abbys mutt🎀

Your lips were soft, tentative and gentle at first. Bella’s own movements were stagnant and delayed, achingly so. It took a moment of your lips prying her own open to feel the unsure prod of her tongue against yours, another for a startled gasp to leave her lips upon your body pushing her own down against the mattress, tongue sweeping behind her teeth in an unfamiliar way that pulled a hesitant hum from the back of Bella’s throat. Your thigh pressed between her thighs as you pushed further against her, thin tank top barely separating your pressed together chests, your fingers trailing below the hem of Bella’s. Your tongue would swirl with Bella’s, inexperienced she’d follow your lead, spit spilling from the corners of your lips, tongues sliding together while your ragged breaths passed between your slick lips.

𐙚 synopsis: angel comes home pent-up after a long day of work and wants to make you feel good.

𐙚 content: oral, sub!reader, praise, little plot. friends w benefits. dirty talking. smut. nsfw. mdni. not proofread

reblogs greatly appreciated, thank u !!

Angel was pent up. She was pissed, sad, confused, and strangely horny. The only thing she had been thinking about all day was getting back home to her roommate, you.

You weren’t dating, but you weren’t exactly just friends either. Friends with benefits weren’t usually your thing, but damn did Angel really have a way with her words. And her body. And her face.

“Cariño,” Angel hums as she walks through the door, words slurring ever so slightly, indicating her slight tipsiness. It’s nothing serious, though. “I missed you.” She calls as she trudges through the tiny apartment to your room, where you are laid curled up in an oversized band tee watching some random reality show.

You look up, raising an eyebrow at her sudden clinginess. It was unlike her to immediately come and seek out your affection. She was sort of like a cat, she liked attention but only on her terms. “I missed you too..?” You reply, trying to combat the confusion in your tone.

Angel grunts, draping herself over your lap, head on your chest and her arms wound around your neck. “I need you,” she coos, lightly kissing your collarbone that was exposed from the baggy shirt slipping down one shoulder.

Your jaw clenches, desperately trying to fight back a noise as her lips descend. “Angel—” You begin, only to be abruptly shushed as she moves in between your legs.

Her fingers are cold as they move your already damp panties to the side, and you instinctively shift to accommodate her new position, legs spreading.

“Needy girl,” she teases, a smug smirk on her lips as she runs two slender fingers across your clit. Teasing. You gasp, back arching off the bed. You’ve always been exceptionally sensitive.

Your fingers curl into her hair, but you don’t try to pull her closer or guide her in any way. You let her lead. It isn’t often that Angel is dominant, but you don’t mind when she is.

Her tongue flattens across your throbbing clit, lapping leisurely at it. When your hips start bucking a little too much for her liking, she brings her free hand to your hip, gently holding you in place. “I know, baby. Feels so good,” she mumbles against your slick skin.

Your eyes close as your moans grow in volume, eyebrows pinching together and your chest heaving. Angel won’t have it. “Look at me. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” she insists with a lazy smirk, sucking lightly on your clit as she gently pushes two fingers into your cunt, trying to be mindful of her nails.

You flush, but obey nonetheless. “Angel—!” You squeak as your legs begin to shake. She doesn’t slow down, but she doesn’t speed up either.

When she curls her fingers just right and her tongue flicks at your clit, you finish with a soft cry. Your chest heaves.

She helps you through the last little aftershocks, then pulls away. Her fingers raise to your mouth. “Open,” she commands, and you do. Her fingertips press against your tongue, letting you taste yourself. You suck obediently until you can no longer taste the filthy arousal.

pooch was calculated in what she was going to do, with abby’s back turned she quietly hurried over to the small fruit stand; quickly shoving as many purple grapes into her mouth as possible, and then some into her abbys jacket pockets. it probably would’ve went on for longer if the concession worker hadn’t had noticed.

“hey! stop it.” the old lady would nag; making abby turn her head. the sight all but 15 feet from her already giving her a headache; her girlfriend who’s cheeks are stuffed like a squirrel with grapes being scowled by the older woman.

“pooch! what are you doing?” abbys tone stern with a groan and she rushed over; grabbing her smaller girlfriend by the scruff of her neck. “hey, hey one at a time; c’mon, spit some out.” her other hand digging to pull some grapes out. “you’re gonna choke, stop it.” grabbing her neck harder; effectively making her spit the grapes into abbys hand with an ouchie!

Possible dub-con/ non-con and violence

Shower thoughts lwk

Noncon with kidnapper!Abby and her thick strap !!

You can’t feel your head. You barely can feel any of your body actually— cold sweat is drying somewhere on your body, faint traces of blood on your temple from where you’d fallen on the pavement after getting sedated. You feel the bruises blooming on your body from how roughly you’d been put into the backseat. You barely remember what happened, your brain is slow thanks to the drug in your system. Your eyes open, it’s blurry but you’re sure you see right. Your hands are cuffed.

“Are we awake already?” A voice coos. You feel goosebumps on your skin, followed by an eerily cold hand. It turns you on your stomach, pulling your hips up just enough for your dress to slip up. Your panties are pulled down, exposing your privates to your kidnapper. “Such a pretty little cunt, and it’s all for me, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

You feel her hand on the back of your neck, grip tightening, rough. She pulls you up. “It hurts,” you whimper— pitiful, low, broken. That just makes your kidnapper, Abby, laugh, “hurts, huh?” She pushes you against a wall, a poster against your cheek. You try to focus your eyes. It’s your face staring back at you. Big black bold letters that spell MISSING. Your eyes widen, “that’s— but that’s—”

“Oh I know, my sweet girl.”

Her strap enters you, slow and girthy. The stretch takes you by surprise. You instantly start struggling, but she’s far stronger than your drugged out, sloppy body. You writhe against the wall, pull your wrists from the knot of the rope holding them in place— it’s all useless. She pressed you harder against the wall, til you feel your cheeks getting sore from the pressure.

“It hurts… it hurts so much,” you sniffle, voice wavering.

“It’ll stop hurting if you just fucking hold still,” Abby lies straight to your face, and slams her hips into your plush butt, strap shoving deep in you. The sounds your pussy makes in the moment is so fucking embarrassing, walls clamping around her dick like you want this when you don’t.

“Stop, stop, please…” you sob, tears wetting the poster, “it hurts.”

Abby laughs softly, “your cries are even cuter than I’d imagined.”

She reaches forward and presses your tummy, “you feel that? That’s all me, babygirl.”

You whine, making a loud desperate sound in the wall, “please… I can’t take it.”

“You can.” Abby fucks into you harder making you cry out in pain, the base— that’s girthier than the rest of the shaft— fucks into you with more force than necessary, just to prove a point that you’re now stuck being her fucktoy.

ᯓ➤ high libido! ellie x low libido reader headcanons . .

— tags & warnings : nsfw, adult content — mdni, gp! ellie williams, overstimulation, rough sex, gentle sex, cockwarming, dirty talks. proceed with caution.

find the request here 💌

‎𑣲── im thinking of ellie who lasts in bed for several rounds — even hours than the average sex you had grown accustomed to. sure, you can last for several rounds in bed, but ellie was just a beast in bed, not even stopping even when you're overstimulated — or she's shooting nothing when she comes.

‎𑣲 ‎‎── ellie, who's shy about it at first when you two started dating. she absolutely thought that you'd find it weird, or that it might turn you off — but she was happy once she knew that you were comfortable about that fact.

‎𑣲 ── ellie, who finds herself to get horny or turned on so easily at your simple gestures! your head is in her lap during movie nights? you can already feel the bulge of her cock straining against your cheek. sitting in her lap? you can bet a hundred that in less than five minutes, her cock would poke through your ass.

‎𑣲 ── ellie, who was so worried when she noticed how frequent you two have done sex or talked about it. she was nervous to discuss it with you — mainly thinking that it was a her problem, but you already reassured her, saying that you were not just the one who had an excellent stamina in bed, and that you'll always love her, despite the contrast you both have.

‎𑣲── she is so obsessed with lazy/soft sex, definitely loves the fact that she's barely moving her own hips — just enough for her dick to inch in and out of you as you're pressed against her chest! what more could she ask for?

‎𑣲 ── cockwarming with ellie is basically heaven, she loves it when you allow her to just let her cock stay inside you for hours on end, sometimes shifting into an another round for the both of you <3

‎𑣲── ellie, who still doesn't stop until you're squirting all over her cock. she makes it her personal mission that she won't stop until you're crying out from overstimulation or you're squirting all over the sheets, staining your bed.

‎𑣲 ── ellie, who just loves it when you're so horny <3 it's once in a blue moon that you're this needy — mostly when you're ovulating. (yes, she knows when you start your cycle) we're talking about ellie who shamelessly loves it when you use her for your pleasure, riding her cock until you're on the verge of passing out.

‎𑣲 ── sex with ellie is basically soft, vanilla sex where she's pressed against your neck, holding your hand tightly as she whispers how much she loves you, or how she's grateful to have you in her life — or rough, hardcore ones where she's pressing your head against the mattress, her cock reaching her cervix as she slams against you, grunting of how tight you were against her, or how you needed to shut the fuck up and let her have this. (she'd tell you later how much she meant none of those words, and you'd always reassure her that you were completely fine with her being rough.)

‎𑣲 ── ellie, despite having a high stamina in sex — always prioritizes your comfort more than anything. she knows how easily you get overwhelmed after, so she stops herself from going onto another round, already taking care of you after — her bulge straining against her pants.

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masterlist / the last of us

summary: one bed (or technicially couch) trope with bestfriend!ellie. warnings: fingering, thigh riding, cunnalingus, choking, all r!recieving, goofy goobers. word count: 3,778 words "ellie speaking", "reader speaking"

"jesus" ellie complains as she slams the door, wind fighting against it. the cold causes a dusty pink to frost her cheeks. as much as you both want to collapse into your sleeping bags and let some much needed rest consume you - safety comes first. so the both of you, guns lazily at your sides, take a quick look around the unfamiliar cabin.

finding nothing but woods surrounding the cabin and nothing but the two of you inside, collapsing on the couch is the next move. you're both a little winded from trotting through the forest as well as the cold outside.

you catch ellie take a glance from you to the floor before sighing and beginning to pull her sleeping bag out. she tosses it on the floor then stands to remove her coat. your brows furrow as you sit up a little, realizing that she's trying to give you the couch "you're not sleeping on the floor" you tell her with a bit of an annoyed tone. not necessarily annoyed at her, but at the fact that she thinks you'd ever let her sleep on the floor.

she takes a glance around the room, motioning her hand out as if to point out the obvious. there's only one couch and nowhere else to sleep. "well you fucking aren't either." she responds while laying out her sleeping bag "i don't mind, really" ellie assures as she goes to sit down.

before she can make it to the ground, you lean forwards and tug the sleeping bag right out from under her ass. when ellie lands on the wooden floor, her jaw clenches as she dead stares you. however, there's only so mad she can be when you're smiling at her like it's the funniest thing you've ever done.

"just come share the couch" you suggest casually, laying her sleeping bag with yours before you lay onto your side, facing the back of the couch. ellie just stays on the floor for a moment awkwardly, lips parting then closing as she considers the offer. "there isn't room, you'll be uncomfortable." she says, though if you turned around you'd see the hesitation she took in declining.

you sigh and shrug your coat off, tossing it over the back of the couch. "if it gets uncomfortable then i'll just push you off" you tease, making her scoff a small laugh. then you turn your head back to look at her "really. i don't mind if you don't" you assure her.

you wait a few seconds to see if she'll come but when you hear no movement you eventually give up. too tired to argue. sleep is already pulling you away from conciousness. however, your eyes flutter back open when the couch cushion dips in from behind. a short smile spreads your lips whilst shuffling forwards to make as much room for ellie as possible.

her elbow presses into your back and you can pretty much sense the fact that she's trying to maintain space out of respect for your comfort. but fuck that. "we're both girls els" you say as if either of you are anywhere close to straight. before she can ask what you mean, ellie feels your hand grip hers to pull her arm across your waist.

she pauses, unsure of if this is a good idea. she's already been feeding her own delusion for months of wishing you liked her like she likes you. but at the end of the day, there's already so little room on the couch and there's no sign of discomfort from you so she leans into it, shuffling forwards a bit to have a little more room on the three seated sofa- unintentionally making your bodies just barely touch.

"night" "goodnight"

a couple moments pass and ellie is slipping into unconciousness. there is no sound besides the creaks of the old cabin and whatever lurks in the woods. still, something pulls her from slumber. it's your body pushing backwards into hers.

ellie assumes your just getting comfortable until your leg gently hooks around her ankle, pulling it forwards between your legs. she feels herself freeze even the slightest movement. breathing suddenly feels optional.

ellie is still unsure if it was of any kind of intention until your foot glides up and down the bottom of her leg slowly, gently. your butt pushing back again. almost instinctively her hand squeezes your waist as she asks "what are you doing?"

her questioning makes you reconsider your actions for a moment. had you been taking the hints wrong? was she not into you? into this? "i dunno.." tone shyer now, your foot pauses against her ankle, slowly slipping off her.

there's a stillness that makes you think you must have made things awkward. you're ripped from your devastation when ellie makes a split second decision to wrap her arm further around you. tugging you into her. there's a short pause, just enough for ellie to question if that's what you had wanted but then you roll over until your squished with your back against the couch - face to face with ellie.

the stunned yet hopeful look in ellie's pretty brown eyes reflect the same emotion as yours. neither move first, but simultaniously your lips press together. maybe it's the lack of sleep but the feeling of her lips on yours somehow both relaxes and lights up everything in you so intensely. there's a safety within the trust you two have and a danger in the risk of that trust.

her hand is on your side, her thumb barely sliding beneath your shirt. your hands find place cupping her rose colored cheeks. it starts pure and innocent. you've both been waiting for the intimacy that breaks the line of friendship for a long time. she squeezes your side and you cup her jaw more, both your lips pulling and pushing, feeling infuriated that you can't mend your bodies closer.

your leg eventually rests up over her hip. that's where it starts. it isn't a big deal, just a small action. until she subconciously shifts her leg and it nudges against your clothed pussy. regardless of if it was purposeful or not, your response is to grind yourself into her thigh.

ellie takes the hint, breaking her mouth away from yours as she presses her knee up with intention this time. your lips part with a gasp as you meet her eyes slowly. after a beat, ellie speaks "you're so fucking pretty" the glimmer of admiration in her eyes tells you she means it with every bone in her body. though you have little time to be sappy when her hand slips down to your waist. ellie pulls your hips forward - grinding her thigh into your core again.. and again, starting to build a rythym.

her eyes stay locked on your face as you softly exhale, your hips fighting against her grip as you try to grind your hips harder and needier then the pace she's set. the smallest smile creeps onto ellie's lips at your tangible need.

her hand grips harder to still your hip, thigh still rubbing right into your clothed pussy. the softest whine leaves your lips in both frustration and pleasure. ellie looks in awe of the fact that she's eliciting this kind of reaction. all you can do is continue to cup her face whilst shifting close as possible and tucking your head beneath her chin, hiding your face into your bestfriends neck.

the pride stays within ellie's expression as she pulls you down over her thigh again and again. you're starting to grow irritated with your jeans stunting the pleasure you want, her hands guiding your hips how she wants only makes it worse.

with a sigh, your hand pulls hers off your waist. she's frozen with concern until you pull her hand toward your jeans. she's just about to work your button open when suddenly she pauses. "here-" she shifts forwards, pushing you further into the couch. "on your back" she tells you.

you comply, watching as she sits up on her knee's between your legs. seeing your bestfriend between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans is already enough to have you aching for her to do whatever she wants.

ellie tugs your pants off. then her hands rest on your knee's whilst she looks over you. she first gazes at the very visible damp spot on your white underwear. then her eyes roam to how your hands lay at your sides, hair being messed up by the pillow beneath you - the best part being your face. lips parted, eyes pleading for her to do something.

every moment is painfully slow when her hands glide down your legs. but it's worth every second when she carefully straightens out your panties, like you're a doll she's scared she'll break. it's sweet - however, her thumb pressing onto your clit takes you out of your state of admiration.

ellie begins circling her thumb slowly, watching your facial expressions twist into pleasure with each movement. your hands impatiently reach down to take off your underwear but the second your fingers graze the material, her free hand gently grabs your wrist. her tone is soft but firm "no. just- i've got you. don't." as she speaks, her hand pushes your arm back to your side.

"but-" you are instantly cut off from speaking when once again her thumb firmly presses circles around your clothed clit. in reaction your hips push up - you look a little dumbfounded by her audacity to cut you off. but before you can start again she's roaming her free hand up over your stomach, then she shuffles on top of your body till she can press her mouth eagerly onto yours.

her thumb stays softly toying with your clit over your underwear. it's enough to make your hips squirm softly for more, but still - it's not what you need. her free hand proceeds, pausing just for a second to gently brush the back of her hand over your hardened nipple. you still have your shirt on but the soft touch of her knuckles makes your body shiver nonetheless. it almost tickles.

you feel her lips twist into a smile against yours, then her knuckles brush over your nipple again, making you sigh through your nose at the ticklish feeling. her lips break off of yours, lips brushing along your cheek, her face hovering just next to yours to listen as you gasp softly each time her thumb strokes over your clothed pussy.

ellie's other hand is slowly sliding up from your tit, just grazing over your skin ticklishly. ellie pulls back from your face to look at you, her breath still warm against your cheek. her hand brushes over your skin further upwards, her knuckles making their way over your collarbone, then reaching your neck. her eyes are loving and touch soft as she brushes your hair away from your neck.

you love how sweet she is, you do, but.. there's something else you want. you bring your hand up to rest over the hand on your neck. your eyes roam to ellie's and you're met with a questioning look. ellie's expression turns to slight surprise as you press her hand down, silently asking her fingers to splay out over your throat.

her thumb is still lazily stroking over your underwear when her palm presses down. her fingers just are barely touching the sides of your neck on their own now. ellie doesn't miss how your head tilts back slightly - silently asking for her to proceed. "yeah?" ellie softly breathes out, eyes questioning to be sure.

you nod quickly, making her smile at your eagerness. she does as you wanted, her hand wrapping around your throat with a pressure that's just enough to make everything a little more hazy - but not enough to hurt.

her fingers begin to slip beneath your underwear and two of her fingers very gently press against your aching hole, circling slowly. a whine pushes from your mouth but it comes choked due to the increased pressure on your neck.

she doesn't need to tease you about how soaked you are for her - the look in her eyes melded with her grin she gives you says enough. her thumb strokes the side of your neck to keep your attention both on her and the pleasure your recieving. her two fingers, already wet just from your folds, slowly press inside of you.

your mouth falls open with a gentle moan, your hips already pushing down towards her hand in a silent plea for more. more of anything. ellie's presses a kiss to your cheek - squeezing your throat still as she begins to pump her digits in and out just a couple times, feeling your pussy squeeze each time, aligned with the small gasps and soft moans you elicit.

ellie curls her fingers up experimentally, rubbing just the right spot inside of you - it causes you to grab at her side, your fingers gently digging into her skin. you want need that again, and she can certainely tell. her fingers curl up once more, then again, she keeps going - a rythym being set.

"ellie.." you whine out her name as your fingers clasp around her wrist, eyes shutting. it feels embarassing to fall apart so quickly for her - but she doesn't think it's embarassing at all, infact it's the most satisfying reaction she feels like she could get from someone.

ellie's fingers curl up harder, eliciting a whine that you choke out. your breath is uneven and she decides to remove her hand from your throat to instead grasp your jaw, turning your face towards hers. "'s it feel good?" ellie isn't the most confident person in the world so you can tell that it isn't just dirty talk, she's genuinely questioning you on her abilities.

she doesn't make it easy to respond when her thumb strokes over your clit in time with the curl of her fingers. "f- uck" you whine, not missing the grin spreading back onto her face again at your struggle. your eyes narrow but you don't have the will to argue, instead finally responding with "uh-huh" whilst as your legs squeeze her sides, twitching slightly as your hips stutter up.

ellie releases your jaw and her fingers stop for just a second. you would complain if you weren't watching as she shifts down between your legs. ellie's fingers resume curling into your fluttering walls, the moan you choke out is flithy as is but it turns to a even louder cry when her lips close in around your clit. your squirming and pretty noises make ellie wish she could stay here all day. any worry or regret for pushing the boundaries of friendship dissapeared the second she knew you wanted this as much as she does.

"ellie!" you cry out again, no longer able to resist your hands snaking into her hair. she hums back in response, the vibration only making it all the better. your fingers subconciously grasp harder into her hair for stability.

ellie's fingers pump faster, curling harder in desperation for more of your pleasured reactions. unsurprisingly, she gets what she wants when your legs tense up around her head. in response she latches her mouth around your clit harder, suckling in a way that makes your legs tense and shake harder.

you're getting much closer but you're also growing extremely sensitive from her teeth and tongue's assault on your clit. the previous teasing to it had done nothing to help. ellie can tell it must be a lot by the way your hips are jerking up each time her fingers curl or her mouth clasps around your clit.

she resorts to pressing down on your stomach to still you, whilst gently flicking her tongue against your swollen nerves. apparently that didn't lessen any of the feeling because instantly the sound of her name spills from your lips, sounding like a plea as you abruptly gush over her still pumping fingers. your thighs clasp and your body shakes, head tilted back as you mutter curses and gasp softly through your orgasm.

she's memorized by your reaction. she really is. that's exactly why she needs more. you think she's just guiding you through it, making sure that you've rode out your high completely. it gets to the point where your stomach nearly aches from the orgasm and your clit is twitching sensitively. yet, her fingers still curl and pump into you.

"ellie i'm done y- oh- shit, els. too fucking much" you can't communicate coherently when her lips come to suck down on your clit again, swapping between that and flicking her tongue against the swollen nerve.

"want me to stop?" she mumbles right against your clit whilst still fucking her fingers into you like her hand isn't beginning to cramp up. her eyes meet yours and although a tear brims your eyes, she see's the pleasure all over your fucked out expression, making her decide to continue.

you don't want her to stop but your palms are almost subconciously pushing at the top of her head as your hips fight to buck up into her. ellie smacks your hands away gently. "keep them to yourself." she mumbles with mild irritation before getting straight back to devouring you.

you only listen for so long before you're squirming, mind a haze and it's all too much. your palm pushes at her head once more. with a sigh, her fingers still and she lifts her head up slightly "seriously." she grumbles, mouth shining with your cum as she gives you a more stern look - one you don't personally tend to receive from ellie, though many others do.

you're irritated at the fact that she halted her movements and you want to complain but given the circumstances, you'd rather just do what she wants so she'll continue. "okay! sorry." you say, shooting a bit of a glare at ellie before your head tilts into the pillows, hands coming up to rest next to it.

with a roll of ellie's eyes, teeth and tongue take your clit back whilst her two fingers curl up into your sensitive walls, you feel your eyes flutter shut when you whine, both hands grasp the pillow next to your head so you don't instinctively reach out to grasp at her hair again.

ellie's unoccupied hand moves away from your stomach to instead push your thigh's open further for her - but it's nearly impossible for you to stop how your trembling legs close in on her. so eventually she grips your ankle, gently lifting your leg over her shoulder for better access.

your heel is digging into ellie's back with each curl of her fingers or harsh flick of her tongue. your pleasured struggle only makes her more determined to finish you off. ellie's fingers slide out of your pussy, a second of emptiness that makes your head lift to look down but she instantly replaces it with her tongue now fucking into you instead. her thumb going to your clit instead to rub back and forth with fervor. it's a little too much for how overstimulated you are.

you sit up slightly, knuckles turning white from the grasp in the blankets you take. your hips twisting and twitching makes it hard for ellie to keep her tongue fucking into you but she's a determined girl, her face only pressing into you more, tongue pushing faster whilst her thumb on your nerves is making your stomach and pussy both squeeze.

you sit up further so you can place your hand over hers, bringing it off your thigh and onto your stomach so you can hold onto itt for support. ellie is quick to respond by squeezing your hand back comfortingly.

"mph- elliee" "come on pretty" your voice is high and rasped, hers is soft and soothing - yet with a eager impatience to see you fall apart again. at this point you aren't even moaning, just breathlessly gasping with small whines from how dry your throat is. you feel the tension in your gut, it builds with each and every bit of pressure your swollen nerves take until finally your walls squeeze around nothing, her tongue flattening over your hole.

you squeeze ellie's hand so hard it hurts but she doesn't mind, too entranced by your fucked out expression and the way you leak on her tongue. you don't fully comprehend ellie's small praises "there you go" and "that's it" fading into the background as she continues to stimulate your pussy softly between words till you begin coming down.

once you're back down to reality, both of ellie's hands leave all other occupation to instead softly rub along your sides. her tongue laps at your pussy once, then twice more. enough to make your eyes shut, legs twitch and pussy clench for her one last time.

her eyes are glued to the aftermath of the mess she's made, the sight of cum dripping out of you whilst you pant heavily - a soft smile on your face is enthralling to her. ellie has the decency to come back up your body and press her lips to your sweat ridden forehead. two of ellie's fingers slowly push your cum back inside of you.

your arms wrap up around ellie's neck. face burying into her shoulder, you feel as she kisses the top of your head. her fingers slowly slip out of you as she slowly pushes up off of you "hold on" she speaks soothingly. just as fast as she gets off the couch - she returns just as with a cloth and your water bottle. she wets the cloth and then gets back on the sofa whilst she spreads your knee's apart. ellie kneels between your thighs to slowly and gently clean you up.

you're completely memorized by this side of her. the soft yet intense and intimate side of ellie. once ellie's done cleaning you up, you grab her arm and pull her to lay down with you. she falls forwards into the couch with a soft huff of a laugh. now that the boundary of friendship is broken, you shuffle to lay yourself onto your friend - resting your head onto her, burying your face in her neck.

her palms smooth over your hair and back, then you both slowly drift off. the conversation of whatever that was can wait till the morning. all you both know is that you feel safe within each others hold and platonic or not you love each other all the same.

y’all are so feral for rue with a strap on

and guess what boo, i am too HELLO

the tantalizing sounds of skin slapping echoing around the room was underestimating the word loud. rue sat on a spinning chair you had in your room, legs spread wide apart with you in between them bouncing on her like a bunny.

rue had nothing on besides a oversized rock t-shirt and a long strap-on strapped tight around her hips which was currently deep inside of your quivering walls. a joint lit and placed between her pursing lips, smoking while she let’s you ride her like a madwoman.

there you go, with nothing on. completely exposed as you rode your girlfriend’s fake cock like it was your life purpose. little hands gripping at rue’s shoulders tightly, your supple breasts bouncing erratically on your chest the more faster you went on the dildo.

rue fingers then went up to grab at the joint, removing it from her slightly chapped lips. a cloud of gloomy smoke entering your senses and vision as she breathed it out, her brown buzzed out eyes shot up to yours and your fucked out features. a lazy chuckle emitting from her throat at the sight of you getting off on the fake cock.

“how does it feel?” her words were slightly slurred as she felt like she was experiencing the heavy utopian feeling of euphoria, high as the fucking sky while fucking her pretty little girlfriend all at the same time. your response was a string of soft curses with familiar whines and mewls ringing the air, so unable to contain the sounds as you chased after your awaiting high.

“it- feels so good, rue…”

needy!bottom!abby who pushes your face impossibly deeper into her pussy, grinding her hips down hard. whining that she needs you even closer than that.

needy!bottom!abby who sneaks in quickies anywhere, even on patrols—finding quiet hidden places for you to ruin her. once securely hidden she shyly pulls your hand down to her her belt buckle whimpering a small “please” & “i’ll be so fast.”

needy!bottom!abby that will often lay in your shared bed in positions that expose her glistening pussy, in hopes that you’ll be so tempted she won’t have to ask you to give her what she so desperately needs.

needy!bottom!abby who isn’t afraid to get handsy in public. hands wrapped around your waist dipping just a bit too low; everyone around thinks it’s her way of asserting her dominance, but you know this is her way of telling you she needs you.

needy!bottom!abby who also gets really clingy, sitting next to you so close your thighs are touching, her arm wrapped around yours. often quickly burying her face in your neck to give quick kisses.

needy!bottom!abby that whenever you’re out for a long time she’ll lean down and whisper “i can’t wait to go home” in an attempt to be subtle. at her breaking point she’ll give you the cutest pouty face looking at you and then gesturing towards her.

needy!bottom!abby who goes feral when you eat her pussy and finger her at the same time. even though she tries to be quiet out of courtesy for your neighbors she can’t help but let out the sluttiest noises. she completely loses her mind and she loves every second of it. 

needy!bottom!abby who’ll sometimes edge herself when she’s alone so she’ll be even more desperate for you.

needy!bottom!abby is completely addicted to your strap, she’ll do anything to feel you inside of her. she loves fucking herself on it in doggy, completely bottoming out