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Caitlyn mommy kink 🫢 who said that

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚.     𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 mommy!cait x gf!reader

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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧     cait's ambition and role as commander means she spends less time at home, you're understanding of the importance of what she does but it doesn't make the neediness any easier when you only see her in fleeting moments. you think you're doing well keeping yourself satisfied while your mommy's hard at work until you can't anymore — making cait realise how she's neglected you recently.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :     canon compliant, established relationship, commander!cait, mommy kink, fingering (r!recieving), masturbation mentions, soft dom!cait, finger sucking, very slight dirty talk, use of nicknames (darling, sweet girl), gonna say VERY SLIGHT somnophilia as reader is half-asleep/sleepy but they're awake enough to consent — just in case for anyone 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 :     1,597k

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :     ngl wrote the ENTIRE thing and it only occured to me THEN that you might have meant caitlyn having a mommy kink for reader... so honestly, just take it as it is and sorry if its not what was asked for oops. also !!! it's my first time writing in arcane, sorry if it's a little ooc i'm still trying to get a hold on how everyone speaks, mannerisms etc so i just wrote a little something to ease into everything.     [ read on ao3 ]

[ border credit ]     [ resources for palestine ]

The bed dips behind you, shifting as someone climbs into the silk sheets. You stir, disturbed by the movement and lift your head slightly to peer over your shoulder only for Caitlyn’s soft hand to gently rest on your shoulder, pressing you softly back down to the plush pillows. Despite the excessive size of her bed, you’d purposely slept closer to Caitlyn’s side of the bed so you’d wake when she finally trudged home.

“Everything’s okay, darling. Go back to sleep for me, okay?” She asks so sweetly if not slightly weary herself, carefully pulling the sheets over the two of you before she pulls your back to her chest. You can feel her bare legs tangled with yours, her strong arm protectively (or is it possessive?) over your lower waist, resting below your tummy as she rests her chin on your shoulder. You can smell the fresh scent of her body wash but beneath that the ever present scent of gunpowder you’ve come to associate with her, feel the silk of her chemise on the skin of your ass where your own chemise has risen up.

She’s been working so much lately, longer hours and more and more responsibility that you barely saw her anymore. Only in stolen moments in the night these days, where you’d be briefly woken by her coming home and leaving. You understood, it had took work to earn her position as Commander and Caitlyn was nothing if not a perfectionist, but this mission was also personal. Sometimes you worried she sunk too much of herself into revenge that she might lose herself to it.

But as much as you understood it, you couldn’t help but feel… Neglected for it. You only saw her through bleary eyes, only felt her touch when dazed by the fog of sleep, the press of her lips as the morning sun barely rose in the sky. You didn’t want to be selfish but you were getting beyond needy.

Burying your face into her pillow, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and the scent that was just… Her as you rode your own fingers, clit grinding against the heel of your palm becomes a nightly routine, your pussy weeping as you think of her cooing in your ear gentle praises.

You’re not quite sure how many times in the last week you’ve had to get yourself off in total, nevermind how many times each night before you finally feel sated. It’s normally when your legs feel like jelly and your pussy drenched and dripping slick down your quivering thighs. 

Sometimes you hold pieces of her clothing to your face, inhaling her scent further to help bring you to the edge over and over, but the longer you keep doing that the more obscene it becomes. It goes from holding one of her shirts to your face to her panties at way too quick of a rate, a mortifying secret you hope Cait never finds out.

And once you’re done, once you think you couldn’t possibly wring another orgasm out of yourself thinking of her, you take yourself off to the en-suite and clean yourself up, slipping into bed after and pretending like everything is normal. Acting like your normal, dutiful self.

Only tonight? Tonight you musn’t of cum enough — although one would argue five times was certainly enough — because you’re whining under too gentle a caress of her fingertips against your lower belly above your sheer chemise, a low heat simmering just a touch below. 

Your ass moves back against her hips, grinding against her core like you’re looking for something specific. Mainly because you are, but it was wishful thinking she’d be wearing the strap to bed after a near enough twenty hour shift.

Caitlyn’s hand moves to your hip on her free side, stilling you as she laughs softly and with amusement. “Someone is needy. Tell me, darling, have you missed me?”

You whine sleepily, incoherent mumbling as you try desperately to move your hips again (despite knowing you’d still get no relief). “Mhm— missed y’smuch”

She makes an appreciative sound, head moving along your shoulder as she looks at your face — all scrunched up, eyes still shut from tiredness. If it weren’t for that familiar crease in your brow you always get when you’re so worked up or the way you’re softly panting, she’d tell you to go to sleep and wait til morning. “Missed your mommy, is that it?” she asks, hand lifting from your hip bone to reach up and brush hair from your face. She trusts you not to move without her say so and you don’t, trained ever so well.

Her lips press softly against the skin of your shoulders, listening to every hitch and quiver of your breath not broken by your needy mewling. “You’re not going to be able to sleep if I don’t take care of you, are you my darling?” She asks, your head shaking no softly in response. “And if I were to hazard a guess: if I were to reach my hand up here,” Her fingers graze the soft skin of your inner thighs, a soft tap to encourage you to spread your legs which you so easily adhere to. “I would find you… Ah, yes…  Soaking wet.”

Her touch sends a shiver down your spine, a soft gasp falling from your lips as your head falls back against her while her fingers drag slowly down your drenched slit. She teases gently, bringing your slick up to your clit before lightly circling your aching bud. “Sweet girl, have you been aching for me all this time? So messy, you must really be worked up, I’m surprised you aren’t begging like a pup for me. Much too tired I suppose?” Cait’s tired drawl as she slowly builds pressure against your clit, feeling it pulse against her. 

You nod in response, whining and grinding against her touch. “Pl-Please, mommy, I’ll be good. Need it… Need you, miss you, please” You babble incoherently, feeling how easily she’s bringing you to the edge already.

She’s peppering the side of your face in kisses, murmurs of good girl and so precious for mommy as two fingers sink into your pussy, her thumb taking over working your clit. You clench around the sudden intrusion, your arousal easing the slight sting as Caitlyn wastes no time stretching you open. 

You gasp at the feeling, having missed the sensation of her inside of you, your mewling and gasping eclipsing the filthy sound of your cunt squelching each time her fingers move in and out of you. It’s embarrassing how fast she brings you to the cusp of your orgasm, thighs clenching and body shaking, back arching away from her as you feel yourself gush down her hand.

“There we are, sweet girl, that’s right… Cum for me, darling, show mommy how much you’ve missed me.” She coos softly in your ear as she works you through it, only pulling her fingers away when you’re so overstimulated you’re arching away. 

She lifts her fingers to your mouth, lips dropping open without request as you kitten-lick her digits clean. “You taste wonderful don’t you, darling? Like a dream” You groan at her words, nodding softly in agreement until each one of her fingers has been cleaned by your tongue swirling around, swallowing all trace of yourself from her skin. You don’t drop her fingers from your mouth until she gently eases them out, idly sucking on them for a few moments for comfort.

“There we are, sweet girl. What do you say?”

“Thank you, mommy”

Her lips press to the side of your face, slight pressure behind the kiss before she brings her fingers from your mouth to brush your hair from your face again. “That should tide you over until morning, shouldn’t it?” She asks as you turn to face her, burying your face in the crook of her neck — inhaling her scent once more like it can ground you.

You nod, eyes closed and still pressed against her skin. “Miss you, never see you anymore” your words are muffled but she can still hear the ache, the longing in them. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to her as she hugs you.

She knew she’d been focusing on work, knew she was sacrificing certain things to achieve others but she hadn’t realised you were one of the things she’d been unintentionally sacrificing. Time, intimacy, she only saw you in this bed, saw the echoes of you in the Kirraman estate whenever she wandered through its halls late at night or early in the morning. Your book left on the side table next to your favourite arm chair, your cardigan left in the mudroom no doubt from when a day became too hot in the gardens and you had forgotten to collect it.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Her lips brush a kiss to your hairline, breathing in the lingering scent of your shampoo and perfume. “You’ll have me tomorrow, and I’ll make sure I’m at home more from now on. Can’t have my favourite girl aching for me like this, can I?”

You can feel your cheeks heating at her words, but your heart flutters at the promise in her words. Another kiss presses to your forehead before she speaks again, “Go back to sleep, sweet girl. We’ll make up for lost time in the morning, okay?”

You nod, allowing the drowsiness of sleep to start to take you. “Goodnight Cait” you murmur, your hands curled into her navy locks.

“Goodnight darling”

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🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

video games, i absolutely love love love playing overwatch whenever im not writing and my favorite game to replay is the evil within 2 (even tho i do have to replay tlou2 like badly)

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

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🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

honestly there's not a lot of kinks i wanna write that i haven't already 😭 like ive done everything from lactation to gang bangs but if i had to choose i would wanna write more period stuff even tho i kinda think its gross

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[abbysreal-wife]

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby hcs

Jealous!Abby who…

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who can’t stands when you wear low cut shirts cause it’s “to revealing” or “you look like you’re begging for a nip slip.”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who hates when other girls looks at you in the grocery store, parties, anywhere.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who stands behind you when you bend over to pick something up in Public.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who’s hands ALWAYS have to be on you at all times to “let people know”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who stares at you from across the room when you hug an old friend.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who begs to go home after a party because to many people are looking at you.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who looks somebody and down when they compliment your outfit cause “they just wanted an excuse to look at you”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who dislikes Ellie because shes always trying to “steal you away”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who watch’s the time like a hawk when you leave out somewhere to go with friends. And if you come back 4 minutes late she’s probably gonna be mad by then and think you were cheating.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who rolls her eyes when a girl name pops up on your phone “who’s that? Why can’t they wait?” “It’s my fucking mom, Abby”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who gives the meanest side eye when you laugh at Ellie’s bad dad jokes.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who would literally sleep on the couch if you say another girls outfit looks nice, because why are you staring at other woman, anyways?

Little notes!!:: this is my first time doing hcs tell me how I did……☺️

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[butchsucker]

RIDE IT (or abby gets high and rides ellie's boot. that's it!)

pairing: ellie williams/abby anderson

contents: drug use (weed), finger sucking, boot riding, boot licking, spit, dom!ellie, sub!abby.

everybody say thank you @yokedtablet (who i wrote this for) <3

word count: 3.3k

The music is loud enough that Abby can feel the bass in her teeth.

It rattles through the cracked walls and up through the floorboards, thudding in her chest like a second heartbeat. The dive bar is all chipped paint and sticky floors, lit dimly in red and green flashing lights that she’s pretty sure are giving her this wicked headache. 

It's the kind of place Ellie loves: walls plastered in old posters, bathroom graffiti layered with a decade’s worth of history, and a small, dented stage where the band thrashes and plays for their lives.

It’s a far cry from her usual scene, but Abby would follow her just about anywhere.

They're tucked at a corner table, far enough from the crowd to talk, close enough to still feel the energy of it all. Abby's chair creaks every time she shifts, facing Ellie like it always does. Ellie’s mid-sentence, talking about the band, gesturing loosely with the bottle in her hand. 

Abby tries to listen, she really does. But her eyes keep catching on the way Ellie’s lips press against the mouth of her bottle, the way her tongue darts out after each sip. The low rasp of her voice sends something skipping in Abby’s chest, her own drinks buzzing pleasantly in her veins like they’re conspiring against her.

Then Ellie moves, still entirely casual and without missing a beat in her rant. She lifts one boot—scuffed black leather, the laces loose—and sets it on the edge of Abby’s chair, right between her legs.

Abby freezes. Her eyes drop, unthinking. The toe of Ellie’s boot rests just shy of the seam of her pants, so close she swears she can feel the heat of it, or maybe she's just imagining it. She probably is.

Ellie keeps talking, completely unbothered, but there’s a flicker in her eyes when Abby looks up. It’s like she knows.

Abby swallows. That eager, shamefully needy part of her brain whispers just a little closer. Just an inch and the tip of Ellie’s boot would press right there and—

“You ready to head out?” Ellie asks suddenly, her voice cutting clean through the haze.

Abby blinks. She has to clear her throat before she can nod. “Yeah. Yeah, let me just—” she stands too fast, grabbing their coats from the back of a chair, trying not to let her hands shake.

Outside, the cold hits them fast. It’s the kind that gets under your clothes, lingers in your lungs. The air smells like wet concrete and cigarettes, the streetlights haloed in fog. It's just on the edge of winter. Still tolerable if you’re moving, unbearable if you’re standing still.

Ellie lights a cigarette, cupping it against the wind. She takes a long drag before handing it to Abby, who takes it without thinking. She doesn’t smoke, but she does a lot of things when Ellie is the one offering.

They walk close, shoulders brushing, breath visible between them.

“I liked the opener,” Ellie says, after a beat. “Wish I didn’t have stupid work tomorrow, or I would’ve stayed for the whole show.”

Abby huffs out a laugh, exhaling smoke. “You’re so brave and so responsible.”

Ellie glances sideways, grinning. “I don’t know why you say that like it’s not true.”

Abby shrugs, but her mouth betrays her—soft, fond, a little helpless. She hands the cigarette back, trying to clear the burn from the back of her throat. They eventually fall into a comfortable silence for the remaining blocks home. 

Their apartment is warm when they step inside, a welcome contrast to the cold outside. Ellie tosses her keys into the bowl by the door, stretching with a soft groan as she rolls her shoulders. Abby shrugs off her coat and hangs it up, already tugging at the end of her braid to loosen it.

“Think I’m gonna hit the shower,” she says, glancing at Ellie over her shoulder.

Ellie’s already rifling through a drawer near the kitchen where she keeps her weed in a little tin box with a faded Space Oddity sticker slapped on the top. She glances up and grins. “You do that. I’m gonna smoke.”

Abby disappears down the hall.

Steam curls out from under the bathroom door not long after, and Ellie sinks into the saggy comfort of her bed, legs spread, joint perched between two fingers as she lights it. A tiny puff of smoke spirals up toward the ceiling.

Eventually, she hears the door creak open.

Abby pads into the room with damp hair and warm skin, freshly showered and dressed in worn sleep shorts and a black tank that clings to the contoured planes of her body. Ellie watches lazily as Abby drops down at the foot of the bed, legs folded underneath her on the soft, plush rug Ellie keeps there.

Abby runs a hand through her hair, tucking it behind one ear. “You good in here? Not too existential?”

Ellie stretches out like a cat, blinks slow a couple of times before answering, “Not yet. But I’m getting close.”

She lifts the joint in offering. “Wanna hit?”

Abby hesitates, then laughs a little. “Never done it,” she says, though she’s not sure if that’s a real answer. If the way Ellie rolls her eyes is anything to go off of, it’s not.

Ellie raises an eyebrow. “Really?” She asks, her tone not really mocking. Just an open sort of curiosity. 

“Yeah. I dunno if I’ll like it.”

Only then does Ellie shift fully upright, sitting cross-legged on the mattress now, facing her. “Only one way to find out,” she says, handing it over with two fingers. “And if you don’t like it, at least you’re at home where you can just sleep it off.”

And that’s good enough for her. Abby takes it, clumsily mimicking what she’s seen Ellie do a thousand times. She pulls—too quickly, not deeply enough—and the smoke hits the back of her throat like a punch.

She coughs. Hard. Eyes watering, face turning red.

Ellie laughs, biting down a smile. “Oh no,” she says, dragging the joint back and flicking ash into the tray beside her. “You okay?” Her voice trembles a little with the laughter she’s doing a poor job of holding in.

Abby glares through her coughing fit. “Shut up.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” But Ellie’s still grinning, and then she tilts her head slightly. “Wanna try again? I can help.”

Abby raises an eyebrow. “Help how?”

That’s when Ellie scoots to the edge of the bed, her legs caging Abby in. Her voice drops, slow and easy. “Like this.” 

Abby watches with rapt attention as Ellie places the joint between her lips, pulls in the smoke without inhaling. Then, her hand comes up, fingers gently tipping Abby’s chin up, steadying her. The contact is soft but sure, thumb brushing just under her jaw. Then, with only a breath between them, Ellie parts her lips and exhales.

Abby lets her mouth fall open immediately. She inhales slowly this time, properly, and tries not to visibly shiver at the way Ellie’s looking at her. Like she’s studying every inch of her reaction. Ellie doesn’t pull back. Her thumb presses a little more firmly under Abby’s chin, still cradling it like she’s not quite ready to let go.

“See?” she murmurs, voice honey-warm. “Not so bad.”

Abby nods, barely. “Yeah. Better with…help.”

Ellie smirks. “I thought so.”

They keep going like that: Ellie taking long pulls and shotgunning them gently into Abby’s waiting mouth, her fingers lingering a little longer each time. Each breath shared feels like its own conversation. And Abby is 

By the time they finish the joint, Abby’s eyes are a little glassy, her limbs loose and warm. Ellie finally lets her chin go but only to brush some hair behind Abby’s ear, her knuckles grazing skin.

Abby doesn’t know when she ended up like this, but she’s not about to move.

She’s still on the rug at the foot of Ellie’s bed, but now her head is resting in Ellie’s lap, cheek pressed against the rough denim of her jeans. The weed has settled into her bones, thick and lazy, and the warmth of the room, the press of Ellie’s thigh under her cheek, the slow drag of fingers through her hair—it’s all blending into this perfect hum beneath her skin.

She feels like she’s floating.

Ellie’s hand moves slow, combing through the damp strands, scratching gently at her scalp in that absentminded, grounding way. Abby could melt under it. Her eyelids droop. Her breathing slows. Her whole body is pliant.

Ellie keeps petting her like that for a while, and Abby lets herself sink deeper, her knees spreading a little more on the rug, muscles uncoiling inch by inch. It’s peaceful, dizzying.

Then Ellie’s fingers shift, and her thumb slips down to trace along Abby’s jaw. It’s featherlight at first, like she’s just following the curve. Then the pad of her thumb strokes softly along Abby’s chin, brushing the corner of her mouth. Again and again, casual and slow.

And it does something to Abby.

The contact is barely anything, but in the haze she’s in, it might as well be electric. Her lips part before she even realizes she’s doing it, her breath hitching just slightly. When Ellie’s thumb brushes across again, Abby lets her lips close around it. Sucks it into her mouth.

She feels the jolt that moves through Ellie’s body. The stillness that follows.

But Ellie doesn’t say a word.

She just hums—low, approving—and presses her thumb deeper.

Abby shivers.

Ellie’s free hand returns to Abby’s hair, carding through it as she slowly begins to move her thumb in and out, gentle but deliberate. The slick sound of it is just barely audible over the quiet. Abby’s eyes flutter shut, her tongue dragging instinctively along the pad, tasting salt and smoke and something so Ellie.

She doesn’t even care what she looks like right now. She wants this. The attention. The softness. The pressure.

Ellie keeps the rhythm steady, watching her. Watching the way Abby goes loose in her lap, breath deepening with each push of Ellie’s fingers into her mouth. Her lashes are low, her expression blissed-out and dazed.

“You’re doing so good,” Ellie murmurs, barely audible over the soft buzz of the room.

She presses in again, a little firmer this time and Abby moans around her thumb. Almost mindlessly, Abby starts to squirm. She’s rocking her hips back and forth in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing between her legs. She’s chasing the sensation of her clit crushed against the toe of Ellie’s boot, sending a dull shock of arousal up her spine.

Ellie notices. Of course she does.

Her fingers pause at Abby’s mouth, just for a second, as she watches the way Abby’s hips shift again. It’s an awkward grind that doesn’t go anywhere, doesn’t give her what she wants. But she’s trying, slow and pathetic in her need, chasing friction she doesn’t have the nerve to ask for.

“Oh, babe…” Ellie breathes, voice syrupy with amusement. “Are you seriously trying to fuck my leg right now?” Abby lets out a shaky whimper around Ellie’s fingers, the embarrassment only making the ache worse.

Ellie doesn’t scold her. Doesn’t tease. Without much fuss at all, she simply adjusts.

With the hand that’s not feeding Abby her thumb, Ellie slides her boot forward—placing it firmly, deliberately between Abby’s thighs. Her heel digs into the rug, toe angled just so.

“There,” she says, like it’s a favor. “Go on. I’ll help you out.”

And perhaps if she wasn’t horny beyond reason and floating through this high, her pride would’ve demanded that she show some kind of restraint. Instead, she’s moving immediately. 

She lowers herself onto Ellie’s boot like she belongs there, like the only thing she’s meant to be doing tonight is rutting against the toe of Ellie’s Docs like a pathetic animal who can’t help herself. She finds the angle easily, her clit pressing perfectly against the hard leather, and she groans around Ellie’s fingers—loud and wrecked and needy.

The rhythm comes quick: her hips rolling in small, desperate motions, grinding down again and again. Her thighs start to shake, the pressure already too much and not enough all at once.

Ellie’s finger slips free from Abby’s mouth with a wet pop, only to be replaced by two. She sinks them in with no warning, no hesitation, stretching Abby’s lips around them, thumb tucked under her jaw to guide her open.

“Look at me, Abs,” Ellie murmurs, soft and commanding.

Abby lifts her gaze, hazy and wide and full of something raw. Ellie’s looking down at her with lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, her mouth parted just slightly. Her gaze drips heat and dominance, so casual and unshaken, and it’s the hottest thing Abby’s ever seen.

She moans again, louder this time, nearly gagging on Ellie’s fingers as she fucks herself harder on her boot. Ellie, content to let Abby try to make herself come, lets her pull off her fingers to bury her face between Ellie’s legs. Abby drools on the fabric, mouthing at Ellie like she’ll be able to taste her through it.

“I wish you could fuckin’ see yourself,” Ellie murmurs above her. “I can’t believe this is happening right now.” 

Abby opens her mouth to respond, but Ellie presses the boot against her harder. She rolls her ankle and the friction is enough to have Abby’s words dissolving into a choked out cry. 

“Stand up,” Ellie says. Abby doesn’t miss the breathlessness in her words; the thought that this is affecting her just the same is enough to make Abby’s brain go fuzzy around the edges. 

It takes a moment, but eventually Abby stumbles upright, dazed, legs shaking. Her eyes are glassy, her face flushed, lips red and wet and shining.

“Take em off,” Ellie says. “I want to see everything.”

Abby obeys. In truth, there’s no much she wouldn’t do right now if it means she gets to come; something tells her Ellie is all too aware of that fact.

She peels her tank off slowly, the fabric clinging slightly to the sweat at the small of her back. Her breath shudders out as her bare skin meets the cool air of the room, goosebumps rising immediately across her chest, her arms, her thighs. Her nipples harden from the chill—or maybe from the way Ellie’s eyes are raking over her with quiet hunger.

Then her shorts follow, sliding down strong, trembling legs. She steps out of them, deliberate, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she straightens. She’s left completely bare. Tall and tense and still flushed from the high, thighs slick and glistening with want.

Ellie leans back, eyes slow and possessive as they drag down every inch of exposed skin.

“Fuck, Abs,” she murmurs, voice low and thick. “You’re unreal.”

Abby swallows hard, heat licking up her spine from the praise alone. But she doesn’t speak. She lowers herself onto Ellie’s boot again, hands gripping her clothed thighs for stability and the shock of contact is immediate.

She gasps, a loud, wounded sound, hips jerking as her clit meets the rough leather and catches on the edge of the laces. It’s almost too much—too raw—but it makes her body light up from the inside. Her knees buckle, and she lets them, sinking fully into the feeling.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Ellie says, casually like she’s not watching Abby fall apart right in front of her. “Make yourself come for me.”

Abby whines, but she obeys, arms pulling tight behind her. The new vulnerability—the exposure of her chest, the helplessness of it—makes her dizzy.

She starts to move again, hips rolling with a jerky desperation. There’s no grace to it. Just need. Her breath stutters out in sharp little pants as she grinds against the toe of Ellie’s boot, dragging her slick clit over leather and knot, again and again. Her thighs are shaking, her rhythm uncoordinated, frantic, but she’s chasing it like it’s life or death.

Ellie watches from above, lazy and devastating in her stillness. She’s leaned back, legs spread, the picture of unbothered control. Eventually, she moves. One hand lifts and grabs Abby’s hair, pulling her up to meet Ellie’s eyes.

“Open,” she says, voice dark and warm.

Abby doesn’t even hesitate. Her jaw drops obediently, breathless.

Ellie leans in. She spits right onto Abby’s tongue. Abby moans outright, her hips faltering. Then Ellie’s fingers are sliding into her mouth, slicking the spit deeper, pressing past her tongue until they hit the back of her throat.

“Yeah,” Ellie breathes. “Take it. That’s it.”

Abby’s eyes flutter closed, a tear slipping from one corner as she gags just slightly, the pressure, the rhythm, the overstimulation crashing into her all at once. Her hips stutter again and it only takes one final grind before she’s coming.

She chokes on a sob, back arching, thighs clamping around Ellie’s leg as she comes. It’s messy and loud, her body convulsing, trembling, twitching through it with ragged, helpless noise. Her arms strain behind her, knuckles white, teeth sunk down on a groan that doesn't stop for several long, blinding seconds.

And then she goes still. Heavy panting, sweat-slicked, drool at the corner of her mouth, wrecked.

Ellie reaches out and taps her cheek with the tips of her fingers. “You still with me?” she murmurs, eyes softening just a fraction.

Abby nods, dazed and shaking, her voice a ragged whisper: “Yeah. Yeah.”

“Good. Don’t think you’re done,” she says, voice low and rich with satisfaction. “Clean it.”

Abby blinks up at her, dazed, lips still parted. Her breath stutters out in little puffs as she begins to shift. It should be humiliating how eager she is to follow the instructions, but she’s too far gone for that.

She bends low, mouth to leather.

Her lips brush over the toe of Ellie’s boot first, soft and reverent. Then she starts to lick with slow, deliberate drags of her tongue over the scuffed leather, catching the slickness she left behind. She kisses the toe, the laces, the top of the arch. She mouths at it like she’s grateful for it—because, god, she is.

“Thank you,” she murmurs between kisses. “Thank you, Ellie.”

Ellie just watches, calm and flushed and deeply pleased. “I should be thanking you,” she says laughing in a way that’s just on the edge of mocking, “you’re putting on such a pretty show for me.”

Once Abby’s finished, lips red and shining, Ellie leans forward, grabs her by the arm, and pulls her gently up into her lap. “C’mere, baby,” she says, a little softer now.

She draws Abby into bed, pulling her close and tucking them into the warm nest of sheets and tangled blankets. Abby crawls in willingly, curling into her side like she belongs there.

Ellie kisses her slow and open-mouthed, their tongues sliding over one another’s. She brushes her nose along Abby’s cheek, presses soft kisses to her jaw, her temple, the corner of her mouth.

“You taste so good,” she whispers. “You’re so perfect, Abs. I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.”

“Believe it, baby.” Abby lets out a breathy laugh, nuzzling her nose into Ellie’s throat. 

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” she mumbles. “Didn’t even shower. I can smell the dive bar on you.”

“Ugh, I’ll shower in the morning. I’m sleepy,” Ellie whines and Abby can hardly believe this is the same woman she was just on her knees for. Still, she just sighs in that fond way she always finds herself doing and lets Ellie pull her in closer.

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feral instincts.

a sequel to this for dear @yokedtablet. abby goes to great lengths to get some time alone with ellie, regardless of the circumstances or duties she's got urges and will go to great lengths to break her girl in no matter the time or place. contents: 18+, minors DNI, jackson ellabs, oral sex (e! receiving), overstimulation (e! receiving), subtop! abby, semi-public sex (they're outside but there's no one else around), referenced petplay dynamics, abby just really loves her girl. wc. 2.6k

it's some cruel twist of fate that ellie sees abby’s name paired up beside her for this morning's patrol. the absolute kind of wicked universal fuckery that seems to permeate her life almost as aggressively as the figure of today's partner.

she knows what patrol with abby means, curt but painfully polite conversation, smug looks every and any time ellie might stumble over the detritus of the old world, rigorously enforced trigger discipline (talk about a buzzkill) and worst of all it's that predatory stares she feels at the back of skull as abby trails behind her, the way she can sense how hard her breathing is getting the more and more isolated the two are getting. 

what ellie doesn't need to know is the lengths abby went through to get paired up with her this morning, several months of kitchen clean-up is worth it for this. 

ellie's almost impressed with how much restraint abby’s shown today. she almost, just almost, thinks that maybe she's not in the mood. that she's the one who's going to have to bite the bullet, hang her head in shame, admit to abby that the tension in her core that has been so perfectly trained into her by these little trysts is there and needs some kind of release.

just when she's about to do it, as she turns to face abby, her hands coming together so the act of picking at her nails could potentially suppress some of her embarrassment, abby is upon her. 

ellie is effortlessly backed against the nearest tree as abby's lips find her throat. at the very least ellie is thankful for the winter cold filling the air, baggy jackets make hiding the tender, tooth indented bruises across her neck a little bit easier. even if hiding them just meant that abby was all the more determined to make more.

ellie's hands find their way onto abby’s shoulders, fingers digging into the course fabric of her coat in some twisted effort to shove abby off yet also keep her flush to ellie's now trembling frame. 

if ellie had any intention on keeping silent, trying to maintain some quiet dignity as abby’s body presses tight against her, large palm wandering just low enough to begin to hike up the hem of her shirt, that all crashes in on itself as abby easily forces ellie's legs apart with the weight of her thigh.

it's moments like this where abby really relishes the difference in their height, how easy it was for her to manhandle ellie whatever damn way she liked, how ellie can snap and snarl and pretend like she doesn't enjoy this as much as abby does. and the keening whine from ellie's trembling lips makes abby push her leg up even harder.

"y-you're fucking impossible." ellie's voice fluctuates, mostly due to the weight abby puts into marking up her throat as her hand finally slips under her shirt to rake over the heaving indents of ellie's core. "and you were on the verge of begging for it so don't even try to act like you aren't enjoying this." the tone abby takes is one of intense pride, the way ellie's body reacts to her lips and fingers, so perfectly slotted against her as the hiccuping groans escaping ellie's throat drone out into the winter ambience. 

ellie tries to snarl back a retort, something, anything to try and get back a little bit of control that she's knows she never had a chance at retaining. not when she whimpers as she feels abby’s fingers drag their way over the light dusting of her happy trail, so agonizingly close, just tempting her with what she wants.

"poor thing, all pent up and stressed, i know i know. it's my fault. i know i haven't been taking proper care of you puppy but it's all okay. just be good and say please." abby’s voice is filled with her addictive brand faux-sweetness, the kind that makes ellie's legs go weak and her brain foggy.

those pretty green eyes shut tight, mouth forming a perfect O shape as abby pressed herself chest to chest with ellie. abby is hungry, starved, determined to force as many gorgeous sounds from her girl's throat as she can and so, with all the ease her strength granted her, abby pulled back, the hand on ellie's hip diving to the side as she roughly spins her around and forces her face first up against the tree holding the two upright. 

ellie downright sobs as she feels abby shift back, body trembling before she realizes what abby is doing and the delighted gasp that escaped her is enough to make up for the uncomfortable feeling of bark pressed against her cheek.

and it's not like abby is away from ellie for long, as soon as she can she's right back against ellie, chest pressed against the smaller girl's back and her hips dragging their way against ellie's behind. it's an anderson trademark, the kind of domineering, primal action abby takes with ellie when she's had one too many shots at the tipsy bison. when ellie is trying to help her into bed and abby just mindlessly ruts her hips into ellie from behind while drooling over her neck. 

it's a position that suits abby’s lust perfectly, her crotch lazily humping away at ellie as if she has all the time in the world with her. as if there’s no other reason for the two women to be out here other than for abby to once again stake her claim as to ellie. abby doesn’t even seem to mind that there’s layers upon layers barring her from ellie’s cunt, the pathetically labored breathing ellie gave in response to abby’s dogged behavior is a reward in itself.

she nuzzles her head forward, burying her nose into the back of ellie’s head, absorbing her woodsy scent as if it was more important than air itself, and the way abby shivered as she rolled her head to the side, lips parting so she can nip at ellie’s earlobe it might as well be. 

abby’s hands possessively keep ellie’s hips still, making sure she has no chance to squirm or react in any way other than just take the growing intensity of abby’s dry-humping. thick fingers digging into the crux of ellie’s hips, angling them just right as abby lets out a quite literal growl of appreciation for how malleable ellie was for her, of course her girl was as eager and needy as she was.

it’s why they worked so well. why no amount of piss and vinegar the two can throw at one another they always find themselves like this, together, breathing in unison, bodies so tightly compressed it was like they were one. as if abby could want anything else than this, her girl, so soft and pliant and wanting. she could feel it, the warmth of ellie’s lust as one of her palms shifted forward, slipping between those wiry thighs as if she had every right to impose her presence there. 

she did. and the way ellie’s legs parted, hips rolled forward, desperate for any form of contact with abby’s palm, even if the barrier of her pants still remained. here ellie was, abby’s girl, lips parted as she huffed and moaned against the tree she had been so rudely forced against. but rude or not, ellie was more than happy to roll her hips into abby’s palm, making sure every bucking, grind was true to form in making sure abby could feel her heat, her wetness, her nigh wordless demands for more contact, more force, more… abby.

“tell me, tell me els, tell me how bad you fucking want this.” abby doesn’t let up, the girl is basically outright using ellie as a toy at this moment, mindlessly humping her way up against ellie’s ass, “i-i swear i’ll treat you so good, please just-” abby’s voice trembles, her mouth trailing more and more kisses over ellie’s throat.

abby is lost right now, lost in the sound of ellie’s moans, the warmth of her crotch, the allure of what she’s about to get, she almost thinks she’s going to combust if not for the sudden grip of one of ellie’s hands coming down to firmly hold her wrist. 

“a-abby, i want this. i want-no, need you.” the tempered husk of ellie’s voice is quiet, a hushed plea but to abby she might as well have shouted with how weak in the knees it made her. fuck the fingers, this called for drastic measures.

abby drops to her knees, fingers grabbing at the waist of ellie’s pants with a fervor that ellie has to try and counter with her own fumbling hand to try and avoid abby from tearing her jeans apart because lord knows abby is that determined to taste her right now. ellie lets out a sharp gasp as the cold air greets her legs, knees trembling from what she hopes is just the cold weather and not from the lazer focus of abby’s gaze coming from behind her right now. 

to abby, looking at ellie like this, half naked, lower half shaking, a beautifully lurid arch forming in her lower back, this is pure art. her lover, on display for her like this, her arousal so beautifully staining the fabric of her underwear, the sheen and scent of it so perfect, the lean muscle of ellie’s legs twitching in response to the way abby dragged her fingertips up and over her thighs. 

“this is a damn good look for you ellie, just too fucking perfect for me…” and without provocation, abby pushes her head forward, her mouth latching onto the crotch of ellie’s panties, the stiff muscle of her tongue rolling out to drag itself against that thin layer of fabric keeping her from her girl’s folds. 

ellie keens loudly, forehead once again collapsing forward to press against the tree she had been all but staked against since abby had grabbed her, and if not for abby’s strong hands gripping her thighs, ellie is quite sure she would have collapsed quite some time ago. abby’s tongue is as forceful as her personality, no messing around, no wasted movement, just sheer unabashed love for her girl. 

no shame, no overthinking, no need for overbuilt walls or that veneer of control she wields like a knife around jackson, it’s just her mouth and ellie’s cunt and that’s all abby needs. she gives an agonized moan right into ellie’s crotch, tongue continuing to press long, deliberate strokes against her before abby has finally had enough of tasting whatever polyester-cotton blend ellie’s panties were composed of.

thick fingers latch onto ellie’s hip, hooking around the waist of her underwear and with a sturdy pull, ellie is finally-FINALLY-fully exposed to abby and the view is breathtaking. abby’s hands take a firm hold of the meat of ellie’s ass, spreading her, savoring the way ellie’s cunt practically drooled before her, strings of abby’s saliva and ellie’s come mixing to smear itself across her inner thighs. 

she’s good enough to eat, abby thinks, snickering to herself before ellie forces the issue. hips rocking back, lithe fingers finding the top of abby’s head, bunching tightly into her hair and all but yanking her forward and abby is happy to bury herself right into ellie.

hands latched tight, eyes shut, brows furrowed as everything about herself focuses in on burying her tongue as deep as she can into ellie’s cunt, dragging it from her ellie’s aching pearl, lapping over the sensitive bundle of nerves harsh enough to send the auburnette’s entire body into a spasm. 

“s-shit… oh-oh! abby, t-that’s it… fuck…” ellie’s voice is raw, ragged, so beautifully imperfect and loud and it’s the only thing abby wanted to hear.

the winter bite on her cheeks, the way her knees ached from crouching down into the torrid mixture of mushed snow and dirt, her aching jaw and swollen lips, nothing mattered more to her right now than driving ellie over that edge. taking her legs out from underneath her, breaking her apart with nothing more than her lips and tongue, forcing ellie into a state where the only thing that is on her mind is abby’s body, abby’s heat, abby’s sheer love for her. 

considering the strangled moan ellie let out as she rutted her hips back, shamelessly grinding herself into abby’s mouth as her body sagged more and more of her weight against the tree in a sheer attempt to stop herself from collapsing. not that she needed to worry about that, with the wet, hungry sounds coming from behind her, ellie had full faith that abby would be more than capable of holding her up until she had her fill.

ellie lets out a shrill gasp, back arching, head kicking itself back so she can stare into the canvas of treetops above the two as she feels the heavy padding of abby’s fingertips reaching around to drag themselves over her clit. it burns, the friction, the way abby’s fingers rolled her bud back and forth between themselves, squeezing that hypersensitive bundle of nerves, pinching it in just the right manner to cause ellie to wordlessly cry out as she held on for dear life.

her knees are all but bowed together at this point, lower half completely at the mercy of abby’s greedy tongue and eager, skillful fingers. the same fingers that break ellie in every single chance abby gets, the ones that she’s felt diving down her throat, caress her tongue, hold her hand, rake through her messy, tangled bun of hair as the morning light greets the pair. 

ellie wails, eyes shut tight, tears slipping down her cheeks as she breaks. the coil in her stomach snapping harshly and thus the dam breaks. ellie is reduced to a hiccuping, quivering mess as she gushes herself over abby’s face, body seizing up the air violently exits her lungs and her eyes only see stars. her world reduced to nothing more than the stinging, electric sensation of abby’s tongue continuing to dive its way forth, rolling over every clenching inside of ellie’s inside as she poured herself out into her mouth. 

abby’s pace is relentless, even as she feels ellie’s dam burst, her fingers do not slow, her tongue does not recede, she pushes forward, almost angry that even one drop of her girl’s juices might not smear themselves against her lips. this was her reward, her claim to ellie, a shining, glistening, objective fact that ellie belonged to her.

by the time ellie has regained the ability to think and see, she finds herself bundled into abby’s embrace, those strong arms wrapped tightly around her still shaking torso, as ellie finds her breathing slowly returning to her.

 “at least you had the decency to put my pants back on…” she lets out a huff, nuzzling her head right into abby’s shoulder as she relaxes into her grasp. “yeah, a real tragedy that was. you look so good without ‘em on but i don’t think it would be appropriate for the walk back,” abby scoffs, craning her head down to plant a kiss to ellie’s forehead, in spite of how worn her lips feel. 

“you pervert,” ellie’s voice, despite being worn ragged still has that beautiful hint of sarcasm to it, “you’d have me pantless 24/7 if you could.” abby raises a brow, cracking a very teasing smirk as she gives the smaller woman an appreciative squeeze, “oh don’t tease me with a good time el, hey next time we both get a day off how about-”

ellie’s darts a hand out, trying to clamp it over abby’s dirty mouth as she lets out a laugh, “seriously! you horny beast, you need to chill right now. besides… as soon as we get back i’ll be sure to get you back for this.” ellie can feel abby’s lips curl into a predatory smile underneath her palm, tongue snaking forward to lavish itself over ellie’s slender fingers, the sensation causing a shudder through her body. 

“i expect nothing less from you, pup.” abby snorts. 

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this is canon i fear!!

made for @yokedtablet ONLY! the #1 ellabs truther😜🖤

[loserabby]

Please please do Day 24 with ellabs / Ellie coming untouched

this is genuinely one of the hardest decisions of my life oh my god but i'll add ellabs to the list for the chaos of it

[sombrashe]

PLEASE write ellabs I need it so much

don't have to tell me twice 🫡 already working on it

[thenameissnix]

Chapter Two: After the Storm (910 words)

Chapter Summary: A few months after the deaths of Owen and Mel, Abby throws herself into fixing the boat and building a routine with Lev at their quiet hideout.

Story Summary: After the events of Seattle, Abby and Lev embark on their way to Santa Barbara. Eventually, they run into Ellie on their journey. Will once enemies end up being lovers?

Notes: Disclaimer: I've never been pregnant nor have had to take a pregnancy test so it's kind of pulled from my ass.

CW/TW: Bodily fluids are mentioned.

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⊹ ࣪˚Playfighting with Abby goes to far

”Baby, enough seriously I have to work” Abby said inbetween laughs.

You specifically have been messing with her all day. Abby has been trying to brush it off in a playful manner, slightly pushing you away, laughing and giggling along with you.

It’s annoying now.

Abbys smile slowly started to drop at feeling you still poking her.

“Stop it.” Her tone was demanding. You could tell she was annoyed now but you still poked and touched her.

Her breaths were deep, long.

Then she finally looked away from her computer.

“you wanna play that game? Fine.”

Before you could process what she meant your were already being thrown to the bed.

“Abby, that hu—“ your sentence was cut short form her pouncing onto of you, the weight of her body crushing you.

Your hands were now pinned above your head as Abby caught her breath. The grip on your wrist wasn’t strong enough to keep you glued to the bed so you broke out.

Bad idea.

You began to kick and push her off of you, she kinda just sat there, enjoying you struggling beneath her.

“Ok, ok, enough” you were starting to lose breathe from her weight.

Abby shook her head “no, keep going, you wanted this right?”

Your giggles and laughter stopped as you started to actually try and get her off of you.

Suddenly she fought back, her hits weren’t real, or hard. But, it’s Abby, look at her.

she was laughing now not realizing your eyes starting to gloss over as your brain short circuited.

“Abby, seriously get off of me”

In Abby’s ears that sounded like “Abby, please keep going”

Then a was slap landed to your face.

It started to sting.

Like really bad.

In an instant Abby climed off of you roamed your face with her calloused hands.

“Oh my goodness baby I am so so sorry I didn’t mean to actually hit you” her rambling went on and on “sometimes I just don’t know my own strength and i really need to work on that, I am so sorry for that.. I never meant to hurt you”

Abby started to self reflect on her own decisions.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind it didn’t hurt that bad” you choked up trying not to let the tears fall from your eyes.

“What do you need from me? A hug? Kisses? Space?” Her anxiety was over powering her right now.

“Space, please” your voice cracked.

She just nodded her head in agreement, and exited the room.

2 hours later…

You and Abby haven’t spoken to each other since the incident and it was driving her to absolute insanity. She misssd you, and your voice, and your laugh.

an occasional glance across the living room from the kitchen would be shared but nothing else. No smile. No laugh. Nothing.

“baby?” Her voice spoke softly from behind you.

you paused the Barbie movie you were watching to turn around and face her on the couch.

“Abby, hey..”

the coach sunk down from her weight “can I give you a hug, or do you still a little space”

a smile crept from your lips as you scooted in closer to her taking her big figure in your arms.

“Does your jaw still hurt?” Abby curiously asked before taking your face in her hands.

“Not really” your response brought Abby to a calm— well kinda, you still had a purple spot near your eye, and your lip was still puffy.

Abby sighed “I really didn’t mean to hurt you you know.” You just just pouted “I believe you Abby, stop apologizing.”

Her stomach suddenly started to turn as she thought of your expression when she slapped you.

She hit you.

Then an idea came to her head, and you could see it “what are you thinking in that thick noggin of yours?”

A slick smirk escaped from her lips.

She laid you down and began to kiss down your body.

“I know how to make it up to you”

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A/N:: short lil sum sum cause that firefighter fic is probs not gonna be out by this week…. IM SORRY GUYS

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[gardengnosticator]

dina is in charge of driving ellie and abby home after today's practice match. the car is deathly silent and dina's lips have fallen into a disappointed frown.

abby shifts in her seat, the swell of the crowd and the pressure of victory is far less terrifying than dina's silence and ellie has her arms crossed over her chest with a pout forming.

"don't get why you're so mad. we did win." despite the bravado of her words ellie’s voice is quiet, like she really doesn't want dina to hear. which dina, does regardless.

"it's not about winning. it's about cohesion, playing as a unit. doubles are two on two, not two on one plus another one. am i wrong?" dina looks up from the road to glare a hole in ellie through the rear view mirror and ellie squirms in her seat, a movement that makes abby chuckle.

"don't you start abby. you're just at fault as ellie, you can't go full throttle so soon! you might have gotten away blowing your load so soon in singles but that isn't how this works."

it's ellie's turn to chuckle now, something that causes abby to give her a sharp jab in the ribs in retaliation. dina sighs, loudly and dramatically and that's more than enough to snap the two back to reality. dina smiles a little, not outwardly but on the inside. despite everything she's getting through to them, they just need a little more... training as she liked to call it.

"big plans for you two tomorrow, we're going to get past this little barrier and you're both going to thank me for it. right?"

ellie gulps loudly, and abby's cheeks burn, but somehow, their hands find one another to firmly grasp together as they nod in unison back to dina.

"good girls." dina retorts.

@butchsucker @yokedtablet take this and run free

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BLESSING US WITH ELLABS FICS!!

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only had the groupchat for two hours before it started breaking….

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