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[blondie-talks]

strawberries and cream... i'm blondella she/her . twenty-four . intj . pisces . femme bisexual . arcane devotee . billie addict . tlou obsessionist

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[blondie-talks]

do you ever reblog sm on the wrong acc? brb gotta re-reblog a post 😭

[blondie-talks]

I DID IT AGAIN OH MY GOD

[blondie-talks]

do you ever reblog sm on the wrong acc? brb gotta re-reblog a post 😭

[blondie-talks]

music is meant to be shared!! i'm going to start posting playlists that i've curated so you can listen to them too. my music taste has a wide range, so expect anything from thrash metal to jazz house to summer r&b. i'm sure there's something for you! >ᴗ<

[blondie-talks]

i'm so feral for abby, ellie, & dina, but dirty thoughts aside— if they were a band, what roles would they take?? obviously, i can see ellie as the main guitarist and lead singer. but i feel like dina would be the drummer and abby would totally play the bass. what do you think??

p.s. i see myself as the rhythm guitarist in this specific situation 😆

p.p.s. listening to type o negative cultivated these thoughts

[blondie-talks]

how familiar can we get?

♪ my favourite colour is pink!

♪ i listen to billie eilish, sabrina carpenter, and generally any rock band the most

♪ i'm a passionate singer, fashion designer, and guitarist

♪ some hobbies of mine are baking, figure skating, and sleeping

♪ i have a kitty and a dog; @thefreckledcollie is her blog :D

♪ probably the gayest person you'll ever meet

♪ my favourite cities are london, nyc, paris, and venice

♪ my favourite sport is golf!

♪ if i had to pick a season it would either be summer or fall

♪ i love raising cane's and dunkin coffee

♪ i collect smiskis; one time i lost one and had a meltdown for days (he was found)

♪ snoopy is my best friend

♪ my fictional wives are abby, vi, ellie, caitlyn, and nat romanoff

[blondie-talks]

i need to stop reblogging posts as much as i do because it like... clogs up my page

i wanna start posting substantial shit like i'm a 2014 tumblr blog girl

[blondie-talks]

i kinda wanna delete everything on my page and start fresh

[ladyybabyy]

stoned!abby who’s definitely a lightweight because she only ever smokes with you in fact you introduced her to weed

stoned!abby that uses getting high as an excuse to be touchy

stoned!abby who is always pulling you into her lap, running her fingers through your hair, playing with your hands and laughing about how her hands dwarf yours

stoned!abby that pretends the high is hitting her harder than it actually is just so you can comfort her “my head is killing me.” she whines just so you kiss it better

stoned!abby who’s hands always venture up your shirt, somehow distracting you while she undoes your bra

stoned!abby always wanting to make out no matter how dry her mouth is

stoned!abby who gets so whiney and needy over the smallest things. “c’mon pleaseeee angel.” “mmmnn so sleepy, can you?”

stoned!abby that ends up staying the night

stoned!abby who’s so gentle with you when she’s high, rubbin lazy circles on your clit, kissing your thighs when her fingers need a break whispering “s’perfect baby.” followed by other simple praises

stoned!abby who pretends she doesn’t know what happened the next morning because she’s scared of getting attached (even though she already is)

stoned!abby who still comes back over after work just to do it all over again

credits to @pixopix for the divider!!

[honey-bubuu]

I was thinking...

Okay, I love this. It was kind of sudden, right? I don't know how I knew it would work, but it happened, and boom! I really love this💖

[evanellie]

just twenty one of ellie's best photos, you're welcome

aaand shameless elliexreader fic plug bc this is getting the most traction anything on my blog has ever seen

[h0nology]

SHES SO SEXYYYY

[thefreckledcollie]

it's been a while, but she's back! up to her chest in the snow, after the storm

[welostheplot]

── pacer test ⚠︎ ˎˊ˗ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: modern!ellie williams / reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: ellie’s stamina is pathetic and her self-control is worse—but you’re not letting up until she learns how to take it.

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧: brief weed mention, MDNI 18+, ellie's a stone top (until she's not lol), premature female orgasm/early orgasms, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering (e!receiving)

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 1.5k

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: this is one of those fics that i conceptualized and was like 'wow i wish someone would write something like that' ...and then i realized it was me who could actually just write it. again, thank you so much for 500+ followers. i hope you enjoy :p also yes, this series is titled after that horrible running beep test you had to do in school. yes, i also think the title is stupid. yes, once it got in my head i couldn’t use any other names it had to be this.

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘: "just getting started"

YOU’VE ONLY BEEN SLEEPING TOGETHER A COUPLE OF WEEKS.

the relationship part’s older, but the sex is still new. delicate, in that exciting, unsure way. you’re still figuring each other out. still learning what makes the other one twitch.

but you’ve started to realize ellie’s really only let you learn in one direction.

you don’t exactly mind. she’s good with her fingers and even better with her mouth. touches you like the whole point of her night is making sure you fall apart with her name on your tongue.

and tonight’s no different.

you’re already flushed, squirming under her, thighs trembling as she spreads you open with slow, reverent fingers. the room smells like heat and skin and a little bit of weed from earlier—your shared blunt still smoldering in the ashtray on the windowsill.

ellie’s shirt is pushed up just enough to reveal the muscle along her stomach, but otherwise she’s still fully dressed. your clothes, on the other hand, are long gone: peeled away with soft, careful hands until you were bare beneath her, breath catching on every new inch of skin exposed.

“you’re always so fuckin’ wet for me,” she mutters like she can’t help herself, lips brushing your inner thigh. “makes it hard to keep my mouth off of you.”

you whine something in response—half her name, half a plea—and she smiles. then her mouth is on you and everything else fizzles out.

she drags it out, works you over until your vision’s gone soft at the edges and you’re clutching the sheets. and when you come, it’s with a helpless cry that she swallows with her own answering groan, the bed shaking with the way she seems to put her whole body into finishing you off.

you’re still panting when she finally lifts her head, lips slick, face flushed. she looks up at you with this dazed, dopey grin, breathless herself like she’s the one who just came.

and then… you realize.

“wait,” you murmur, narrowing your eyes. “ellie.”

she blinks slowly. “hm?”

“…did you just—?”

she freezes. just for a second. then shrugs, cheeks turning pink. “what? you’re hot. it happens.”

you gape. “you… got off. just from—?”

“yeah, yeah, don't make it a whole thing,” she grumbles, already trying to hide under the blanket. “jesus.”

you stare, stunned. partly from the admission. mostly from how absurdly hot that is. despite your recent orgasm, your clit twitches with interest.

“ellie.”

“drop it.”

“ellie.”

she groans and rolls to face the wall, throwing a pillow halfheartedly in your direction. “you’re so annoying.”

you’re grinning now, heart hammering. because yeah—fine—you can tease her later. but underneath the laughter, something tugs at you.

you’re flattered. a little in awe of how deeply she wants you. and really fucking turned on.

but also?

you’re starting to feel like maybe it’s time you got to do a little giving back.

she’s already half-asleep, curled on her side, breathing even and slow. and you’re lying beside her, wide awake, still pulsing from your orgasm, but buzzing more from a new, quiet determination blooming in your chest.

next time, you think, reaching out to trace the shape of her spine beneath the fabric of her shirt.

IT STARTS THE WAY IT ALWAYS DOES.

ellie on top of you, kissing you like she’ll never get to again, hips snug between your thighs.

she tastes like the canned drink you passed back and forth earlier, citrus-y and sharp, her mouth dragging over your jaw, your throat, down, down, down.

being on the receiving end all the time, you’d think you’d be used to it by now, the way she drops to her knees without hesitation, hooks your legs over her shoulders and dives in like she’s starving.

and yet—

“ellie—” you gasp, grabbing at her hair as her tongue flattens against your clit. she hums, nodding like she’s agreeing with you. you can practically feel her smug smile against your folds.

by the time you come, you’re a shaking mess, hips jerking against her mouth while she keeps going, licking you through it until you’re whimpering from the oversensitivity.

she only stops when you push at her shoulder weakly, chest heaving. she pulls back, grinning, chin slick with you, pupils blown wide.

“fuck,” you pant, collapsing back against the pillows. “you’re gonna kill me.”

ellie crawls up your body, presses a sloppy kiss to your mouth before flopping down beside you. she’s still fully dressed again, minus the pants this time. t-shirt rumpled, boxers low on her hips, legs stretched and ankles crossed casually like she didn’t just eat you out for half an hour.

and that’s when it hits you.

it’s next time.

you shift, rolling onto your side to face her. “your turn.”

ellie blinks, mid-swipe at her mouth. “huh?”

“don’t ‘huh’ me.” you prop yourself up on an elbow. “you just made me come so hard my fucking calf cramped. let me get you back.”

she groans, dragging a hand down her face. “baby you don’t have to—”

“nope.” you’re already climbing over her, straddling her thighs before she can finish the sentence. “boxers. off.”

ellie stiffens under you, brows knitting. “i—nah, it’s fine. i’m good.”

you narrow your eyes. “ellie.”

she tries for a laugh, and it sounds… nervous. “seriously, don’t worry about it. i like this better—taking care of you. that’s enough for me.”

“bullshit.” you lean down, fixing her with a glare. “i can practically feel your clit thumping away under me right now. let me take care of you.”

for a second, she looks like she’s going to argue. then you kiss her—hard, deep, swallowing whatever excuse was on her tongue. by the time you pull back, she’s breathing heavy, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide like she’s already halfway there.

“good girl,” you murmur, fingers sliding under the waistband of her boxers.

she groans, head tipping back against the pillow. “fuuuck, don’t say that.”

you grin against her jaw. “not even naked yet and you’re already swearing?”

“shut up,” she mutters, but her hips lift just enough to let you tug her boxers down.

you want to take your time. you’ve been waiting for this—for weeks, months maybe, if you’re being honest. and now that she’s finally bare beneath you, thighs tense and trembling just from anticipation? you’re going to enjoy every second.

“relax,” you tell her softly, pressing a kiss to her knee before settling between her legs.

“tryin’,” she grits out, knuckles white where she’s gripping the sheets.

and then you touch her. just one slow drag of your fingers through slick, puffy folds, and she jolts like you shocked her.

“jesus,” she hisses.

your brows shoot up. “sensitive much?”

“don’t—fuck, don’t start,” she groans, eyes screwing shut.

you laugh under your breath, your fingers now circling her clit in light, consistent swirls. “i‘m not even inside yet.”

she doesn’t answer—just makes this wrecked, desperate sound that shoots straight to your core, her body drawn tight.

and then, before you can even tease her again, it happens.

one finger barely pushing in, your thumb mushing at her clit, movements out of practice—and ellie arches off the bed, chokes on a moan, and comes.

hard.

like, full-body trembling, thighs clamping around your wrist, breath hitching in ragged bursts.

you freeze, staring up at her. “holy shit—did you just—”

“hah— ah” she slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle another punched out moan, mortified.

“oh my god.” you’re half-laughing, half-gaping. “ellie. that was—what, thirty seconds?

“shut up,” she mutters into her palm.

you choke on a laugh. “babe.”

“shut the fuck up.”

you crawl up her body, straddling her hips again. she won’t look at you—ears pink, face buried in her arm now.

“is this why you never let me touch you?” you press softly.

she groans, low and miserable. “maybe.”

“ellie.” you can’t stop smiling now, biting your lip to keep your grin at bay. “you’re—fuck, that’s adorable.”

her head snaps up, nose scrunching. “don’t fucking call it that.”

“fine.” you lean down, kissing away the wrinkles. “hot as fuck, then.”

she glares like she wants to argue but then groans and flops back dramatically. “god, kill me. shoot me dead. right here, right now.”

you hum, dragging your fingers lightly over her stomach, watching the muscles beneath ripple at the touch. “he can’t. i’m not done with you yet.”

her eyes go wide. “wait—what? i don’t think i can handle another—”

you grin slow and wicked, shaking your head. “nah, we’re not going again right now. but we are fixing this.”

“what do you mean ‘fixing this?’ fixing what?”

“it’s okay if you come quick,” you rush to clarify quickly, not wanting to offend her anymore than you already had. “we can practice.”

“it’s not a fucking sport!”

“mm.” you kiss her jaw, smiling against her skin. “you’re right. it’s a challenge.”

“fuckin’ christ,” she mutters, but you feel the hitch in her breath when your hand teasingly drifts lower again.

and in your head, the a plan begins to form—multi-stepped and dangerous and thrilling as hell.

this work is mine. please don’t repost, copy, or publish elsewhere without permission. thank you!

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @macaroni676 @claralikesellie @elliepoems

[femmedolly]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ “you’re too good looking” (featuring vi)

since meeting vi after the pit fighting era of her life, you've noticed that she tends to be a bit insecure about her looks. you don't think she realizes it, but she does small things that show it.

even though she doesn't fight anymore, her forearms are always wrapped in bandages, or wearing some type of jacket. or sometimes you notice she looks at herself in the mirror for a bit too long.

she'll never admit it, no, because why would she vocalize that when she's the cockiest person you know?

but, you, and anybody with eyes really, see otherwise. vi is hot as fuck, and sometimes it's frustrating.

like now, she's sitting on the couch reading some book. you didn't catch the cover of it, but that doesn't matter because of the person reading it. how her powdery blue eyes move as she reads, how her slender fingers turn each page, how her jaw sets a certain way out of concentration. by all power of aphrodite and eros, you could pass out from how fine she is.

you sit up a bit on the other side of the couch, blinking slowly at her. after a minute, you speak up a bit. "you're too attractive."

vi's eyes snap up to look at you, her ears warming up slightly. "what?" she rasps out after clearing her throat. she's still not used to the compliments.

"you heard me. you're too attractive. it pisses me off," you frown a bit looking at her, completely serious.

she stares at you, her expressive eyes flitting between yours. "how is it pissing you off?"

you huff out softly moving closer to her on the couch, now on the middle cushion sitting on your knees. "cause, you don't notice that you're attractive. i literally have to stare daggers at women when we're out cause you look too good."

she lets out a small laugh before placing her book down open on her page onto the coffee table, tugging you closer onto her lap. "yea? you have to stare people down? are you my guard dog?" she chuckles out wrapping a loose arm around your waist.

"yes i do vi, cause you're too fine. you're causing me a lot of work, you know." you hug her neck, tracing the silver chain of her dog tags around her neck.

all she can do is laugh at your words, though they touch her deeply. the fact that you feel the need to try to run women away from her makes her feel a bit better about herself.

[serqphites]

Can I request a Drabble of reader taking out all her pent up stress by riding Ellie. And Ellie is already accustomed to reader riding tf outta her that atp she’s just watching Star Wars while readers on her 3rd orgasm. (Reader gives Ellie head later as a Ty )

this is so funny i can picture this w ellie so well LMAOO

18+, mdni, strap-on sec (r!receiving), oral sex (e!receiving), no use of y/n, not proofread, © do not post anywhere or feed my work to ai!

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your grip tightens on the headboard of yours and ellie’s bed as you repeatedly slam yourself down onto her strap. various complaints falling from your lips — the odd moan slipping out between your words.

most people would be outraged if their partner used them as an at-home anger management class, but then again, most people aren’t ellie williams. twice now you’d finished all over her strap, your come leaking onto her bare thighs; and still, you weren’t ready to stop. she couldn’t be less bothered if she tried, mindlessly agreeing with everything you say, her eyes locked on your tv behind you as her face contorts every now and then at the pleasure of the pressure on her clit.

“fuck els– and i just wish she’d listen to me, you know?! i have amazing ideas and… holy fuck! she never wants to hear what i have to say.” your head rolls back at the feel of her filling you in all the right ways, needy whines shadowing your words.

“i always wanna hear what you have to say, babe. but just hold on, this is my favourite part!” ellie sits up a little, earning a loud moan from you. she then proceeds to quote the entire ending of the empire strikes back, doing perfect (terrible) impressions of darth vader and luke skywalker. she even throws in the sound effects, and she’s surprisingly good at them!

but don’t worry, you give her a special thank you later that night after dinner; your head smushed between her thighs as a string of curses fall from her lips, her hands needily tugging at your hair. safe to say, ellie would definitely do this all over again if you asked.

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[lesmerri]

Princess

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Reader

Summary: Abby is obsessed with your tits.

Contents: nsfw, modern au, femme reader, mommy kink, tit sucking, thigh riding (kinda), vaginal fingering.

Abby! who loves taking you in your bed. Pushing you down against the pile of soft pillows, undoing the buttons on your silk pjs. Who rests her hands either side of your ribcage and kisses down your chest.

Abby! who watches you drop your head back against the pillows, the fairy lights across the headboard reflecting off your chest as she runs her tongue over your nipple before sucking it into her mouth.

Abby! who sucks your tits all the time. When you’re in her lap grinding your cunt across her thigh or if she’s knuckle deep inside you. Her mouth is on your chest.

“Fuck… mommy, please.” You moan, thrusting your hips up slightly to meet the pounding thrusts of Abby’s fingers in your cunt. Your hand threaded in her hair as she brings your nipple into her mouth, sucking on it like she’s starving.

Abby pulls away, kissing it, before propping herself up on her elbow to look at you. “You wanna cum, princess?”

You nod rapidly, your breath stuttering as her thumb starts circling your clit. “Please…”

”Please what?” Abby teases, slowing down her fingers making you whine and buck your hips up.

“Please, mommy.”

Abby! who effortlessly lifts you onto the counter in the kitchen or the bathroom, kissing you on the lips before moving down your neck. Who lifts your shirt up until it’s above your lacy bra and pulls the cup down, licking up your breast and over your nipple before swirling her tongue around it.

Abby! who loves licking and sucking hickeys across your chest. Cupping your breast in her hand rubbing a thumb over your nipple until it’s hard before taking it between her teeth.

Abby! who loves watching you get ready in the morning. Walking around in just your pj shirt and shorts. No bra, your nipples hard and accentuated under the fabric due to the cold morning. Who loves watching you go through the drawer full of bra’s, picking the prettiest lace ones to wear.

[pechaly]

IN CAPABLE HANDS

CW: injury, medical setting, blood, stitching wounds, suggestive dialogue, flirting, light intimacy, kissing

summary: Abby Anderson always seems to be injured on your shifts, coincidence?

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Abby Anderson—a professional WLF soldier who somehow always ended up injured whenever you were on shift.

This time was no different. The moment you stepped into the medical tent, you saw her. She grinned, and you simply rolled your eyes—though there was no real annoyance behind it. You’d started getting used to her always being nearby.

- So what’s it today? —you ask, cleaning your hands.

- Scars. —she states. One word, all the explanation. —On the back.

You sigh and nod, approaching her. You examine the blood-soaked tank top for a second.

- Shirt off. —you say, as professionally as you could in a situation like this.

- If you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve just asked. —Abby hums, and she swears that for a moment, your ears heat up.

Honestly? The stupidest line you’ve ever heard. Did it work? A bit.

You don’t say a word as you disinfect the wound, gently spraying alcohol over her skin. Abby frowns slightly. It’s funny—she’s probably been through countless injuries, yet still reacts to simple antiseptic. It happens a lot with soldiers; small, bundled-up wounds often hurt more than one big one.

You smile to yourself, just a little.

Abby notices.

She smirks softly, that cocky yet unmistakably human expression of hers.

- Enjoying my pain, doc? —she lifts a brow, glancing at you sideways.

- Turn around, Anderson. I’m not done yet. —you say sternly.

The way you say it—her last name clipped and sharp—makes Abby almost shiver.

She lifts a hand in mock surrender. You huff, but your calloused fingers stay careful as the needle moves in and out of her skin.

When you’re done, you pull back, staring at her bare, muscled back for just a second too long.

Fuck.

- You can… uh… put your shirt back on. —you mutter, quickly looking away as a blush creeps onto your cheeks. Holy fuck.

Abby notices your reaction, smiling slightly to herself. God—this woman. So stern, yet so shy.

She pulls her shirt back on carefully, mindful of the stitches, and stands.

- Thanks, doc. —she says softly, stepping closer.

- I have a name, you know. —you hum, trying to hide your fluster behind sarcasm.

- Want me to use it? —she asks, her voice dropping as she leans in to face you fully.

The way she says it makes your mind wander. For a split second, your eyes flick to her lips—and she notices. You know she does by the way her smirk turns into a full grin.

Abby usually isn’t one for openly expressing affection, but damn—you make her feel safe.

- You’re blushing, doc. —she says calmly, still grinning.

You try to turn away, but her hand finds your chin, stopping you. Not harsh. Never harsh.

- Tch.

Her grin softens into a smile as she finally kisses you—unable to resist any longer. Her hands cup your face as you kiss her back. She tastes warm and familiar, her calloused fingers steady as her lips move against yours with the kind of desperation only someone who truly wants this can have.

God, you’re fucked—in all the possible ways.