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free use with els ؛ fingering u while u talk about ur day

“so, maria had me hauling supplies all morning...” you say, your voice breaking as you sinked back into the couch, your legs parted just enough for ellie’s hand to slip lower.

“It was—it was nonstop, my back’s killing me.” she chuckles, her fingers pushing your panties aside, finding you wet already, fingers circling your clit.

“poor baby..” she murmurs, voice all mock sympathy eyes locked on yours, watching you squirm. “keep talkin’ though, im listenin. tell me more.” her fingers dip lower one sliding inside you, slow and deep, you gasped your words stumbling.

“ellie! shit...” you moan your voice catching, hips twitching toward her hand as you try to focus, gripping the couch cushion.

“then—uh—tommy kept bitching about the fence repairs, like im supposed to—mhhp fix everything myself.” your voice breaks as she adds a second finger, curling them, pumping slow, her thumb brushing your clit.

“sounds like a lotta bullshit..” she whisper leaning closer, her breath hot against your neck, her fingers relentless, stretching you out, the sounds loud in the quiet room.

“you’re doin’ so good, though.. talkin’ through it while i fuck you. my tough girl, huh?” her words are sweet but teasing, her free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread.

“ellie, you’re—fuck, you’re not making this easy...” you whine, your voice high and needy head tipping back as your thighs trembled, her fingers thrust deeper, faster, her thumb circling harder.

“i—i was gonna say, then i had to— right there—deal with this kid who kept stealing tools, and—oh!” she laughs, her lips brushing your ear, her fingers pausing just enough to make you whimper.

“kid sounds like a pain in the ass.” she cooed her voice low, resuming her rhythm, slower, torturing you. “you good, babe? want me to stop so you can tell your story?” her tone is all innocence, but her smirk says she knows you won’t say yes.

her fingers curled, hitting that spot that makes you moan loud, your body betraying you. “don’t you dare stop.” you gasp, your voice raw, grabbing her wrist, urging her deeper, your hips rocking against her hand. “fuck, ellie! keep going, please, feels so— so good.”

“that’s what i thought.” she murmurs thrusting harder, her fingers slick, her thumb relentless, her eyes locked on your face, drinking in every moan, every shudder. “love hearin’ you like this, babe, all whiny and needy while you try to talk, tell me more, c’mon, what else happened?”

you try, your voice shaky, disjointed “i—uh —had to— fuck, ellie, i can’t—had to fix the gate, and—oh—it was freezing, my hands were—shit, faster.” ur words dissolve into moans, your body trembling, the pleasure too much, her fingers fucking you deep, her thumb circling fast, pushing you closer to the edge.

“freezing huh?” she teases leaning down, kissing your neck, biting softly her hand gripping your thigh harder. “bet i can warm you up, babe, cum for me, yeah?”

“ellie!” you cry your voice shattering, orgasm hitting as your body trembled clenching tight around her fingers, pleasure crashing through you.

she keeps going her fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing every shudder from you, her lips brushing your jaw. “fuck, that’s my girl, so goddamn pretty.”

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hope s3 ends with abby ellie and dina all homosexually sweating on each other in that farm house

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“give us more complex female characters!!”

You guys can’t even handle her…

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Prints

Chiming in again for day 7 of Handsome Caitlyn Week

And yes yes sniper rifles I know - Take those away though and she’d be a DAMN good fencer - complete with a nice set of mask(/helmet) hair :)

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💙CaitVi❤️

Cr.: Sequirant ~ bluey

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Caught up in the rain, using Cait’s cloak for cover

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hey uh new type of ao3 spam comment just dropped. (I know it's spam because the fic they left this comment on . doesn't have chapters. lmfao). Report this kinda comment as spam and don't take it personally it is literally recycled bullshit

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wheeeee

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piltie vi AU

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job interview today!! wish me luck >:))

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How being a femme and genuinely not giving a single fuck about my body hair and bush feels like

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went to girls night at my local gay club this fine evening and unfortunately i couldn’t keep my eyes off the butch bodyguard for the life of me

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This is your permission post to get a little bit goofy with butch/femme culture btw

y’all take this too seriously sometimes. “That’s not femme enough” “That’s too femme” My angel honey sea anemone pea princess. We are in gender buffoonery land. It has always been like that. We are clowning around in the face of gender essentialism. Stop trying to reinvent gender essentialism.

If you’ve ever accused yourself of not being femme enough, or not being butch enough, I need you to remind yourself that the culture is there to serve you. It exists so you can cope. It exists so you can feel at home. It exists so you can do gender tomfoolery and feel good.

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on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening

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“can bisexuals be femme?” “can bisexuals be butch?” real question is can bisexuals be WITH MEEE

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thinkin about puppy girl vi humping the couch while ur gone!

𐂯 warnings: puppy play(?), brat!sub!solo!vi, in a relationship/lives with you, modern au(?), she’s pretty pathetic in this, the title says it all… lol

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vi absolutely adored you. loved you so much she truly couldn’t stand to be apart from you. every time you left for work, your precious girl watched from the end of the hallway, bluer than normal puppy eyes begging for you to stay.

“I’ll be home later, okay? Be good while I’m gone!”

shut.

she was alone, once again.

though this time, there was a familiar warmness spreading between her plush thighs. a flutter in her lower tummy, making her bite down on her bottom lip as her legs rubbed together to create friction.

god, you should’ve fucked her before you left.

“Ngghh!” vi mewled out, an obscenely loud shlick of her puffy pussy sliding across the couch arm echoed in the living room. she was ass naked, mindlessly grinding her hips back and forth against the couch, sharp canines sinking into her pouty bottom lip.

this was totally your fault. for leaving her again, not thinking of her needs before you decided to go make money to keep a roof over your heads or whatever. her pretty, swollen clit blushed pink, dragging it up and down against the arm, tongue lapped out and slobbering drool onto the ground.

“Feels s’good—Guhh! Please, please, puhlease!”

poor, helpless mutt sounded like such a desperate slut, begging at an inanimate object, plump ass jiggling with each buck of her hips. she always did have a humping problem, constantly waking up to vi and her hot cunt pressed up against your thigh in the middle of the night, or walking in on her coming all over your pillow. if she was a real dog, at this rate, you’d probably have to get her fixed.

her calloused palms pawed at the couch, fingers gripping onto it so she could fuck herself better against it. it didn’t compare to your pussy, of course, but she’d take whatever she could get.

fuck, did vi miss you. you’d just left about an hour ago, but she still missed you. she remembered your sweet scent, and how your voice would melt into her ears like syrup. she imagined your pussies colliding, desperately rutting her puppy cunt against yours. or how you’d let her lap on your clit when she was a good girl, rewarding her with coming in her mouth.

but, there’d be no reward tonight. all because your stupid pup just couldn’t keep it in her pants.

her other hand groped at her own breast, fingers twiddling with her nipple, moaning from her own sensitivity. she could feel her climax creeping up, slick hole weeping onto the couch, big palms sweaty and thighs shaking. she’d been restlessly humping for more than an hour now, her little bundle of nerves twitching with urgency, needy whimpers bouncing off the walls.

“C-coming, coming, uunghh!” vi’s eyes glossed, unfocused on the world around her, the only concern she had at the moment was cumming with her heart’s desire. her hips lifted up, slimy string of wetness sticking to her swollen, abused pussy, dribbles of squirt painting the couch a darker shade of grey as she came.

the warmth spilling out of her pussy was addictive, rubbing herself raw, spurts still leaking as she rode out her orgasm on the now saturated couch. she truly was just a dog marking her territory.

she stared at the dampened stain as it seeped into the sofa arm. it was completely ruined, obviously, and she should be scared. should be absolutely petrified of what’s to come when you get home.

instead, she smirked. taking a picture of her artwork and immediately sending it to you, along with a couple other pictures that involved her nude parts.

vi: guess you should stop leaving me alone, huh?

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