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can you write something about reader and ellie being in a new relationship! they’ve only had sex a few times and in this particular instance, ellie finds out reader has a praise kink. soft dom!ellie pls<3333

MEOWWWWWW this 😭 is 😭 the cutest 😭 idea 😭 ever 😭😭😭 softdom!ellie my favouritest ever. you will almost always find me writing softdom!ellie. um also this ended up being way longer than i intended! so... this was meant to be like, a blurb. a few paragraphs. it's over 900 words. yeah

cw: softdom!ellie, sub!reader, oral (r!receiving), finger sucking, overstim, looooots of sappy praise !!

　　　　　mdni  ,  nsfw  under  the  cut  ౨ৎ

"shh shh shh."

soft coos echo in the room, ellie trailing tender kisses up your stomach. the love is so fresh that the two of you can't help but be a little shy still, though, you more than ellie. the girl was glad to get her hands on you the very first time you'd let her. 

weeks later and she's just as enthusiastic, though reminding herself to steer things slower and gentler. you're still learning so much about each other, like what sets or ruins a mood, what's strange but stimulating, and especially for ellie – she's paying close attention to learning just how much you can take.

slicked fingers prod at your lips and without a second thought you part them. the fingers flatten on your tongue, and ellie's lips curl upwards when you accept it with a pleased hum.

"you can taste yourself, can't you?" she whispers, nipping at the skin of your jawline. the room's almost dead silent, aside from honeyed words and the lewd sounds of you sucking her fingers. "doesn't it taste good, babe? uh-huh… i know."

eager with her hands, ellie's had no issue with the physical aspect of sex. but this is the first time she's been so verbal in the moment, and she's already picking up on the difference it's making. what an effect it's having. and all it does is go straight to her head. a steep boost to that ego of hers, which to be fair, could use one.

ellie slides her fingers out of your lips and chuckles to herself, smearing spit over them, thinking about how pliable and docile you are three orgasms deep into her bed.

"just gotta have a taste," she murmurs, so close to your ear that you can feel her breath fan against you. it's so warm, as is the rest of the room, the scent of sex ruminating in the air. she dips down, resting back between your legs.

she's so focused until your hand paws at her head, taking grip of her hair, and you mumble the tiniest, "too sensitive, don't think it's a good idea, so–"

"oh, no baby, you can take it," ellie encourages, a less cocky and more reassuring smile left on her face now. "you're so good at taking what i give you, i think you can handle this. just one more for me, yeah?"

holy shit. the reassurance has such an effect– you feel it hard as you attempt to let go and let ellie continue. she pays no mind at first, hands languidly pushing apart your thighs, handfuls squishing at your skin. and yet your mind is still lost over her words. she's been borderline worshipping you all night and yet you're beginning to realise that what is setting tonight apart from all the others is her being so verbose. the praising of your body and your submission – the voice in which she says it and you can tell she means it.

first, she tucks that one temperamental strand of hair back behind her ear, and then she licks a tentative stripe down your soaked pussy. 

before your shaking hand takes leisure in ellie's hair – which she knows would end in fruitless tugging – she catches your hand in hers. "that's it, pretty girl. mmh, i know it's so intense, but you're gonna lay here and take it all, ain't that right?"

you nod so fervently, squeezing ellie's hand. she's definitely been beginning to notice this sudden affinity for her praises. it's amusing, yet at the same time, so rousing. 

a soft kiss against your clit has you bucking your hips closer, yet your hips want to wriggle away. you can't tell what you even want. but that's okay, isn't it? ellie's already decided for you.

thumbing at your clit now, ellie gives you a wide grin, watching you struggle and writhe. "oh, is that too much?" she watches you shake your head, admiring the look of sweet determination on your face. "no? good girl."

she all but dives into your cunt, lapping and sucking your cum like she's starving. she won't stop until you've covered her face in it. she's making careful, very intentional use of words now– rasping them against your hot skin so that you truly, physically feel her praise. feeling your hand squeeze hers so tight eggs her on, her eyes boring into your own. ellie watches you try at anything to ease the overstimulation, your free hand grasping and squeezing your tit. she listens to your mewls and moans over the sounds of her slurping your pussy.

"that's it, baby," ellie coos, "i know, i know. you're being so fuckin' good for me."

"ellie," you sigh, she can see it clearly, how fast your breathing picks up and how your legs threaten closure around her head. "ellie, oh, oh my god."

"you taste too sweet, baby," ellie muses, watching it all go right to your head. the way your eyelids droop, you're close. 

this has been her greatest bedroom discovery yet. with you teetering on the edge of orgasm, she makes her next words count, her voice reverberating against you. "be a good girl now, cum for me."

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hlllo can you pleas do football!ellie ina rush and really needing her sport shirt that reader is wearing, but since reader is so unbothered to change she takes it off right there n it gets ellie thinking if she should even go!!!!!! maybe a little smutty smut ‼️‼️inluv with yur writinggg

hi baby yes i can thank you for the request sweet girl. sorry this took a little while i appreciate your patience. also yes i know i said i was going on a break yesterday and then proceeded to bang out this entire thing, my bipolar ass got bored. enjoy! <3

“BABE?”

“BAAAABE?” ellie calls louder as you hear her stumbling through your shared apartment, clearly in a rush.

“babe, have you seen my-oh there it is,” she swings into the room abruptly, stopping in her tracks when she sees her much needed football jersey, adorned by yours truly.

“hey els, what’s up?” you ask, propping yourself up on the bed, and shooting her a look so sickly sweet, savage starlight comic in hand.

ellie’s existence can be found in all aspects of you at the moment, from the clothes you’ve “borrowed” and your choice of fine literature, to the purpled bruises littering your jaw and collarbone.

ellie can’t help but let her buzzing pre-game thoughts slow at the sight of you, and fester around thinking mine, mine, mine.

“hey pretty girl, i just really need my jersey for practice. do you mind changing, pretty please? i’m late,” she says softly, leaning over the mattress to press a warm kiss against your forehead.

“aw, fine, i’ll just wear nothing then,” you joke, reaching over your head to pull off the top in one swift move, revealing your bare chest with marks to match your neck.

you watch knowingly as ellie quite literally shutters: caught up in the sight of what’s literally a physical manifestation of the guilty pleasure that is her possessiveness.

—and you revel in the power trip that this is. because how is it that mere nakedness, something that’s more you than anything else you could put on your skin, is enough to make ellie fucking williams crumble.

and so all you do is smirk when, without sparing even a glance away, ellie tosses the held-out jersey lazily over one shoulder and leans in to indulge herself with another kiss; this time a proper, messy one on your parted lips.

“on second thought,” she says, in between breaths, before diving down to swirl her tongue around your hardened nipples, greedily sucking and licking at them like your own fucking baby.

you’re nothing but powerless to her hypnotic ministrations, as much of a fool for her as she is for you, letting low moans out freely from the back of your throat.

moving back up to kiss you like she wants to consume your sounds, the aggressiveness of ellie’s actions leave you nowhere to go but fall backwards onto the bed, chest pressing up to brush your pointed nipples lush against ellie’s chest.

“fuck, baby,” she rasps into your mouth, slipping her hand between the two of you to knead at your breast, calloused fingers thumbing over your nipples. she watches in awe as you shudder at the sensation, hooded eyes begging for more.

“fuckin’ tease,” she mumbles with a smile, mouthing over her previously left bruises with a hot, flat-tongued lick. feeling the vibrations on your throat as you laugh at her, she gently nips at your skin, letting out a laugh of her own as she feigns annoyance.

“shut up,” she chuckles, suffocating your laughs with the press of her mouth, continuing to make out with you in the delicious way that it is to make out with her.

ellie pries a knee between your squeezed thighs, nudging it upwards in such kind offerance to your burning heat— to which you take, hips immediately grinding up in desperation.

but just as quickly as it was given to you is it taken away.

ellie sits up with a jolt, mussing with your hair as she replaces her shirt with the jersey hurriedly. she stumbles towards the door with a guilty look in her eyes, pausing only to ramble, “coach is gonna kill me, sorry babe. that’s what you get for being such a tease! i’ll make it up to you, you fuckin’ minx. i love you!" before sprinting out the door, shoelaces undone.

you lay there, frozen and topless with your panties soaked, and you curse ellie out, that little bitch.

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hi my sweet girls. just wanted to give a heads up to some of the anon requesters that i am getting to them— i promise, but am going on a small break for the week.

some regulus black type shit going on rn and i’m genuinely losing it. i love you angels so much and you all are very darling to me.

posts coming soon for my horny babies, swear. <33

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please oh my god i just need to put it out here. i am so fucking down bad for unsuspectingly submissive women. like don’t get me wrong, i’m down bad for ALL WOMEN of ALL KINDS. but holy fucking shit. yes i want you to whimper and whine like a bitch in heat under me. i’d like nothing more. now here’s ellie williams!! because the fucking scrunch in her eyebrows (3rd pic) just makes me want to devour her. and her fucking eyes. she looks so like idk like caught. it’s so cute i need her badd.

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hiiii its you know whooo, some reader x ellie arms and hands worship would make me sooooo weak. imagining those fingers in my mouth drives me wild🤭

hi you know whooo 😚 yes i absolutely can… i’m losing it just thinking about this while writing. have fun with this one ;) hoping to drive ya wild

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ellie tightened her arm around your waist, biceps flexing as she muttered, “stop moving,” under her breath.

you traced your finger down her arm, admiring the way you could just barely wrap your hand around half of it, squeezing and groaning silently at how rock solid it felt.

you were seated in ellie’s lap, facing her, lips tracing gently over her pulse point as she worked away busily at some astrophysics assignment. such a nerd.

you couldn’t help the way wetness pooled in your panties after straddling her for so long. ellie’s scrunch between her eyebrows reminded you too much of the way she looked when she came hard on your tongue, or when she was thrusting deep into you— splitting you wide open against the mattress.

her strong arm pressing you closer to her large(er— we know ellie’s not massive, but for the sake of this she’s more built than you.) frame overwhelmed your senses with the delirium of possession, just knowing that you were hers, and you found yourself lost in a trance as you watched her hand continue to scribble down various numbers and symbols.

ellie’s long, calloused fingers shifted as she worked; curling as she twirled her pencil, bending when she cracked her knuckles mindlessly, veins popping when she flipped through that thick textbook of hers.

you nipped at her neck, dizzy with need, and desperate to work your mouth against something.

“your wetness is seeping onto my boxers, baby,” ellie laughed lowly, “can feel you pulsing against my thighs. you that needy for me?”

you almost mewled at the sound of her voice, raspy from its lack of usage, warm chest vibrating against yours as she spoke.

“want you so bad, els,” you whispered, legs squeezing around hers as you rocked slightly to soothe the throbbing at your core.

she runs a hand up and down your back softly, stopping at the top to run her fucking fingers through your hair. “mmm, i know. gotta be patient for me, ‘kay babe?”

“ellie-“ you whine.

“shhh, shh shh shh- shut up.” (DYK WHAT AUDIO IM REFERENCING HELP.)

“open,” she taps two fingers on your lips.

she taps again. “c’mon, be good f’me.”

you let her slide them in, swirling your tongue around and between the two digits, sucking and licking at them, utterly hypnotized.

a slight metallic taste coats your mouth as you reach the base of her fingers, decorated with her thick silver rings, and you groan around them.

“god, you’re really out of it, aren’t you?” ellie teases, arm muscles straining as she reaches down to squeeze your ass harshly, “fucking slut, can’t go a couple hours without something fillin’ your holes.”

you moan in response, muffled, as you lift your head in attempt to take her fingers further into your mouth, drool spilling out the sides as you make a mess of her hand to match the one between your thighs.

“uh-huh,” she cooes, green eyes burning into yours as she says, “go grab my strap. clearly need something more to shut you up.”

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Can u write abt Reader that doesn't know how to cuss and swear cuz she thinks that's rude and one day she asks Ellie to teach her. I just wanted to know how she would react to Reader's a.k.a her girl's request. Thank you~

hi my sweet angel baby yes i absolutely can here you go honey— it’s highkey shit but -!

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you weren’t big on swearing: raised by two very christian, very strict parents, you learned to view it as rather crude, and if anything, unnecessary.

ellie’s heard it all, seeing as she’s spent nearly every waking moment by your side, and been graced with an exceptionally dirty potty-mouth.

“language, ellie!”

“watch it, els.”

“that’s so not nice of you to say, ellieeee.”

she’s gotten used to your mother like reprimands, finding them merely adorable at this point rather than chiding.

this, quite consequentially, has led her to actually swear more around you, eager to make herself victim to your frustrations.

“what a little bitch. dumb fucking cunt is hacking the stupid ass server for fucking no reason,” she’d argue with her screen.

“ellie!” you’d wind the corner, coming in to whack her across the head, knocking her headset down. “don’t say that!”

she’d swivel in her chair to shoot you an amused smirk, crossing her arms. “okay, mom, you gonna wash my mouth with soap now or something?”

“don’t be weird els, i’m just saying, you don’t have to use those words!”

“what words?”

“those ones!”

“mmm, sorry babe, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“ellie! grow up!”

“yes, mommy.”

“now don’t be gross, els.”

“okay, okay, i’m stopping now.”

“you suck.”

“yeah, your mom’s clit.”

“oh my god ellie!”

yeahhhh that’s how most of your interactions would go. you don’t love her any less though. she’s your girl! and in all honesty— her colorful vocabulary can be its own kind of charming at times. ;))

anyways.

so, in your 18 years of friendship, she would’ve never expected this from you. like never.

the thought had festered in your mind all throughout the week, but it had only truly hit earlier this afternoon.

“what was that, babe?”

“can you teach me how to swear properly?”

for a second, ellie just stared at you, evidently appalled. then she burst out into laughter.

“pfffft, what?!?”

“ellie!” you whined, “it’s not funny, i’m serious.”

“god, you’re so fucking cute.”

“ellie.”

she chuckled, “seriously, it’s adorable. try: ‘fuck you, bitch.’”

“i can’t-“

“knew ittt”

“fuck you, you fucking bitch.”

a beat passes, the two of you sitting facing each other in silence, both entirely shocked by your words.

“i didn’t mean-” you stumble out, cut off by ellie’s sharp laugh.

“HA! you’ve been corrupted!” she says, weirdly gleeful.

“i take that back, i did mean to say that,” you cross your arms in attempt to look stern.

ellie’s not buying it. she pounces atop your lap to press a warm smile against your open lips, “mhm, sure you did.”

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hiii same horny anon from the last two messages but i keep coming (and cumming 🤭) back to this page, i could rub to you being horny for these characters forever tbh

heyyy to my best girl… you technically never asked me not to respond to this message so… here i am. besides, it’s fucking adorable when you’re all embarrassed about how needy you are. send me reqs or something baby i just wanna keep makin you feel good ;))

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hi u dont gotta publish this if u dont wanna but when you get feral its rly rly hot

heyy babe ;)) ur so polite i just want to devour you whole ughajkskwjsw let me go feral on you 🙏🙏 neeeeed you. anon for WHAT i want u bad ur so babyyyyy. 🤭🤭🤭

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i need this. so bad.

ok. has anyone seen that episode of the l word where shane and carm play that game where they kiss but can’t touch each other? this but with ellie.

at first she’s all for it because you guys both agreed that the winner gets head but she didn’t think it would be so fucking difficult.

the way you’re hovering over her lap with your hands in your back pocket bucking up into the air while you kiss her is driving her up a wall. she just wants to grab your waist and guide your grinding on her leg. stop half way just so she can hear you whimper her name. grab your jaw to keep you in place while she pulls you in for a deeper kiss. rub circles around the tender skin of your inner thighs. hold your head back so she can adorn your neck with kisses. she could get drunk off her lust for you.

but alas, touching you means losing. and losing means not winning. and ellie does not want to lose, so she’ll allow herself to suffer. for approximately 15 more seconds.

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WAIT HOW ABOUT THIS?? mmmm yeahhhh oh i’m thinkinggggg 🙏😛 i want to knaw on her arms:::

guys guys guys does anyone know if there’s a mod or smth of ellie w her seattle half up hair and her santa barbara fit please i’m begging i need it so bad y’all don’t understand IVE SEARCHED HARD.

me coming to ask you guys this like:

PLEASEPLEASPLEALSPEELASE

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i’m going on a rant !! bc i’m totally gay so ofc i watched uconn v iowa but at the same time i’ve seen basketball several times in my life and am going to keep the play separate from the girls.

first off, the refs were sucking iowas dick off like crazy. while everyone’s talking about that one illegal screen foul w aaliyah i kinda agree w that call bc she lowkey stepped into it.

but the ones they called w KK were sooo twisted. especially that one w kate martin face planting. that was kate’s own fault KK didn’t do shit other than grabbing the ball.

i’m fine if the refs wanna call these fouls on uconn but they should’ve done the same w iowa. the bueckers shove and the ball off her back were dirty play. also i don’t rly get basketball that much so feel free to correct me bc i’m just going off of the little knowledge i have. i don’t understand how that was not a technical foul.

the refs would not have called these small fouls on iowas side— and did not, for that matter. clark is all the rage this year and they were 100% playing into that.

either way, uconns play was better this game. nika absolutely carried with her defense, and i’m upset to see her go. but so good for her final play my girl!! sc might totally demolish iowa if iowas play was like today. good luck to both.

overall shout-outs to stuelke and muhl. this was not a bueckers-clark game. ;)

sorry this isn’t my usual content. just needed to say it somewhere. 😶😶

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GUYS THIS IS SO CLOSE TO IT LOOK:

BUT ITS W THE TANK W STRIPES I NEED MORE PLEASE HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM SCREAMING. also who here’s throwing up over iowa v uconn tonight bc i’m squealing. anyways i need ellie so bad especially like this

guys guys guys does anyone know if there’s a mod or smth of ellie w her seattle half up hair and her santa barbara fit please i’m begging i need it so bad y’all don’t understand IVE SEARCHED HARD.

me coming to ask you guys this like:

PLEASEPLEASPLEALSPEELASE

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guys guys guys does anyone know if there’s a mod or smth of ellie w her seattle half up hair and her santa barbara fit please i’m begging i need it so bad y’all don’t understand IVE SEARCHED HARD.

me coming to ask you guys this like:

PLEASEPLEASPLEALSPEELASE

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HELP. SO TRUE. might have to write 🤭🤭🤭

too sweet by hozier is so abby coded because she’s such a strong protector and doesn’t want to hurt you but she can’t help to imagine how cute you’d look riding her fingers and dripping down the palm of her hand….

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y’a know

help bc this is literally so hot. need ellie to fuck me that good. please i’m begging.

- just thinking about the way ellie would be so lost in the moment to the point where her hips would be thrusting deep into you on their own- just selfishly chasing after her own orgasm, absolutely LIVING off of the small sparks of friction her overstimulated clits getting on every push.

- she’d be rambling and shit, all “fuck baby you’re takin’ me so good,” and “god you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” just blabbering anything and everything that’s coming to mind.

- and you KNOW ellie’s so delusional to the point where she swears she can actually feel you wrapped tightly around her strap. girl treats her precious green 6 incher as a fr LIMB.

- and so ofc that’s making her mutter cocky shit like, “gonna fill you full with my cum, baby. yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you? fuckin’ slut.” and ofc things like: “shit, babe, you’re gripping me so tight ya gotta let me move, c’mon.”

- since ellie’s such a strap lesbo you absolutely BET she’d fucking lose it seeing you squirt all over it. our girl knows she’s a total god with her silicone but like fuck, dude, this good?

- and yes, she is this good. because it’s nearly impossible for you to shut up at all when she’s fucking you dizzy ‘n dumb, g-spot hit deliciously with every stroke, clit prodded perfectly every time her hips meet yours.

- and imagine her cute lil puffy clit already rubbed raw from fucking you so hard w the strap just throbbing to the point it hurts from how hot you look under her, completely drenching her dick with your squirt.

- and she wouldn’t even be all that smug about it at first— no that comes later—she’d just fucking keen at the very sight of you.

- her cute eyebrows just scrunching up tightly together as she lets out the most unexpected, adorably needy whine, cumming immediately all over the base ‘n watching pervertedly as your dirty juices mix.

- and she’s just moaning complete nonsense, “god, please- fuck, fuck! ‘m cumming!” —literally more out of it than you are because she’s that turned on from watching you make a mess of the sheets.

- and THEN’s when she makes her annoying yet endearing ass quips, all “aw, you’re such a cute little mess for me,” and “big one, huh? who got you squirting like this, hmm?” as if she didn’t just whimper like a submissive bitch two seconds earlier.

my girl 4ever though i fr live for ellie and her strap. best duo in tlou. perhaps the only (surviving) duo? like damn not even her fingers- nvm.

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pleaseee could you write an abby anderson x weather girl reader where they’re at the WLF base and abby catches reader staring at her hehehe

IM SORRY FOR TAKING 100 YEARS TO WRITE THIS AND THEN DELIVERING THIS MID ASS PIECE. i do hope you enjoy though i love you babe 😚😚

tags: abby anderson x reader, abby anderson x weather girl, EXHIBITIONISM, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), kinda mean abby anderson? idk man, the whole WLF base is probably a lil traumatized

AN: thank you to @insanermin and @f3mme-f4tale for reviewing this for me i’m endlessly grateful for the two of you bless your beautiful souls. credits to my favorite girl for helping me come up with what to write for this request. i love youuuu

it was the crack of dawn, sun just barely peeking its way over the tops of WLF’s buildings, yet the heat was unbearable.

“83 fucking degrees Fahrenheit, jesus christ,” you muttered to yourself, checking the stationed thermometers posted around the perimeter.

the base was, for the most part, quiet. only few unlucky individuals working mindlessly at their respective morning assignments.

you strolled down your usual path, squinting at the streams of sunlight cast on the side of your face, dancing into your vision.

“hey weather girl,” a voice called from behind.

abby anderson. as if you even needed to turn around to recognize her unmistakable, raspy, teasing tone.

you whipped around, watching intently as abby bent out from under a stock-filled tent, arms filled.

“need some help?” you joked, stifling a giggle that arose when abby dipped abruptly to catch a bag of bait between her teeth.

what you wouldn’t give to be that bag of bait, you bit your lip, eyes trained on abby’s busy mouth.

hmphmpsh abby sarcastically laughed against the plastic, snapping you out of your dirty-minded haze and sending a flush across the back of your neck.

you meet her examining eyes, breath hitching as she squints slightly, a smirk etched into her gaze. embarrassed at the thought of her catching you, you open your mouth in attempt to sway the conversation— but she beats you to it, breaking the stare-down a beat later, spitting the bag out into a small pile on the wood deck.

god, you would let her spit bait into your mouth if she wanted.

“so what’re we at today? it’s gotta be at least 90 out,” abby wipes at her forehead, making small talk as she organizes the rest of the stock.

“try 83. though i wouldn’t be surprised if we do reach 90 once the sun is fully risen,” you reply, raising a hand to block some of pesky rays ruining your god-sent view.

“no fucking waaaay!” abby drags out, astounded. “we are definitely at 90 by now, do you see me? im drenched!”

so am i, you think to yourself.

“trust the expert. your body temperature’s just extra high from physical exertion. whoever put you on for outdoor stock at this hour has it out for you,” you comment, eyes dragging as abby lifts the bottom of her tank to wipe her face, revealing a rather impressive display of rock-solid abdominals.

you catch her gaze, this time her having an eyebrow raised, and immediately look away, the flush on your neck spreading to the tips of your ears. as hard as you tried not to stare, abby wasn’t doing much to help, especially not while decked out in a translucent white tank, black bra beneath a stark contrast, begging for your attention.

abby’s dark green cargos hugged her thighs deliciously, highlighting her thick, defined quads as she shifted about.

lifting a large sealed box of who knows what from one end of the deck to the other, she grunted under the weight, leaving your mind to wander yet again to a different sort of situation where you might find yourself blessed enough to hear that pretty sound.

“yeah, whatever- i’ll tru-trust the expert,” she breathes out, voice strained. strands of her blonde— almost golden in the sun— hair stuck to her face with sweat, which glistened perfectly on her skin, making abby look almost angelic as she crossed into the sun’s direct heat.

“yeah,” you exhaled, at a loss for words under the confines of her entrancing beauty. you stood there a second longer, before suddenly snapping out of your daze, clearing your throat. “i’m, uh, gonna head to the station, i think,” you stuttered, despite your usual propensity for word flow heard throughout the WLF base every morning.

“desperate to get rid of me?” abby faux gasps.

you sputtered at her accusation, “no-no, i-“

“shhhh-shhh, i know honey, i know,” she cuts you off, bitable lips curling up into a half-smirk.

traitorous feet already walking their way towards the radio station, you desperately try to recover from your embarrassment, tripping over your words, “i-you, uh,” you try.

abby twists her head over her shoulder in your direction, cocking it in a way that makes your heart twist in your chest and a pulse thrum between your thighs.

“you can come!” you blurt without a second thought. “with me— i mean, to the station,” you add, trying to clarify.

faced with an jaw-dropped confused-yet beautiful abby anderson, you continue rambling, “it’s indoors! i mean obviously, because of the, um, radio equipment, but you know, you’re probably hot— well you are, but- shit- that’s not what i-“

“okay, okay, okay,” abby bursts out chuckling, which you’d enjoy a whole lot more if it weren’t at your sake, “you don’t have to convince me, sweetheart, i’m already there,” she holds her hands up in surrender.

your heart skips a beat at the nickname, brain racing at a million miles per hour when you catch the sight of abby’s built frame sauntering it’s way over to you, small towel slung lazily over one shoulder, braid swaying slightly with every step.

you swallow harshly at her approach, turning promptly around to lead the way in a brisk pace.

abby laughs to herself as she follows, “aw, don’t run, i want to see your pretty face.”

your face heats at the compliment, before proceeding to flush a nuclear red at another comment she mutters haphazardly under her breath, “though i’m not complaining about my view from here.”

she half jogs to catch up with you, though your supposed speed-walk is no competition for what she’d consider a stroll with her long limbs.

you see her looking-no, ravishing- your figure out the corner of your eye, her tongue pressed to the side of her cheek, as you silently yell at your cheeks to cool themselves down.

your eyes can’t seem to deny themselves such an appeasing view, though, darting to the side to steal a glance at abby’s translucent tank, and your attraction is clear, at least to abby.

“want something, honey?”

you cough in response, choking on the saliva you didn’t even notice gather as a physical response to abby’s presence (me), as the two of you, thankfully, arrive at the station at last.

“ladies first,” you joke, swinging the door open with the backwards weight of your body.

“such a gentlemen,” abby quips back, winking at you as she strolls through the opening.

the pair of you let out a collective sigh at the blast of cold air blowing softly from the studio. it’s a vacant space, but the constant flow of electricity needed to notify the base in the face of an emergency allows it to stay up and running.

you make a beeline to your set-up area, tangled wires running along every side of the desks, hooked up to all sorts of peculiar devices: microphones, barometers, fancy thermometers. abby finds herself surprisingly impressed by the sophisticated knickknacks you mindlessly twist and turn to read, as if flipping through a toddler-level picture book.

“where’d you learn how to work all of this?” she asks.

“stole some books off an old lab,” you reply, shooting her a shy smile, “like to read, i s’ppose.”

across the room, abby rests her elbows on the table behind her, crossing her legs and letting her head drop to one side. “smart girl,” she praises, cheeky smile slipping onto her face.

you bite the fat of your cheek, holding back a grin of your own before turning back to finish jotting down the day’s data into a tattered mini notepad.

you grab a sleek broadcasting mic off one of your shelves, shoving some of the wires aside on the main desk to make room for it to rest, before hooking one of the tinier cables into the mic, and twisting around to find an audio interface to plug the other end into.

“what am i doing here?” abby says all of a sudden, breaking your hustling focus.

you freeze, letting the cable drop as you look down. “i don’t know.”

abby pauses. “let me rephrase,” she strolls over, positioning herself lush behind you. she runs her arms down the sides of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake in spite of it being blisteringly hot out.

“what do you want me to do here?” she rasps by your ear, your head subsequently tilting to feel the heat of her breath on your neck.

“i-i don’t kn-“

“yes you do. just like i know exactly the mess i’ll find under these itty bitty shorts of yours.” she whispers, “you’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.”

a whimper slips out from your lips, head rolling back onto abby’s shoulder as you meet her sharp eyes with your pleading ones. your legs cross, squeezing shut, humiliated by the arousal that had gathered in reaction to, what, a 5 minute conversation with her? how pathetic.

“don’t think i didn’t notice your ogling earlier,” she continues, tracing her big hands lighting across your stomach, feeling your skin rise and fall with your increasingly rapid breaths. “your eyes give you away. i know what’s going on in that pretty little mind up there.”

your lips part as you roll your head further, almost completing a circle. the way you’re faced, you’re breathing desperate huffs directly into abby’s own mouth. she grazes a hand up between your two breasts, hard and pointed from a combination of the room’s dropped temperature and your arousal, then sliding her grip gently around your neck, holding your face close in place.

“you think you can get away with those slutty thoughts of yours? makin’ everyone think you’re such a good innocent girl, but no, you’re just a fucking whore aren’t you? isn’t that right, pretty?” she presses, tsking at your averting gaze.

“eyes on me, honey. you can’t hide. tell me what you really what,” she says into your mouth, lips just barely brushing over your own, the fucking tease.

you pant, eyes glued to her tempting mouth, desperate to close the distance. but you’ve got a job to do, and what’s fun without a bit of teasing? she deserves a taste of her own medicine, the bitch.

“what i really want…” you whisper back, “is to tell the base how fucking hot it is today,” you say at a normal volume, pushing off her back, and finally plugging the mic into the audio interface.

“duty calls!” you joke, trying to calm your racing heart and ignore the dampness between your legs. you hook the final plug into the wall, hearing a whirring that lets you know everything’s ready to go, before stealing a quick glance at abby to see how she’s taking your unexpected change of demeanor.

abby stands frozen in place, mouth gaping, but tweaked into an almost-smile, evidently shocked. your stomach flutters at the hungry look in her green, now nearly black, pupils, roguish thoughts brewing.

you bring a hand to your heart, dropping your jaw to match hers as you shoot a mocking who me? look in her direction paired with a shrug. winking, you turn back to your morning duties and take a seat, tuning in the frequency.

a click of a switch, an automated voice, and that’s all there really is to it. you’re live.

and your heart’s pounding out of your chest.

and though you’re usually hit with the slightest bit of anxiety over the idea of being listened to by every single individual on the very base, that’s not what you’re thinking about. well, not exactly.

“good morning, WLF!” you chirp, standard lines slipping off your tongue with ease, “hope you all had a great night’s rest! i know i sure did. today is august 2nd, 2038, and boy, you guys in for a sweat today! let’s check in with sophie and see what she has to say— sophie, you’re on!”

shaking out a breath, you click a button to tune in a livestream from the second weather station across the base, sophie’s station.

“hey girl, what’s up?” sophie’s cherry voice comes crackling through.

“the usual. wanna tell us how things have been looking on your end?”

“you betcha! good morning WLF, you heard it from our girl yourselves, it is goddamn hot out! my readings say that…” sophie continues, rattling off her collected data in a long, number-filled ramble.

you tune out, waiting for your cue to list your end’s data as you bounce your leg mindlessly up and down.

“oh you’ve really got everyone fooled, huh?” abby drawls behind you. you jump, temporarily forgetting her presence in the midst of your reporting.

you swivel your chair around to her, smiling cheekily as you press a finger to her lips in silence’s universal sign.

oh? abby mouths. we’re still live? she asks.

you nod your head slowly.

“then you’re gonna have to keep quiet for me sweetheart,” she leans in to whisper at a decibel just barely above zero. “unless you want everyone on base to know how much of a slut you are,” she adds, dropping to her knees before you.

“what are you-?!” you whisper hastily, stopping yourself to mutter lowly, “i’m the slut? look who’s on their fucking knees in a fucking radio station.”

she presses a chaste kiss to your thigh, smiling and shhhhing against your skin, mumbling, “shut up and focus. the base depends on you.”

with even just the lightest brush of abby’s buff frame against your knees, your legs fall open, beckoning her between them.

invisible hands to pulling her into your trap.

“abby,” is all you can get out, panting in need of her touch.

“focus, baby.”

she pulls your shorts and underwear down to the floor with a swift tug, smirk haughty as faced with your dripping mess.

“knew it,” she mouths, looking up devilishly at you. keeping your eyes trapped in her hypnotic gaze, she leans in slowly, tongue out, to catch your weeping pussy in a french kiss.

“fuck,” you breathe out, thighs trembling in resistance to clamp her head between them only just to keep her tongue against you.

she makes out sloppily with your folds, hands gripping your waist tightly to lock your body in place, pressing you firm against the chair despite your incessant squirming.

the point of her tongue traces down in a tease, slipping just barely into your pulsing hole to steal a taste of freshly dripped slick, before running it back upwards to firmly press into your neglected clit.

“ah!” you hiss, head thrown to the ceiling as your nails dig into the arms of the chair, hips attempting to buck further into abby’s warm mouth.

“you there, station one? i think the connection’s a bit warbly today,” a crackly voice interrupts your mind fog.

shit. sophie must’ve finished her report by now. you situate yourself up as best as you can— seeing as how abby won’t let go of your hips, or move away for that matter.

“hey sophie, yes i’m here! sorry ‘bout that, i-uh, yeah. there must be something up with the frequency today,” you sputter out.

“no worries! why don’t you go ahead and share your mornings data with us?” she laughs back.

“yeah, yeah, so my rea-fuck-“

you sharply take in a breath, sucking in your teeth. you look down. god, if that isn’t the hottest sight you’ve ever seen.

abby’s looking up through her eyelashes, your arousal smeared across the bottom half of her face, dripping to her chin. she dashes out a tongue to catch the corner of her mouth, smirk wolfish from her mischievous actions. she lifts an eyebrow, matching your prior who me? mock, as if she didn’t just set every nerve ending of your clit alight.

and while you could be absolutely furious with her for fucking with you on live, all you want from her is more.

“everything alright, station 1?”

you jump. “i-sorry- just, uh banged my knee up.” you mean to shoot a scolding look at abby, but just wound it up to be embarrassingly pleading.

she pouts sarcastically, and without breaking eye contact she bows in again to capture your puffy clit between her lips, sucking softly while flicking her tongue over and over again. it’s downright sinful.

“oh!” you whine, right hand darting to tug at abby’s braid, keeping her moving face moving against the place you need her most.

“um, station 1, i can take over if you’d like?”

your face flames. caught up in abby’s dizzying ministrations, your body’s screaming to say yes. yes, as in, yes sophie please fucking take over. and yes, as in, yes abby right there.

and you almost do, say yes to the first one, i mean. but a stinging pinch from abby tips you the other way.

“i, shit, sorry- i mean, yeah, sorry. sorry kids! don’t listen to me!” you babble, eyebrows scrunched and hips still grinding.

abby continues to torture your clit: her warm, wet tongue lapping up every last drop of your slick and pressing it rhythmically against that swollen button. your cunt tightens around nothing, desperate for something, anything, to fill ‘er up.

shit, you mutter to yourself, thrumming pussy impossible to ignore. “the temp-ah-temperature o-on my end read 83 degrees on my e-enndd-god,” you carry on, breathless, “ahem. we’re looking at clear, s-sunny skies all day, so be sure to wear some sort of- mmph- heat protectant,” you finish off your sentence sounding quite a bit more like a pornstar doing a dirty beach-scene than intended, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“give me one, uh, one sec-cond to double check the read- readings,” you stumble out quickly.

“no problem! while we wait on our girl, WLF, i’ll tell you about what last minute assignments we still need people for, so listen up…” sophie entertains.

“abby,” you whine, covering the mic with your free hand in attempt to muffle your sounds. you can barely form a sentence with the way her nose nudges your clit while her tongue runs zig zags along your folds.

“i know,” she cooes, chucking, “keep it down, you’re on live.”

you silently will yourself not to cry out when abby stretches your legs further apart, shaking her head left and right to stimulate every crevice of your weeping cunt. back arching off the chair, you whimper out a strangled noise, “i cant, i cant, i cant” you chant.

abby’s drags turn to kisses, watching your legs tremble with an endearing gaze as she makes her way up your stomach and to your face. pressing a kiss against your cheek, then your nose, and alas, your parted lips, she whispers, “this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? so shut up and be good for me, yeah baby?”

you nod feverishly, heavy-lidded and staring intoxicated as abby bites bruises into your neck, only to soothe it a moment later with a flat-striped lick of her tongue.

“mmm god, abby, i need you,” you practically slur out, moaning her name like a ritual.

“you’ve got me,” is all she says. her calloused hand slides up from the bottom of your shirt, squeezing your breast harshly, as if she can’t get enough, needing to completely ravish you.

“here, abby, need you here,” you groan, emphasizing it with the buck of your hips.

“alright, alright,” she shushes you with a kiss, hand sliding back down to cup your heat gently, feeling your desperation. “right here, huh? you aching for it, sweetheart?”

your only response is to catch her lips in a needy kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, eager to taste yourself on abby.

hmmph abby groans against your lips, fingers dipping shallowly into your coated hole.

“you can scream my name as loud as you want once you finish your report.“

“but-“

“you don’t want to let the base down, do you? how else are we supposed to know how dripping hot it’s gonna be out today?” she murmurs, emphasizing her words with a push of her thick fingers deeper into you.

your eyebrows scrunch, vision dizzy with need as you look up at the sight before you. a pretty pink hue glazing her sun kissed cheeks, abby tilts her head, finding delight in your struggle to come back to reality.

“c’mon, honey, you got it,” she purrs, running a hand to push the hair away from your face.

you narrow your eyes, pushing majority of the fog to a corner of your mind and uncovering your shaky hand from off the mic.

“sorry about that, folks,” you shakily speak up, “-and thanks soph. i’ll be out of your hair in just a second. as for today, we seem to be getting a light breeze coming in from the east at about 8 miles per hour, so it might hopefully provide a little bit of relief from the heat.”

in the meanwhile, abby hoists your figure up off the chair, shorts and panties still hooked askew around one of your ankles. a hitch in your voice signals your end’s confusion, but you continue on regardless, slave to abby’s actions.

she pushes your torso over slightly, having you put most of your weight on the desk as you hover over your mic, hair flicked over one shoulder.

“as for the air quality, it’s testing to be relatively clear. the spores don’t seem to be getting passed over by the wind, so no need to worry with the masks today! i’ll check in in the afternoon to see if that’s cha- nhghh,” you jolt forward, voice breaking and hips hitting the table as abby thrusts two fingers tightly into your heat from behind, twisting them to reach that ridged, aching spot.

“-changed,” you correct, exhaling sharply. your eyes roll involuntarily as abby picks up her pace, curling her fingers on every outstroke, other hand delivering languid circles to your puffy clit. you can feel the burn of her stare down your spine, head turning over your shoulder briefly to confirm, and catching sight of the two of you in the mirror on the back wall.

your flushed face, rumpled top, and trembling, kiltered, bent over position contrasted with abby’s working muscles as she stood strongly gripping your waist was a sight to behold.

“what would you do if i made you scream for me right now?” abby breathes out, grunting. “should we let the base know how much of a slut you are for me?” she asks, “fuck your special spot real good in front of everyone? right here?” she punctuates with a downright sinful massage against your g-spot.

she huffs out a quiet laugh when you rush to stifle a whimper against your forearm.

“nah, i think i’ll keep you for myself,” she says, tugging you by your hair to hiss “you’re mine.”

your legs nearly collapse right on the spot.

“like that, huh? now be good for me baby. you can take it,” she says lowly by your ear, fisting your hair back even more to take in your disheveled state before shoving your head down nose to nose with the mic.

you grip onto the stand in attempt to ground yourself. fucking abby.

“for now you sh-should be okay withou-ooout a mask on hand t-though,” you stumble through your words, racing to finish the report. “our trusty barom-meter indicates stable conditions— so i g-guess that means the- mmph- the world isn’t gonna expl-plode today?”

you fall to your forearms, losing balance with the aggressiveness of abby’s thrusts, walls clinging to her fingers, as if not to let a second by without her magic touch. abby kicks a leg between your two, sliding one to the side to spread you further before her as she slips a third finger in easily. your lips parts in a silent scream, hand racing to stuff it’s knuckle in your mouth to bite down on.

nails digging into the table, and mind begging forgiveness from god for all the fucking sin you’re committing, you speed

through a shitty conclusion, “overall, it’s a g-great day to sweat. that’s all i’ve got for you to-today. stay safe, stay cool, and enjoy the sun! bye!”

you rip the cord out of the audio interface before you can get the entirety of your final word out, loud moans borderline pornographic from being held back for so long.

“aw, you didn’t enjoy having an audience?” abby teases, fingers speeding up to coax more of your sounds out.

“fuck you, abby,” you gasp out, collapsing face-against-the-desk in pleasure.

“it’s okay, honey, your drenched pussy answers my question— i mean, look at you dripping right down my fingers,” she rasps, pinching your clit meanly.

god, you wanted to shove her fucking face into your cunt. at least that would get her to shut up.

“abby, i’m gonna-!” you cry, knees threatening to buckle.

“show me, pretty girl. fucking come all over my hand,” she spreads your sticky folds with a spare finger, swiping at the edges to effectively stimulate every part of your core.

you buck your hips back with every thrust, desperate to finish as you scream abby’s name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck,” abby curses under her breath, arm curling around your front to hold your crumbling body up, hands busy bringing you to heaven. she wanted to live in this moment.

“ah- god, abs!” you weep, forehead digging into cables as you shudder in ecstasy, cum dribbling out of your overworked pussy, coating abby’s hands in your mess.

“god, abs,” you repeat between gasps, slowly regaining your vision back as abby lifts you up to lean your sweating figure against her matching one.

“so much for escaping the heat, huh?”

~ man oh man i tried guys. hope this satiated your weather girl needs ;)

[seraphicsentences]

guys this series i’m genuinely tweaking out idk what it is there are subliminals hidden between the lines idk man

make you mine | e.w

summary: ellie, in your mind, was completely off-limits. she was your sisters best friend and a close-family friend. after ellie comes home after a skating incident, close-calls and touches make you realize that maybe she doesn’t just think of you as her best friends sister.

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

contains: sister’s best-friend!ellie, reader and her sister (named hailee in the fic) are adopted, skateboarder!ellie, flirty!ellie, TENSION TENSION

word count: 3.3K

a/n: i do plan to make this a two or three parter (or even more if i feel like it) so let me know how you guys enjoy this! i love you all.

FREE PALESTINE | DAILY CLICK | DO NOT BUT TLOU2 REMASTERED

PART ONE | PART TWO

“Dude, I thought I told you to stop using my brush.”

“I didn’t use your brush, stupid ass. That’s clearly mom’s hair.”

You and Hailee stood side-by-side in the bathroom, getting ready for the day. She was dolling herself up at the moment as she was going on her first date ever. You loved to tease her about it but in reality, you were of course happy for her. The only people you’ve ever seen her be around is her best friend, Ellie.

You like Ellie. She’s actually pretty cool and you didn't quite understand how she hung around Hailee for so long. The auburn-haired girl skates just around the corner of your house, swinging by whenever she pleases due to the long-lasting friendship. Your mom saw Ellie and her father, Joel, as a part of your family in some ways.

But even as much as you liked Ellie, you felt Hailee needed to get out and explore. This date would be good for her no matter what the outcome may be.

“You’re such a liar,” you groaned as you continued to brush through your freshly washed hair.

“Shut up.” Hailee mimicked your attitude as she was applying mascara to her lashes.

You rolled your eyes before running your fingers through the detangled hair and evenly spreading the leave-in conditioner to a few sections. You glance at her for a second as you notice the nervous breath she's taking.

She leans in close to the mirror to wipe off the smudged mascara on her eyelid, a frustrated sigh leaving her lips. Wiping your hands off on the smaller towel hanging on a ring next to the light, you turn to her with a genuine grin.

“Hey, you’ll be fine. Seriously, you gotta take a deep breath.” You place a hand on her upper back, rubbing it carefully.

Hailee, though stubborn, nodded at your words.

“He’s just a guy,” she states.

“Exactly. I’m not just saying that as a lesbian either. Usually, yes, but…” You trail off before shaking your head. “Anyway, if you feel weird or like he’s just a fucking creep and you want to leave, you call or text me immediately.”

She nods once again and shakes her head with a groan.

“I feel like I have to shit, dude. Get out. He’ll be here to pick me up soon so just let me be alone for a second,” Hailee pointed at the bathroom door.

You gagged dramatically at the sound of her saying she had to shit to which she shoved your head. You make sure to kick her leg before speeding out of your shared bathroom. You laugh at her audible groan through the wood before walking towards your bedroom.

After a few minutes passed, you heard Hailee shout that she would be back in a few hours. You shouted back to confirm that you heard. The front door shuts and locks with a soft click causing you to let out a sigh of relief.

When everyone was out of the house either at work or doing errands, you felt more at peace. As much as you love your parents, you cherish these moments of silence. You got schoolwork done for your online college courses and were able to do things that you couldn't do when everyone was home; shout at the TV when you were watching your favorite shows, scream karaoke songs, and rub one out just because.

Especially the last one. You wish you, too, had a date to be able to relieve a lot of pent-up sexual frustration but all you had was a vibrator and your hand. You adjusted yourself on the bed, sucking in a deep breath as your hand inches down the front of your sleeping shorts, just scratching over the waistband of your shorts. You could already feel a heat spreading to your cheeks, your now damp hair resting on the headboard.

This only lasted for about ten minutes before you heard the front door open. You sat up quickly from your bed with furrowed brows, speed walking towards your door. You hurriedly washed your hands as you passed by the bathroom before making your way to the front door.

“Mom?” You question out, peering around the corner.

“Uh, no. Not exactly.” A familiar freckled face replies.

Ellie’s forearm which had no tattoo had blood running down to her elbow. You gasp as she’s trying to dab up the blood with your napkins in the kitchen.

“Jesus, Ellie, you scared the fuck out of me.” You shake your head with a wince at the sight of the blood. “What happened?”

“There was a fucking rock on the half-pipe— god, fuck— and it got caught under my wheel. I ate shit, clearly.” Ellie groans at the tender skin which causes you to blush and look away.

The other thing about Ellie was that she was hot. Painfully so.

When Hailee and Ellie first became friends back in sixth grade, you always thought she was so pretty. She didn't even have to try. Now that you are all nineteen, she’s only grown more and more attractive as the years have gone by.

A little scar in her eyebrow that she had gotten from an exact situation like this a few years ago. It suited her, strangely enough. Dark green eyes that intimated you beyond belief. Her scattered freckles over her perfect nose. It was almost infuriating how beautiful she was.

She was known to have a bit of a temper like getting into fist-fights with homophobic assholes in school.

You had seen her break a kid's nose one time back in freshman year after he had slapped your ass as a ‘joke’.

You wouldn’t dare to make a move though. Hailee would strangle you until you were nearing death. She had to cut off friends in the past who had just gotten with her to be with Ellie; saying stuff like questions like ‘Ellie is so funny’, ‘Does Ellie ever talk about me?’ or ‘Do you think I’m Ellie’s type?’

They didn’t even try to hide it.

“Jesus, El. Don’t clean it like that,” you point the way to the bathroom. “Come on. I’ll help you.”

Ellie sighed as she knew you were probably right and tossed the bloody napkins into the trash bin. She followed right behind you, muttering curses at the dripping blood. You made a mental note to clean that up in a second.

“Sit on the lid. I’ll get the stuff.” You instruct her once you have made it to your bathroom.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ellie shot you a grin as she sat herself down on the toilet lid, holding her arm up vertically.

As you bend down to get into the cabinet with the pharmaceuticals, you hear a wolf whistle which causes you to hold up a middle finger at Ellie. Yeah, Ellie recently started to make flirty-ish comments towards you recently. They were harmless for the most part. You praised your own friends all the time but with Ellie, it just felt different.

Like she meant it.

You stand up with a soft chuckle with cotton pads, hydrogen peroxide, and bandage wraps.

“You workin’ out now?” Ellie raised her eyebrows at you.

“You're annoying. Let me see your arm.” You held your hand out to her, waiting patiently.

Ellie allowed you to take her arm into your palm. You tug it closer to the sink as you pour the hydrogen peroxide over the multitude of cuts, watching it bubble up. Being dramatic as ever, Ellie let out a wince.

“That hurts, fuck.”

You scoff at her, continuing to pour the hydrogen peroxide: “It’s not rubbing alcohol. It’s not supposed to burn, Els.”

“No, the way you’re twisting my arm.”

You look at her arm and notice how you have contorted her arm the other way. You released your grasp around her wrist now that you were done with the cleansing part. Your hand lingered though just to keep checking on the scrape.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. Why didn't you say anything right away?”

Ellie scoffed with a shrug of her shoulders: “Sorry, your ass was distracting the hell out of me.”

You simply shook your head at her, ignoring her comment as you waited for the bubbles to disappear on their own. The silence was slightly awkward for a moment; neither of you not knowing what to say.

“Where’s Hailee?” Ellie speaks up after a few beats, clearing her throat.

“She didn't tell you?” You furrow your brows in shock. Ellie simply blinks as she doesn’t know what you’re referring to. “She’s on her first date right now with—”

“Holy shit, Vincent?” Ellie interrupted you to rush out with a chuckle. “I didn't think she had the guts to ask him out. Shit. She had been raving about him for the past two months.”

You nod, chuckling along with her.

“Yeah. Must be nice to be going out on a date.” You joked, knowing there was an underlying truth to it.

Ellie tilted her head with a raise of her sculpted eyebrows.

“And how long has that been?” Ellie looks at you in disbelief.

“I think,” you puff out a breath and one of your hands settles on your hip as the other is still barely holding onto Ellie’s wrist. “Two months now? It’s just not fun anymore honestly.”

Ellie’s eyes widened at your confession. You smack your lips and groan at her bug-eyed expression, shoving her shoulder with your hand that was on your hip. She chuckled at your dramatics.

“Don’t make that face. I haven’t had any luck lately so I’m keeping to myself now.”

Lie.

“It’s not that bad,” Ellie adds, turning her arm so that she could see the bubbles fading.

“Yeah, for you, Els. Every single girl that I go out with ends up being good for like almost a month and then all of a sudden, they say that they’re ‘not ready’ which is always code for ‘I’m not over my ex’.” You rant with obvious irritation laced in your voice as you release her wrist completely.

“You never told me about this,” Ellie said.

You shrug your shoulders because what were you to say about it? It was becoming more and more infuriating and Ellie wasn’t helping with that empty missing feeling of romance. The way she gazed up at you with her big green eyes as you applied the ointment needed over her scrapes.

The stare was burning.

“That’s fucking insane,” Ellie scoffed.

You begin to wrap her forearm — which was strangely toned — as you hum the question: “What is?”

“That someone as pretty as you has to worry about dating,” Ellie shrugged her shoulders as she leaned back onto the wall next to the toilet.

Your movements freeze for a split second before you force out an awkward chuckle. Ellie’s eyes flicker between your eighty-percent dry hair and your focused scrunched brows and lip-bite. Your face is bare of makeup yet a little flushed.

Ellie, too, lets out a chuckle as she continues.

“What? I’m serious.”

“I know you are, Els,” you avoid eye contact with her as you finish the small wrap around her injured arm. “There. You shouldn’t bleed on our floors anymore.”

God, you were hoping she would get the hint to move on. The praise was overwhelming.

“Damn. I was trying to mark my territory.” Ellie sarcastically quipped at you, a smirk playing on her lips.

You can’t help but smile at her words. Another beat of silence falls over the two of you. Ellie began to scratch behind her ear, something she did often.

“It doesn’t hurt, right? You don’t need Ibuprofen or anything?” You point to her arm, hoping that you weren't acting as weird as you felt.

“No, but,” Ellie smacked her lips, “it got me thinking actually.”

You look at her with raised brows.

“About what?”

“When I first got into skating, you, uh,” Ellie again scratched at her ear. What is with that? “Remember how fucking awful I was?”

A few flashes of memories of twelve-year-old Ellie when she came over, skating down the sidewalk and tripping over the most mundane stuff. A slight bump in the concrete would send her flying to eat shit and scrape up her skin. You had been with your sister, watching her from the grass of your front yard and encouraging her that she was doing great and to not give up every time she tripped and fell off of the board.

You merely nod to confirm that you did remember pre-pubescent Ellie muttering curses at her ‘stupid fucking board’.

“You would always kiss my scrapes better.” Ellie looked at you with those big green eyes through her lashes.

That you didn’t remember.

“You’re a liar,” you gaped at her, narrowing your eyes.

The auburn-haired girl held her palms up in defense before saying: “Swear it. After your mom had helped me put the band-aid on my knee one time, she had mentioned that she would kiss your cuts when you were little because you thought it helped with the whole healing process shit.”

At that point, you were almost 100% sure that Ellie was, in fact, telling the truth. Your mom did do that when you were younger.

“You asked me if you could kiss my knee to help it heal. I couldn’t say no to you.”

Ellie emphasized ‘you’ like it was obvious. You didn’t think she’d actually let you kiss her knee. Hailee and Ellie had only been friends for two years at that point and you always thought she didn’t see you as more than her best friend's sister.

“Is this an attempt to get me to kiss your arm better?” You place a hand on your hip, tilting your head at her.

“Well, they always did heal perfectly so,” Ellie shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to risk it.”

You playfully roll your eyes and gingerly take her arm into her palm, raising the bandaged forearm to your lips. You placed a gentle kiss on the cotton, looking up at her as you pulled away. Ellie’s freckled cheeks burned but kept her gaze on yours.

You caught her eyes flickering down to your lips but pretended to not notice. You cleared your throat and stood up straight, plastering on the friendliest smile you could muster.

She’s your sister’s best friend, you kept scolding your awful thoughts. Thoughts of Ellie grabbing you by your waist and kissing you like she needed you. Those beautiful green eyes staring down at you as she fingered you until you messily came down her long fingers.

God, her fingers.

You blink away the filthy image before releasing her arm.

“You should be good then, Els.”

Ellie blinked and nodded at your words. “Shit, right. Um, what time will Hailee be home?”

You refrain from rolling your eyes at the mention of your sister.

“In an hour or two, probably. Maybe even earlier if it doesn’t go the way she wants,” you shrug your shoulders. “Why?”

Ellie shakes her head, holding up her injured arm.

“No, never mind. It’s okay.”

Curious, you stand in front of her with a slight smile. Ellie did this thing with you when her eyes kind of zoned out for a second like she went somewhere else and she wanted to say something. You never called her out on it before but she seemed more intense this time.

Like she was holding something back.

“No, no, no, Els. What is it?” You ask her.

The freckled girl let out a soft sigh before continuing: “I was gonna, you know, see if you wanted to come to this thing Jesse invited me to tonight. It’s this douchebag frat party and… yeah.” Ellie began to scratch behind her ear as she explained. “I didn’t think you wanted to go because I know you don’t really like, well, people.”

Her last comment made you stifle a laugh. While it being extremely true, you weren’t aware that she picked up on that.

“Again, if you don’t really want to, that’s— it’s no big deal.” Ellie rushed out, slightly wincing at how loud she got.

You debated whether or not you were going to leap at the opportunity to hang out with Ellie on your own. It was just a party. You were sure that it would be just like if Hailee was there.

Platonic friendship.

“Sure. Yeah, I’ll come.” You shrug your shoulders, your smile deepening. “Just text me when you want to head there and I’ll come and pick you up since someone doesn’t have a car.”

Ellie raised her brows and shook her head slowly.

“Wow. That’s a low blow. It’s fucked up honestly to make fun of how poor I am.”

You simply chuckle with her before she leaves your house. As she walks out the door, gripping her skateboard with one hand and using her free hand to point at you and say: ‘Don’t forget about tonight.’

You were certain that you wouldn’t forget.

Later that evening, Hailee peeked into your bedroom with furrowed brows. You were getting ready for this frat party after Ellie had sent the message she promised with the address and what time she wanted you to head over.

“What’s up?” You hum as you apply the last of your makeup routine.

“Hey, Ellie just texted me and said: ‘make sure she’s getting ready. She tends to get distracted by her playlists’.” Hailee holds up her phone screen to you and you try not to blush, cursing how she knew you so well. “Why the fuck is she texting me about you getting ready? For what?”

Hailee’s eyes were narrowed at you suspiciously. You simply shrug your shoulders, spritzing your favorite perfume all over your clothes and hair.

“She invited me to this party that Jesse invited her to.” You tell her simply, turning your body to face her standing in your doorway.

“You hate people,” Hailee states, her tone and stare still very confused at the thought of you and Ellie hanging out alone together.

You, again, shrug your shoulders as you felt you didn’t owe her an explanation.

“Maybe I’m just bored, dude and Ellie offered when she swung by—“

“What? You never told me that. When did she swing by?” Hailee interrupted, voice raising by a margin.

You held back an eye-roll. You set down your perfume bottle on your dresser and step closer to your unexpectedly annoyed sister.

“When you were on your date. She came by because she was fucking bleeding all down her arm. What is your deal?” You were starting to get pissed off by how ridiculous your sister was acting towards you.

Hailee’s eyes were locked on your attire then slowly met your eyes with judgment. You couldn’t believe her being a helicopter sister over you right now.

“Nothing. Nevermind. Does mom know?” Hailee dropped her angry accusatory tone.

“Yep. I’ll let you guys know when I’m driving back. Probably two a.m. is the latest I’ll get home.” You inform your sister as you make your way out of your room.

Hailee follows after you, shutting the door behind her as she knew you would yell at her if she didn’t. You double-checked to make sure you had everything in your purse before making your way to the living room to kiss your mom on the cheek. She was curled up on the couch with her Kindle in hand and glasses perched up on the bridge of her nose.

“Bye, mom. I’ll see you later, okay?” You smile at her gently.

“Bye, honey. Be safe, okay? You and Ellie be there for each other, yeah?” Your mother looked up to raise her brows at you.

“We will. I promise. We’ll be safe.”