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cw; +18 content! minors dni!, abby being scared of liking girls, reader is masc presenting!!!, reader fucking another girl (she has a reputation) and abby hears, switch reader and abby, masturbation (abby), kissing, make out, tension and touching in the showers, teasing, praising, praise kink, use of good girl, oral (abby and r receiving), boob and nipple play, hair pulling, hickeys, abby’s first time with a girl…
abby anderson wasn’t gay.
she had liked owen for as long as she could remember. she had even dated him. and sure, the sex was…, boring, to say the least. but that didn’t mean she was gay.
but then…, why couldn’t she look away?
you were working out at the WLF’s gym, white wife beater and grey sweats, hair up on a low bun as you grunted at the effort of lifting weights.
your thighs were spread, shirt slightly sliding up your stomach as you bench pressed. abby’s eyes lingered on the soft plush skin, wanting, no, needing to see more.
she bit down on her bottom lip, too out of focus of her own rutine. she was staring.
even more when she noticed angela passing by. she stopped to talk to you with a flirty smile, which you returned, smirk on your lips. abby heard rumors. rumors about how good you were in bed. how good you could make a girl feel. how they always came back to you for more… angela was an example of it. you had fucked her just a mere couple of days ago and there she was, looking for more.
abby watched as one of your hands landed on the back of her thigh, since she was standing up and you sat on the bench. she wondered how it would feel like. skin against skin. how your eyes would feel like on her.
she shook her head. yeah, no. she was just curious. pure healthy curiosity. she couldn’t imagine herself fucking you, or imagine you in between her legs, tongue out, mouth and chin dripping in…
she huffed, getting up from the machine she was working on and picking up his towel and bottle of water. she was not on the right head space to work out.
her way to her and manny’s room was not long, plopping herself on her bed with a huff and taking from her nightstand a book she had been meaning to finish in hopes to avoid thinking about you at all, which lately seemed to be the only thing she could think about.
that was until she recognized your voice though the other side of the wall, and angela’s, as you entered on your room, which stood next to abby’s.
the walls were so thin she could even heard the first contact of your lips against hers, the lewd smacking and the wet sounds of your tongue sliding against hers.
“you missed me, huh? needy girl…” you voice sounded muffled, but still high enough for her to hear, along with angela’s moan.
abby tried her best to ignore it, focusing on the ink letters of her book. but it was impossible to simply ignore you.
“you’re so wet…” abby’s cheeks flushed, feeling her cunt throb at your words. “you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? of course you have…” abby closed her eyes, trying to recompose herself. she should probably leave her room and go somewhere else, maybe pound on your door and ask you to keep it down. but somehow, she couldn’t move. she was glued down to her sheets.
suddenly, angela was moaning, and you were grunting. “that’s it. taking my fingers so good, good girl.” abby’s throat dried up. holy fuck. her thighs clenched, and her heart was beating so fast…
“fuck.” she sighed, embarrassed of herself. she shouldn’t be listening to this. but you sounded so good… and she was getting so wet… why was she getting wet? she didn’t like girls!
she tried and think about owen and the times the two of them fucked. she always struggled to get wet, and now? her hand pushed inside her sweat shorts and into her panties, fingers sliding through her folds.
she was fucking soaked.
“holy shit.” she muttered, her index finger touching her throbbing clit, her mind filling up with images of you. of your eyes, your arms, your muscles, your thighs, your chest, your mouth, your hands, your fingers…
she had to bit down on her lip to not let out a pathetic moan.
“look at you. what a dirty girl, i bet you’ve been thinking about this. about my fingers in your pussy, huh?” abby then pushed her ring finger inside her tight warmwalls, a gasp leaving her lips as she followed your voice, imagined it was you who touched her.
she was supposed to be embarrassed, touching herself to you while you fucked another girl on the next room… it was sickening. but she couldn’t stop. it felt good. better than it had ever felt before. and she hadn’t come in so long...
“that’s it. doing so good for me. want my cock, baby? want me to fuck you dumb?” she added another finger in, crooking them against her g spot as her other hand came up her shirt to squeeze one of her breasts, pinching her nipple. she nodded, imagining it was her you were talking to, you were touching and fucking. “you’re gonna cum? gonna cream my fingers?” she could hear angela’s moans, how they became more repetitive, gasps and huffs leaving her lips.
abby was getting closer, her thighs shaking. little low grunts we’re leaving her throat.
“yeah, go ahead. let me see it drip.”
she’d never come so hard before, vision turning white, breath leaving her lungs, mouth falling ajar in a silent scream as cum coated her fingers. her free hand, the one that had been playing with her chest gripped the sheets as her back arched. “fuckfuckfuckfuck…” she fucked herself through it, stilling her fingers inside her cunt once she had fully come down from it. she took a deep breath, her fuzzy brain finally reconnecting to reality. she realized what she had done, and quickly pulled her hand out of her pants, cheeks flushed and eyes unable to stare at the cum making her fingers shine. she hurriedly got up from her bed, quickly taking a change of clothes as she heard still muffled moans and voices. just as she rushed towards her door manny came in, and it only made her flush even more. holy fuck, she could have gotten caught.
“hey abs, wanna-“ before she could finish she was getting out the room. “okay… tremendas prisas…”
she went to the community bathrooms and took a towel, getting rid of her clothes to get into the showers. she slightly cringed at the feeling of her slick making her cunt stick to her panties. the water was just what she needed to calm down, splashing it all over her face.
she wasn’t gay… right? maybe she had just slipped. she was really pent up. maybe it all clouded her mind.
and then, there you were, opening the door and getting inside the bathrooms. abby’s eyes widened as she watched you slowly take off your clothes. you started by your wife beater, your hands gripping the rim to pull it up your toned stomach and chest, one of which hands you had just used to touch someone. abby wondered if you had already cleaned the cum out of your fingers, probably used your mouth and sucked it clean. her cunt throbbed at the thought. even more when she took in the sight of your exposed chest, beautiful perky nipples hardening due to the cold air hitting your newly exposed skin. you shimmied your grey sweats down your strong thighs, staying on your boxers as you made your way to grab a towel. abby’s eyes trained on your ass, even more on the wet patch on your crotch, she wondered if you were as wet as she had been thanks to your voice, if angela had touched you. had she made you feel good? had she made you cum? had she eaten you out? how would you taste? how would you sound? how…
she tightly squeezed her eyes shut, dipping her head back under the water.
“hey.” you said as you got beside her in the showers, opening the water. abby had to control herself to not look at you.
“hey.” she answered.
abby was cute. hell, she was beautiful. with blonde hair, broad shoulders, thick thighs and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. you’d lie if you didn’t think she was attractive. but she was straight. sadly enough. so you two had a pretty standard relationship. that being said… why was she blushing? maybe due to all the steam inside or here?
you discretely looked at her.
your eyes trailed down her toned arms to her little breasts, strong thighs and her plump ass. your tongue darted out from your mouth to wet your lips. she was hot. really hot. owen was, or had been, a lucky motherfucker.
abby caught you staring and her whole face seemed to burst in flames, but of course, you caught her too as you soaped up your body, slippery hands over your chest. you two stared at each other, and suddenly, the room was heavy.
you smirked as you watched her eyes follow your touch over your boobs. maybe she wasn’t that straight, you thought, but then she was looking away.
“abby?” you called for her, and her whole body seemed to tense up. bottom lip in between her teeth.
“yeah?” she inquired, and you leaned against the tiles of the bathroom, looking at her.
“you can look.” you said, softly. you could sense it, the nervousness, the inquiries. you could almost read her anxious and confused mind, could see yourself on her.
abby’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, her wet unbraided hair falling over her face before she would slightly peek at you. she gulped at the sight. you were completely bare, soft skin in display for her hungry and curious eyes. and you were beautiful. she took everything in. the curve of your breasts, the dip of your hips, the curls on your mound, your toned stomach and thighs…
you slowly walked closer, until you were caging her against the cold tiles, chest almost brushing hers.
“i thought you didn’t like girls.” you muttered, her blue eyes on yours.
“i don’t.” she said, and you scoffed, watching as she shivered when one of your hands took her hip. she was so soft…
you slowly leaned in, ‘till your breaths intertwined. abby looked down at your lips. what the hell was happening?
“are you sure?” you muttered, your lips brushing hers. she felt her heart beating faster inside her chest. “ ‘cause it seems like you wanna kiss me… do you wanna kiss me, abby?” you teased, fully pressing your chest against hers, making her groan. “i think you do…” your free hand came up her face to her chin, thumb pressing against her bottom lip. “why don’t you open up for me, hm?” she followed, her jaw falling and lips parting. “good girl.” you whispered against her before you’d close the distance, hearing her moan in your mouth, your tongue pushing inside her own. her hands came up to your shoulders, fingers gripping you as you lewdly and softly kissed her. for a moment it seemed like she was gonna push you away. she probably should’ve. but she didn’t. instead only pushing you closer, making you hum. your hand trailed down to her neck, where you left it, keeping her in place as you hungrily kissed her.
holy fuck. you were kissing abby anderson. you couldn’t remember for how long you’ve been dreaming about this. you’ve had a little crush on her for years.
abby should’ve feel weird about it, you’d just fucked a girl, put the same tongue that was on her mouth on angela’s, used the same hands that you were touching with to touch the brunette, but instead, she couldn’t just think about how fucking good it felt.
you pressed her against the wall. the hand on her hip going up to her chest, where you cupped one of her tits, kissing her harder. her body arched against you, and her hands found your hair, tugging.
she groaned when you pulled away, kissing the side of her neck.
“fuuck.” she sighed, feeling your index and thumb pinch her nipple.
“that’s it. you like it, hm? like it when i touch you like this?” she nodded, and you smirked. “shit. never thought you’d go for girls.” you incredulously said, to what she reacted.
suddenly she seemed to be lucid, pushing away from you.
“abby?” you inquired, but she was quickly taking her towel, draping it around herself and picking up her stuff. “abby!” you watched as she hurriedly left the bathrooms. her heart was on her throat. she thanked god her dorm was a few steps away from the bathrooms or else the whole WLF would have seen her running practically naked around the halls.
that afternoon abby locked herself on her room and didn’t even got out for dinner.
-
days passed by in which you hadn’t heard anything from abby. days in which the only thing she had done had been think about your time in the showers. in which she hadn’t gotten any sleep, feeling your touch all over her body, your kisses, your breath against her skin…
she could hear your voice, remember your teasing. she’d touched herself to it over and over again, facing the fact that yeah, she liked girls. she liked you.
that’s how she had ended up here, in front of your dorm’s door, knocking in the middle of the night. she was biting down on her bottom lip, hands sweaty and shaky and pupils blown. her cunt was aching and her heart was beating fast. way too fast.
she wanted it. she wanted to feel your touch again. she wanted you to kiss her again. to show her what pleasure really felt like. she wanted to know what fucking you felt like. would she moan like angela did? would you talk to her like you’ve talked to angela?
you opened the door, only a pair of boxers and a wife beater on. you seemed to had been still awake.
“abby?” you inquired, fully opening the door. “what are you-“ but before you could finish she was jumping at you, her warm hands cupping your cheeks to bring you in on a kiss. your eyes widened in surprise, still quickly closing when you felt her lips on yours. you hummed, stepping backwards and closing the door once the two of you were inside. you pushed her against it, her tongue inside your mouth, her hands on your hair, tugging as you took her by the waist. “what are you doing?” you pulled away, breathing on her lips with a smirk tugging from your own. instead of answering, she tried and kiss you again, but you didn’t let her, dodging her lips. “nuh-uh. speak.” abby groaned.
“isn’t it obvious?” she inquired, eyes on your lips. she wanted to taste them over and over and over again. she wanted to suffocate.
“i mean, i’m not complaining.” you said, crooking your head to the side. “don’t get me wrong. is just that the last time we kissed you ran away…” abby’s cheeks flushed. “so… what is it that you want, abby?” you inquired, your free hand coming up to push behind her ear a strand of her blonde hair. she shivered.
“i want you to kiss me.” she said, voice low and decisive.
“i can do that.” you said with a smirk before leaning in, pushing your lips against hers before your tongue would enter her mouth, wetly kissing her. you made her knees almost buckle. abby moaned against you, and you pulled her closer to you. your hands, which stood on her waist, crept under her shirt, feeling her abs. “is this alright?” you asked. you didn’t want her to get scared again. she nodded, her hands taking yours to guide them over her chest. “oh yeah?” you smirked. “you want me to touch you?” she nodded. “words.”
“yes. yes, please.” she gasped, and you tweaked her nipples, making her moan.
“fuck. you sound so good…” she sighed as your lips met her neck, crooking her head to give you more space. abby’s hand left your hair to get the rim of her shirt, pushing it over her head to leave her chest exposed. your mouth watered at the sight, a sight that you’ve missed the last couple of days. your kisses trailed down her neck to her chest and her boobs. her hands were back on your hair as your tongue darted out to lick at your nipples, one of your legs pushing in between her legs.
“shit.” she hissed, tugging on your hair. you hummed. “please touch me, please.” she begged, her hips rutting against your thigh.
“get on the bed.” you grunted, and you two quickly made your way to your bed. you thanked god you didn’t have roommates. abby’s thighs parted for you, your lips against hers. she moaned as you pushed down her legs her pajama pants and boxers. abby shivered when the cold air hit her wet folds, moaned when your fingers dipped in between her slicked lips. “fuck. you’re soaked.” you groaned. “you really want this, don’t you?” you teased her. “want me to fuck you? want me to make you feel good?” she nodded. your fingers met her clit, drawing little circles on it and hearing her moan, hips pushing against your touch. “that’s it. just what you needed, isn’t it? poor thing just wanted to feel good…” abby’s mouth fell agape when you plunged one of your fingers inside of her warm walls. “what is it, hm? your little boyfriend couldn’t fuck you good enough?” moans fell from her lips at the pumping of your finger in and out of her, your lips brushing against her own, eyes never wandering from her face. you wanted to see her fall apart. “of course he didn’t, i’m sure he couldn’t make you cum even if he tried. but i can. i’m gonna fuck you so good… gonna make you come so hard you’d be coming back for more. begging for more.” you added your ring finger, curling them and making abby whimper. “is that what you want? want me to fuck you dumb, abby?”
“yes, fuck. yes.”
you hummed. “wanna taste you.” you muttered against her lips, and in a blink you were in between her thighs. abby’s back arched and she gasped when your tongue licked at her throbbing clit.
“oh my god.” she moaned, and you hummed as you felt her grip at your hair. you kept her thighs spread as you sucked on her clit, fucking her open on your fingers.
“pussy taste so good…” you groaned, lapping at her arousal. you were slurping on every drop of her juices you could get. you noticed her squirming, moaning non-stop. it was as if she’d never… “have you never gotten eaten out?” she shook her head and you cursed under your breath.
“owen said it was disgusting.” you felt rage flowing through your body. disgusting?
“does it seem like i’m not enjoying it?” you inquired, and her cheeks flushed, shaking her head no. “exactly. that’s because i love it.” you licked a fat strip up her cunt. “i could drown in this pussy.”
you curled your fingers, hitting her g spot over and over again. her moans were getting louder, her thighs trembling and walls clenching around your fingers.
you knew she was close.
“i’m gonna cum.” she whined, and you only thrusted harder with your fingers, sucked harsher on her clit until her moans came to a stop in a silent scream and cum poured from her hole and soaked your fingers. “fuckfuckfuck!” you hummed as she whimpered, fucking her through it.
you kissed her inner thighs, and left a little peck on her clit before pulling away. she looked absolutely fucked out as you crawled up her body, pushing your lips against her and hearing her hum when she opened your mouth for your tongue. she could taste herself on your tongue. and it was making her wonder how would you taste.
“can i do it too?” she inquired against your lips.
“you don’t have to if-“
“i want to.” she cut you off, and you smiled, kissing her back. “you’ll tell me how, right?” you nodded.
“yeah, i’ll teach you.” and somehow, abby was getting wet again at those words. you pushed your wife beater off, along with your boxers before exchanging places with the blonde, who once she was on top of you couldn’t help but groan.
“so beautiful…” you sighed when you felt her kisses trail down your neck, sucking bruises that had you wanting more. usually you’d ask the girls that you’d fuck to not leave any marks on you. but you wanted abby’s. and you weren’t ashamed of it. her warm big hands cupped your tits. “couldn’t stop looking at you in the showers… you looked so fucking hot.”
“what do you mean the showers? you were staring at the gym too.” you teased her, and her cheeks flushed.
“shut up.” she said.
“why don’t you make me?” you smirked, your face quickly changing to one of pleasure when her hand cupped your cunt, fingers pressing against your puffy clit. “you’re wet.” it was as if she were surprised.
“no shit.” you let out a chocked laughter at the little circles she draw on that little bundle of nerves. “you’re hot, abby.”
“yeah?” she inquired and you nodded.
“been wanting you since the start. too bad you were with owen.” you said.
“yeah. too bad.” she agreed, slowly trailing down your body to lay in between your legs. “but you have me now, don’t you?” she inquired, eyes on yours and you hummed.
“yeah.” but then you were moaning at the experimental lick she made up your pussy, the heavy and earthy taste of your arousal hitting her and making her groan. it was over for her. she knew she’d become addicted. “oh, fuck.” one of your hands laced on her hair, your hips rutting against her tongue. “just like that.” abby hummed, lapping at everything she could get, her strong arms surrounding your thighs to push them over her shoulder and keep you there, at her mercy. “shit, abby.” you moaned her name when you felt her slightly suck on your clit. at your reaction, she did it again, harder, hearing you whine as your back arched.
“you’re sensitive, huh?” she teased, licking at your throbbing clit, and you hissed.
“why don’t you be a good girl and keep your mouth busy with my pussy, hm?” abby swore she could come, her stomach flipping at the nickname. you noticed the blush on her cheeks. “you liked that, didn’t you? like it when i call you my good girl?” she nodded. “speak up.” you ordered.
“yeah.”
“of course you do…” you cooed, taking the hair out of her face. “then earn it. make me feel good.” that’s all she needed to go back in between your legs, sucking and making out dirtily with your pussy. “just like that. atta girl.” abby moaned, her hips rutting against the sheets in need of friction. “use your fingers, come on.” one of her hands came in between your legs, her middle fingers prodding at your hole before slowly pushing in, making you sigh in pleasure.
she started to slowly pump it in and out, relishing in your breathy moans and grunts as she sucked on your clit, after a couple of minutes pushing in a second. wet squelches coming from your pussy taking her thick fingers filled your room, along with her hums and your groans.
“good girl abby, fuck, good fucking girl.” she was eating you like a starved woman, hungry for more. she couldn’t get enough of it. of your taste. of you. “i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me cum so hard…” your hips were subconscious rutting against her mouth, chasing your upcoming orgasm. she only curled her fingers faster, sucked harder, until she felt it; the squeezing of your walls around her fingers and your thighs against her face and the cum coating her fingers and tongue. she hummed, suckling and slurping on your juices, on every last drop, making a mess out of her cheeks, lips and chin until you pushed her away due to the overstimulation, pulling from her blonde hair. her hazy blue eyes looked at you, and your heart shuttered. you pulled from her so she could lay on top of you. “so pussy drunk… did you like it baby? liked eating my pussy?” she nodded, opening her mouth for you when you kissed her, feeling your hands cup her ass to thrust her against your pussy, making the two of you moan. “why don’t i teach you what else girls can do, hm?”
amazing. broo. if we're talking a soft!dom ellie, I think she'd first prefer you to be on top– purely cause she can guide you with ghosty touches/ barely even touch you but hover her hands over your hips like she's going to. kinda like making sure you can do it good but doesn't wanna overstep. until~ she catches you lacking and struggling to keep a steady pace, respiring through short gusts and sloppy thrusts, brows digging close together in frustration and she just, "babe, lie back," in the softest–satiny voice her range can rove off her already nasally tone. can u tell I'm obsessed with her voice? anyways, she adds on, "i got it, i got it~ g'nna make you feel so damn good, just relax baby." while waxing her fingers through the side of your scalp, palm resting easy on your cheek.
rough!dom / horndog!ellie tho.. uhh.. yeah no. immediately she's on top. and her hips play a mean game. pumps so good at one moment, scissoring your sticky labia open and gliding a circle shape with her pelvis on your clit. coos a grumbly, "pussy feels s'good– but tell me, what's better. my cock, or m'pussy? hmm? one answer babe." while branding bowed shapes in your asscheeks with her shallow talons. then, right when you're about to spill over and release, her hips either halt or lift off completely. she marvels in the way you get all grumpy and beck your hips in chase of hers, only egging her to back away. also is more likely to do it in risky situations!! hope this is satisfactory, anon 😫😫my brains dying
my complimentary pics of ellies back I took (no cuz her back would flex and look so hot while bashing her pussy on yours lbr)
zoe hi omg sorry for disappearing. i have a question again! what are ellie and abby's fav movie genres? also, unrelated but isn't abby and shiv soooo alike? (cunty&blonde)
anyways i missed you & i love you
-penis cat anon
omg i literally was gonna post something saying i miss penis cat anon the other day but i didn't wanna be a weirdo <3 glad you're back and i hope you're having a good week!
i mean… for ellie, i obviously have to say that it's sci-fi!! like i have to, it literally can't be anything else. i think she can quote every line from the original alien movie! it's her default movie whenever she doesn't know what to watch. could also talk about interstellar for 2 hours straight. no breaks, no pausing to think, just uninterrupted talking!! i think no matter what genre, she will find a deep significant theme in everything she watches (and i agree because i'm the same and actually everything DOES have a deep significant theme 🙄) but sometimes it's a little funny because she'll turn to you randomly, looking dead serious, and just be like "the thing about sharknado 5 that no one understands is that—"
abby, on the other hand, is very serious about her period dramas. knows more about the fashion trends of the regency era than most costume designers in the industry and she'll tell you all about it!! but truly deep down it's not about the aesthetic, she's just a romance girl <3 you know she's overdue for a pride and prejudice rewatch when she starts writing you letters and unironically calling you "mrs. anderson" (you are not married). she can get into romcoms and more modern romances sometimes, but they're simply not the same!! she does love moonstruck, mamma mia and 13 going on 30 though. but who doesn't?
and yes you are absolutely correct about the shiv and abby parallels. cunty and blonde!!! and abby would absolutely rock a bob in the same way that shiv would rock a long braid. and abby could pull off corporate hot just like shiv could pull off apocalypse hot. and they would both be fixed by a little lesbian sex :)
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LMAO definitely!!! if she ever goes suspiciously quiet, assume that she's thinking something so strange. and she won't tell you about it until it's 1am and you're about to fall asleep but she wants to know your thoughts!! it's urgent!!
Thinking about Joel from The Last of Us (what's new)
Thinking about how Joel was so young when he had Sarah
But he loved her with his entire heart
And he raised her by himself (Tommy probably helped a bit of course, but he can only do so much)
How much he worked and how much stress he was going through. Mans was on meds BEFORE the apocalypse.
Then how fast it all came crashing down for him and he lost his entire world in one night. She died begging for him to help and he couldn't do anything.
The guilt and grief must have been unimaginable. Losing a child is enough, but losing one like that?
And then I'm thinking about how much he changed.
We don't know everything about in-between Texas and Boston, but we know how terrifying he got.
And in Boston we saw it, he'd just kill and kill and it was honestly the same throughout the entirety of the first game. He was ruthless, looking for distraction and a way to get rid of his anger but obviously it was never enough.
After the hospital and return to Jackson, he obviously got softer.
Ellie was his second chance, and he knew that after what he did it was gonna go wrong eventually so he was treasuring her whilst he still could. He got to be a dad again and we saw how damn good he was at it, from conversations about Sarah to what we actually saw him doing with Ellie.
He tried really hard for her, even after she acted like she wanted nothing to do with him. Eg. Jackson Party flashback, Jesse tells Ellie how Joel keeps asking about her patrols and checking up on her without asking her because she doesn't want to talk to him. And then she yells at him in front of everyone for trying. I love Ellie, but that scene was so horrible and I actually felt like shit after it. The look on his face when he saw everyone watching him and judging him? I don't know how Ellie held it together.
And on that final flashback, the Porch Scene, he gets close to tears when she says she wants to try fix their relationship. Joel Miller, who we saw as a ruthless murderer who didn't like anyone in the first game, getting choked up because the Infected Girl, the One, Ellie, his babygirl, wanted to be his daughter again.
And they never got the chance to go back to normal and it breaks my heart.
Going through his house you could also see how he'd relaxed there, too. Woodcarving, playing gee-tar of course, rocking chair on the porch, books (space book with the glasses made me cry, he read it just for her even when they weren't talking. he really tried), the pictures of his two girls in his room and family around the house. And when I play that part all I can think about it how lonely he was. Imagine how much time he spent alone in that house or sitting outside on the porch. He must have felt so left out because everyone had somebody but he didn't anymore.
One thing that really made me sob was the picture of the dinner his family and Ellie and whatnot were at. The one where Tommy's there, Maria's there, Ellie's there.. and noone sits beside him. Because they're all with their somebodies and Ellie can't bear the sight of him. The look on their faces as they awkwardly avoid eye contact and everything is so sad.
Joel. Miller. Deserved. Better. Say it louder for the ones in the back
And no I'm not ready to watch this play out all over again in the HBO version.
bruh horndog!ellie is def to make gross ass sex sounds as she humps you when you bend down, sounding like those horrible pornos
stoop cuz I saw a few hcs where it's like she mimics a pornstars moans. yeah she def does that. also just says the most obscene head–turning things, like "m'gonna fuck you silly, right here, and you'll take it like a good slut, n'matter what." in a semi–public area and she'd be so loud abt. see, perv!ellie and horndog!ellie r like partners in crime, cuz ones more like a loser that can't stop masturbating to the visions of you nude in her head, feeding that terrible idea she has– then, turns into a heavy breathing whoremonster who's pussywhipped and ready to tell you all of those pervy fantasies. its getting HEAVY in my farm!ellie breeding smut with horndog dialogue its just. filthy. y'all better be ready.
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i feel like ellie loves giving praise bc she loves to see ur reactions :(
anon i simply HAVE to agree!!
she may seem all tough but her heart is soso soft for you and you only. she wants to make sure you feel loved at all times so she’ll praise you for almost everything you do!
she’ll compliment your outfits every single day and have you do a little spin for her just so she can watch you grow all shy and smiley from all the attention. when you finish a big task like all your homework or more mundane things like chores, she is always there to tell you how proud she is and how good of a girl you are for her!!
there is just something about making you all squirmy with delight that makes her heart feel soso warm :( she tries to memorize every reaction you have to the praise you receive, as it’s truly her favorite thing in the entire world <3
but i also have to mention that she is insane about praising you while she’s fucking you too :( when you’re riding her strap, barely able to keep your eyes open while you desperately try to bounce up and down, she is praising you through it all. soft mutters of “juuuust like that puppy, so good for me” and “taking my cock like such a good girl, huh? you look so pretty like this, pup”
Could you please do mutual masturbation with Ambessa and fem reader?
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Kinktober Day 29: Mutual Masturbation
Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader
''That's right, darling. Just keep looking at me and do as I say.'' Ambessa says seductively, watching as you play with yourself. She's propped up next to you on her bed, while you're lying on your back, creating a truly wonderful show for her. She hums as one of your hands plays with your breasts and the other fingers your pussy.
Ambessa herself is rubbing her clit in a circular motion, wishing that it were your soft fingers doing that instead of her calloused ones. But, this was the point, the two of you were supposed to watch each other masturbate without touching the other person. So far, she enjoyed this, especially since she knew she had better self-control than you did.
You moan and look at Ambessa with pleading eyes, knowing your fingers cannot satisfy you the way hers can. Hers are much longer and thicker, always hitting the perfect spots within you. She smirks when she notices the way your gaze lingers down to her fingers, as if she's just waiting for you to start begging.
''Keep going, my pet. This was your idea after all.'' She coos, knowing that her teasing only tortures you more. You whine as you struggle to get yourself even close to your release, so used to Ambessa's touch that you can't even come on your own anymore.
And this was exactly what Ambessa wanted you to know. She wanted you to realize that no one can fuck you or make you feel as good as she does, not even you yourself.
Ambessa leans down to whisper into your ear, ''You can touch me once you've made yourself come, my sweet.'' She orders strictly, knowing that it's a near-impossible task for you.
For now, she's ready to lean back and enjoy the show, always happy to watch her darling girl squirming and begging for her Mistress to touch her.
song i listened to while writing: bossa nova x west coast (mashup) by nvbr
a/n: i apologize that this is short and not very good. i'm just experiencing a bit of a writer's block and a burnout rn. i'll be back to my usual quality soon :)
Yk the mod pics of Ellie in a sports bra n her jeans? And it shows that she has veins on her v-line leading down… just wondering how u think she’d react if reader licked em…
i am sick in the head thinking about going down on ellie and getting to do this </3
ellie makes you get down on your knees when you ask to eat her out, her warm hands taking hold of your shoulders to guide you down so that you can press your face against the rough material of her jeans. she keeps a close watch of you the whole time, cooing at your wide eyes that are all too eager.
“go on, m’ not gonna do all the work for you” she teases. you nod your head quickly, attempting to still your shaking hands as you begin to unbutton her jeans. once you got her zipper undone, you began to take in the small details of her body.
it was impossible to ignore the veins that ran down her v-line, as they were barely covered by her happy trail. she was just about to ask you what was taking so long but she didn’t get the chance, as you let your tongue peek out from between your lips, making direct eye contact with her as you slowly licked downwards.
you watched as her brows knit with confusion before the pleasure set in, her hand now making a makeshift ponytail out of your hair as you continued to do as you pleased. “you’re fucking filthy, you know that?” she asks as her breaths grow labored, although she made no protests as you lowered her jeans along with her boxers so they wouldn’t be in your way.
you only eased up for a moment, giving her a sweet smile before you spoke. “i know” you say in a cheery tone, her words going straight to your cunt that was already aching just from getting to touch her.
ellie scoffed at this but she couldn’t stop the small curses from passing her lips as you kissed your way down her tummy until you were at her v-line, taking the time to press an especially messy kiss there before you continued downwards.
and she keeps a tight grip on your hair the whole time, practically face fucking you— although it’s not as if you mind letting her use you however she wants to. in the middle of it all you catch her whining, her green eyes growing hazy as she watched you lap messily at her cunt, so eager to please her.
you periodically make sure to lift your head so you can trail a few more kisses there, as you quickly learn just how sensitive she is there. she is a complete mess by the time you’re done with her, practically shaking as you give her one last kiss on her clit after making her cum just for good measure.
i am a firm believer that she would be incredibly sensitive there and anyone who disagrees can argue with the wall!!!
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yk those fuck machines? the ones with the dildo… well i was thinking abby watching you getting fucked by one of them and she’s talking you through it and touching your clit-
ummm okay bye
oh my god??? this kinda sucks i’m like out of my element rn
nsfw
abby coos at you as you cry into the sheets, the side of your face pressed against the bed and your hands fisting at the bed. you had given up trying to push back into the toy fucking into you, instead just slouching against the bed and letting it happen.
you could feel your arousal coating the inside of your thighs, along with the toy that made me pool of slick when it slides inside you to the hilt. abby’s hands never leave you, her soft touches contrasting perfectly with the cock slamming into you over and over.
she hums as you whine, tightening your grip on her hand as she watches in awe at you get fucked by the toy she normally uses on you— but from this angle… she would never forget how it looks. how your cunt so easily takes it in, heavily overstimulated but still taking it
your back is arched, chest pressed against the bed and completely at abby’s disposal. the machine is at a consistent pace, kind of like a heartbeat, abby sometimes speeding it up or slowing down. “so fucking sexy,” her big hands squeeze your wet thighs, finding your swollen clit but you almost immediately cry and try move away from the pads of her fingers.
she tuts and you sob as she places a kiss onto your ass and finds your clit again, despite your flinching. you’d tell her if you’re uncomfortable, but you truthfully like it. you like being fucked out and overstimulated by her, but she knows that— you make it very obvious.
you bring her hand you’re holding like your life depends on it closer to your face, craving the soft contact and of course she complies, wiping the tears from your cheeks and running her fingers through your disheveled hair. she massages your scalp as well as your clit and you feel more arousal gush from your pretty cunt, you feel so messy n used.
you recognise the all too familiar building feeling in your stomach and your breath hitches, just letting noises fall from your mouth uncontrollably. “my poor girl, hm?” it’s almost like she’s teasing you, moving her hand from your pussy to increase the speed of the machine.
you whimper and shake your head, “abby— cant…” you’ve lost count on how many times you’ve cum now, and you’re not even sure you can again. your senses are heightened, you can feel everything, all her touches and kisses, your cunt dripping and your legs shaking. “aw, it’s okay sweetheart. just let it happen.”
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