im not even fckn surprised by this. FUCK TAYLOR SWIFT. swifties, if you are on tumblr, that is the first step to becoming a social justice warrior. stop defending a white woman and start fighting for ACTUAL FUCKING OPPRESSED FOLK. i just cant help but think you don't care about anyone in need if you spend your time defending taylor swift. there are no ethical billionaires, which is why this doesn't surprise me. she and her nfl husband can shove ronald reagan's bag of jellybeans up their asses. eat the rich. off with their annoying ass heads. taylor's music isn't anything special. its just the White Girl expierence. that's so boring. why not listen to 60s music?
or idk. take a moment to consume media that isn't forcefed to you by the capitalist zietguist. fuck. taylor. swift.
as mych as im like fuck ts fuck ts fuck ts i do have understandinf that some people who grew up w/ her and dont know abt all the shit she’s pulled will ve taken aback/in disbelief. like yeah its annoying how long it takes some people to come to terms with how shitty their fav celebrities are and you dont have to interact with them—but its why i specifically talk about the swifties who are actively defending her.
thinking about abby who always runs hot (hence the tank tops) with a girlfriend who is always cold. abby who slides into your bed roll when the rest of your patrol group has gone to sleep because she heard your teeth chattering from across the camp. abby who you wake up sweating beside regardless of whether it’s summer or winter because she’s a whole furnace. abby who always ends up giving you her jackets and hoodies, only wearing them at all so that you’ll smell like her when you inevitably take them. abby who warms your hands up by cupping them, blowing on them, and rubbing to create friction, begrudgingly murmuring, “would be nice if you get back to base with all ten fingers still attached.” abby whose presence you recognise before you even turn around because she’s a radiator at your back. abby who lets you warm your hands by slipping them under her t-shirt, and your cold feet by pressing them against her calves at night. she complains, but secretly, she’s glad for any excuse you have to touch her. abby who only ever gets goosebumps when she’s near you, because you affect her more than the iciest of winters.
eating out perv!loser!abby while she studies for finals..
abby was supposed to be studying.
you told her you’d help her focus. that you’d be quiet. that she could just keep going through her biochem flashcards while you sat under the desk with your cheek against her thigh, like some obedient little support animal.
but when your hands kept wandering, you remembered how good she sounds when she’s so damn noisy. so, one thing quickly led to another.
“fuck—baby, slow down,” she gasped, head tipping back against her chair. one hand clutched a pen, the other gripped the edge of the desk like it was life support. “you’re gonna make me forget everything i—oh my god.”
you only hummed, tongue dragging lazy circles over her clit as her thighs twitched around you. her glasses slid slightly down her nose from the sweat beading at her brow, but she didn’t reach up to fix them—too busy trembling from the mouth you’d buried between her legs.
“you said—” her voice cracked. she tried again, whinier this time. “you said you were just gonna sit there…”
you smiled against her, smug. she was trying so hard to sound mad. you didn’t reply, just sucked a little harder, flicked your tongue exactly the way you knew she liked, and felt her hips jerk against your mouth in response.
her hands gripping onto the desk, a flashcard crumbling in her grasp. she couldn’t control her movements, with every flick of the tongue came a loud moan and bucking hips.
“fuck, i’m not gonna finish this review guide,” she whimpered. “and i need to—i have to—oh, god, i’ve thought about this so many times…”
you broke away, a string of arousal connecting your lips to her cunt. “…what?”
abby groaned, high and breathless, thighs squeezing around your head like she hadn’t meant to say that. “fuck,” she mumbled. “nothing. forget it.”
but you didn’t. your hands slid under her hoodie, fingers pressing into the flushed skin of her hips. you kissed the inside of her thigh before murmuring, “how many times?”
“don’t ask me that,” despite her trying to keep her voice down, she moaned at your touch. “it’s fucking embarrassing.”
“abby,” you purred, licking up the slick mess between her folds, “how many times have you thought about me tongue-fucking you just like this?”
she let out a loud whine at your words. her big, pathetic blue eyes glistening in the warm light. your eyes drift down to her lips, watching the way she gnaws on the bottom one out of nervousness.
“fuckin’—i don’t know,” she whispered, her voice raw and broken from the amount of moans she’s let out. “every week. every time you wear those stupid short shorts and bend over to pick up your charger. or when you stretch in front of me after a nap. i can’t think when you’re like that.”
your heart thudded at her lewd words. to think there’s been countless where you’ve accidentally aroused her made your ego spike. your nails dig into her supple skin, your tongue lapping at her cunt like she’s your only source of hydration.
“you think about me going down on you while you study?” you asked, keeping your mouth open so she can see the way her clit catches on your wet muscle. “me under your desk, eating you until you’re all whiny and shaky?”
“yes,” she hissed, hips grinding against your face now, completely gone. “yes, please, just—don’t stop—i’m close, oh my fuckin’, you’re so pretty.”
you kept going until she came with a strangled moan, notebook falling from her desk and flashcards scattering across the floor. you couldn’t get enough of her taste, and how beautiful she looks above you. fucked out, begging for a break, but you couldn’t give her that.
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who is so nervous around you at first, stumbling on her words way more than she’d usually do and turning into a blushing mess whenever you so much as ask her a question. gets sooo embarrassed when she says something that comes off dumb but forgets about it once you smile sweetly at her.
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who loves to have you over at family video, specially when you surprise her with her favorite cookies because you know she’s having a boring shift. has you sitting pretty while she reorganizes the movie tapes and refuses any type of help you offer (unless you give her puppy eyes <3).
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who drools at sight of you in one of her large sleep t-shirts, throwing you suspiciously long glances until you realize she’s practically begging for a make out. is an absolute sucker for the sloppy kissing at sleepovers, hands slipping under her shirt engulfing you to pull your warm skin closer to her.
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who rambles about you to steve <33 talking his ear off about how perfect you are and how she hopes she doesn’t ever do something embarrassing that will scare you away. and even though he’s called her whipped multiple times, steve’s glad robin’s found someone and honestly hopes to find a relationship like yours someday. is so protective of the both of you and activates dad mode when someone looks weird at you.
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who puts you in a pedestal, you are her person and making you feel otherwise is never an option. has so many pictures of you, some of the displayed on her wall next to ones with her friends and one that she keeps on her bag just because <3 you hate quite a few of them because she takes them mostly when you’ve just woken up or are caught of guard but that’s when she thinks you look the prettiest :)
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who gets unusually touchy everytime you’re with her, subconsciously sitting next to you or standing close. loves to have her pinkie linked with yours when she can’t do more, squeezing you in a tight hug as soon as you’re alone.
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who knows you’re in the room just by the smell of your perfume. it’s her favorite smell in the whole world and the reason why she steals your clothes more than often. you can be sure that everytime you both cuddle robin will be nuzzling into your neck, pressing kisses there and mumbling about how good you smell <3
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who mentions you as her lady when talking to other people who know about the both of you, treating it as if you are her literal wife and always brags about you at any chance.
“oh sorry i can’t today, got something planned with my lady.”
.☘︎ ݁˖ girlfriend!robin who is giggly around you, making the silliest jokes ever and laughing at whatever joke you attempt to make, even if it’s a really bad one.
౨ৎ records you riding her without asking, saves it in a folder on her desktop named taxes and watches it every time she’s left alone with nothing but her hand to keep her pussy company, the filthy video reflecting on her too-big, nerdy glasses.
౨ৎ pulls you into her lap during dinner just so she can innocently grind her thigh up into you and call you dramatic when a soft mhph slips out.
౨ৎ asks if you’re ovulating just to get on her knees and say she can “smell it,” and she can—this fuckin’ horndog swears she can taste it in your sweat, savour it in the air, and see it in the sway of your hips.
౨ৎ moans your name into your pillow when she humps it on days you’re too tired to fuck—cause she’d never dare push you into anything you don’t feel like doing. she’ll even give you a five-star massage and put you to sleep. either way, she always leaves a sticky patch on your side of the bed like a dog in heat marking territory.
౨ৎ gets a rush from public stuff. like letting her fingers brush the inside of your thigh under the dinner table at family events, then gaslighting you right after. “what a snowflake, i wasn’t even doin’ anything.”
౨ৎ manifests sex by walking around the house with a white, see-through tank top and Calvin Klein boxers. ngghhh.
౨ৎ masturbates to your voice notes when you’re at work—casual, boring updates about what you’ve eaten or done—and she’s fingering herself to your laugh like it’s the best porn she’s ever witnessed. obsessed much? nah. she calls it devotion. same goes for the sound of your voice during arguments, she replays voice memos where you’re yelling at her and imagining you doing it naked. she needs you mean. it’s a necessity, not a want.
౨ৎ presses her strap into your ass while folding laundry together, completely deadpan, like she’s not wearing that thing just to get you dripping. “oops. my bad.”
౨ৎ fucks you in front of the huge mirror hanging in your bedroom so she can see your face falling apart in real time, pulling your hair while hissing, “look at you, look at what i do to you,” and she pounds you like she’s trying to milk your womb and get you pregnant. she cruelly slows down when you’re about to cum, “i know, i know baby—it’s too much, but you’re takin’ it so good,” and won’t stop until your legs shake. keeps going even when you sob, pressing apologetic kisses to your neck and the blade of your shoulder. “one more, i know you’ve got one more in you, for me, c’mon.”
౨ৎ moans your name while she comes in her boxers from dry humping your soaked pussy, shaking like an electrocuted virgin, “fuckfuckfuck baby, i’m gonna cum.” #bringdryhumpingback
౨ৎ gets emotionally and spiritually hard off watching you sleep. not in a romantic way either. she just stares at your parted lips, your shirt riding up, and whispers filthy things under her breath like a creep. and when you do catch her, she doesn’t even look ashamed.
౨ৎ slips her thigh between yours while you’re sleeping, just to keep you open. not even trying anything… unless you move in your sleep.
౨ৎ plays with the hem of your panties when you’re knocked out, fingertips ghosting the lacy edges. sometimes even tucks her hand under your waistband and falls asleep like that.
౨ৎ sleeptalks filth, whimpering your name. “just a taste, babe, please…” then wakes up with her boxers wet and pretends not to remember what the dream was about... even after orgasming three times in her sleep.
౨ৎ grinds in her sleep, needy little humps against the fat of your ass with her arm locked around your waist.
౨ৎ asks if she can nap between your legs, then accidentally falls asleep face-first against your pussy, arms slung around your thighs like you’re some kind of personal mattress.
౨ৎ cries if you don’t let her eat you out when you’re on your period, tells you she’s just spiritually cleansing you from the inside out and that “real love is messy.”
౨ৎ watches old videos of you gagging around her strap when you’re not home, whispering “that’s my fuckin’ wife” while she jerks herself to tears. in her defence, she’s a proud wife.
౨ৎ offers to shave your pussy for you but keeps “accidentally” bumping her knuckles against your clit between passes. “oops,” she drawls, fingers already prying your lips open.
౨ৎ tucks her strap into her boxers before bed, praying you’ll climb on and use her while she’s still asleep.
౨ৎ gets lowkey jealous of your vibrator, calls it names under her breath, and once threw it across the room because it made you come faster than she did (she set a timer). later apologized. to you, not the vibrator.
౨ৎ refuses to wash her face after you sit on it.
౨ৎ makes you sign odd contracts before sex as a joke, but they’re full of “i allow ellie to smell my armpits as much as she wants” and “ellie owns my socks now.”
౨ৎ remembers what you wore on your first date, and gets genuinely mad if you ever try to throw it away.
౨ৎ has an entire notes app filled with your old texts. every compliment you’ve ever given her, she’s written down and reads them back when her brain starts lying again. she even keeps little stolen moments trapped in polaroids of you, tucked in corners of the house.
౨ৎ makes sims of the two of you, builds fake lives, and gets jealous if sim-you flirts with npcs.
౨ৎ gets genuinely upset when you don’t tag her in italian brainrot reels or spam her with random tiktoks. “so you got a side chick, huh?”
౨ৎ says “i would’ve loved you in every lifetime,” with such passion it feels like a threat. “if your soul was reincarnated into a cockroach, i’d still marry you.”
౨ৎ shuts down for ten full minutes when you say someone else is funny, then tries to make you laugh harder just to “win” you back. when it doesn’t work, she sits there questioning everything she’s ever said to you.
౨ৎ claims she wants to be buried next to you when the day comes, and already has a google doc planning it. she showed it to you once at 2am and cried when you laughed.
౨ৎ keeps the tag from the first hoodie you ever bought her, tucked in her wallet like a family heirloom.
౨ৎ snoops through your childhood photo albums not to judge you, but to fall deeper in love with the little version of you she never got to meet :(
౨ৎ refuses to delete your old voicemails, even if they’re just about picking up milk. she has them backed up on a usb, just in case.
౨ৎ stalks your spotify activity. you listen to one breakup song and she’s immediately texting, “you okay?” all concerned like she didn’t just have a mini mental breakdown five minutes before sending that.
౨ৎ laminated screenshots of your first convo and hid them in her guitar case. when you laughed, she deadass called you toxic and didn’t speak to you until you apologized.
౨ৎ has a secret scrapbook of you, but is too shy to show you because it’s full of stolen receipts, screenshots, and the wrapper from the first snack you shared.
౨ৎ gets real quiet real fast every time you say “i need space.” (even if you just mean the couch.) her poor brain goes straight to divorce → abandonment → enemy arc unlocked.
౨ৎ asks every six months if you’d still love her if she lost all her limbs, and takes your answer very seriously.
౨ৎ tugs on your necklace while you’re talking, dragging you closer mid-sentence just to kiss you quiet, “you talk too pretty to ignore.”
౨ৎ cups your tits from under your shirt while you’re watching tv, just to keep her palms full and use them as stress balls.
౨ৎ gets pouty if you roll away from her mid-sleep, grumbling “rude” under her breath and spoons you aggressively out of spite.
౨ৎ pretends to be asleep just to see if you’ll touch her, and if you do brush her hair or stroke her side, she’s smiling into the pillow like a pathetic loser.
౨ৎ starts overthinking the moment you seem distant, even if it’s just work stress. she spirals in silence, convinced she’s done something wrong, and won’t say anything until you pry it out of her. “you’re not bored of me, right?”
౨ৎ compares herself to every girl you follow, scrolling through their pages late at night with a pit in her stomach, wondering if they’re more your type than she is. spoiler: they’re not.
౨ৎ pulls away when she’s insecure, even though she craves your touch more than anything. she goes cold, starts sleeping on the edge of the bed until you notice (you always notice). she doesn’t ask for reassurance right away, but instead she drops weird hints “you don’t have to stay with me, you know,” or “if you ever wanted someone else, i’d get it.”
౨ৎ packs your lunch with dumb sticky notes saying “eat this or i’ll cry.”
౨ৎ used to call you her wife even before she proposed, and even now, years later, she still asks if you wanna grow old together, adding a little scared “if that’s okay” at the end that breaks your heart all over again.
this girl is always finding a way to sink her teeth into you. she’ll be kissing your neck, working you up to the point of pulling those perfect pretty moans from you. letting her lips suck at the tender skin, until finally you feel that familiar sharpness of her canines.
she works her way down, nipping at the junction between your neck and shoulder, ripping a groan from your throat.
when she reaches your breasts, she’s always sure to massage them first. play with them with her hands, nimble fingers rolling softly over your nipples. of course, she can’t keep herself from taking them into her mouth and sucking; she loves the way you shiver when her tongue lolls across the sensitive buds.
and when they’re perfectly peaked and sensitive, she gets them between her teeth, tugging ever so gently until your back is arching. if she’s feeling extra bitey, she’ll nip at the fat of your tits before leaving hickeys in her mouth’s wake.
and oh, when you have her pretty face between your thighs, you can bet she’s covering the insides of them with teeth marks. it makes you ache, that harsh press of her teeth to your softest parts.
you secretly love when she gets a little rough, drawing blood and cooing at you over it. “oh, my girl, i’m so sorry,” she’ll say, thumbing at your cheek. “i should be more careful with you, hm?”
to which you shake your head, assuring her that you like when she marks you up, like when she claims you as hers in such a primal way.
finally, once she’s had a proper taste of you, she’ll clamber up to press her soft mouth to yours. she tastes like you, her lips slick with your arousal, and your head spins. she lets her tongue lick into your mouth before she’s drawing back, biting at your bottom lip and pulling.
you just can’t get enough. and clearly, neither can she.
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