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since i have like nothing up rn, this is mostly for show hehe. will start posting writings & stuff soon though. asks r always open.

abby anderson hcs (18+)

ellie williams x reader chapter fic (in progress)

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Ი︵𐑼 PROLOGUE — first day jitters

scrape your knee / it is only skin

your girlfriend’s car comes to a slow stop in the parking lot of Clay Nest, the surprisingly inviting pottery studio you’ve been dreading for days now. the familiar warmth of the passenger seat grows cold as you force your weight onto it, hoping it will keep you from leaving. minutes pass, and neither of you says a word.

“are you nervous?” she asks, mostly to break the silence.

she’s nice. she takes you on lovely dates, buys your favorite flowers every week, your friends all like her, and she loves you. you love her too, you think. or at the very least, you love being with her. it feels nice and sweet and safe and smooth. in two weeks, you will have been together for eight months. eight nice, sweet, safe, smooth months.

for a few weeks now, there has been a noticeable shift in your relationship. naturally, being the sweetheart that she is, your girlfriend suggests taking up a hobby together, using that time to bond. you both land on pottery — she likes working with her hands, and you like pretty things.

“yea, kinda. i don’t even know why,” you chuckle in response.

she smiles and rubs your arm, which has unintentionally formed into a tightly held fist.

when she opens the door and you step in, flats clicking away, the sight makes you audibly gasp. deep brown wooden chairs and tables, dark green plants and flowers as far as the eye can see, finished projects displayed everywhere, all illuminated by the golden sun of an august afternoon.

you take your seat near the back, comfortably hidden behind a dying potted dracaena, and wait for your girlfriend to sit in the empty seat next to you. as the 3:30 appointment time approaches, more people and movement fill the room. small talk and laughter and admiring of the displayed works replace the idyllic silence from before. you don’t mind; it is nice to see people so excited.

“hi everyone!” a voice booms through all the chatter. eyes turn to the woman standing sheepishly in front of the entrance. an echo of ‘hi’ and ‘good afternoon’ greets her as she walks to her place in the middle of the room.

she wears a plain white fitted short sleeve, tattered baggy overalls with paint and clay stains on them, and badly laced brown boots. you could also say she wears her muscles. yes, she wears them very well. her arms flex and reveal large, toned biceps when she puts her bag down, when she picks up her wheel, when she ties her short shaggy hair into a low ponytail.

“let’s get started!” she smiles brightly, and you feel your heart speed up. but only for a moment.

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SCRAPE YOUR KNEES / IT IS ONLY SKIN

Ი︵𐑼 artist!ellie williams x student!reader

you join a pottery class with your girlfriend to ‘bond’ and try to repair your relationship. unfortunately, the student-teacher is the hottest person you have ever seen.

.ᐟ : nsfw (obv), fem!reader, sub!reader, cheating, hands hands hands ᢉ𐭩, scissoring, possessive/jealous sex, oral r!receiving & giving, strap r!receiving, thigh riding, clothed sex, reader is sooo evil, light voyeurism/public horniness, too many commas sorry i love a good pause.

? : chapter fic! semi-reg updates. not a slow burn by any means trust they will be fucking by chapter 2.

CHAPTERS 🪽

PROLOGUE: first day jitters

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ABBY ANDERSON HEADCANONS / IMAGINES

Ი︵𐑼 professor!abby anderson & student!reader

18+ sub&fem!reader. literally so horny can’t stop thinking about this. first postttt hehe, hope people like it <3 i have so much more but it’s literally making me dizzy omg #need #neeeeed #NEEEEEEED

♡ she would hold private ‘office hours’ for you over zoom, make you touch yourself for her in the camera. call you her good girl and watch the screen sooo attentively. get you all riled up, a mumbling mess. “i’m all yours, professor anderson,” you’d say as you rubbed your clit too hard and too fast, hoping she’d somehow materialize in front of you.

♡ when you’re about to cum, she’d stop touching you immediately. make you beg for her fingers, her strap, her pussy, her mouth, her. and when she felt satisfied with how desperate you are, she’d start again with a relentless pace. so hard and fast and merciless. call you “my little angel” as she fucks you like you were anything but.

♡ you’d wear little skirts and no underwear to lecture and sit in the perfect seat, so you could spread your legs when she was looking and reveal your wet cunt to her, making sure she sees what she does to you. it never fails to make her stumble on her words.

♡ after class, she’d have you sit in her seat and do your assigned work as she ate you out from under the desk. lapping at your folds and sucking on your increasingly sensitive clit like it was her last meal. even when you yelped and shook with how fucked out you were, she’d keep going until every problem was done.

♡ the way you say professor would make her head fucking spin. when she has you in missionary, strap burying into you sooooo hard it made your eyes water, she’d ask you to call her professor. “please, professor.” “yes, professor.” “i’m all yours, professor.”

♡ she’d so have a thigh kink. it’d be the only time you’d get her slightly submissive, when she hovers over you, held up by her big strong arms — furiously grinding on your thigh. she’d never let you have her at your mercy though, her hands would meet your neck and gently choke you as she kissed all over your body. she’d bite your nipples and suck and your neck and make you dizzy all over. she’d get right next to your ear and whisper (with that husky voice of hers) “fuck baby, you’re so good for me.”