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[sugarbcnes-deactivated20250717]

ellie williams is a big, tough dom until you pull on her ponytail/bun. yank hard enough and she’ll drop to her knees with a whimper, wrapping her arms around your plush thighs and begging for more as she buries her face in them. she’ll let you drag and toss her around by her auburn locks, obeying you with nothing but pleading eyes and pretty noises escaping her throat. she’s like a puppet and she’s gonna do whatever you want her to.

[jupiter-va]

To Clarify:

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free and if you disagree with that statement in any capacity fuck you, I will block you. Matter of fact, unfollow me! I haven't really gotten the chance to make a full statement about this on this platform because I've been busy, and I apologize for that, but I had the time to go through my following today and I realized that I definitely needed to block some motherfuckers.

While I'm here, fuck Neil Drunkmann and everything he stands for. I enjoy TLOU, and while I can't take back any purchases that I made in regard to the game before I knew he was a fucking Zionist, I will not be buying anything else. Fuck that remaster. I'm glad that multiplayer got canceled. I won't stop making the audios that I do, but I just wanted to make it clear that while I still enjoy the fan content and the community that enjoying the game has given me access to, I in no way plan to support literally anything that man does, now or in the future. Anyone supporting the literal genocide of a people is a horrible fucking person and I'm atheist, but I strongly believe that you will rot in the pits of Hell if you think that any of what the Israeli government/the IDF is doing is okay.

And please don't come to me with that "Oh why are you being political" bullshit. This is a straight up violation of humans rights. And if you expected a black lesbian creator to be anything but political/socially aware, I don't know what to tell you. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[catfern]

hey. i know its been a while. i just wanted to jump on here as my midterms are finishing and my love for writing is coming back. i hope to many of you i have made clear my pro-palestine stance, but for those of you who i haven't, i guess this is your formal warning.

i love and appreciate this fandom and all the wonderful people it has brought into my life, but i cannot and will not ignore that The Last of Us is born out of an incredibly HEINOUS evil. by now everyone should know the zionist intentions behind TLOU and Druckmann, and how many of the original voice cast and TV cast support these views. I think it's especially important for writers who love and enjoy TLOU characters to use our platforms to speak out and understand our own role in the fandom and the promotion of the franchise. i hope my mutuals who refuse to speak out and use their platforms for change know how coarsely i judge you, look down on you, and how much blood you have on your hands.

this isnt my farewell to the tlou fandom by any means, but im tired. i will not let anyone who follows me or is mutuals with me ignore this genocide or turn a blind eye to the suffering of a whole people.

if you love this fandom, like i do, shape it into a force for change, not fucking complacency.

[being-addie]

How to have a productive study session.

When your finals are in 2 days, and you've definitely NOT studied enough, it's normal to panic. You sit down to study and get a solid 30 minutes of calculus done, then jump down the rabbit hole called YouTube. Soon enough the dread creeps up because you're still not done.

As a girl who doesn't attend school regularly due to coaching classes I go to (I'll expand on this later), it's pretty easy to forget to study for exams and projects.

But there's nothing better than getting 98% on that exam. So I'm writing this as someone who's been scoring straight As all my life. Here's how to have a productive study session:

Note: This isn't a guide for romanticising studies. This is meant for a serious, productive session. I will, however, be making a guide to help romanticise studies because I've found it helps a lot.

Before you study

Identify what your distractions are: Let's be real, almost everyone has their phone on hand during study sessions. Put your phone on Do Not Disturb and keep it in a corner of the room. Add a few selected contacts that can reach you while your phone is on DND. If you can turn off notifications entirely, do that.

Taking measures: After I keep my phone away, my brain turns to the next thing it could be distracted by. My laptop and tablet. Put those devices in focus mode, so you won't be tempted to use any other apps and use a Chrome extension like StayFocused or WasteNoTime to not get sidetracked.

Resources: Make sure you have all your material on hand. Video lectures, notes, guides, your formula sheet, and flash cards. Keep everything on hand so you won't have to rifle through papers to find that reference sheet.

Your space: Clean your desk. Keep only the things you need. Your pens and pencils, chargers, annotation material and water bottle. If you want, light a candle. Do not clutter it unnecessarily. Your desk is a sacred space. Treat it that way.

When you sit down

The checklist: Do you have all the material required? Electronics, chargers, a snack and a drink? Water bottle? Extra pen? If you have everything beforehand, you'll be less likely to lose focus because you forgot to charge your headphones.

Make a plan: I cannot stress this enough. You'll sit down and just start studying, and next thing you know, it's 7pm and all you've done is watch videos on celebrity drama. Make a goddamn plan. Write down a realistic number of chapters you can complete and then STICK TO IT.

Begin: Reread and review your notes. I usually like to rewrite my notes in neater handwriting, because my handwriting in class is appalling. To really solidify information, I recommend the 'Blurting' method. Read a paragraph, then close the book and say what you understood out loud. Reread to see what you missed and take note. I did this for my history exam and got a 100%. This shit works for a reason. Use the Pomodoro technique to maximise productivity. Set an alarm for 25 minutes, and do intensive study. Once that's done, take a 5-minute break. Return and repeat.

IMPORTANT

Take a break: Ah yes, if you don't get up every 40 minutes or so for a break, eventually whatever you're studying will start looking like garbage and you'll be back to square one. GET UP. Walk around. STRETCH. You've been looking like a croissant🥐. Eat something. Rehydrate.

Forgive yourself: If you couldn't hit your target, don't be harsh on yourself. Find out the cause: Were you distracted? Did something unavoidable come up? Then try to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Study buddy: This is a double-edged sword. Studying with a friend can either increase your productivity by a massive amount, or it can help you get absolutely zero work done. When revising with a friend, make sure you study with someone who has the same goals as you and won't get distracted by things.

It's 2023, procrastination is cancelled. Go drink some water, eat a granola bar and finish that assignment you've been delaying. Be the person who finishes all their work, on time and perfectly. You can do it.

<3

[totheblood]

roommate!ellie headcanons

warnings: 18+ , a little smutty, not proofread at all

a/n: ai audios at the end... yum is all, pls pls reblog, like, and reply

ellie is ecstatic when she realizes she can finally move off campus this upcoming semester

ellie is all but excited when she realizes she can’t afford the two-bedroom apartment off campus on her own

she had finally saved enough money to live off campus, but now if she didn’t find a roommate on time, she would essentially be homeless

she was thinking of asking dina or jesse, but since they had just moved in together, they wouldn’t be able to get out of their lease

so she puts an ad on the university’s website, writing “NEED ROOMMATE ASAP” on the student boards

she gets like 5 applications, and not to her surprise, they are all weirdos

two of the guys who applied didn’t even go to the school and left half of the application blank

another girl asked if she could bring her two birds with her

and the last person left their name blank

the only semi-normal one was you, and when ellie went to meet you she thought, “huh, this could work.”

she gave you a half-smile, looking you up and down before asking, “when can you move in?”

she squeezed her eyes shut as you hugged her, repeating “thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over again

sighing, she lightly pushes you off of her, “not really the hugging type,” she gently taps your shoulder, something crumpling inside her when she sees you deflate

on move-in day ellie stands by the door holding it open as you and some tall guy haul in boxes together

she watches you interact with him as she decides to pitch in and help, wondering if he is your boyfriend

for roommate business only, of course

she watches as he says something to you as you bring the last box in together, watches as your eyes light up at what he says and how you laugh, and ignores the weird twisting inside her chest

after helping you set up your room, she sits on your freshly made up bed, smiling at how homey it already feels

she watches as you move trinkets around on your dresser, smiling to yourself as your hand traces the outlines of each one

“so that guy that was in here earlier,” her mouth is open before her mind decided she wanted to speak, “is he your… boyfriend?”

“oh god, no,” you laugh to yourself, shaking your head with a bright smile, “that’s rudy, he’s gay,” you plop down next to her, smoothing the sheets of your quilted bedsheets as you lean back and get a good look at her, “why? you interested?”

“i’m gay,” she replies, eyes jumping all over your face as if she’s taking you in

she breathes in deeply, smelling your scent coming off of you in waves, vanilla mixed with amber

“oh,” is all you say before looking back at her, your smile a little smaller than the teasing grin you had on earlier, “i also… like women.”

“cool,” ellie breathes out through puffed lips, ignoring how her skin burns with your eyes on her. this was not how it was supposed to be done. you’re supposed to meet the girl  first, fall in love with her, and then move in with her. this was all backward.

ellie pushes herself up off your bed, stuffs her hands in her pockets and turns around, giving you another gentle smile, “i’m gonna get ready for bed,” she lifts up her hand, pointing behind her with her thumb

she almost doesn’t notice your expression drop before you are giving her yet another sickly sweet smile and telling her goodnight

when she gets into her room that night she leans her head back on the door, rubbing her face with a small, “fuck,” coming from her lips

living with you is objectively nice

you get up and make breakfast for the both of you, you buy plants and place them around the apartment, and you get along with her

almost too well, ellie thinks

one night when you are studying together, ellie feels something shift inside her

she’s sitting at one end of the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table

you’re next to her but your feet are propped up on the small couch, your knees bent

“you’re comfortable like that?” she turns to ask you, watching over your hunched over frame

you just shrug, moving your book away from your face to look at her, “what am i supposed to do? put my feet on you?”

“i don’t mind,” ellie smiles back, grabbing at your ankle to pull your feet over her lap

the gesture has your face burning, but you just shove your face back in your book, hiding your shy smile

ellie notices, and almost throws up when she feels her heart swell at the sight

a month after that ellie wakes up to find you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast as you usually do

except this time you’re wearing only a t-shirt and underwear that show off your as-

“hey els,” you turn on your heal, “morning”

“morning,” she sighs back, biting down the urge to look at your body and sitting at the table scrolling through the phone

she does her best to ignore you, but can’t ignore the little noises you make as you lean up on your tip toes to reach something on a higher shelf,

your shirt riding up, revealing more of your stomach to her

she has to fight to ignore the dampness in her pants as she excuses herself to the bathroom, a need to release it becoming a priority for her

she begins to think you’re teasing her as every morning she wakes up and sees you in the kitchen wearing a different t-shirt and underwear combo that makes her brain mush

“how’s your breakfast?” you ask, digging in before her

“huh?” she asks, looking up at you mouth slightly open

“your breakfast,” you repeat, “how is it?”

“oh, uh,” ellie takes another bite, “it’s good, thanks”

“are you okay?” you ask, taking your own bite, “you’ve been kinda spacey these past few days”

“just a little distracted,” she shrugs, mouth half full

“by?”

“nothing,” she shakes her head, stuffing her mouth full again

“it’s not nothing if you’re distracted,” you reply, challenging her with your arms crossed

she pauses for a beat, looks you up and down, before shaking her head and laughing, “you’re unbelievable,”

a pout forms at your lips as you, open your mouth to speak again, “what does that mean?”

“you know what you’re doing,” she shrugs again, avoiding your eyes the best she can

“what am i doing?” you ask, arms crossed now, looking at her even though she isn’t looking back at you

until she is, eyes seeming to bore a hole through yours, “you walk around wearing practically nothing, you have to know that has some effect on me”

your arms fall to your sides as your mouth opens, “it does?”

“of course, it fucking does,” she bites back, “i’m only human”

“and it distracts you?” 

“sure fucking does,” she’s avoiding your gaze, looking down at her plate of eggs, moving them around the plate

“how?” you ask, making her still

“what do you mean how?” she looks up at you, both slightly scared and turned on by the look in  your eyes

“what are you thinking of when you’re distracted?”

“you. i just sai-”

“what are you thinking about doing to me?” you cut her off and suddenly she realizes the sick game you’re playing with her

she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth with the lick of her tongue, she takes a shaky breath in and stares at the plate

“i think about…” she pauses, swallowing a lump in her throat before speaking again, “touching you”

“where?” you’re quick with it, not letting her breathe before she continues

she looks up at you, before rolling her eyes, “what is this?”

“where do you think about touching me?” you push your self off the chair, moving to stand in front of her, placing a gentle hand over her hand that was placed on the table, “this okay?” you ask, to which she nods quickly

moving her hand to over your chest, you take a deep breath in, “you think about touching me here?” you ask, a smirk playing on your lips, before moving her hands down your stomach to rest on the space above your panties, “or here?” 

ellie’s breathing is unsteady, as she watches her hand placed right above where it dreamed to be, staring at the damp spot on the fabric that she can only assume is there for her

she nods her head slowly, her fingers curling in the band of the fabric before she’s gently tugging on her

you’re looking down on her, knowing completely what you’re doing and enjoying it

her green eyes look up at you through her lashes, something dark behind them as she pulls you closer to her, just by the waistband alone

you grab onto the back of her head for stability, fingers running through her hair making her lean into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed

she gently tugs down your underwear, till it pools at your feet

she turns in her chair, using both of her hands to grab at your hips, pulling you closer to her

her lips press a gentle kiss to the spot below your bellybutton, before looking back up at you

“you’re so fucking pretty,” she coos, her voice soft, as her hands rub up and down your sides

“don’t want to distract you,” you tease, your fingers still caught up in her hair

“you can distract me when ever you want,”

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[guacemolyarts]

mrs and mrs 🎃

[ladyyyybugfemme]

NSFW AUDIO | MDNI

i totally imagine ellie fucking you like this oh my god

[millersaurora-deactivated202312]

alright. more phone sex with long distance relationship ellie for that one anon!

[mdni]

whimpering thinking about the idea of ellie being so desperate for you that she'll call you while knowing the difference in the time zones— even if it means you're probably working on something at that moment. she's just so pussy drunk that anything else doesn't matter. your voice is the only thing to get her off despite the fact that her boxers have been sopping wet since minutes.

"we can do it together," she convinces you for the nth time. "you know how good it feels, remember last week?"

her quivering pants are easy to be recognized through the phone, you can feel your own thighs clenching thinking about her other hand shoved between her legs. it'd probably be messy, judging the shameless pictures she's been showing you since a while. a dejected sigh followed by a squirm as you give in to her request, teeth latching to your bottom lip as you consider the right words that don't cause her to act cocky about your acceptance of the offer.

"only because i'm having a day." you mumble, shuffling to bring your own hand down to the mess she's responsible for. just a few words in that raspy, demanding tone and she has you pulsing under your shorts like it's your first time talking to someone on a phone. it's certainly been a first doing a lot of things you'd never with anyone else but her, at least. "and then you can— i dunno, go to sleep or something."

that's how you find yourself with a hand clamped over your mouth mid-afternoon, following your girlfriend's instructions while simultaneously trying your level best to help her with the same. it's a lot of work to form sensible words with the intensifying throbbing in your clit, but ellie has already assured you that your mere stutters and the faint sounds of you rubbing yourself is enough to get her off. "better than the stuff i keep hoarded" is what she'd mentioned last week— your fingers pumping in and out at a speed that had your wrist ache the rest of the day while ellie slept back in her bed peacefully.

"els— fuck, 's too much i—"

"you what, baby?" she questions, voice shaking even though her question seems genuinely confident. it's one of the many things that you find adorable about her. "wanna— mh, shit— wanna go faster for me? make yourself cry without even having me there?"

it's intriguing she knows how effortlessly she makes you cry over the phone through some mere instructions. if she really were here you'd have sobbed a long while ago. there wouldn't be room to tease her or make negotiations. whatever ellie says goes. all the time.

so, you pry your legs open wider and begin to rub your clit faster while imagining— hoping it could be ellie's fingers instead. you're sure she's got a similar scenario playing in her head considering the gradually louder moans that make way to your ears and have your tummy flipping. if she's not cocky with her words, she's letting her actions do the work. you'd never done a great job at hiding the effect her voice had on you, it's expected from her to take advantage of that weakness.

"oh no, keep going— just the way you're doing it," her voice is surprisingly gentle compared to whatever is brewing up in her head. "i want to have you fucked out before clocking out. think you can give it to me? y'know how fucking wet i get helping you out, right?"

[scokslvoer]

giggles kicks my legs blushes teehee omg

#emiespeaks #millersaroura

[abbysfawn]

HAVE U GUYS HEARD THIS YET?? it’s an nsfw rp audio and it sounds like abby omg holy shit

[glowstickfracture]

here it is!! firefighter!abby getting the call that ur literally flipped over dying lol

@ non who requested this, i hope i do it justice.

cw: car accident, blood/injury, lots of angst/grief. squint SUPER DUPER HARD at any typos haha thx!!

she should’ve said ‘sorry.’ she wished she could take it all back. wished for one more chance. because she couldn’t be certain she’d get another.

abby’s palms were clammy the whole drive. she was unable to calm her rapid heartbeat, chest tightening with each breath. why was she so fucking stubborn? why couldn’t she swallow it for one second and admit she was wrong?

“fuck!” she slammed her hand against the steering wheel. why’d she have to yell? why’d she let you walk out, to drive away? the sirens of her squad car wailed through the night as she sped to the scene. abby’s own pulse drummed in her ears, making it even harder to think.

pulling up, abby screeched to a halt behind the rescue truck. she threw her door open, jumping out and looking everywhere at once. a rescue medic rushed up to her.

“show me,” abby demanded, although her voice was already wavering. the medic pointed across the street to a car flipped on its back. her heart dropped to her stomach. her veins ran cold as she rushed up to your vehicle, tears already clouding her vision. a firefighter stepped between abby and the wreck.

“anderson, wait,” the firefighter began. “we haven’t-“

abby reached out and roughly grabbed the fireman by his shoulders. “get the fuck out of my way,” she growled, shoving him aside. now face-to-face with your flipped car, abby froze, re-living your argument.

“jesus christ, abby, will you just listen for a second?” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “i don’t think it was that big of a deal.”

abby threw her hands up. “we’ll i’m glad it wasn’t a problem to you.” her tone was harsh, and it stung.

“abs, it was just a party,” you sighed. “she wasn’t even doing anything flirty, she just wanted to talk.”

“that’s bullshit.” abby crossed her arms. “i heard the way she spoke to you, how she made you laugh.” she was ashamed of her jealousy, so she channeled it into rage. “and she bought you a fucking drink?!” her nostrils flared. “shit, if you wanna flirt around so bad then go ahead.”

you couldn’t believe she was being so dense. “you know what?” you huffed, grabbing your car keys. “maybe i fucking will. i’ll see you later, abby.” you slammed the door on your way out, leaving abby to ruminate over her actions. shaking her head, she decided to go to the gym in your apartment building. nothing better than working out your anger.

she was on her third set when her phone rang. abby slammed the weight down and picked up her phone.

“what do you want, williams?” she grumbled. “i’m off call tonight.”

“abby,” the voice on the other line began, “something happened. i’m going to send call details to your phone. get there now.” abby grumbled while she pulled on her boots. “this better be fucking good.”

snapping back to the present, abby’s tunnel vision kicked in. your passenger door was completely totaled. broken glass and metal debris littered the street. the car that hit you was some 50 feet away, also trashed. but fuck the other car and fuck the other driver. she dashed up to the passenger side and looked in through the broken window. you’re lying upside down, unmoving. a river of crimson is flowing down your cheek. one of your arms bent in a way it probably shouldn’t. abby’s forehead immediately breaks out in sweat. a wave of nausea washed over her, body heaving.

“oh shit,” she choked out, “oh fuck.” there was no way in hell she was waiting for the rescue squad. circling around, she dropped down to the windshield. her beefy arm flexed as she swung it back before forcing her elbow through the glass. the impact caused the car to rock. your eyes flutter. your head is pounding. through your blurred vision, you see a broad frame reaching through the windshield. blinking, you cough out, “abby?”

“hold on, baby.” her voice cracked as she reached for your broken body. “i’m here, okay? you’re gonna be okay.” abby was shaking as she looped her arms under your shoulders and dragged you out. you let out a strangled moan as your broken arm flopped to the side. “fuck.” her chest tightened. “i’m so sorry.” abby cradled you in her arms, williams approaching with a stretcher.

“holy shit, chief,” williams’ eyes widened at the sight of abby’s elbow, dripping with blood. “did you just-“

“get her in the truck.” abby’s stone cold voice would sound mean to anyone else, but you knew. you knew she hid all her pain behind that hard exterior. you knew she wanted to curl up in a ball and cry because her guilt was eating her alive. but she couldn’t, because she had to be strong for you. two other medics lifted your cot into the truck. abby shoved her way through to rest on the bench next to your head. there was nothing but remorse in her eyes. you squinted under the harsh lights of the ambulance. a wave of dizziness hit you, forcing them shut again. you felt a big, shaky hand reach out and cover yours.

“i need you to stay awake for me, baby.” abby’s breath trembled. “dont close your eyes.” her voice was muffled, drowned out by the ringing in your ears.

“abs?” your voice barely came out a whisper. abby’s expression didn’t change, but a small hint of relief danced in her eyes.

“it’s alright,” she comforted, lifting her free hand to subtlety graze your cheek. “dont talk.”

brows knitting together, you croak, “is everything supposed to be this dark?”

abby’s head spun, relief quickly melting back into panic. you felt her touch freeze. “no, baby girl, it isn’t.” her heartbeat skyrocketed. a sharp pain pierced her chest. “just-” she swallowed, rubbing the back of her neck. “keep your eyes open.” you wanted to comply, but you were just so tired.

“m’sleepy, abs.” you panted. your body slumped, any remaining strength fading away. “think m’gonna-”

“no.” her grip on your hand tightened, muscles tensing. “don’t you fucking go to sleep.”

“jus’ one minute,” you muttered. “i-”

“stop it.” the harshness in her tone took you by surprise. “you have to stay awake,” she pleaded. abby’s head dropped, obscuring her face to everyone but you. silent tears slid down her cheek, landing onto yours. her body shook with quiet sobs. she was absolutely shattered. the guilt from the fight still loomed over her like a storm cloud.

“you-”she breathed, “-you can’t-” abby brought a trembling hand up, rubbing her eyes red. she swallowed hard. “i can’t do this without you.”

a/n: hope this was painful enough! i’m actually kinda proud of it and it lowkey made me feel some type way when i was writing it cuz damn sorry abby 😔 what a baby i wanna hold her

alsooooo got a couple more lil hc’s to drop in case this one sucked haha

[steeb-stn]

Do you ever think about how Tommy was probably just a kid when Sarah was born, I'm assuming he’s 6 years younger than Joel (because its physically impossible for the Tommy we see in Jackson to be a day over 50), so that would put him at just 16 when his niece was born. Tommy sharing stories with Ellie of all the mischief he let Sarah get into while on ‘babysitting duty,’ like the time he let her eat three bowls of ice cream for dinner or the time he let her share a lollipop with the dog or the time he returned her to Joel absolutely covered head to toe in mud.

And now that Ellie is the teenage relative in Tommy’s baby’s life, she jokingly threatens to do the same mischief with his baby, much to Joel’s approval (‘thats’s called karma, little brother’)

[scokslvoer]

Abby Anderson x Figureskater!Reader

content warning: nothing, just a lot of fluff.

she bolts off the ice, ignoring her coaches calling her name. her face is twisted with anger and concentration and she bee-lines it to the team locker room, making quick work of unlacing her skates and taking off her gear. she had one thing, person even, in mind. you.

she packs her bag as fast as she can, bolting to the other side of the ice arena, the side where the figure skaters practiced. her face immediately relaxed seeing you, her girlfriend. she moved over to the bleachers, watching in awe as you did some fancy spin she didn't know the name of. (it was a combo spin abby duh:/)

her eyes couldnt stop themselves from running up and down your body, admiring the way your jacket and skirt hugged your body, your pretty white skates gliding across the ice with ease.

she watched the rest of your practice, having to physically stop herself from lashing out when she saw your coach yelling at you over the smallest things. she knew she would get booted out of the rink if she did yell, and she wouldnt do that, she needed a hug from her girl.

you had grabbed your skate bag, taking off across the ice and stepping off, not before putting on your guards however. you made your way to the benches, setting your stuff down and starting to unlace your skates- barely noticing the tears threatening to fall down your rosy cheeks.

as you sat up for a split second to wipe your tears, you felt someone engulfing you in a huge bear hug. abby. the one person you needed right now. "hey sweet girl. its okay, i got you, you're okay." she whispered in your ear as you sobbed into her neck.

"fuck abs she was so mad, why cant i fucking land that stupid jump! fuck, fuck, fuck!" you whimpered as you punched your fists against her chest in frustration. she kept holding you close as you cried, rubbing comforting circles on your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"its okay babes, you didnt do anything wrong, you were doing great." she cooed as she pulled your head out of her neck so she could get a good look at you. she rubbed her hands over your cheeks, using her thumbs to wipe your eyes clear of tears.

"oh baby girl, no no its okay" she mumbled, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear, and placing and gentle kiss to your lips.

you kissed her back almost immediately, needing the comfort of your girlfriend desperately. she let you go, looking you in the eyes. "im gonna untie your skates okay? you sit there and keep looking pretty." she instructed, you nodded, finding yourself slipping deeper into that fuzzy headspace you get around abby.

"deep breaths, there you go, good girl, just like that." she praised. she finished unlacing your skates and putting them away, zipping your bag when she was done.

she gave you one last hug and kiss, before taking your hand and starting to walk out of the doors leading to the parking lot.

"why don't we go get some ice cream huh? would my pretty girl like that?" she questioned. looking up to her, eyes still slightly glassy and pupils blown wide, you nodded. she smiled as she wrapped her hand around your waist, holding you close as you walked to her car, excited for some froyo after the bad practice you had.

[scokslvoer]

hi bbs, im sorry for the lack of posts rn:( stuffs been real busy, ill try and get somethin out tonight, but if not, expect something really soon<33 love you guys kiss kiss<3

[scokslvoer]

ahhh thank you lovelies for all the love on the recent drabbles!!:((<33 i love you bbs, mwa mwa!

#emyvi

[scokslvoer]

Sugar mommy Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

a/n; hello my bunnies<33 this is just a little thought i had, im a sucker for abs and her,,,, well her everything. lord help me. anywaysss, enjoy, i love you buns!!!! kissy kissy xx

-she had first spotted you in a bar, whilst you were wearing your littlest dress and a pretty ribbon tied in your hair. her eyes immediately locked on how pretty you looked in the skimpy dress that did absolutely nothing to cover your ass. (not that she minded)

-waltzing over to you, she tapped your shoulder, distracting you from your previous conversation with the man who was very obviously trying to get in your pants.

-your attention was immediately drawn to her, especially the hand that was now resting on your shoulder, slowly trailing down to rest on your hand.

-of course, you immediately said yes to her buying you a drink, desperately wanting all of her attention on you, yet you couldn't place why that was. maybe it was the pretty freckles littering her face, or her structured biceps that had you clenching your plush thighs together. did the room suddenly get hot? -the night ended with you in her king-sized bed, under her fluffy gray duvet and in her oversized tee and boxers, all while she was cuddling you against her chest and rubbing your back with her big warm hands. that were splitting you open two seconds ago.

-after that night you two became inseperable.

-she would spoil you rotten constantly, buying you whatever you laid your pretty little eyes on.

-that new designer bag you liked so much when you saw it? its on your shared bed the next morning when you come back from your run, wrapped in a pretty floral bag with a gorgeous pink ribbon around it.

-you had nearly burst into tears when you saw it, practically jumping with joy at your new bag.

-she loved having you in her lap, whether that being you bent over and having harsh (but loving) slaps to your soft ass, or you two cuddling on the couch watching your favorite media while you fiddle with her fingers, not so subtly clenching your thighs together.

-you had made a joke once- after she bought you yet another VERY expensive pair of shoes- that she was your sugar mommy. she stared at you blankly for a while with a lost look in her eyes before smirking pulling you close and whispering "whatever you want my sweet girl" in your ear.

-lets just say you ended up with her between your legs, making them shake profusely all night until you physically couldn't cum anymore.

a/n: i kind of really hate this, but i hope you like it bunnies!! night night, get some rest and drink some waterrr!!

kissy kissy,

emie<3

[strawberryjamheart-deactivated2]

ellie ft. her pistol! but ur talented so anything u write is gonna be gorg!!

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a/n: im sorry this turned out so poorly n its way too long but i hope you like it anon!! thank you for the sweet words, you are an angel!! <3

warnings: gun kink, mentions of blood (not your own or hers), threats of violence (not carried out), fingering, sex for realsies, fingering, pet names, degrading, praising, kinda unhinged reader, also kinda unhinged ellie

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

it had been in the back of your mind for a while now, too many nights spent wondering what it would be like to have the cool steel of ellie’s pistol pressed against your skin. unfortunately, its not exactly the easiest thing to bring up in conversation.

your whole obsession with the idea had only started a few months back when you had gone on a patrol with ellie which was a rare occasion since she was always insisting that you stay back in jackson to avoid getting hurt. however, after you wrapped your pinky around her own and promised you would obey her orders while you were out with her, she agreed to let you come. that was the very first time you had seen your girlfriend use her pistol, watching her hand grip the weapon expertly. you ended up coming into contact with two clickers, ellie’s free hand motioning for you to cover your ears before she fired her gun. you should’ve been scared for your life but all you could focus on was the way ellie’s hand flexed when she pulled the trigger and how easily she took down the clickers within a matter of seconds. ellie made sure you were okay and once it was all clear, the both of you continued on your way but the image of ellie holding her pistol stuck in your mind for far too long.

now here you were, home alone and waiting for your girlfriends return from her usual patrol. once ellie had come home from the rather long patrol, you knew she was absolutely pissed by the way she dropped her backpack down on the floor, muttering curses under her breath as she moved through the house. you were slow to approach, finding her settled at the dining table and manspreading as she always did which made her even more intimidating in the moment. you noticed the blood that had splattered her white t shirt along with small flecks of the crimson substance being present on her arms but it was clearly not her own. it took a moment for ellie to notice your presence, raising her head and softening her features at the sight of you which eased your worry a bit. “hey, babydoll” she said, her voice raspier than usual as she motioned you over to sit on her lap.

you made your way over to her, eyebrows knitting with concern as you settled on her lap. “what happened els?” you asked, not minding if the blood got on your own clothes since it wasn’t a rare occurrence for her to get your clothes bloody whenever she returned from a patrol. you let her arm wrap around your waist and focused on her lips as her tongue ran across the bottom of her lip before she spoke again. “ran into some fucking raiders” she said, her anger showing through her tone even when she was trying so hard to keep calm. “those assholes were carrying bats as weapons like absolute fucking idiots. i had to waste perfectly good ammo on 6 of those cocksuckers before the rest of them got the hint and fled” she explained, her frustration evident.

you already knew it was wrong that the image of her holding her pistol turned you on but now it was even worse, the thought of how powerful she was with her weapon clouding your brain completely. to be at ellie’s mercy was an absolutely cruel fate and yet you still wanted to know what it was like. you weren’t completely insane, you knew the gun would need to be unloaded before it went anywhere near you but you still wanted her to press it against you and that was insane enough. you tried to rid your mind of the filthy thoughts, a little frown appearing on your face to show your sympathy. “m’ sorry els” you said softly, knowing you couldn’t do much to make her feel better but still trying anyways. “s’ alright, bunny. just glad its over with and those fuckers got what they deserved” she muttered, letting her head fall back and then move to the side to stretch her neck ever so slightly.

you couldn’t help but focus on her features, watching the way her chest rose as she took in a deep breath. your eyes dropped down to her thigh after a moment or two, seeing the pistol still resting snugly in its holster. once ellie noticed you staring, she brought her hand up to your chin to refocus your attention on her. “do you want to be my little helper and get me a rag from the kitchen?” she asked, wanting to clean off her gun that those awful men had gotten so dirty. you couldn’t be more ecstatic, knowing it was a rare occasion for her to let you sit with her while she cleaned off any of her guns since she usually insisted it was safer that way.

you didn’t even bother with giving a verbal reply, rising from her lap to run off to the kitchen to dig through the drawer that she kept a few rags in that were only for cleaning off her gun. once you found one that was relatively clean, you joined her back in the dining room and settled right on her lap so you could face the table and watch her as she worked. ellie found your eagerness to help her rather adorable, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as a small thank you.

you felt ellie’s left hand keep you in place on her lap as she shifted to reach her pistol, releasing her grip on you once she had retrieved it so that she could use both hands to handle the gun. her chin was resting on top of your shoulder, easily seeing over your shorter frame. “alright baby, what is the first thing you do when unloading?” she asked as she always did, since she insisted it was important for you to learn. “make sure the gun is facing away from yourself and others” you said in reply, repeating what she had you told you in the past. “thats right” she said with a soft click of her tongue, making sure that the gun was pointing away from the both of you before she continued. you were doing your best to try to focus but she was making it absolutely impossible with the way she moved with so much ease, like handling this weapon was the easiest thing in the world. “and after that?” she continued on, not noticing the way your breathing was speeding up with each passing moment. it took a moment for you to think of the answer before you were finally able to spit it out. “mm, drop the magazine out” you said, proud of yourself for being able to say what you needed to. “atta’ girl” she praised, pressing down on the magazine release and letting it drop into her hand before she set it off to the side.

you really were trying to stay as calm as you could but it was becoming too much, the way you could feel ellie’s body heat radiating against you along with the fact that you were almost positive you could feel the blood from her clothes soaking into your own. it was so sick and you knew it, but that doesn’t mean you could just forget about it. ellie had noticed the way your full attention was on the pistol now but she just thought you were trying to pay attention to her directions as you usually did. “and what is the last step?” she finally asked, her hand still wrapped firmly around the gun and making sure her finger wasn’t resting on the trigger. you were too out of it, not even hearing what ellie had said to you. ellie noticed that you were zoning out so she brought one hand down to tap your thigh gently which finally snapped you out of your daze.

“c’mon, bun. this stuff is important. what is the next step?” she asked, her voice stern as she spoke. you were growing restless, fidgeting in her lap as you made a pitiful attempt to remember. “m’ sorry, els. i can’t remember” was all you could mumble in reply, knowing your brain was too far gone to give her the correct answer. ellie shook her head lightly, knowing that you were distracted by something else but deciding to not mention it for the time being. “listen closely this time” she said, picking up your hand with her own so she could guide your hand to take the next steps. you let out a small gasp at how cool the steel was against your warm hand, letting ellie place your hand on the rear of the gun with no resistance. “pull the slide to the rear to make sure the last round is out” she explained, keeping her hand over your own as she guided you to do exactly as she said. you could hear the last bullet that was in the chamber clink down onto the table but all you could focus on was the way it felt to have ellie’s hand pressing your own against the gun. “repeat it back to me” she said, making sure that you were paying attention. “pull the slide to the rear so theres no more bullets” you said quickly, mimicking what she had said. “thats a good girl” she finally praised, letting your hand go so she could grab the rag to clean off the unloaded gun.

you let your hand fall back into your lap as you followed the way her hands moved quickly. she was wiping off the gun and you could actually see the dried blood that was getting on the rag and it was enough to make you let out a small whimper. even as ellie was working, she couldn’t help but notice the way you seemed to be getting all worked up. “baby, i can’t do this if you are squirming around. either tell me whats on your mind or settle down” she reprimanded, setting the rag off to the side as she awaited your answer.

you felt so embarrassed, your body finally stilling as you muttered something so softly that she couldn’t hear you well enough to understand. ellie wasn’t putting up with the mumbling, using one arm to adjust you on her lap so she could see your face completely. “speak up, you are a big girl so use big girl words” she insisted, her eyes burning holes into your skin with how harsh her gaze was. you could barely meet her eyes, deciding you had no ability to make up a lie. “your pistol els, feels so nice against my skin” you finally said, trying to see if her expression would change into one of disgust but she seemed to stay rather expressionless. “i’ve been thinkin’ about it for a while now. maybe thought you could, y’know…” you trailed off, playing with the ends of your hair while you decided on whether or not you should continue. “fuck me while holding your gun against me” you said in a rushed manner, finishing your previous sentence. you knew that ellie adored you but you truly did wonder if maybe this was too much, if she would be completely disgusted with you.

your eyes were darting all across her face, desperate for any indication of what was going through her mind. to your complete surprise, her lips curled into a smile that almost looked cocky. “you’re fucking depraved” was all she said, her smile not fading in the slightest as she spoke. her words completely shocked you, immediately stuttering over your own words as you desperately tried to defend yourself. “no! no, m’ not. s’ not like that!” you insisted, even if you knew that wasn’t the truth. ellie wasn’t at all impressed with your response, her eyes narrowing as she looked at you. “don’t lie to my face” she said, always despising when you lied to her. “you just told me you want me to fuck you with my pistol pressed against you— the pistol that i just used to fuck people up and you are saying you’re not depraved?” she asked, her eyebrow raising in a questioning manner.

you were absolutely mortified but her mocking words were making something rise within you, your anger mixing with your neediness to make a vile combination. you looked back at her with the same narrowed gaze before talking back. “i know what i said, i don’t need you to fucking repeat it back to me” you spat, letting your frustration take over. she was embarrassing you on purpose and even if it made you even more wet than you already were, you would never admit it. ellie’s face reflected her anger the moment the words left your lips. “what the fuck did you just say?” she questioned, watching as you rolled your eyes at her and gave her no reply. you decided to stand up, making a pathetic attempt to escape the situation but ellie was much faster than you, grabbing you so that she could pin you against the table and corner you against it with her own body. “i asked you a question, princess. did you wake up with no brain today or have i never noticed how stupid you are?” she asked mockingly, her face dangerously close to your own as you tried to get out of her grip. you knew she didn’t really mean what she was saying, that this was all her giving into your twisted fantasy, but her words still took such a massive effect on you.

“i heard you, just didn’t care” you offered in reply, watching as her lips formed a scowl that made your heart pound against your chest even harder than it already was. “you certainly cared enough earlier when you were begging me to do this” she said quickly, grabbing her pistol before you could even blink and pressing it against the lower part of your tummy, right where your shirt had ridden up in the slightest so you could feel it right against your skin. the feeling of it digging into you had you letting out the most pathetic mewls, your hand gripping ellie’s forearm to try and keep yourself grounded. you couldn’t even speak, whining out her name as you tried to get her to touch you more.

ellie let out a light scoff at the way you were gripping onto her, letting the pistol push deeper against your skin to the point where you were sure a bruise would be blooming afterwards. “you’re so fucking weak, you can’t even fight me off. but i bet you don’t want to get away, huh? you’re gonna let me fuck you with my pistol against your skull” she said, her tone dripping with venom. ellie would be lying of she said this didn’t make her head spin with power, the feeling of having you so needy from her pressing her own fucking weapon against you.

you finally stopped talking back to her, just nodding your head dumbly to confirm her suspicions. “awh, my poor baby is already too stupid to talk” she said mockingly, pulling her pistol away and easing up off of you in the slightest. “well since you want to act like a pathetic slut, why don’t i just fuck you right here” she stated rather nonchalantly, looking away from you so she could find her rag to continue cleaning off her pistol. you stood there like a deer in headlights, your hands still holding onto the edge of the table as you tried to grasp her words. ellie looked back over to you, rolling her eyes like she couldn’t believe how stupid you were. “do you really need directions for everything? take off your clothes” she said, an unimpressed tone consuming her voice. you finally gained some control over your mind, pulling off your clothes in a rushed manner and letting them fall onto the floor below you.

you felt so exposed, standing before your girlfriend who was still fully clothed and watching you with her piercing gaze. you watched as she pulled the slide of the gun back once more, making sure the pistol really was empty before she went any further. she finally started to move closer, placing her gun back into her holster as she helped lift you onto the table. “you tell me if its too much, remember you’re in control” she said as she leaned in to press a soft kiss to your cheek that greatly contrasted the rather compromising position she had you in. you nodded your head none the less, always feeling safe when you were with her.

once she knew you understood, she readjusted you on the table so that you were lying back with your knees pressed up against yourself so that she could see your cunt perfectly. ellie had settled back down into the chair that was directly in front of you, leaning down so she was face to face with your pussy. she used her thumbs to spread your cunt, almost cooing at how wet you were. “you’re lucky i love you, baby. who else could take such good care of a perverted girl like you?” she questioned, knowing it would make you even more flustered. you were covering your face with your hands as she spoke, feeling yourself grow needier with each passing moment. “i know els, no one will ever take care of me like you do” you babbled, already letting your mind slip away.

your replied seemed to appease ellie as she finally started to run her middle finger down your cunt, stopping right before she could press it into you completely. you would’ve complained if ellie hadn’t acted so quickly, pulling her pistol out and pressing it against your inner thigh. the feeling of the cool steel against your thigh made you twitch in the slightest, not even getting a moment to let out a noise of surprise before ellie was pushing her finger into you. the feeling of your cunt practically pulling her finger in along with how hot your walls were made her let out a soft groan. “so fucked up” was all she muttered with a sarcastic chuckle. you were already grinding against her finger, the barrel of her gun pushing against your skin even more as you moved against her hand. “thats it, pretty girl. always look so gorgeous when you’re spread open for me like this” she praised, adding another finger with ease and letting her fingers curl in the slightest to bring you the most pleasure.

the small stretch her second finger caused was making you let out a pathetic string of moans, hips stuttering against her fingers as you desperately attempted to beg for her to touch you more. “wan— holy shit, want a kiss els. need a kiss” you finally uttered, your chest heaving in the slightest to help you catch your breath. it was all so much for you to take in, you had been waiting patiently for so long and you were finally getting what you wanted. ellie kept her fingers moving as she stood up so she could lean down, letting her pistol slide up the expanse of your body until it was right underneath your chin. the ticklish feeling of the pistol against your skin made you squirm even more, your eyes already being clouded with pleasure. ellie was inches away from your face, her fingers still working your cunt open as she looked down at you.

“c’mon, bunny. let me see that pretty tongue” she demanded, letting the gun press your chin up further to prompt you to do so. you obeyed immediately, gulping slightly at the harsh pressure of the gun before opening your mouth so that you could stick your tongue out for her. ellie smiled softly at your obedience, deciding to drag out the moment to keep you needing more. “do you really think you deserve a kiss? i’m not sure filthy girls like you should be rewarded” she said, her tone being rather teasing. your desperation for her contact was absolutely pitiful, your brows knitting slightly as you nodded your head. you didn’t want to speak, deciding to keep your tongue out in hopes that she would finally kiss you. she finally gave in, leaning in so much that her body was practically pining you against the table. she gave a teasing lick to your own tongue, lapping up some of the drool that was threatening to run down your chin.

you were moaning into the kiss, breathless from ellie refusing to pull away from you and the fast space she was moving her fingers at was not helping you look any less pathetic. when she finally did pull back, it was only because she was adding a third finger and she wanted to watch your reaction as closely as possible. the new addition made your mouth fall open, your eyes fighting to stay open so you could keep looking at your girlfriend. she looked absolutely furious and you were sure some of her anger from the stressful day was going to be taken out on you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you felt like you were falling apart, your pleas turning into cries as she brought you closer to the edge. ellie pulled away from you completely to settle back in the chair she had been in previously, wanting to watch the way your cunt was stretching around her fingers. you were left to whine from the loss of contact, feeling the pressure from her pistol leave with her. “can feel you clenching down so tight” she mumbled, her hungry gaze making you wish you could close your legs but you wouldn’t dare to do so in this moment. “i want you to cum from my fingers and then i’ll consider you giving my cock. i’m sick of you wasting time, do you even understand how much worse i can make this?” she questioned, letting the pistol graze past your cunt teasingly as she made the threat.

her words made it impossible to form any real thoughts and though you know her weapon posed no real threat, the tingly feeling of fear still made its way through your body. the feeling of pleasure mixing with fear was enough to make you knock your head against the table as you let your orgasm take you completely. ellie loved when you cried from how good she made you feel and she listened as soft sobs escaped your lips as you came. your frame was practically shaking against the table and you could still feel ellie dragging the pistol along the soft flesh of your inner thigh. you tried to sit up once ellie had finally pulled her fingers out, watching as she finally put her pistol back in its holster so she could clean your juices off her fingers. she made a show of it, knowing you were watching her as she moaned at how perfect you tasted. she pulled her fingers out of her mouth with a soft pop, licking the rest off her lips as she grinned. “well look at that princess, you really do have a brain! i was worried i might have fuck you with the damn thing” she said in a joking manner to mock you, her head nodding slightly towards where the gun now laid beside you.

it was proving to be a rather hard task to keep yourself propped up on your elbows, every part of your body already feeling so used up but you were so worried she wasn’t going to fuck you anymore. “els, still need a little more” you said, your words coming out much more meekly than you intended. ellie scoffed at this and looked down to her arms to roll up the sleeves of her flannel, leaving her tattooed forearm on display. “such a greedy girl” she stated, yanking you up as if you were a rag doll so she could position you how she wanted. you didn’t put up any fight, letting her stand you up and bend you over so that the side of your cheek was pressed against the table. “stay still or i’ll make you sorry” she said firmly, leaving you to listen to her walk towards the room. you didn’t move an inch despite the fact that the wood of the table was digging into the front of your hips in the slightest, deciding it was worth dealing with to get what you wanted.

you could hear her making her way back over but you couldn’t exactly see her since you were keeping your face pressed against the table. you could hear her grabbing the pistol off the table and you knew she was behind you when you felt her thumb come down to you pussy to get a better look at your entrance. “want to hear you cry, baby” she muttered, pressing the barrel of her gun against the small of your back before she buried her cock in you completely. you could’ve blacked out from the feeling alone, feeling your knees buckle underneath you and ellie made sure to keep a firm grip on the side of your hip to keep you from falling down. she was fucking into you at a relentless pace and it was now clear why she had spent so long burying her fingers in you, as this was her favorite cock to use on you since it was the biggest. the stretch was enough to make your brain melt completely, only being able to let out small cries as she pushed in and out of you.

she wrapped her arm around your waist to pull you up so your back was flush against her chest and she used this new position to fulfill your wish, pressing the pistol against the side of your temple. you were delirious with pleasure, mumbling small thank yous that never seemed to come out right. hot tears streamed down your rosy cheeks as she pressed her cock into you and you momentarily wished you would’ve said something to her sooner because this was pure ecstasy. your loud cries brought a sick smile to ellie’s face, as she knew just how much she affected you. “you’re crying like a baby but isn’t this what you wanted? just wanted your girlfriend to force you to take her big cock with her pistol pressed against your head, huh?” she questioned, though she knew you were too fucked out to offer any meaningful reply.

but her words made everything feel so much better, the bruising pressure of the pistol against your temple being what was going to push you over the edge. you were full blown sobbing, crying out her name as your hand went to rest on top of her own that was still wrapped firmly on your waist. ellie slowed her thrusts as you came down but still fucked into you, pressing a few messy open mouthed kisses against the back of your neck as she finally pulled back the pistol and set it to the side. you couldn’t even stop the tears that rolled down your cheeks anymore, fucked completely dumb and over sensitive. ellie finally took pity on you, pulling her cock out completely and carefully releasing her grip on your waist so that she could get her harness off.

you were barely able to keep yourself up while she was away from you, relieved once she pulled you back down onto her lap while she sat back down in the chair. you let out small hiccups from all the crying, still giving her a little smile to show that you were pleased. “was even better than anything i could’ve imagined” you mumbled softly, proud that you were able to form an actual sentence. your words made ellie smile in return, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips that made your heart swell. “i wasn’t too rough?” she questioned, running her fingers down the side of your body to soothe you a bit more. “not at all, els. just what i needed” you said happily in reply, resting your head on her shoulder as you settled down.

how lucky you were to have a girlfriend who knew just what to do with her weapon.

[scokslvoer]

𝗔𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴:light sexual content, talks of oral and sexual acts but nothing in detail. lots of tooth rotting fluff (MDNI. minors will be blocked.)

+the first time she saw you, she was HEAD over HEELS.

+she had seen you walking by through the gym window, in your little white sundress with lilac flowers patterning it and puffy sleeves.

+she immediately new she needed your number. she had stopped mid set and ran out of the gym, just to get it.

+it shocked you at first, who wouldnt be shocked to see a 6 foot, extremely good looking blonde 19 year old running up to them from seemingly nowhere?

+she was running so fast she almost bumped into you, her face beet red and skin glistening with sweat from her workout.

+the whole encounter was very awkward. but she walked out with a cute girls number, and a date scored for next tuesday. she thinks it was worth it.

+absolutely OBSESSED with your tummy. she loves laying between your legs as you read, just resting her head on your soft stomach. she's definitely the type to trace over any stretch marks or scars with her fingers in admiration.

+also loves your thighs, if you get what im hinting at.

+when shes driving in her fancy sport car, you in the passanger seat obvi, she will rest her hand on your thigh, kneading the plush skin with the occasional pinch just to hear you whimper and whine her name.

+spends most of her time between them though, for sure. licking and nibbling your soft rosy bud, while three of her fingers plunge in and out of you, hitting the right spot each time.

+miss girl has your legs SHAKING everytime she eats you out. and she definitely leaves plenty of marks too. she needs everyone to know you are hers when you wear your short little dresses.

+a sucker for you on your knees too. she loves sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, watching tv with you between her legs, head resting on her inner thigh. she loves those sweet little doe eyes you give her when you want attention, or when you whine from the frustration of not getting enough friction from the boot shes currently wearing and rubbing against you, in just the righ spot.

+she would always be there to kiss away any insecurities you have.

+people giving you funny looks in public with her? she will immediately call them out and make them turn their heads away in shame.

+feeling insecure about your tummy or thighs? stretch marks or arms? she will immediately reassure you and leave sweet kisses on your face, kissing all your salty tears away.

+holds you close to her chest, letting you sob it out on rough days, her hands caressing your love handles, or rubbing circles on your back under your shirt. anything to make her sweetheart feel better.

+definitely orders you two food after you have calmed down, she knows that movie nights with chinese takeout and snacks always makes you feel better <3