest room, and Joel in the master.

Joel tosses and turns until sunrise. Every time he closes his eyes, his tortured mind finally allowing him to find sleep, he sees snapshots of your brokenhearted expression from that morning. He screwed up, and he knew it.

Joel wakes with a start at a loud banging on his door.

“Alarm!” Sarah shouts through the thin barrier separating the bedroom from the hallway. Joel turns his head and sees the digital clock on his nightstand reads 6:30 AM. He slams a fist down on the snooze button, silencing the screeching alarm, and buries his face back into the pillows.

Joel can smell bacon sizzling on the stove as he eventually makes his way downstairs. He squints, trying to block out the golden morning light flooding in from the kitchen window.

Tommy alternates his attention between two frying pans before him, cheerfully pushing around bacon and eggs in each “Mornin’, sunshine.”

Joel can only grunt as he opens the cabinet housing his assorted collection of coffee mugs. His fingers wrap around the ceramic handle of a canary-colored one, and he brings it to rest on the counter. Joel fills his mug from the freshly brewed coffee pot. He can’t understand how Tommy could be so chipper after the night they had, and so few hours of sleep.

“You’re all outta pancake mix. Was lookin’ forward to havin’ a stack this morning.” Tommy takes three plates from the cabinet and sets them on the circular dining table opposite the kitchen.

“You can always sleep at your own place next time.” Joel glares at his brother half-heartedly, bringing the mug to his lips. He savors that first sip as if it could make everything from the last twenty-four hours better.

“And miss the look on that beautiful face first thing in the mornin’?” Tommy flashes Joel the same devious smile he’s had since they were boys, grabbing the frying pans and bringing them to the table. He places equal portions of bacon and eggs on each plate. “Nah, I’m fine right here.”

Joel didn’t have the energy to go back and forth with Tommy this morning. No amount of coffee could stop the hangover rattling his skull and the guilt pulling tight in his chest from draining all his energy. “What am I gonna do?”

Tommy knew he wasn’t referring to the hangover. He calls up the stairs to Sarah before turning back to the older man. “Don't know, big brother. But it sure is gonna be fun to watch.”

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That following weekend, the smell of blueberry scones fills the air of your single-story, ranch-style home. You stand in your kitchen, hip leaning against the white tile countertop, drinking your third cup of coffee this morning. You had woken up before sunrise to prepare for today.

It is your turn to host the Gold Star Widows of Austin bimonthly brunch. Three quiches in wide glass baking dishes, a rectangular fruit platter, large serving trays stacked with pillowy crepes, crunchy bacon, scrambled eggs, pitchers of juice for the children, and sangria for the adults cover every horizontal surface in the kitchen.

In about an hour, the members of Austin's GSW chapter and more children than you can count would be packed, shoulder to shoulder, in your modest three-bedroom. You had helped the other spouses host in the past, but this was the first time you held your own. It quickly spiraled into more work than you had anticipated. Thankfully, you have backup of your own.

After you had learned your husband had been killed in action, the Army provided you with several resources to help you transition through the mourning process. One of these resources was a local support group for grieving widows of U.S. servicemen and women. Daniella Harris had been the first friend you made while attending meetings.

Dani had a natural sense of confidence—the kind you had to be born with. She was unapologetically herself. You admired her straightforwardness, honesty, and lack of fear for speaking her mind. Despite all the darkness losing the love of your life brings, she never let it consume her.

Dani watches your hands as you bring the coffee mug to your lips.

"Heaven above, how long has it been since you had a fill?" Of course, she noticed the sizable gap between your acrylic nails and cuticles.

Dani had been working as a nail technician since she was in high school. While her husband was on his first deployment in Iran, she had opened a small home studio in her spare bedroom. Over many months, she gained a small following in the Austin area. "I'm puttin’ you on my books for next week. Sure I got an openin’ somewhere."

"I'm working every day at the shop. Wedding season is almost over, and I need to squeeze in as many orders before things slow down in the Fall." You curl your fingers and stare down at your nails. "Even if I did have some time off, I don't have anyone to watch Ellie."

Dani grabs one of the large serving dishes from the counter with both hands and carries it to the dining room. She calls over her shoulder, "What about that handsome handyman you been seein’?"

"Dani, don't be gross. You know me and Tommy are just friends." You scrunch up your nose and set down your coffee mug. Grabbing a tray, you follow after her. "And last time he watched Ellie, she came home with a new favorite four-lettered word."

Tommy had come back into your life after your husband's funeral. The two men had lost touch over the years, but you had heard countless stories about the bond they formed in Kuwait. You felt it was only right to invite him to the memorial service.

"Oh, not him." She shakes her head, flashing a teasing smile. "The other handsome handyman in your life."

You realize she's referring to Joel. You could count on one hand how many times you had brought him up in conversation. The most you had told Dani about him was that he's Tommy's brother, he is a single father of a teenage daughter, and he acts as though being in the same room as you causes him physical pain.

That is, until about a month ago. After putting Ellie to bed, the two of you were sitting on your couch enjoying one too many glasses of sweet red wine. In your alcohol-induced haze, you had confessed to suppressing a primal urge to rip Joel's clothes off and fuck him until neither of you could walk straight the following day.

"Oh, the asshole." You were failing to hold back a sneer. The memory of your last interaction flashes in your mind. You had mistakenly thought Joel was finally warming up to you. Instead, he left you standing on the curb in front of your flower shop, feeling like a fool.

When Tommy had first told you about his brother, you were excited to meet him. He had explained Joel was on the quiet side, which some people can find a bit off-putting. Behind the stoic facade, he was a big softie. He was protective, dependable, and had a type of southern charm only men from Texas had. You had hoped to befriend him as he understood what it is like to raise a daughter alone. The way Tommy spoke about his brother made him seem like a kind man who was trying his best. The image you had made of Joel in your mind was nothing like the man you met.

"Still that bad?" She offers you a sympathetic look.

"I just don't understand him." Crossing your arms over your chest, you let out a long sigh. "He refused to even look at me at his daughter's birthday party but shows up two days later to fix something in the shop. Then, as soon as he's done, he acts like he can't leave fast enough."

The corner of Dani's mouth curl upward "Sounding like a hate fuck waitin’ to happen."

"Trust me, there is no chance." You immediately shut the thought down. "Not with him."

A twisted pang of guilt hits you dead center in the chest. "Not with anyone. Not yet, at least."

Dani closes the gap between you and gently squeezes your upper arm. "You're allowed to be happy. Movin’ forward with your life don’t mean you love him any less."

Dani understood the mix of complex emotions you were experiencing better than anyone else. She had lost her own husband, Staff Sergeant Kenneth Harris, in 2001.

Whenever you thought you were ready to start dating again, a wild vine of shame would wrap around your heart and squeeze. Why do you get a second chance at love when your husband would never have the same opportunity? You don't believe you deserve the happiness moving on would give you. You told yourself you certainly don't deserve all the compassion the other widows have shown you.

Not after what you did.

Tears well up along your waterline, threatening to spill onto your cheeks. Dani pulls you in for a warm hug, stroking your back. You wrap the gesture and force the nausea-inducing guilt that plagued you to the back of your mind. The two of you stay like this for a long moment.

The timer on the stove announces that the scones are ready to leave the oven.

"I'll grab them." Dani pulls away first. "Go clean yourself up. You know how us Texans are about lookin’ presentable."

Entering the master bedroom, you see your reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. You are quite the sight. A streak of flour runs across your cheek, and your eyes are red and puffy. You splash cold water on your face, washing away any evidence of your labors, and calming the crimson encircling your eyes.

Taking a deep, centering breath, you reach for your teak wood jewelry box. Pulling the lid back, your eyes focus on what you are searching for: a modest, single-diamond engagement ring and matching yellow gold band. You pull the set out and slide them on your left ring finger. Even when your husband was alive, you rarely wore them. When asked, you would explain you were afraid to lose them in the garden or drop them down the drain while doing dishes. You always believe love shouldn't be proven by wearing jewelry but by your actions toward those you care for. You only wear them now around the other widows, who all still wear their own.

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The replacement copper pipe for your A/C unit arrives Wednesday evening of the following week. On Thursday morning, Joel is stepping into your shop, carrying his navy tool bag. You're helping a young couple, allowing them to mix and match different peony colors for the centerpieces of their wedding reception.

The silver bell above the door chimes, bringing your attention to the entrance. Your friendly smile falters momentarily when you see it is Joel. Your expression returns to normal as you turn back to the couple. "I'll be right back. If you'd like, you can look at the vase options in here." You lay your hand on a white three-ring binder next to the register.

Walking over to where Joel is standing, you offer him a stilted "Good morning."

You're wearing the same floral sundress from Sarah's party paired with your sunshine yellow apron.

"The part came in." Joel holds up the hand holding the little copper pipe as though showing it to you was enough to explain his reasoning for being here.

"Uh huh," You nod your head slowly. That still didn't explain why it's Joel who's here. Your last exchange made it pretty clear to you that he had no interest in coming back.

"Can I—" he gestures to the door separating the storage room from the main storefront.

Stepping to the side, you allow him to move past you and enter the backroom. Joel grabs the handle of the walk-in cooler and gives it a good tug. Nothing happens. He pulls again, and still nothing. He tries for a third time, and the latch finally clicks open.

As he enters the cooler, a panicked thought enters his mind. What would happen if you were here alone and the door accidentally closed behind you? What if you can't get the door open? You’re trapped inside, at the mercy of a faulty door handle. No one would know you were back here. The linen sundresses you are so fond of are fit for the Texas sun, not a 35-degree refrigerator. He sees flashes of you running your hands up and down your bare upper arms, desperately trying to stay warm as hypothermia slowly sets in.

He couldn't have that.

Joel sets down his tools and returns to his truck to retrieve his ladder. He flips the shut-off switch on the cooler's outer wall and gets to work.

It only takes Joel a few minutes to install the new coolant pipe and restart the A/C unit. After he is satisfied with his work on the walk-in, he turns his attention to the faulty handle. He's able to disassemble it and find the issue. A tiny metal spring housed in the locking mechanism is bent to an awkward angle. Pulling his smallest pair of needle nose pliers, he meticulously bends the spring back into place before reassembling the handle.

When Joel returns from the backroom, the young couple has left, leaving the two of you alone.

"All done?" You don't bring your eyes to meet him as you dust around a shelf of leafy house plants.

"Yeah." Joel nods his head once, "All done."

In the past, on the rare instances Joel decides to grant you a word, he would stare disinterestedly at something across the room. But this time, he hasn't taken his eyes off of you. Now, it’s you refusing to meet his gaze. A painful ache grows in his chest as he mentally begs you for just one look.

A long silence hangs between the two of you. It's him that breaks it.

"That coffee shop still there?" He has to stop himself from recoiling at his own question. That was probably the dumbest thing he had ever asked. Of course, it was still there. It's not as though they had packed up and moved in the past ten days.

"Could use a cup right 'bout now." Joel adds, "My treat."

Your surprise at the offer finally breaks your gaze from the task before you and to Joel. Your eyes search his face for any reason why he would say that. All you found was a look of tortured sincerity in his brown eyes.

You have to look away. The feeling manifesting in your chest at that sight was threatening to overwhelm you. Crossing your arms over your chest, trying to find comfort, you tell him, "Maybe another time. I have a lot of orders to prepare for this afternoon."

"Oh," He breathes. He isn't sure what he was expecting your answer to be, but it wasn't this.

Remorse claws painfully at your ribcage. He was finally trying to be civil, but all you could think of was the memory of his tail lights leaving you alone on the street. "Is there anything?"

"No, ma'am." Joel gives you a polite nod of his head before exiting the store.

You take a moment to catch your breath. You decide it's best not to dwell on whatever just happened between the two of you. Entering the backroom, intending to get back to work. Pulling on the walk-in cooler's handle, the door opens on the first try.

Oh.

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⟢ authors notes: I know I say this every time, but I want to give a big thank you to everyone who has read and interacted with the story so far. I can't overstate how much each reblog, like, and comment means to me.

I originally wasn't going to write the first Joel/Tommy scene, but I felt the chapter needed something else. Also, with Reader going through it, I figured we could all use a silly little scene our two favorite brothers. I felt so bad for breaking Joel's heart like that. He's a sweet little puppy, but he needs to put the work in to win over out dear Reader.

I have a number of future scenes written, including the first to smutty scene. I am just adding the in between parts. I am also cooking up an unrelated Old Man! Joel one-shot, but YRotD is my main priority.

Lastly, I have had a couple lovely users who requested to be tagged as the story updates. If you would like to be add to the tag list, please comment or inbox me.

⟢ tag list: @koshkaj-blog @orcasoul @damneddamsy @legoemma

[les4elliewilliams]

If you don’t mind can you please do Ellie x black reader who takes her to the hair store?

IMSOSOSOSORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT HERE IT IS :3 i added a little extra because its such a cute idea and we all need to touch grass and more ellie fluff sooo!! (sorry if its shit :p)

◌ warnings... none??? cutie patootie gaymer ellie, that's it, that's the warning.

౨ৎ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ellie x black reader .ᐟ

Ellie loves your hair. Like, she’s obsessed with it. But just because she’s your girlfriend of four years doesn’t mean she’s allowed to touch it. No matter what you two are doing. Kissing? You had to swat her hand away as she sneakily tried to tangle her slender fingers in your coiled hair. Going down on her? You’d push her hand away before she could even think about ruining the curls you spent hours perfecting the day before.

When you first started dating, she took you to the store after your car broke down. You’d desperately begged her to take you—not that you really had to beg—Ellie loved spending time with you.

Barely two minutes in the store, and you were already out of sight.

“Okay, babe, what did you say we—” the auburnette started, but when she looked around, she realized you were no longer by her side. After wandering around like a lost soul for a few minutes, she finally found you scanning the shelves for your favorite products.

“There you are.”

“Needed to get conditioner, and—” Your eyes darted across the aisle, searching for that one product in particular.

“Alright, do your thing. I’m gonna take a look around.” she walked off, running her fingers along the shelves, touching everything she saw. It got to the point where even the cashier started eyeing her like she was about to steal something—redhead behavior.

When it was your turn to search for her lost ass, you surprisingly found her by the hair products as well—maybe it was your dedication to hair care that made her want to try something new with hers and take better care of it.

“El, you done?” Her head snapped up immediately, and she put the bottle down but kept the other one lazily trapped under her arm.

She glanced at the shampoo she’d chosen, then back at you. “Yeah, I’m done.”

You stood there, barely managing to keep all the products you’d gathered from falling—you didn't know why you hadn’t grabbed a basket, it would’ve made your life so much easier—and then there was her, standing there with a 2-in-1 shampoo...

Despite you being the one with way more in your arms, Ellie still insisted on paying for everything. She's a gentleman like that.

You’d been educating Ellie on your hair ever since you first started dating, and she even watched videos to help you out whenever you stood in front of the mirror, cussing everything out because your stubborn curls simply decided not to cooperate that day.

She even went out of her way to do her research on which shampoo, conditioner, oil, and styling products were best. She bought them for you and kept them in her bathroom for whenever you stayed over and had to wash your hair. She wanted to have everything you needed. From hair care products to basic skincare stuff—and by that, I mean makeup remover. The first few times you spent the night there, you nearly ripped your hair out when she told you she had no makeup remover. Not even a fucking cleanser, just regular soap. Your only options were to use baby wipes or wash your face until the soap melted off your lash glue and mascara. It was pure torture.

But she got better, luckily.

Face cleansers, La Roche-Posay moisturizers, hair products, body lotions—Ellie practically spent a fortune on it all. And it was all for you because she loved you that much.

The first time you found all this stuff at her place, you lost it. Your brain jumped straight to one conclusion: she was cheating on you. Cause why the fuck would Ellie Williams own all this stuff? She never had before, so where was it coming from?

You went off on her immediately, accusing her of having other hoes while she was playing a game with Jesse—who heard everything.

She had to quit mid-game and pull up her Amazon orders to calm you down. Drama queen much? Ellie liked ’em a little crazy, as she always said, so she didn’t mind.

Recently you’d seen this salon on TikTok that looked like the go-to place for curly hair. The videos were mostly about girls with different curl patterns, textures, and lengths—basically a curly hair paradise.

Only one little problem… it was two hours away from where you lived. Eventually, your sweet girlfriend got tired of your constant yapping about it and decided to do something about it.

The salon wasn’t just far—it was popular, too. People came from all over to get their hair done, just like you were about to. Ellie, being the amazing girlfriend she is, somehow managed to book you an appointment that fit into your ridiculously busy schedule.

Between one game and another, the auburnette kept her phone on her black desk, just within reach. Every time she finished a round of COD, she’d check her phone, obsessively refreshing the booking page over and over. This went on for a whole week before she finally snagged you an appointment.

And that wasn’t all—she drove you there, two and a half hours round trip. By the time you got there, her ass was so sore she couldn’t even sit in the waiting area. Instead, she restlessly stood the whole time, sipping on a juice box one of the hairstylists handed her after hearing how far she’d driven to surprise you.

She stood there like a nosy toddler the entire time, either munching on something or hovering close enough that you could see her reflection in the mirror.

And honestly? She was more anxious about your hair than you had ever been in your life.

“Don’t cut it.”

“No, no—dude, that’s too much!”

“You sure that won’t damage her hair?”

Your poor hairstylist was about this close to losing it with her. But when your hair was done, Ellie just stood there, staring at you with wide eyes, totally speechless and blushing like the awkward loser she was.

Of course, she ended up paying for it—after putting up a bit of a fight.

“How much is it?” she asked the girl behind the counter, both of you already reaching for your wallets.

“$280.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m paying,” Ellie said, her voice firm as she shot you the look.

“Ellie, just wait outside,” you rolled your eyes, trying to brush her off, quickly pulling out your wallet. But she was faster—nearly slamming her card down on the marble counter.

“No, you wait outside,” she echoed your words back at you, swiping her card while the girl at the counter giggled at her antics.

“Fine.”