𝑚𝑒 - twenty-three, she/her, queer, multi-fandom, shifter. lover of robin buckley, diet coke, and taylor swift.
𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 - minors dni with my 18+ marked work. this is an adult space! i do not consent to having my work posted elsewhere. this is my only account across all platforms. i only write (insert character) x fem reader.
i just wanted to let you guys know i’m doing well!
this acc definitely fell off the face of the earth, and i know lots of you guys have reached out, which is so kind. i thought i could give a life update 🫶🏻
to be honest, i was using writing/posting here to cope with my abusive relationship that i was unable to get out of at the time. this was my escape from what i was experiencing irl, but since then, i got myself out, and i’m in the happiest, most incredible relationship of my life with a woman im going to marry. i finished my degree, adopted a kitty, and i just landed my very first full time job. life is veryyy different from when i was posting full time here!
i’ve tried every couple months to get back into writing, but it honestly just didn’t hit the same, and i wasn’t producing anything i was actually proud of. i have about 52 drafts on here as of right now….whoops. i’d love to start posting as often as i used to again, but i just don’t have that spark anymore, because i mean to be real, i have that spark in real life now.
i need you guys to know that not a day goes by where i don’t think about this account and all the amazing people i interacted with. you guys really helped me in ways i can’t describe.
i’d love to come back on here in some capacity, but i’m not sure what that looks like for me just yet. what i do know is i love the community i’ve built and i hope ya’ll would be excited for anything new from me, even if it’s not writing. it’s going to take time, but i think it’ll be worthwhile. i am planning on reworking my masterlist for those who asked, so i’ll let you guys know when that’s finished!
but anyways, i missed all of you. i can’t wait to see where this account takes me next!
pervy!neighbor!ellie who peeks out from her window at 9:00 am on the dot every morning just to get a peek at you on your morning jog. the sheer curtains brushing up against her tattoo. needy, sopping cunt stuffed with her fingers. her desperate pleas as you jog past, unbeknownst to ellie’s chorus’ of your name as her wetness coats her thighs ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ
holy shit! i hit 1k! so to thank you all, here’s a little sneak peek into the celebration….
જ⁀➴ hockey player!abby x popstar!reader
i’m so pumped to finally share this fic with you all!! it should be finished up later this week!
seriously. thank you all for 1k. this is insane, i started writing to escape my abusive relationship and i never thought id find such a supportive and loving community. i appreciate every single one of you with every ounce of my heart ⋆˙⟡♡
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one more special special thank you to all of the sweet souls who have joined my taglist. your support and kind interactions get me through even the worst days 🤍
summary ~ sub!abby x dom!reader timeee! thank you to @ghgygd for the request 🤍
warnings ~ filthy as absolute fuck, strapping (abby receiving) maybeeeee dacryphilia if you squint hard
authors note ~ i need to go rub SEVERAL out after writing this good god….anyways reqs are open angels!!
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*ping!*
angel 🪽 ~ alright pretty girl, when i get home i need you naked, on your knees by the bed.
angel 🪽 ~ oh, and pull out the strap, vibrator, and lube.
angel 🪽 ~ be home in 20, love you abs 🤍
abby's muscular thighs shook with excitement. you'd been out for what had felt like an agonizingly long time, like you had gone off to war and wouldn't be back for years. in reality, you'd been gone for a couple hours to take a work meeting in the next city over, but to your preciously down bad girlfriend, it felt like eons.
obeying your instruction, her inner thighs already sticky and damp with desire, she heads up to your shared room. the blonde girl plucks the toy and it's companions from your bedside drawer, placing them neatly in a line on your comforter.
checking her phone and flipping it onto the bed, abby notices she has some time to take a quick shower before your arrival. just to freshen up….of course.
and that’s how you found abby, keeled over in the thick steam, fingers plugging her gooey hole.
“out.” you demand, your girlfriend flinching at the surprising sound of you. she quickly turns off the water, stepping out of the fog, landing inches from your lips.
“hey angel! how w-“
“go lay down. ass up.”
pushing her lower lip out subconsciously, she obeys, quickly drying off her dripping, freckled skin, and landing face first into the pillows.
“now, abigail.”
oh fuck.
she shudders at the sound of her name, knowing you only use it when she’s in deep shit.
“you know i don’t have many rules, but what’s the most important one i have?” you question her, quietly shuffling off your clothes and securing your black harness around your waist, the lavender 9 inch silicone springing to life.
“i-i….can’t touch myself without permission.” she murmurs, bracing herself for the eventual impact of your hands on her plush ass.
“that’s right honey. now, because i’m feeling generous…..and i had such a bad day, im still gonna fuck you, okay? but….”
“can you show me what you were doing in the shower?” you coo, reveling in abby’s blonde head bobbling incessantly. sauntering over to the tail end of the bed, abbys thighs spread perfectly. the scene was fucking incredible, you only wish you could’ve captured that moment forever on video; abby fingering herself knuckle deep with three of her stocky digits. abby grew wetter as she noticed you attempting to mask your amused expression under taunting disappointment. as she grew closer, you notice her thighs trembling.
“enough.”
abby throws her head back at the demand, slipping her fingers out as you catch her palm, guiding her into your mouth. swirling her digits clean, you release her with a soft popping sound.
“good girl….doesnt even look like i’ll need the lube, hm?” you chuckle to yourself, inspecting her glistening cunt.
“look at you, so pretty even after punishments…” you tease, arms on either side of abby, as you reach down and ghost your warm, wet mouth over a pebbled nipple. she whines in response, bucking up her hips in despair.
“p-please….please….”
“shh, shh…..” you seal your lips to hers, unraveling her perfectly plaited braid, giving you the opportunity to tug lightly at the nape of her scalp. “so beautiful angel….” she mewls in response, your figure snaking ever so slowly down her abdomen. greedy hands quickly find their way into your hair, before you smack her away gently.
“nuh uh. you touch me and i’ll stop.” you demand, staring deep into her oceanic eyes as you spit bitterly on her clit, before sucking her in. and suddenly, tasting her, your eyes blow out, your head empty, fuzzy even; only abby’s angelic whines able to ground you in reality.
“m-m’ gna’ cum!” she yelps, her fingers fisting the sheets, desperate to touch your pretty, dampened face.
“aww, already?” responding quickly, you suck harshly on the throbbing, swollen bud, her back arching into your mouth, chanting your name like a goddamn prayer as she releases.
panting, the girl regains her composure, as you smooth down her hair for a moment. she goes to find solace in the crook of your neck, before you move away, chuckling.
“what? you thought i put this strap on for nothing?” her eyes go wide, recalling the silicone teasing her hole what felt like days ago. whining, she spreads her legs, welcoming you once more.
“nope, ass up.” you tut, lightly tapping the flesh of her thigh as her hair cascades over her flushed face, into the pillows yet again. “awe, my girl need some help?” hands finding their way into her hair, pulling it into a messy, makeshift ponytail. you tug the tendrils towards you, forcing abby away from the comfort of the pillows beneath her.
steadily inhaling, you bottom out into her in one stroke, to your….disappointment. pecking her back, you instruct her to stay where she was, while you rummage around until you found your unique, 11 inch dick, matching the color of your other straps for aesthetic, obviously. attaching it to your harness and slipping your bullet vibrator in between your clit and the fabric, you reassume your position. abby moans feeling the girth of your new appendage, her head nearly hitting the safety of the pillows before you yank her scalp back once again.
“s-s’….too big…” she cries out.
“if it’s ‘too big’, then why are you still pushing your hips up on me, trying to take more?” you reply, reveling in your girlfriends sticky cunt swallowing your dick.
“such a slut….missed this pretty pussy so much today….just wanna breed her so bad.”
abby wails in response, gummy walls pulsing around your dick as she fucks herself up against you while you thrust, sinful smacking of skin filling the space.
“y-yeah?” you pant, “you want me to breed you abs? d-don’t- hgnh- worry, gonna fill you up like you deserve.” the buzzing of the vibrator was driving you damn near insane along with your girlfriend plastered out on the bed looking like a painting, sweat glimmering on her tanned freckles.
“g-gna’ cum in this pussy….” groaning, abby clenches around you, while you pick up the pace to an unforgiving tempo.
“ah….ah….ah!” she exhales with every pounding thrust, the image driving you over the edge. it seems like abby is joining you, with a chorus of your name.
as the hazy white around your high fades, you find abby’s all too familiar figure, pressing sweet, tender kisses to her neck. she grumbles back to life, swiping her sweat from her eyebrows with her forearm.
“so….hard day at work?” she chuckles, pulling you into her arms, fingers weaving through your frizzed out hair.
summary - short n sweet ellie x swiftie!reader fluff for your souls!!
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“ellieee,” you groan, her nu metal practically shaking her side mirrors, how she hasn’t blown out the speakers is beyond you. “i love you. i love your music. if i hear limp bizkit for one more minute i might die.”
your girlfriend sighs, and changes gears on her old beat up truck as you reach a red light, out in what seems to be, well, the middle of nowhere. ellie’s late night drives were always perfect, she always found the most majestic looking places without even trying. tonight was perfect, a sweet, crisp summer evening. somehow, you made it up a gorgeous mountain, the late setting sun painting a lavender and peach hazy sky.
“alright….just this once.”
one thing about ellie? do NOT mess with her radio while she’s driving. but when you gaze up at her with those doe eyes and puffy lips, she can’t help but give in to you.
giggling, you plug your phone into the aux, immediately going to a playlist you made just for the occasion. you’ve been waiting for your opportunity.
taylist (ellies version) 🌿
“dude! seriously?” she chuckles, her calloused hand palming the wheel, face flushed.
“whaaat! i need to convert you!” you whine, shuffling the playlist, one of the many folklore songs you added popping up on the dashboard.
cardigan - folklore
⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻
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humming along, you follow the moons perch up in the sky, fleeting through trees and houses.
as the chorus begins, ellie’s demeanor softens. she never disliked taylor, but it wasn’t really her style. but this…was music she could feel. the way you knew every note like it was the story of your life was magnetizing. it was nothing like the pop hits she usually heard the blonde belting out on the radio.
as ellie reaches another red light, she grips your chin softly, pulling you into an enchanting kiss, the glow of the stop light in the distance.
“well what was all that for, stupid?” you giggle into her lips, her eyes glued to you the entire time.
“i dunno….the song just made me feel that way….i guess?” she chuckles, the light turning a bright green. after a moment of hesitation, ellie speaks again.
i lowkey feel like abby would have a slapping/spanking kink.. like everytime yall were doing it, she would slap you every now and then
oHHHHMYGOD YES. a lil short drabble for now because i have a lot of things to do today but i might make a pt. 2 for this 🪽
“nuh uh. look at me or i’ll fuckin stop.” abby commands, grasping your chin harshly and pulling your tear stained face to meet hers.
“s’ too big abs!” you squeal under her new nine inch strap, her hips snapping into yours relentlessly.
“y’can take it…..you’re always such a good girl fr’me.” she grumbles, frizzy blonde locks fraying out of her signature braid.
“s’too much!” you sob, burying your head into her neck as she pounds into your pillowy walls.
“shut the fuck up and take it.” she spits, slapping you across the cheek just hard enough for it to sting. you gush all over her dick in response, creamy white christening her new toy.
“how fuckin sick you are…you gushin’ over that huh?” she chuckles, bringing a calloused finger to your swollen clit, massaging in fast, airy light circles.
“m-mhm! abs please! please lemme cum!”
“awww, my girl needs to cum? beg.”
her eyes darken with desire, as you babble endless nothings over how good you’ll be, how you’ll do anything, if she lets you unravel underneath her.
could you maybe write something about abby comforting reader because she has past trauma from being in a toxic relationship?
kind of like reader does something wrong and freaks out but abby like helps her?
of course baby! hope you enjoy ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
warnings - talks of past toxic relationship, dark inner thoughts
authors note - my messages are always open for all of you, no matter what.
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the rejuvenating breeze whisks through the french doors that enter out to abby’s backyard. it’s been a quiet day, abby needing to go to a work meeting early in the morning, so you decided to help out and do some chores to surprise her when she arrived back home.
humming along to the taylor swift song soaring over the radio, you pluck out the sheets you just washed, going to throw them straight into the dryer before noticing the pinkish hue plaguing the typically bright white fabric.
darkness washes over your once bright demeanor, knowing that abby spent a good amount of money on those nice sheets with the high thread count. you rummage through the washer, fishing out your bright pink shorts you thought you threw in with the last load.
stupid bitch. this is all your fault. you deserve this.
the sound of the garage door opening, and abby’s keys jingling in the door makes your stomach turn.
“hey babe, brought you a coffee!” abby hums, turning the corner into the laundry room where you’re hyperventilating over the open washer. the dizzying weight of what you just inflicted crushing you.
“hey hey hey,” she coos, setting your coffee down on the ironing board, engulfing you in her endlessly broad arms. “tell me what happened.” the blonde girl insists, wiping a stray tear from your eye.
“n-no…no!.” you sob, mascara stained tears dripping onto abby’s luckily dark button up.
“okay, okay….” she replies, smoothing down your hair and lifting you up to sit on the washer. “can you breathe with me? that’s it, good job.”
abby knew about your last relationship well. she figured it out pretty quickly after you cried the whole night over dropping a glass one of the first times you slept over. but abby’s abby, and she would go to the ends of the earth for you. so that next morning she spent on youtube watching other women who recovered from toxic relationships, trying her best to understand where your nightmarish thoughts come from, and how she can assist in handling them. she knows the ins and outs, and always insists on doting over you, even when you express that you feel like a burden.
“deep breath in for four…i know, hold it for four…out for four…hold it for four. can we repeat that?”
you nod, pressing your forehead to abby’s, connecting your breath.
“m-m’ sorry abby…..i-i just wanted to help,” you pant out, “and wash your sheets but i’m stupid and- and i stained them pink.”
you wince, preparing for the worst reaction possible.
but it’s abby.
running a calloused hand over the stained sheets, she starts giggling.
“well, pink is your favorite color isn’t it love? now i’ve got a piece of you in my room.” she affirms, swiping a stray tear from your eye. “and you’re not stupid at all. it was an honest mistake baby and besides, they’re just sheets.”
“y-you’re not mad?”
“wouldn’t dare to think it.” abby reassures.
all that tortured your spirit mere moments ago immediately melted away into abby’s honey sweet manner. “c’mon, i brought you some coffee from that new place that opened down the road, you wanna try it?” you nod, as abby helps you down, pulling you into her pine scented chest and pressing her lips tenderly to your hairline.
i’m gonna close hazel callahan requests for a bit! not because of anything in particular, i’m just really struggling every time i write her and i want the inspiration to come back naturally! but don’t worry whenever i do post for her i will let all you hazel girlies know 🤍
Can u do a little story on Ellie comforting reader after a panic attack? This is my first time requesting and ily and ur story's smmm!!
yes sweet angel!! thank you so much!
warnings - reader has a panic attack, nondescript reason for the event
authors note - i love you all. if you ever need support, my dms are always open for anything. anxious girlies rise 🫡
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you don’t deserve her. you deserve nothing. you are nobody.
vision getting hazy quickly, you knock against the walls of yours and ellie’s shared apartment to signal something, anything to your girlfriend, all while fighting your body to allow you the essence of life. where is she?
“el….el!….”
the thoughts overtake your consciousness. lungs heaving, you collapse on the glacial tile of your bathroom, tugging on your hair to distract from the dizzying nightmares plaguing you.
“hey, honey i heard a crash is-“ ellie asks nonchalantly, before setting her eyes on her girlfriend, curled up on the floor, fighting for consciousness.
“hey, hey. it’s me. it’s just me.” ellie explains, sitting her back up against the bathtub, pulling you to sit upright against her chest. “it’s just me,” putting light pressure on your shoulders, your tears pattering onto her forearms. “you’re safe here. we’re at home, nothings getting through me, okay?” the auburn girl coos, breathing steadily against your back, her body practically begging for you to join in unison. to no avail, your breathing worsens, your limbs beginning to tremble. ellie gently, but quickly flips you towards her, quickly shedding herself of her rings as to not overwhelm you when she plants her hands on your cheeks tenderly.
“i know it’s scary. m’ not goin’ anywhere honey….oh, and- and chai is downstairs- and dude…he took the biggest shit today and that fucker missed the litter box….” she chuckles, your breathing slowly beginning to shakily restore itself. you girlfriend just can’t help but be a dork no matter the situation, it’s one of your absolute favorite things about her.
“you don’t need to tell me what’s wrong, but you know i’ll never judge you. i love you.” she reassures you, pressing her lips to a stray tear staining down your skin. the heavy white fog that plagued your vision softens, the familiar design of ellie’s tattoo coming into focus. you reach a quivering finger out, tracing the moths wings.
“y’want some sour gummies? tap my left hand for yes, right hand for no.”
you flick her left knuckle gently, cracking a weak smile.
“there’s my girl. here, i’ll help you.”
ellie encapsulates you in her muscular limbs, the all too familiar scent of sandalwood and citrus flooding your senses. her worn out flannel the perfect spot to find solace from your worries.
as ellie sits you down on the couch, the tortoise shell blur of your kitten races by.
“hey! c’mere you little fuck!” ellie taunts, capturing your sweet cat with a protesting meow, placing him in your lap. chai immediately curls up against you, purring gently. “now you better be nice to her.”
ellie reappears quickly with a bag of sour worms and a glass of water, pulling your legs over her lap. how attentive she is, sensing every shift in your body language, happily adjusting anything possible just to pull that heart melting smile out of you.
“t-thank you.”
“s’my job stupid. i love you.”
you giggle softly, plucking a gummy worm out of her calloused fingers.