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desire

abby anderson x reader

warnings: smut (18+), tribbing, soft!dom reader, praise, overstimulation, soft dominance, smut with little plot

the tension between you and abby had been building since the moment you joined the WLF.

it started with glances—sometimes subtle, most times not. long looks across training grounds. that charged silence when you passed each other in the halls. then came the casual touches—hands brushing during drills, shoulders bumping during missions.

manny joked once that you two should just bang it out already.

you didn’t dignify it with a response. abby didn’t either. but neither of you denied it.

so when a snowstorm left the two of you stranded in a cabin miles outside base?

you started thinking maybe manny had a point.

she was laid out beneath you.

one arm behind her head. the other resting on your hip. her skin’s flushed, lips parted, hair a mess across the blanket.

you’re still catching your breath from your last orgasm she had just given you but the second your eyes meet hers you wanted more.

you shift—slowly, swinging your leg over her hip, straddling her.

abby raises an eyebrow. “oh?”

“your turn,” you say.

her grin twitches. “yeah?”

you lean in. “lay back.”

she does as you say, you reach down. guiding your folds to hers.

her breath stutters.

“fuck.”

you start slow. grinding forward—hips dragging in slow rhythm, your clit catching hers with just enough pressure to make both of you gasp.

abby’s eyes flutter shut.

“jesus,” she mutters. “you’re soaked.”

you grind again. harder.

her hands fly to your thighs—gripping tight, grounding herself.

her moan punches out of her chest. low and wrecked.

“you like that?” you ask, teasing.

“fuck yes—keep going.”

you do.

you move in long, slow rolls—pressing down with each grind, your slickness mixing, every movement wet and filthy and so good it’s dizzying.

abby’s breathing hard now.

“you look so good like this,” you whisper. “under me.”

her eyes open. wild. focused.

“you feel—” she grits out, “fucking perfect.”

you reach down, grab her wrists, pin them above her head.

she growls. twitches beneath you.

“you gonna let me take care of you?”

“i already am.” she grits.

you kiss her—deep and slow then grind harder.

the friction builds fast—your bodies sliding together, clits meeting with every thrust, thighs trembling.

abby’s falling apart under you.

“gonna cum,” she pants. “fuck—don’t stop—don’t—”

you don’t. you grind harder. faster. until you feel her arch and break.

abby chokes on a moan—loud, desperate, her whole body shuddering as she cums hard beneath you.

you don’t stop right away.

you slow down. drag it out. let her ride it until her hands are shaking and her thighs twitch.

you finally collapse onto her chest, breathless, soaked, dazed.

her big arm curls around your back, holding you tight.

“holy shit,” she mutters.

you smile against her skin.

“worth the wait?” you ask.

she laughs. “you’re not fuckin’ real.”

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not now, not ever

ellie williams x reader

warnings: violence, reader injury (gunshot), blood, ellie freaking tf out, angst, soft fluff at the end, post-violence vulnerability

you saw the glint of the rifle just before the shot rang out.

one moment, ellie was laughing under her breath—muttering something about how you always picked the worst abandoned buildings to loot—and the next, your knees were buckling under you.

you didn’t hear the bullet. not really. just felt it. a flash of heat in your side. then cold.

you hit the ground hard.

ellie turned so fast her boot slipped on the rubble. “shit—fuck, fuck—hey!”

her hands were on you in seconds, yanking you behind cover, gun already drawn. more shots. they cracked through the silence like lightning. she fired back without thinking.

your vision blurred.

“stay with me,” she said, voice sharp and too loud in your ear. “fuck, you’re bleeding—fuck—where—”

you pressed a hand to your side. it came away red.

“ellie,” you whispered, blinking slow.

“no—don’t fucking do that. don’t close your eyes.”

another bullet whined past. she ducked over you, shielding your body with hers.

then her arm locked tight around your back and she hauled you upright—half dragging, half carrying you through the busted doorway, into a side hallway dark enough to disappear in.

you stumbled and whimpered.

“i got you,” she panted. “i got you.”

your knees buckled again and she caught you—barely. you collapsed behind a broken vending machine. she dropped to her knees in front of you, breathing hard, sweat mixing with dust and blood.

“okay. okay. stay awake for me.”

she peeled your jacket back, hands moving too fast, pressing firm into the wound causing you to scream.

“i know, i know,” she breathed. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry—just—just let me stop the bleeding, okay?”

you nodded with your teeth clenched.

she ripped off part of her shirt with her knife, wadding the fabric tight and pushing it into your side. your body jerked from the pain. her hands were shaking as she pressed down harder.

“talk to me,” she said. “say anything. tell me a joke. call me an asshole. just keep talking.”

you couldn’t talk. not really. just whimpered something that sounded like her name.

“hey.” her voice broke. “you don’t get to leave me like this. not now. not…ever.”

you met her eyes. “i’m right here,” you said, or maybe mouthed. you weren’t sure but she heard you.

she leaned forward, forehead pressed to yours. her breath was shaking harder than your own.

“we’re gonna wait five minutes,” she whispered, more to herself than you. “just five. and then i’m getting you the fuck outta here.”

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she carried you the whole way. her pack weighed nothing. you were the only thing that mattered. your blood was warm against her neck, your hand barely holding onto her shoulder. she didn’t cry. not until she kicked the safehouse door shut behind her, laid you down on a mattress that smelled like mildew, and saw how pale you were.

“stay with me,” she said again.

you nodded. barely.

and then she was tearing through the bag. water. rag. needle and thread. she poured whiskey on her hands and on your wound. your body arched off the floor. she wiped your tears with the sleeve of her arm while her own tears slipped down her face.

“you’re doing so good,” she whispered. “i know it hurts. just hold on.”

it took thirty minutes to stitch you.

thirty minutes of you biting down on her shirt, sobbing, her voice in your ear the whole time: “i’m here. i’m right here. you’re doing so fucking good.”

then it was quiet. just the hum of the wind outside and your broken breathing. you woke up hours later—disoriented, aching, but alive.

ellie was sitting beside you on the floor, arms crossed on her knees, face buried in them. you shifted and winced. she jerked her head up so fast it almost gave you whiplash.

“you’re awake,” she whispered, eyes red. “fuck—fuck, you’re awake.”

you reached for her hand and she held it like a lifeline.

“thought I lost you,” she said.

you tried to smile. “you didn’t.”

she leaned down. kissed your forehead. then your cheek. then your lips—soft, scared, grateful.

“you scared the shit out of me,” she whispered.

“i know.” you say.

“never do that again.”

“i’ll try.”

she rested her forehead against yours. “i meant it when i said not now. not ever.”

all you closed your eyes. “then don’t let go.”

“i won’t.”

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under the stars

ellie williams x fem!reader

kinda a continuation of night ride! enjoyyy

warnings: smut (18+), strap-on use, dom!ellie, revenge sex kinda, spit, light choking, overstimulation, weed, praise + filthy talk, bondage, multiple orgasms

you should’ve known she wouldn’t let it slide.

a couple days later you found yourself back on the balcony. except this time ellie was having her way with you. you’d barely come down from the last round—sore, soaked, still catching your breath—when ellie grabbed your hips and flipped you over like it was nothing.

“oh, so now you wanna act all shy?” she muttered, breath hot against your neck as she pressed her chest to your back.

you barely got a word out before her hand slid between your thighs, fingers dragging through the mess you left.

“you had your little moment,” she said. “my turn.”

her voice was low. smug. dangerous.

you tried to push up on your elbows, but she leaned her weight into you, pinning you to the blanket-draped lounge chair.

you heard her spit. felt it hit your lower back. then the tip of the strap was sliding between your folds again—no teasing this time.

“you’re still wet,” she said. “did i fuck you that good?”

“ellie—”

“yeah?” she shoved in deep.

you gasped—back arching, head thrown back.

“look at you,” she said. “can barely take what i’m giving you.”

you bit the blanket beneath you, knuckles white. she leaned in, teeth dragging along your ear.

“i run this, baby,” she whispered. “gonna make sure you fuckin’ remember that.”

you nodded, moaning—words gone.

she pulled out slow, slammed back in harder. again. again. your legs shook and her grip on your hips tightened. then her hand wrapped lightly around your throat—just enough to tilt your head back so she could kiss your jaw.

“you gonna cum for me again?”

you nodded. desperate.

“use your words.”

“yes—fuck, yes—ellie, please—”

“there she is,” she smirked. “my needy little thing.”

she fucked you straight through it—your orgasm hitting hard and fast, thighs trembling, tears welling in your eyes.

when you came, she didn’t stop. just slowed enough to let you breathe.

“you want me to stop?” she asked.

you shook your head no.

“good,” she said, mouth against your ear. “i’m not fuckin’ done with you.”

you thought she was kidding. but she really wasn’t done with you yet. you didn’t realize what she was doing until she was already wrapping her hoodie around your wrists.

“els—”

“shh,” she muttered, tying the sleeves tight behind your back. “you wanted this. now you take it.”

she pushed you toward the balcony railing. not all the way over—just enough that your chest brushed the cool metal. the night air hit your skin and you shivered.

she dragged her fingers up the back of your thigh. your body jerked at the touch.

“look at that,” she hummed. “still fuckin’ shaking.”

you were soaked. sensitive. and still—needy as hell.

“spread your legs.”

you did as she said.

her hand gripped the back of your neck, pushing you gently down until your cheek pressed to the railing. her other hand grabbed the blunt off the chair, took one slow hit, and exhaled the smoke right into the crook of your neck.

her mouth was on you before you could catch your breath—tongue dragging through your folds, slow and filthy.

she sucked your clit once—twice—then spit on it and rubbed it in with her thumb.

“you like when i get nasty, huh?”

“yes,” you gasped.

she slipped two fingers inside, curling them slow. “who’s pussy is this?”

“yours.”

“say it louder.”

“yours, ellie—fuck—it’s yours—”

“good girl.”

you were already close again, grinding down on her face, wrists tied behind your back, chest pressed to the railing like a fucking scene.

you came with a cry. legs shaking. whole body twitching. but she wasn’t done. she stood, dragged the strap back up, and lined it up again.

you barely got the words out—“too much, el—please—”

“nah,” she said, voice darker now. “you’re gonna take all of it.”

she pushed in fast this time. no warning. you screamed. her hand wrapped around your throat—tight enough to hold you still, not enough to hurt.

“breathe,” she said. “just like that.”

her hips slammed into you over and over, her other hand gripping your tied wrists for leverage.

“feel how deep i am?” she groaned.

you nodded, tears on your cheeks. “ellie—fuck, please!”

“you cum again, i want it all over.”

and you did. again. and again.

body wrecked. voice broken.

you slumped forward, barely able to stand. ellie finally pulled out, untying your wrists gently.

she kissed your shoulder.

“i ever catch you tryna take control again,” she whispered, “i’ll bend you over in front of the whole fuckin’ city.”

you smiled, dazed, ruined.

“promise?”

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“🙁”

normal day in jackson

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just reminding you what abby really looks like, MY BIG MAMA I MISS YOU

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night ride

ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+), dom!reader, strap-on use, weed use, praise, teasing, public-ish sex, begging, spit, slow grinding, power play

ellie was already buzzed when you pulled her onto the balcony.

blunt half-smoked, tank hanging off one shoulder, legs spread lazy across the old lounge chair she kept out there like a throne. she looked up at you through heavy lashes—half-annoyed, half-amused.

“what,” she muttered, lips curling. “you wanna fuck out here?”

you took the blunt from her fingers, leaned down, and kissed her slow. deep.

“mhm,” you said against her mouth. “unless you’re scared.”

her smirk faltered.

you climbed over her lap, straddling her thighs with no hesitation. her breath caught when she felt the bulge press between her legs through the boxers you wore under her sweats.

“you’re high,” she whispered.

you grinned. “so are you.”

she couldn’t argue with that.

you rocked your hips once—slow, heavy, just enough pressure to make her whimper. her head dropped back, hands gripping your waist.

“fuck—”

you kissed down her neck, dragged your tongue along her collarbone, bit lightly where her pulse throbbed. she shivered.

“gonna be good for me, baby?” you murmured.

she nodded, eyes fluttering. “always.”

you pulled her tank off. she didn’t fight it. didn’t speak. just let you undress her like she was yours to undress.

because she was.

her sweats were next—tugged down and off with slow, unbothered fingers. she tried to close her legs instinctively, a blush creeping up her throat.

you clicked your tongue. “uh-uh.”

you spread her open again, dragged the tip of your strap against her soaked cunt, then tapped her clit with it.

she twitched.

“you gonna take it all for me?”

she blinked up at you. “yes.”

you slid in slow. all the way.

she choked on a moan, eyes wide, hands fisting the blanket underneath her.

“there you go,” you whispered, leaning in, brushing your lips against hers. “so good for me.”

you didn’t start moving yet.

you sat there, buried deep inside her, grinding slow and mean, watching her squirm.

her thighs shook. her jaw clenched.

“please,” she muttered.

you smiled. “please what?”

“fuck me.”

you kissed her again. “nah. you like it like this.”

you rolled your hips slow. dragged the strap deep with every circle.

ellie whimpered. loud.

“someone’s gonna hear,” she breathed.

“let ‘em.”

you passed her the blunt. she tried to take a hit, but your next thrust knocked the breath out of her.

“fuck—fuck—”

“can’t even smoke right,” you teased. “that dick got you dumb already?”

she bit her lip. whining as she nodded.

“look at you,” you whispered, grinding down harder. “needy little thing.”

“need to cum,” she said, breathless.

“you can.”

she looked up at you, eyes glassy. “really?”

“if you say you’re mine.”

she didn’t even hesitate.

“i’m yours.”

“louder.”

“i’m yours!”

you gave her what she wanted.

you fucked her through it slow, steady, deep—never letting up. her thighs trembled. her hands clawed at your arms. her moans echoed off the balcony walls.

she came hard. again. and again.

and when you finally leaned in, kissed her like you were claiming her, she melted into your mouth.

“good girl,” you whispered. “took it so fuckin’ well.”

she nodded, eyes half-closed, chest rising and falling fast.

“gimme the rest of that blunt,” you said.

she laughed. breathless. wrecked.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.”

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Please, Sir 🤧

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back to friends

ellie williams x fem!reader

how can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed?

warnings: smut (18+), strap-on use, soft dom!ellie, emotional angst, crying during sex, toxic fwb dynamic, casual intimacy, heartbreak, post-sex vulnerability, “what are we?” convo, no resolution

you told yourself you were just stopping by.

she’d texted you around ten—“wanna come over? i’m bored”—like she hadn’t seen you yesterday. like she didn’t know what that would do to you.

you answered anyway. like you always did.

now it was past midnight, and you were still there.

ellie sat across from you on the couch, hoodie sleeves pushed to her elbows, rolling a blunt with one leg tucked under her. her fingers moved with muscle memory, rings glinting under the lamp on the side table.

the tv played something stupid and quiet. neither of you were watching.

you were curled up in the corner of the couch, hoodie you’d stolen from her months ago pulled over your knees. the one she hadn’t asked for back.

her place was always cold, but you didn’t mind. you liked it here. liked the quiet. liked her, even when you told yourself not to.

“you gonna hit this?” she asked, glancing over at you once the blunt was lit.

you nodded, reaching for it.

your fingers brushed.

you held in the hit longer than you needed to, passing it back before sinking deeper into the cushions. your head was starting to buzz. your body felt warm. too warm.

ellie exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching it swirl toward the ceiling.

“you okay?” she asked suddenly.

you looked at her. “yeah. why?”

she shrugged. “you’re just quiet tonight.”

“i’m always quiet.”

“not like this.”

you hesitated. pulled the hoodie tighter around you. “just tired.”

she didn’t push. she never did.

you let the silence settle again, let the weed drag your thoughts out slow and heavy.

her leg bounced restlessly. she looked like she wanted to say something but couldn’t decide if it was worth it.

and then—

“you staying over?”

you glanced at her. her face was blank. casual. but you heard the shift in her tone. felt it.

you nodded once. “yeah.”

she didn’t say anything else. just looked at you a second longer than she should’ve before standing and stretching, the hem of her hoodie rising just enough to show the cut of her stomach.

your eyes followed. you didn’t mean to.

she noticed.

“you comin’?” she asked over her shoulder, already walking down the hall.

you swallowed hard but followed her anyway.

your head was spinning by the time you reached her bed.

ellie didn’t say anything when she kissed you this time. she just pressed her mouth to yours like she was already drowning in it. her hands were under your shirt in seconds—familiar, slow, warm.

she peeled it off and tossed it aside, never breaking the kiss.

you tugged at her hoodie until she helped you out of it, then her boxers, leaving the harness already strapped to her hips. she was always ready. and that did something to you that you didn’t want to unpack.

she pulled you back into her lap, just to kiss you again—deeper now, her hand sliding up the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair.

then, soft as anything, she whispered,

“lie back for me.”

you did.

your legs fell open as she settled between them, eyes drinking you in like she was memorizing everything again. her fingers traced the insides of your thighs, the curve of your hips, until she pressed two fingers to your slit.

“fuck…” she muttered, dragging them through your wetness. “you’re so ready.”

you arched into her touch. “then do something.”

she smirked. “bossy.”

but she listened.

her strap pressed against your entrance, and her lips ghosted over yours again.

“look at me.”

you did. and when she pushed in slowly, keeping eye contact the whole time, you nearly broke.

she didn’t rush. she never did.

she rocked into you deep and slow, hips moving like she had all night. her hand came up to hold your face, thumb brushing your cheek like she cared.

your legs wrapped around her waist. your fingers clawed at her back.

“you feel so good,” she whispered into your mouth. “you always do.”

you kissed her again, desperately, because it felt like the only way to say i love you without ruining everything.

“fuck—don’t stop,” you breathed.

“i’m not going anywhere,” she said, but it didn’t sound like a promise.

it sounded like a lie you’d agreed to believe.

eventually, she slowed.

her lips dragged along your jaw as she pulled out and rolled you gently onto your side.

“turn around,” she murmured, kissing behind your ear.

you did.

she spooned you from behind, arm hooked under your neck, her strap pressing back inside you with a slow, agonizing thrust.

your back arched against her. her mouth stayed at your neck—kissing, breathing, moaning soft things into your skin like “just like that” and “you take me so well.”

your hand reached behind you, threading into her hair.

her fingers found your clit again, rubbing tight circles that made your whole body tense.

“ellie—” you whispered, breath catching.

“i got you,” she whispered. “cum for me.”

you did, gasping into the pillow, body shaking as she fucked you through it.

she didn’t stop. not really.

she pulled you onto your stomach next, kissed your spine, then pushed your legs apart slowly. her hands settled on your waist, thumbs digging into your lower back as she slid in again.

this time it was deeper. slower. desperate.

she leaned over you, her chest pressing to your back, her breath hot against your neck.

“you’re mine like this,” she said against your ear. “you know that, right?”

you couldn’t answer. you didn’t know if you were supposed to.

she kept moving. steady. grounding. pulling soft moans out of you until they turned into whines. your fingers twisted in the sheets. her hand slipped under your stomach, lifting your hips to fuck you deeper.

“don’t run from it,” she whispered when you started to squirm. “take it.”

“i am—fuck—i am…”

you were crying. you didn’t know when it started.

she kissed the back of your shoulder and said nothing.

just kept going until your body gave out and your voice broke.

and still, she held you like it meant something.

your cheek was pressed to the pillow, body buzzing with aftershocks.

her weight was still half on top of you, her arm draped across your waist like she didn’t want to let go. her strap was still inside you, slow breaths brushing your shoulder as she came down with you.

and for a moment—you let yourself believe it meant something.

the way she kissed you. the way she moved. the way she held you after.

it felt like more.

but then the silence stretched.

and that ache started to return—low and slow in your chest, like it was waiting all along.

you turned your head toward her, voice quiet.

“ellie.”

she hummed against your skin.

“what are we?”

you felt her arm tense just slightly. she didn’t pull away. didn’t answer, either.

you shifted, sliding out from under her slowly, turning to face her in the dim light.

her eyes were already open. watching you. searching.

“why do you always ask that after we fuck?” she said quietly.

“because that’s when it feels real,” you replied. “and then you go cold.”

she looked down, thumb rubbing at the sheet between you.

“i don’t mean to.”

“i know,” you said. ���but you still do.”

you sat up, blanket falling around your waist. your body still hummed from her. but your heart was already catching up.

“it’s not just sex, ellie. it never is. not when you look at me like that.”

her voice was soft. guilty.

“i didn’t mean to make you think—”

“that it meant something?” you cut in, meeting her eyes.

“don’t act like it didn’t. you don’t fuck your friends like that.”

she sighed, dragging her hands down her face.

“i care about you,” she said.

“then say what this is.”

“i don’t know.” she was honest, at least. “i don’t know what i’m doing. i want you, but—”

she shook her head. “i can’t give you what you want.”

“how do you know what i want?” you snapped, sharper than you meant to.

“because i know you.” her voice cracked. “you want someone to choose you. all the way. and i…”

she swallowed. “i don’t know if i can be that person.”

you looked at her.

“then stop touching me like you already are.”

she looked like you slapped her.

the silence was brutal.

you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. wiped your cheek with the sleeve of her hoodie.

“just tell me the truth,” you said. “was it ever more than sex for you?”

she blinked. her jaw clenched. her eyes dropped.

“sometimes,” she whispered. “but i didn’t let myself feel it.”

you nodded slowly. “must be nice.”

“it’s not,” she said. “it fucking sucks. not feeling anything would be easier. but then you come over. and you look at me like you’re still trying. and i forget how to stay numb.”

you looked away.

“so what do we do now?” you asked.

she didn’t have an answer right away.

she sat up slowly, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, hands clasped between her knees. she stared down at the floor like it might give her the words you were waiting for.

you waited anyway.

finally, she said it—quiet. like she didn’t want to hear it herself.

“we’re just friends.”

your heart sank.

you felt it in your throat, in your stomach, in the way your body suddenly went still.

the silence that followed was deafening.

“right,” you nodded, like you were agreeing like it didn’t just shatter something inside you.

she didn’t look back at you and neither of you said anything else.

and just like that…

we’re back to being friends.

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Priorities 🫢

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her little smile 😭😭😭

abby anderson they could never make me hate you

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obsessed

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Im back again *crickets*

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