saw someone saying they wanted farm ellie to manhandle them… fic request??
𑁍𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 / 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𑁍
Ellie was the talk of the town, though that didn't mean much in a settlement of a mere 500. Though many people wore flimsy tank-tops and boots covered in a work day's mud, most were men. Ellie knew what the older folks had to say about her, and yet she still found it in herself to park her 70's Ford Ranger, her pride and beauty, outside of your father's farmhouse before starting a long day of shoveling, handling, herding, and operating.
Today, you sit on the top step of your cream-white wooden porch. You lean your head against the railing, observing Ellie at work.
There she is as always, in a thin tank top that clings to her when the sun beats down on the field. Half of her hair is tied back into a messy bun, and her bangs nearly cling to her forehead. She occasionally fans herself with her shirt, making you swoon in the process. One sight that catches your eye, however, is the shine of her belt buckle. The base is a solid black oval with gold flower embellishments prodding throughout. However, in the middle lay an amber moth. You've always wondered why she likes that specific buckle so much, and it intrigues you (plus, you like eyeing up her waist).
You watch from a distance as Ellie looks up at the sky, probably in her own thoughts or wishing for some summertime thunderstorms. However, you can't look away before Ellie catches your gaze. Her eyes make your cheeks burn, the skin already hot from the July heat. It isn't the first time she has caught you staring, and it certainly won't be the last.
You rise from the porch and approach her, giving a sheepish but rather sweet smile.
Ellie huffs out a laugh as you wave, and hunches down to set the small square bale down. "This yer new ritual now, miss? You gonna lure me into that house of yours for sweet-tea like yesterday?" She teases, voice thick and sweet like honey straight from the comb.
"C'mon! You've been working for like, five hours. You can handle a ten minute break, can't you?" You know you sound pathetically hopeful, but your crush on Ellie makes it difficult for you to filter your words. Her lack of complaints don't help, either.
"You know I can't do this everyday, as much as I enjoy our tea parties. Now, head on inside. Your father would be pissed if I let you sun burn. That sundress ain't protectin' you." Ellie points out, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. So she did notice the dress.
"What if I wanna stay out here with you?" You question, a soft, rising lilt in your voice in hopes it'll soften her like butter.
"Miss, please. I have to finish up with these hay bales." She reiterates, though it is currently taking everything in Ellie not to indulge in your request.
"Well fine, then. But I'm not leavin'. You'll have to drag me back into that house." You state firmly, crossing your arms.
Ellie's brows rise, and she scoffs softly. "Drag you in, huh? This is your last chance."
You only offer up a cheeky smile, feet planted on the ground. Please pick me up, please take the bait, please, please, please-
Just five seconds later, you feel a strong hand hook under the back of your legs and lift you with ease. You let out surprised laughter, Ellie not holding back from her own snort, and Ellie hauls you over her shoulder like a bag of scratch as she walks through the grassy fields and into the farmhouse.
"You're strong, jeez! I didn't know someone standing at a simple 5'5" could throw me around like this." You tease.
Though you can't see it, Ellie glares and flicks the back of your thigh with her fingertip. You don't complain any further, happy with yourself.
Ellie carefully sets you down on the couch and you tug on her hand before she can walk away. "You can't just bring me in here and not have tea."
And with the way she sighs, defeated but amused, you know you're going to get your way.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈
the one where ellie discovers that she has a praise kink minors dni
ellie twisted one final screw into place on the new bookcase she was constructing for your shared book collections. she leaned back, letting out a small grunt once the backache from being hunched over for so long caught up to her. she wiped stray hairs from her face and inspected her handiwork.
you, being a supportive girlfriend, laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "atta girl,” you commended, "looks great."
ellie's heart skipped a beat when cursed phrase left your mouth. it was innocent enough—at least the intent behind it in the moment. she glanced over her shoulder up at you, eyes wide and lips parted but not a word escaping. safe to say, all coherent thought was out the window for a fleeting moment. her rosy cheeks only deepened when your sly smile revealed that her reaction hadn't gone unnoticed. ellie would then mumble "thanks" and use her exhaustion from the manual labor as an excuse, which you accepted.
okay, maybe ellie did have an inkling of suspicion about why the phrase affected her. the heat suddenly pulsating to her lower region was answer enough.
and praise already was often sprinkled in when you two were intimate. as a treat. so it wasn't totally new. but the unexpected strike during such an innocuous moment pulled a reaction out of ellie that she hadn’t felt so intensely before. she was just too embarrassed to admit it and wasn't ready to bring it up.
this all changed, of course, during one tired, opportune movie night. sprawled mellowly on ellie's old couch, bodies barely brushing against each other, your gaze repeatedly falls on her silhouette- unable to look away. ellie's perfect smattering of freckles, round emerald eyes, soft bridge of her nose, chestnut hair curved around her jaw. ellie didn't have to do a damn thing; she was just so damn pretty.
finally, your temptation peaks, fueling your audacity to place a deliberate hand on her thigh. you squeeze it, speaking volumes about your growing need. you craved ellie. badly.
a few inelegant adjustments to remove some clothes and get into more comfortable positions later, ellie sinks back into the couch cushion, her torso bare. you take a few beats to seal the image to memory, her soft skin, the curves of her breasts and figure. your suppressed desire unleashed, starting an assault of kisses and bites everywhere on ellie that you can access. the film becomes white noise in the background, entirely forgotten.
your lips, suctioned to ellie's chest, release with a pop. you admire the masterpiece of spattered reddening marks you left all over her skin. the hand previously massaging her other breast starts to travel downwards, tracing her sternum like a trail of flames. your kisses work their way up her neck, these daintier so you can focus on savoring ellie's delicious whines.
your palm grazes the dampened fabric of ellie’s panties, taking great satisfaction in seeing her world turn hazy and glassy-eyed.
“please..please..” ellie whispered- lost for air and desperate. you smirk, feeling your fingers grow wet from her arousal.
you guide ellie to briefly lift her hips to shrug her shorts and panties off, giving you unbridled access to her soaked heat. she parts her legs further, inviting. your mouth goes dry at the sight. you dip your fingers between her glistening folds, the tantalizing movement eliciting a whine from ellie. your thumb finds her pulsing clit and starts slowly tracing circles. once you’ve worked her and yourself up, you press one finger deep into her slick center, trying not to fall apart from how worked up her cries have gotten you.
“you’re being such a good girl for me,” you muttered tenderly, lazily pumping your finger inside her.
the petname hit ellie like a lightning strike. she tells on herself with how she clenches around your digits, her hips bucking up to encourage your thrusts deeper. you turn devilishly cocky when you realize the cause of her unraveling. she’s begging you to keep talking, to move your hand faster and bring her to ecstasy. you keep up the pace, focused on stretching her out until gradually adding a second finger and curling them deeper.
“fuck, you’re taking my fingers so well,” you purr, pairing it with more light kisses and nibbles to her ear.
“mmm…oh my fucking god—“ ellie breathes your name like a prayer, her pleas tumbling out incomprehensibly.
“you like being my good fucking girl, hmm? i didn’t know just how much..you’re so fucking tight…”
your words are ellie’s downfall, a long-awaited orgasm suddenly crashing through her. her entire body shudders, and you guide ellie through the waves uttering similar, delicate phrases, reveling in how the praise undid her. “good fucking girl, atta girl…”
once the throes of pleasure grow further apart, you pull your fingers from her. you bring your wet digits up and press them to ellie’s lips, giving a quiet command for her clean up her mess. “suck.”
ellie, flushed and dumbed out from her orgasm, mindlessly wraps her pretty lips around you, tasting herself on your fingers. the warmth enveloping you is almost overbearing for your own lust. of course, you encourage her as she sucks them clean. “that’s it, my sweet girl. i’m so proud of you.”
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🧜🏼♀️ 𝓛𝓔𝓧𝓐 ~ 25+💄, lesbian 👩🏻❤️💋👩🏽, she/her, avid tea drinker 🫖, severe day dreamer 💭, gamer 🎮.
01. Tempest (Angst SFW) - Completed - 1 , 2 , 3 , 4
01. Defect (NSFW 18+)
divider credit: 1, 2,
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I'm currently taking an online class and haven't been writing. Does anyone have a rec for a SFW Ellie x reader? I feel like writing something but don't know what.
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i’m telling u, this girl would be absolutely whimpering at the slightest touch you give her. imagine you guys are in ur bed and it’s so soft and cozy until freaky mode gets activated and now you’re on top of her. your clothed thigh pressing against her bare pussy and ur just grinding that shit uppp and downnnn. she can’t do anything but whine and beg for your mouth, poor baby even started drooling! her voice is so intoxicating to the point you’ll ask her to tell you how her day was knowing everytime she speaks it’s just incoherent sentences or a string of moans. but you can’t help it! it’s just too cute to listen to her stutter over her words, hearing her moans after every sentence.
“oh fuck, a-after i texted dina and asked if she wanted to, to, baby please . . need you so bad!” ellie spews out, her words barely audible as you grind into her, drawing every little sound out her.
“mmh yeah, what you telling dina, baby? telling her how good i make you feel?” you tease with a breathy laugh, lowering your head to latch on her erect nipples. swirling your tongue over word while your hand toys with the other.
“fuckfuckfuck, i’m so close. i don’t w-wanna cum without your fingers, please.” her head falls back against your pillow, her mind filled with you. your scent, touch, your condescending voice mocking her moans. it’s all too much for her, making her pretty little head dizzy.
yeah it’s getting real nasty up in there !
Taking a hiatus! For my few followers I want to let you know I’m currently taking classes and I’m locking in. I won’t be as active.