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foothefighters · 5 months

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⊹ ᳝ ࣪ a work out with jj.

cw. cheeky!girlfriend!jj, mean!jj, established relationship, reader is a weakling & whining, slight public indecency, allusions to sex but it's not quite smut

wc. 566

“i don't wanna do this anymore, jj” you complain. standing to the side of your girlfriend as she runs on the treadmill, far abandoning whatever task she had put you to.

“you're the one who said you wanted my help, babe.” jj breaths. not even so much as giving you a glance to fully acknowledge you.

so, you take a moment to gawk at her in all her sweaty glory. the light sage green workout two piece makes her look a little too good, her muscles glisten as she paces on the treadmill, pretty face concentrated on counting and her breaths.

“you gonna answer me? or are you going to keep staring?”

you frown. “you're so mean to me.”

she finally stops. “i’m not mean.”

it wasn't the response you were hoping for, but it's a very jj typical one. she begins to slow the pace of the treadmill until she's walking.

“you are. i did ask for your help, but i was expecting you to work me through it. not go off and do your own thing.” you confess.

the treadmill fully stops and jj finally turns to you, looking you up and down. you're wearing an identical two piece to her, except it's a baby pink. back before you decided jj was now on your bad side, she cutely suggested that the two of you match while getting ready in the morning.

“staring isn't nice.”

jj laughs. “you're cute when you're upset.”

she’s off the treadmill now and heading toward machines. turning behind her to look at you still standing next to the treadmill she was once on.

“you coming, or not?”

you quickly scramble to catch up to her haste pace.

“why are we here again?” you question. staring down the lat pulldown machine.

“how many reps did you do?”

you bite your lip, you didn't have to speak for her to already know you half assed your time on this machine.

“c’mon get on it.” she sighs.

you don't fight her, and work your way onto the seat, making yourself comfortable. jj reaches over you to set the weight. you become light headed at the soft smell of her, even from all the sweating she's done. you'll have to ask spencer if pheromones really do attract people.

“3 reps of 10” she says. taking a spot behind you. and pulling the bar down for you to grab easier.

you look behind at her. “you'll stay here the whole time?”

“the whole time, babe.”

and so you do your 3 reps of 10, with minimal complaining.

“good job. not very hard, hm?”

“it was actually, very.” you remark. you once again cause jj to laugh, because you can just never let her win.

it's unexpected when you feel a hand the the nape of your neck, causing you to look up. met with a towering jj. she leans down to capture your lips in a kiss.

it's an awkward position, but it still leaves you breathless.

“what was that fo-”

you gasp the feeling of jj’s hands grazing over your breast, the feeling of your nipples becoming aroused is now prominent.

“y’know, i guess i was being a little mean. leaving you to do my own workout. but, other than you're whining, you've done so well on your workout today, babe. what do you say about going home, so i can treat you?

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foothefighters · 5 months

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foothefighters · 5 months

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⊹ ᳝ ࣪ aaron helping to take off your makeup.

cw. bf!aaron, confirmed whiney!reader, established relationship, fluff, whipped aaron

wc. 622

a/n. just a little small, small snack while the poll finishes up 🫶 resonating a little hard with this one bc i was so sleepy taking off my makeup today. need me a hotchy rn 😞

"you've gotta stay still f'me, honey." aaron urged.

"'m tired. let me sleep, please." you whined. resting your head onto aaron's abdomen, and wrapping your arms around his waist. finding comfort in his soft stomach.

"i know, but just let me finish this up. then you can sleep all you'd like." he proposed sweetly. you groaned at his words, and his actions as he holds your face in his hands so you'd look up at him. you instead concentrated on how his thumbs were rubbing you cheeks and the fact that he looked like an angel from the bright bathroom lights and his tall stature. maybe you really were that drunk.

"i don't even care." that was a lie and he knew it.

"you don't? the last time you went out and slept in your makeup you complained, and then went on to blame me for not performing boyfriend duties by taking your makeup off." he explains. giving your forehead one more swipe of the cotton pad drowned in micellar water before throwing it in the trash.

you reluctantly removed your arms from his waist so he could get a facial rag wet, he was going to wash your face for you too.

you feel bad now. and despite the pout displayed on your face he was right, as much as you'd hate to admit, those words were very much yours. looking down at your hands, now in your lap you pick at your fingernails. aaron is being nice by helping you out, and you're being whiney.

"what's going on in that head, hm?"

picking you head head up to look at him, to really take him in. he's in his pj pants and a grey shirt. he was no where near sleeping, but he had stayed up for you to return home, being dropped off by a friend. compared to when aaron had to come pick you up the last time you went out with friends and got drunk, that was fairly early in your relationship and you were thankful he wasn't still in his office or on a case.

"'m sorry." you're sure your pout looks more so looks like a frown now.

“what for?”

“i’m being inconsiderate.”

aaron instantly hangs the damp rag onto the rag bar, moving to stand in front of you.

“and why do you think that?” he questions. eye brows doing this signature hotchner furrow.

“because you’re so nice. and i did say i wanted you to do those things, yet i’m whining about it now.”

“oh, honey.” aaron begins. crouching down so he'd be on your level as he spoke to you, his knees cracking in the process. causing you to bite down on the smile that formed from the noise.

“y’know i don't mind doing any of this, right? and that i enjoy being able to take care of you. in any state that you're in, even when you get whiney.”

his words help reassure you. “yes. but, don't you ever get annoyed when i whine?”

“honey, i could never get annoyed by you. you're also drunk so it makes sense that you're more whinier than normal.”

“hey!” you gasped. hitting at his shoulder, pretending to be offending at aaron’s jab and the fact that he's finding it amusing.”

“okay, okay. not funny, noted.”

there's a moment of calm where the two of you look at each other smiling.

“y’know, i love you?” you question.

“you only tell me it a hundred times a day.” aaron responds with a wide smile. getting up from his spot and in the process giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“i love you more. let's wash your face so i can get you to bed.”

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foothefighters · 5 months

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⊹ ᳝ ࣪ midnights with hotch.

cw. 16+, soft!hotch, fem!reader, established relationship, slight p with plot, riding, hotch is needy, funny hotch makes an appearance, cockwarming

wc. 996 (yikes, i got carried away)

“aaron?” you call out at the familiar feel of large warm hands on your hips.

“i’m here.” he responds, it's a whisper in your ear.

there's a small part of him that feels bad once he hears how groggy you sound, but he continues pawing at your waist harder and shuffling his body closer to yours.

“‘m sorry, baby. but, i need you.”

at those three words you turn around to face him, brushing your hand over his face. he's always had on a hardened expression, so it's always a privilege to see him so relaxed and soft. but, with that you knew exactly what he meant. aaron had called you while you were cleaning up from cooking dinner for you, jack, and eventually aaron, already aware that he had a workload he needed to finish up before coming home. unfortunately, strauss needed him to stay back even later for some important filing. on the call he told you not to apologize for his workload, but that didn't stop you from damning strauss.

you couldn't imagine how tired he was, and you even wondered how he managed to shower upright.

“where do you need me, aaron?” you questioned. you could predict how we wanted you from all the other nights, but you always asked.

“on top?” he lets out. even in the dark you can tell his brown eyes got big at the question. he knows you don't particularly like the work of riding, but being with aaron you never mind, and maybe that's because even on top he still did most of the work.

“on your back.”

aaron follows your command, falling to his back with a huff. he still has a hand on your waist as you maneuver your panties off. you then move to take off his boxers, tapping his waist to signal that you needed him to lift his hips up.

you're met with his already hard cock.

“you're already hard?”

“been thinking ‘bout you all day.” it's an honest answer.

“you think about me, huh?”

that pulls a chuckle from aaron. “i always think 'bout you. now c’mere.”

he lazily pulls you on top of him. and you press against his hard chest as the two of you lazily make out.

“missed you s’much.” he says, breaking the kiss to take your face in his hands.

you lean back down and give him another peck.

“missed you too, baby. s’much.”

moving down to kiss his jaw, careful to not leave any hickeys, he always scolds you the following morning as you pat concealer onto where you had bruised him.

rocking you hips at the feeling of one of aaron’s hands making its way to your pussy.

the feeling of his fingers circling your clit makes you gasp.

“aaron-” you plea.

“what's this? you're already so wet.”

he's rubbing at your slick hole. “you're already ready for me?” his tease comes out in a condescending tone.

“so, maybe i was thinking about you earlier.”

“mhm, is the so?”

“yeah” you say, giving him one last peck before pushing yourself up. spitting in your hand and giving aaron’s length a few pumps before you tease his tip at your entrance.

“no teasing.” he gruffs out, gripping at your waist, allowing him to push you down on his length.

you bite you lip to keep yourself from moan, and aaron lets out a grunt.

“you feel so good. s’warm.”

you hum at his praise. beginning to rock your hips, throwing your head back at the feeling of aaron’s cock hitting where you need most.

“fuck, aaron.”

it’s a little pathetic at how close you're already getting. peering at the man below only drives you closer. aaron looks blissed out, his eyes are shut, mouth slightly agape as he lets out quiet grunts. while his hands found their ways underneath your tank top, and are harshly gripping at your hips which is completely different to how he normally holds your waist to guide you. but, no, his gripping, is a grip of need to stabilize himself, and you know you'll feel tender in the morning, but that only motivates you to keep riding him harder.

“‘m close.” aaron spits out.

you continue what you're doing, planting your hands on his sturdy chest.

“cum for me, aaron. give it to me.”

it's not long before you watch aaron’s body stutter, you're own climax coming over you quickly after his.

you rock a few more times before you completely still, falling into his chest with a huff. aaron’s arms instantly wrapping around your body.

the two of you lie for a moment in each other's embrace as you fall from your highs.

pushing yourself up so that your elbows are on either side of aaron’s head.

“did you eat?” you had meant to ask him earlier but got occupied.

“really?”

“i can't be worried out you?” you exclaim.

aaron laughs at your exaggeration. “yes, i did eat. anderson picked up some dinner for me.”

you frown, and he must've been able to tell, even in the darkness, because a hand comes up to your face and his thumb fixes your frown into a half frown half smile.

“turn that frown, upside down. i ate, honey. aren't you happy?"

“no.” you say plainly. “i’m not very convinced by your answer. really, did you eat?”

“yes, i did.”

“lies. i know you don't like sending people to do stuff for you, and i only packed you lunch a few snacks.”

“sweetheart-”

“really, i’ll make you something. i made jack and i quesadillas, we still have all the ingredients i prepped. the chicken is even-.”

aaron cuts you off by pulling you into a kiss.

“i ate. end of story. i just want us both to sleep now.”

you pout at him, but you really can't argue with aaron.

“'m not getting off.” you mumble.

“that's fine, you're warm.”

“you're s’gross.”

aaron snickers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“sleep.”

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foothefighters · 5 months

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😋😋

⊹ ᳝ ࣪ overstimulation with spencer reid.

cw. 16+, oral (blowjob m!reciving), sub!spencer & dom!reader, imagined with early season two spence w glasses <3

wc. 534

“mhm-” he whimpered. “i- hm, fuck-”

both of spencer’s calloused hands grip at the soft edge of the couch. his form was once standing, but he quickly became seated the moment your mouth got onto. he doesn't know how long ago that was, and he's quickly lost track of the amount of times you've made him come.

“please- i can't.” he cries, the sensitivity from the previous rounds still linger fresh. a comes up to settle upon your head, but doesn't pull you up.

you look up at spencer through your damp lashes from the feeling of his touch. swirling your wet tongue around his tip, one hand soothing up his thigh and the other pumping whatever you couldn't take. spencer looked so pretty like this, eyes screwed shut, whimper and whines falling from his mouth, various strands of hair sticking to his forehead, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose from sweat.

coming off his tip with pop. you continue to pump him, his previous arousal being enough to act as a lube.

“what was that, handsome?” you ask, still looking up at him. wanting to hear that magic word again.

“ple-”

you frown, hands instantly removing themselves from spencer’s body. his hips buck upward at your retreat.

“wha-”

“you open your eyes when you speak to me. right, baby?” you cut him off. the two of you don't have explicit rules in your relationship, but spencer looking you in the eyes when telling you what he wants has always been an unspoken one.

“yes.”

you hum at his response. “so, why are your eyes still closed then?”

spencer’s eyes instantly shot open, big, droopy, and hazy. you smile.

“that’s better. you know i like look at you.”

“i know. it’s too much.” he whines.

“i know, i know. but, tell me what you want. y’know i’ll give you anything you ask for.”

spencer’s breath hitches, you returned to slowly pumping him again. and you begin to kiss up his shaft, proud to see that by the time you reach his tip to look back at him he's still still looking at you.

“go on, baby. tell me what you want. say the magic word.” you encourage.

“please, i- i need your mouth. i need to cum. please?” his last please comes out trivial and his brows furrow from the increase pumping on his cock.

smiling once more at your boy. “so good.” is all you say before you attach yourself back onto his length. bobbing your head to take as much as him as you could.

drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, you normally keep clean, for spencer’s sake. but all in this moment you just wanted to make him cum, and by his increase in pitch of his whimpers and the frequency of his please, he was getting close.

“please- ah, fuck. m’ gonna.” his body finished before he could end his sentence.

swallowing his load and wiping the drool from off your mouth, you take in spencer's exasperated state. pushing yourself from off your knees to hover over spencer’s form. pushing back his damp hair to kiss his forehead.

“don’t think we’re done just yet, pretty boy.”

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foothefighters · 6 months

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Tommy and Buck talk 7.04

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foothefighters · 1 year

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this is so 😭😭

GIRL DINNER.

୨୧ PARING. abby anderson x gn! reader

୨୧ SUMMARY. the new tiktok sound inspires you to let your girlfriend know what your girl dinner is.

୨୧ WARNINGS. fluff, suggestive content, established relationship, pet names, hints at basketball! abby

୨୧ AUTHOR'S NOTE. first text au!!!!!! couldn't help but use GIIIIRLLL DIIINNER as inspiration of this 💔 i also really hope the format of this isn't too confusing! but if it is pls let me know <3

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you

BABY

wait

you're at practice :'(

my life with an athletic gf abs 🤍 haha photo

abs 🤍

you're at practice :'( and i am now done with practice

you

omg baby >o<

how was practice?

abs 🤍

long, and achy, the new girls on the team is really slowing practice down

missed you you loved message

you

long, and achy, the new girls on the team is really slowing practice down BOOOOOO! that must've been pretty frustrating do you wanna come to my dorm? could give you a back message :D abs 🤍 loved message

missed you i am going to eat you abs 🤍 loved message

abs 🤍

BOOOOOO! that must've been pretty frustrating very i wanted this captain position, but god is it tiring

you

and i'm very proud of you for taking it on!!!! so so so proud abs 🤍 loved message

abs 🤍

do you wanna come to my dorm? could give you a back message :D a message you say 😏😏

you

ABBY

unless...

abs 🤍

so you'd be up for it? you ! message

you

always up for it

you're my girl dinner 😋

abs 🤍

girl dinner?

you

mhmmmmmmm

it's from a tt

but trust i put A LOT of effort into my dinner 😁😁😁 abs 🤍 ! message

abs 🤍

yeah you do baby you loved message

omw rn

you

omw rn drive safe! abs 🤍 loved message

setting up my bed rn bc i am abt to encounter a 5 course meal 🍽️ abs 🤍 haha message

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#my junibug !#abby anderson #abby the last of us

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foothefighters · 1 year

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AAAAAAAAAAH

YOU GET ME SO HIGH.

୨୧ PARING. dealer! ellie williams x gn! reader

୨୧ SUMMARY. you finally want to experience the high of smoking, and who's better to teach you than your good friend, ellie? ( wc: 1602 )

୨୧ WARNINGS. fluff, ellie being a softie for reader, smoking (weed duh), inexperienced reader, shotgunning, weird situationship between ellie and reader, no use of y/n but reader is called sweets

୨୧ AUTHOR'S NOTE. feeling a little prideful bc i can pretty accurately describe what it's like smoking 💪also totally feeding into the dealer ellie stereotype but whatevs bc it's so yummy!!

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“Jus’ feel the air filling in your lungs.”

Looking over to Ellie with a gleam in your eyes that's begging her to tell you you're doing it right.

A gentle boost to your pride, Ellie says. “Tha’s it. you're getting it!” she encourages. Peering down at your hands in your lap, a small smile on your face. Becoming shy at the slightest bit of praise your friend showed you.

You were both grateful and conflicted that Ellie had agreed to teach you how to smoke a blunt the right way. Instead of the ladder, which would be you in your dorm with the pre rolled blunt you had probably, most likely bought off Ellie, clueless out of your mind as you have a coughing fit.

But you weren't. For about the past 30 minutes since you showed up knocking on her door, you've felt nothing but tranquility, and it was because of Ellie.

Yet, there's burning in the pit of your stomach, creeping up your neck and causing your heart to beat at an abnormal rate. Again it's because of Ellie. Your dear friend who makes you so shy you stumble over your words, does the smallest and meaningless actions that makes your heart flutter. It's just a silly crush.

From the moment you had taken a seat on her shitty dorm couch, heart pounding, hands tucked under your thighs to mumble out, “Will you show me how to smoke, ellie?” voice more shakey than you intended, but you didn't care because you got your point across.

And now, as you sit on her unmade, yet perfectly comfortable bed mere centimeters away from each other. Knowing a few more skills like how to grind the plant and pack it tightly into a blunt wrapper, “Always add more than you think you need.” Ellie told you, you'll keep that noted for when you ultimately roll your own. You had also looked a little too intensely when Ellie licked the wrapper to seal the blunt, hoping you’d looked away fast enough before she could catch you.

“I think ‘m ready, els.” you say, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

Her eyes flicker between you and the blunt on the rolling tray perched on her knee. “You sure y’want to do this?” Eyebrows creasing as she examines your face for any uncertainty, because she knows that once she spots it she'll pack all her shit up and the two of you can watch some lousey reality tv show like normal. But there's no flinch or glint in your eyes that shows you don't want to stay slumped in Ellie's bed as you and her smoke away at the shared blunt.

“Positive.” you whisper, “Wouldn't want anyone else to teach me but you.” That made Ellie smile, she scoffs and looks away quickly before looking back at you. “You flatter me, Sweets.”

It's really a short moment of the two of you just staring at each other, soft smiles adoring both your faces as you absorb having the others undivided attention. You wished it lasted longer.

Ellie sighs, shaking her body a little as she turns her attention to the rolling tray, picking up the blunt in one hand and a lighter in the other. Tilting her head a little and peaking her eyes at you, “Jus’ watch me do it a few times, alright?” she finishes with the blunt now between her lips.

You nod at her instruction. Eager eyes watching as she brings the lighter up to the end of the blunt. Remembering her telling you that you have to get it started and burning before it really gets to hit you, so that's why you don't really pay attention to the first few hits.

“Pay attention.” Ellie’s voice startles you. Not expecting her to be paying much more attention to me than I did to her.

“I am.” you argue.

“Hmm.” is the only noise of acknowledgement Ellie makes as she shakes off burned ash into the ashtray. Bringing the blunt back up to her lips. You're so close together that you can see her cracked lips and the small freckle above her top lip. Oh, you're definitely paying attention now, as you see how her chest rises higher to take a more hearty drag. Once the blunt disconnects from her lips she takes a small inhale and holds for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke, you watch her repeat this yet again before she turns her body towards you. Copying her movement you too now face her.

“You catch that?” she asked.

“Mhm, yeah I did.”

“Alright.” Putting her hand that held the blunt forward, I wiped my hands on my pants before I took the blunt between my index and thumb. Looking back at ellie.

As if she could sense my nervousness, “Jus’ relax. I promise being anxious isn't gonna help your first drag.” With her words I took a few deep breaths, eyes trained still on her face.

“Good, good. Now when inhaling, remember to do it with your chest, not your stomach like we practiced.” She notes and you nod along.

Continuing, Ellie adds. “You don't have to take a super long drag either, do as much as you think you can handle. ‘Nd once you do, inhale a little air, it'll burn, but that's normal.” With her words and reassurance you nod along, “Okay.”

Looking down at the blunt between your fingers, remembering all of the instructions Ellie has given you, inhale with chest, no super long drags, inhale some air, hold, exhale. Seems pretty simple.

Picking your hand up to your mouth, Ellie’s eyes stay fixed on you as you place the blunt between your lips. You follow every single one of Ellie's words, and she was right about the burn, exhaling once it became too much. Forming into a small coughing fit, Ellie reaches behind her to grab a water bottle.

“Here, try and drink this. It'll help.” She explains, opening the cap and handing it to you. Grabbing the bottle from her you begin to drink it as Ellie's hand soothes up and down your thigh.

Once you calm down you look back to see Ellie with a small smirk on her face. Frowning, “Wha- why are you smirking? Did I do something wrong?” Suddenly becoming insecure that you had made a fool of yourselves and made a mistake.

“No, no. You did everything right.” Your shoulders drop at her words, relaxed to know that you had done it right.

Ellie's gaze drops from her hands back to you, “You're actually a natural.” she compliments.

Erupting into a small laugh, before a wave of realization hits and you silence yourself. Hand in front of your mouth, “Sorry.” you mumble

“S’okay.” Ellie assures, continuing the soothing movements on your thighs. And the two of you stay like this for who knows how long, just slightly rocking while looking at each other.

“You want to smoke more?” she ask, “S'cool if you don't!” she urges.

You shake your head, “Yeah, I do.” Slightly shaking the blunt to get off the ashes before lifting it back up to your lips, taking another hit. When exhaling the smoke is in Ellie's face, you had expected her to back away and waft it from her. But instead she had inhaled some of it herself, holding it for some time before exhaling.

“Woah.” amazed by her.

Ellie laughs, face falling into a smirk.

“I said that out loud?”

“You did.”

Nodding to her answer, pouting lips. Can't get out of this one that easily.

“How about we try something?” ellie suggest.

Confused, but you nod along. And Ellie’s gaze shoots down to the blunt between your fingers, catching the single that she wants you to hand her the blunt, you do.

“You trust me?” her voice is low.

Biting down on your lip only to release it. “Yeah, I do.” you whisper.

“M’kay, c’mere.” She moves her free hand to your hip to push you toward closer to her, pushing your own body to help.

Now you're sat even closer, practically on top of ellie as your legs hook around her back.

“Y’comfortable?”

“Yre you comfortable?” you deflect, she's the one who has your body weight on her thighs.

“Jus’ peachy.” she responds cooley, her free hand now racking up and down your waist.

“It's called shotgunning, where one person smokes and then exhales to have another person inhale their smoke.” Ellie explains. “We can try that if you want.” There's a sense of uncertainty in her voice, not from her part of not wanting to do it, but from worry that she may be pressing on the lines of your boundaries.

“I want to try.” you gleam, slightly readjusting yourself to become more ready. Ellie smiles at your eagerness.

“Again, jus’ relax. I got you, okay?”

“Okay.” Ellie makes it easy for you to just trust her, you'd follow almost anything she'd say.

Watching intensely as ellie takes a drag. How her eyes flutter shut, face and body relax, how she even does a little nod of approval of her hit, and how her throat flexes when she inhales a little air.

Green eyes now open, telling you to get ready to inhale her smoke. Shimmying as close as you can get to her, smoke flies from her mouth as you inhale it. Feeling the ting burn in your throat as you hold it in before you finally exhale. Looking back up to ellie with doe eyes to contrast her droopy eyes.

“Shit, you really are a natural.”

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#this is so hot #pls help #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #my junibug !

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