#fem 2 masc

[pawette]

Fem 2 Masc

❝ A flag for those who feel they were originally feminine, and are transitioning to masculinity. It is not synonyms with female to male (ftm) and it is not exclusive to AFAB indivuals. It may be used in reference to one's gender and/or one's expression. ❞ — ♡

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fem 2 masc

A flag for those who feel they were originally feminine, and are transitioning to masculinity. It is not synonyms with female to male (ftm) and it is not exclusive to AFAB indivuals. It may be used in reference to one's gender and/or one's expression.

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[wh0re4elliewilliams]

WHY DID THEY CUT ME OUT OF THE FRAME?!

[edscuntyeyeshadow]

never again will I see a Look as iconic as edward teach with his hair up, eyeliner and a dangly earring, PLUS the bad bitch cropped leather jacket and fingerless gloves. I hope the creators know just how much psychological damage this shit has been causing ever since ofmd s2 dropped.

like I don’t think they meant to create the epitome of the queer gaze but here we are

[bittersu1te]

𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰/𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 ౨ৎ 𝐚/𝐧: lowkey starting yapping ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐍𝐈— thinking about cuddling with ellie. her arms wrapped around you, nuzzling her face into your neck. she's in a deep sleep almost snoring in your ear. ellie's heart beat vibrating against your back, her lags tangled in with yours. you found yourself melting in ellie's embrace, so warm and loving, everything you look for at nights. the bright moon was peeking through the sheer curtains of your room, there was a halo, some type of glow throughout the entire bedroom, just so beautiful, unlike anything you've ever laid eyes on. you weren't sure why you haven't been able to fall asleep all night, either it was the essence in the room, or it was the fact that you wanted be feel close to ellie. you felt like if you were going to fall asleep ellie would disappear, that she wasn't real and you made her up in your head. but she was real, very much real. the only reason you thought she was going to disappear was bc you've never felt this comfortable before, the comfort ellie brings you. it was everything and more, it was all you ever needed. comfort from a person who truly loves you. and ellie was that exactly person. she loved to from neptune and back, from this universe to the other. she could never express the love she has and feels for you, couldn't find the right words. but you didn't need that you already felt more then loved from the way ellie makes you feel. all this thinking you hadn't even noticed that you've finally fallen into a deep sleep, with ellie holding you tight to her chest. and all you hoped for is that when you wake up ellie would be real, and still holding you tight ♡ ♡

this is really bad ngl

daily click | free palestine

[lenny-link]

Happee pridee

[blondehya]

having death thoughts ☹️

abby’s pussy slaps would destroy fr

[astralnymphh]

YES PLEASE. BLOCKBUSTER ELLIE?? 90’s?? SIGN ME UP. WHERE DO I PUT MY NAME??😖😖🙏

- 🩵

a/n + cw; OMGG AN EMOJI ANON i haven't seen you guys in a hot minute, but YESSS BLOCKBUSTER ELLIE!! specifically x customer reader. it's a cute duo! and let me relay why from my very scrambled 3 am jot-down. was going to make this a blurb, but it better translates through something more structured. ++ SFW! kinda mean!reader tbh (but ellie likes that), very fluffy you might squeet, quickly written, awkwardness, ellie being a nerd. [first pic from amoaeIIie on pinterest]

Imagine Ellie, in her blockbuster getup, leaning her butt into the edge of the register counter, jamming to whatever is playing on her hand-me-down walkman; earsbuds in, eyes downcast, head bopping slowing - soundly unaware of you awaiting service on your over-due rental. "Hello?" your volume divides the soft ambiance of the store, but it isn't enough to rope Ellie's mindspace from the clouds. Calling out again, "Hell-looh?" you extend beyond the cash register and wave your hand - nothing, nada.

How the hell has this girl not gotten her ass fired yet?

After numerous roadblocks, a brazen last resort comes into play. You cut around the counter briefly to take things into your own hands (literally) because you have not the time, nor the patience, for her slacking off.

Beryl eyes drop sharply to the walkman in her pants pocket when a single earbud is spooled from her ear, assuming it fell - but to her surprise, it hung low from your finger, and a glance above that finger was your face. Risen of one brow, flat-lined of your lips; impatient.

And her entire focus blanks out when you begin to speak, curtly and satirically, "Hey, I know busting out your Dad's old walkman in public makes you feel cool and whatnot, but you're on the clock." handing the slim cord back over to a stunned girl, flushed behind the pop of her freckles. Maybe your tone of voice sent her higher into the clouds, past a coven of angels, because her lips part narrowly and remain still for a single second - save two or three. Or maybe it's 'cause you specified it as her 'Dad's' which was.. spot on.

And whatever excuse she had quickly cherry-picked for you, hesitated audibly in her throat before it split from it, "O-Oh, right, shit sorry - was about to end my shift n' thought the store was empty. My bad." scrambling to stuff the other earplug in her pocket and avert all attention to you. Very eagerly.

"Looks like you've got a late fee on this one.." her pitch pummeled deeper, and coarser as she concentrates on the clunky screen she hunches slightly to use. Scrunching the freckles of her face together, hogging the blue-lit screen. Poor girl probably forgot her glasses at home. "Annnd are you looking to rent the sequel?" she peeks her auburn head from the screen and holds up the cased movie, tracing her index over the plastic cleft, tapping twice. "To this - it has a second part."

There's no denying it: she is cute - and guilt rolls your guts around for being so snippy and sullen to her earlier. But based on her demeanor growing enthused the second she saw what movie you had in hand - she doesn't seem to care a hoot.

"Out of stock," replied you, indifferent-sounding - and strking; crossed arms, bent knee, stiffly-standing. Comparable to a millpond. "Guess I won't be the only person with late fees." you take a breath to jest, shaking loose strands of hair from your eyes.

"Haha," you're no world-class comedian; that joke wasn't all that funny, but the need to hurl any affirming noise at you, was necessary. Relenting to reflex. What can she say? Love at first sight! "Yeah, that seems like the agenda these days," Ellie sighs out, molding the plump of her lip under her teeth and reshapes it into a dorky smirk. Isn't she just a sweet chocolate-box of adorability?

"Hmm, bummer."

That hum and word trips into her ears, knocking some brain-cog, and an idea limns her features; they glow wide. "Actually - um, I've got a copy of the sequel at my place. Technically it's my Dad's, but.." her pitch fluctuates, mindlessly thumbing the case between two fiddly hands. "Maybe you can - if you want, not pressuring you or anything - come over?" she throws a pointed thumb backwards, motioning a potential future. "Watch it? If you weren't planning on watching it with somebody else."

Slick trick to seeing if you're single; of course you'd watch movies with your boyfriend - or girlfriend.

"Hmmm.." you hummed longer this time, and this time it admitted the mushrooming of an almost aggravating anticipation in her belly. Like you meant to torture her with 'hmms' and nothing but 'hmms' as your answer hung high in cloudy abeyance, until, "What's the name on your tag - ah, Ellie."

"Yeah?"

"Ellie," you confirm her name twice, and speak it to enthrall her full-scale attention. Made it sound fucking sugary sweet, through a swirly whisper and a twist of your head. "If you can give me a discount, or a full wipe on that late fee, then yes. It's a date."

Light panic ensues. "Date?" she croaks and laughs it off, "I mean - pshh, guess that's one way to put it." backtracking to her hunched, elbows-on-the-counter pose.

"You put it that way."

"Yeah, I just.. didn't wanna admit that." immediately, she uncurls her spine again, relaxing her muscles to somewhat peer at you. "Sure. No more fees." Rounded eyes lost - adamant on indirectly staring at you and the space below you, because Goddess forbid a stroke of idiocy flickers through her while gawking at you.

The store runs dead-quiet in the background of your conversation, leading you to one golden question. "Your shift over after this?"

Oh damn, her cheeks are pink. "Uh-huh," bet she's oblivious to that red-hot beam nearly bursting the seams to her face, too. Nasal lines fold as a severe smile tugs, shadowed by her bent thumb poking at it. "Takin' my car?"

And that's how you pick up girls at a video store in the 90s - the Ellie Williams way.

this isn't even the full idea

[wishyoured]

something gentle and sweet abby x reader / nsfw (kinda)

You were having a terrible day. The outfit you had on didn’t feel right, you received news that you had failed a major exam alongside experiencing a hit and run right after accidentally shattering your phone; everything was just a lot at once. It felt like one bad event after another, never ending —

Your drive home felt miserably long but you were relieved to know Abby was probably already home by now. For the entire day, melting into her arms was all you could think about.

Finally, you stepped inside your home, immediately seeing her light up, greeting you with a smile. “My sweet girl, I really missed you today.” Automatically teary eyed, you fall into her embrace. She knew you well enough to recognize something was going on, she wrapped her arm around your back as her other was holding the hair on your head. You stood in silence, slowly swaying back and forth for a few moments, appreciating how safe and comfortable she made you feel.

You looked up making eye contact with her, “Today was shit.” She kissed the top of your head, “That’s ok beautiful, I’m going to take care of you alright?” Thanking her, you nodded your head. She held your hand and guided you to the bedroom you both shared.

She had you sit at the end of the bed, making sure you were comfortable before walking into the bathroom. Returning shortly after you heard the shower head start to run, Abby helped gently undressed you. She had you lift your arms to slip your shirt up for you, she slowly took off your jewelry, pants, socks, etc. In between items she had removed, she kissed your skin while praising you -

“So soft - Baby, do you know how beautiful you are?” “You did so good today, I know it was hard.” “It’s ok, love. I am going to help you.”

Once the both of you were undressed, she once again held your hand, leading you to the bathroom. She was kind and soothing, helping you step in the shower to wash you off. Intentional with everything she did, Abby made sure you felt comfortable and admired — taking time to make sure you were clean and calm.

Eventually, the both of you were done and dried off - she even helped you get lotion on and everything. You were sitting up in bed beside her. Thinking about how great Abby was being for you, you got emotional - experiencing an overwhelming feeling of sincere gratitude that you were not able to fully verbalize. Talking through tears, you look over to her, “Thank you so much, I really love you. I-”

“Oh baby shh, I’m right here, it’s ok. I love you sweetheart, I know.” She wiped away your tears and held you tight, eliciting a strong feeling of protection.

Once calmed down, you reached up to kiss her. It began as a soft gesture but quickly, the both of you grew desperate for each other. Between heavy breaths she looked at your loving eyes, “God, I love you so much.”

[andersonfilms]

ღ ELECTRAPLAYER ✶ YOU NEED ME NOW?

♰ ˚. NOW YOU GOT YOUR FEELINGS BACK!

feat. masc!reader x brat!abby

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: brat taming, anal play, daddy!kink, degrading, dirty talk, phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of dildo.

sum. two weeks, fourteen days and abby could tell you the exact minutes it's been since she's suffered in your absence. operating with your loved one on the road wasn't an easy task. abby has needs. all of which can only be solved by, well, you.

rayray yaps. a true labor of love created with — @absfawn. ilysm.

you’re away for one of your tournaments and to abby’s dismay and sadness, she can’t make it this time, if she could, she would have in a heartbeat and you know that, but thankfully, you’ve left a few polaroids for abby the day you had to leave. abby being slightly confused because she hadn’t given any gifts to you but you reassure her that she’s always a gift so she doesn’t need to get you anything. until that same evening when abby starts to miss you all over again, and rummages around in her bag for the polaroids you had given her. 

deep blue eyes widening once she’s pulled them out of the small envelope. one of them consists of you flexing your muscles in the mirror. the same muscles that abby drools over every single day. the next consists of the necklace that she had given you with a small ‘a’ on it, the letter tucked between your teeth, your tongue can be seen grazing it so slightly. the final one has abby gasping and gripping the small picture tightly. your fingers buried in your cunt, the camera pointing in the perfect direction, and abby can just hear your groans and grunts even though you were miles away.

and the following morning you wake up to a long video of abby fucking herself with her fingers, and your pupils dilate at the sight of the picture of you fucking yourself, beside her and you groan loudly at her soft gasps and whines, begging for you to come home already, even though you only left last night.

“I can just tell your pussy is not full right now. you know my fingers are better than anything you’ve ever had. do you miss them, baby? they miss you, so much”

“fuck, you know i do. never missed anything more than your fingers. need you stuffing my cunt full. fuck, why did you have to leave?” abby whimpers heavily, anything else she says becomes beyond comprehension.

“i know, m’sorry baby girl. you know i’d be there with you in a heartbeat if i could—” you groaned, all your focus on abby once more. “fuck, you’re so beautiful. lookin’ so pretty fucking yourself, imaging it’s my fingers. that’s a good girl, keep going. wish i could feel you around me right now, you have no idea how crazy i’m going being away from you”

“yeah, you’re going crazy? imagine how i feel finding those pictures in my bag. seeing you in the necklace i gifted you, seeing you fuck your pretty cunt. god, i want you to…” abby pauses, struggling to continue as her moans take over. “i-i, i just—”

“what are you trying to say, baby? use your words and then i can give you what you want but not until you do.” you pause for a moment, as you pull the phone closer to your face, lips ghost kissing the mic. “my girl needs to beg for me, then i can take care of this sweet fucking pussy, yeah?”

abby whines at your words— choking on a few of them when she tilts the camera back to her her face, even though you let out your own groan of frustration that you couldn’t see what was yours anymore, looking at you with tears in her eyes. you cooed, and she blushed deeply.  “daddy” her voice was quiet, borderline non-existent. your small hum for her to continue had her head spinning, lips parted with another strong of moans. “need it, please. need you so bad. can’t you hear how bad i need you?”

“can you hear, daddy?” you spoke softly, light degradation hidden beneath your tone. “mmm, i hear baby. don’t worry, i’ll fill her up when im back home. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

abby’s voice hitches, an octave so high she screeches as her pace intensifies. she slips another finger into her pussy, the warmth of her slick gifting it with no resistance. “i-, shit, i would like it a lot. want daddy to come inside my pretty pussy. please.” the stimulation on her clit isn’t enough. it’s never enough without you. she’s craving more, but you’re hundreds of miles away. by every passing minute, abby’s frustration only grows. “f-fuck, i-i’m having trouble. daddy, can you keep talking? need you to talk me through it.”

the words had you throwing your head back with a soft growl, the sounds of her moans and wet pussy had the blood rushing to your head. if only you could crawl through the screen, bury your tongue between her folds, and let her fuck herself on against your mouth. if only. “yeah, baby? want me to make a mess of you? fill you up and make you a mama?” you laughed. you laughed when she whined out a string of quiet ‘yes please’ and ‘yes daddy’ “go on, baby girl. you can take more than that, imagine it’s my fingers stretching out your pretty pussy—” her moans slowly got louder with each of your words, gasping and almost dropping her phone. “yeah, let me see. let me see you stretching your pussy for me”

she pulls the camera away from her scrunched, irresistibly pouty face, gliding the view over her gorgeous pink nipples then you’re seeing her toned core with her abs defined by all the hours she tries to one up you in the gym before you’re met with the treasured gold. soft blonde curls framing her divine pussy, one you crave to suffocate your face with. with every thrust of her fingers, the sound echoes in your nearly vacant hotel room allowing you to absorb every moment of her wet pussy. 

“so good for daddy. aren’t you? you’ll do anything i fucking ask.” you bit your lip harshly, grunting as your teeth grip your bottom lip. “you know, i’m almost jealous you’re fucking my pussy instead of me but you just sound so good for me mama. i’ll allow it this time. only if you keep thinking about me putting a baby in you. alright babygirl?”

if you weren’t lying down, your knees would have buckled beneath you and fell to the ground when she pointed the camera upwards again, showing you her teary eyes. “s’all yours daddy” abby whimpered, sucking on her bottom lip. 

“feels s’good, need you— need your fingers, need all of you” she’s so far gone that she doesn’t even know how her words are forming, or making any sense but you know. “fill me up daddy, need it, need all of it” was she turning delirious? probably, but she didn’t care, not when you were talking to her like this, helping her from so far away like this. “want your cock” she whined, looking at you through the screen shyly. the nerve.

“oh. so, my cock is what you want? funny babygirl, thought you need it, not want.” you laugh maliciously, teasing your poor whiny girlfriend on the phone. “we both know you can beg better than this. so, tell me how badly you need my cock, yeah?” abby couldn’t help but fuck herself even harder at the request. soft but loud whimpers of ‘daddy’ fell from her lips as her fingers doubled down in their pace, becoming louder by the second. 

“abigail, you better fucking not make yourself cum unless i say so. got it?” she nodded silently as she let off the pressure on her clit and fucked herself at a slower pace, heeding to your command. “yes daddy.”

“i need it i’ll do anything, daddy” she cried, the tears welling up even more in her eyes. the angle she had her phone in gave you glimpses of her face and her pussy. you had her crying and you weren’t even there to kiss them away, whisper in her ear that she’s your good girl like you would normally. 

“i’ve been so good for you—” her voice cracked again, wanting to go faster, but also remembering that if she’s not good, for you, you won’t let her cum. or at all until you get back home. she can’t wait that long to cum again, fuck, you know she can’t wait that long. she gets bratty when she’s not allowed to cum.

“been your good girl, please need your cock. need you”

the liquid pooling in the depths of her blue eyes sends you reeling, but you have to remain your composure. even if the first thing you want to do is cave, it’s not what she needs so you don’t give it. “have you been good? you touched your pretty cunt without my permission, nearly made yourself cum without asking. can’t be quite sure my good girl is still here.” you sigh deeply, conveying your disappointment. “you’ll have to say more than a few pretty words to convince me you deserve it.”

you weren’t being fair. surely you wouldn’t tease her like this, have her completely soaked and then leave her horny, a mess in her sheets until it’s time for you to go practise for your tournament. right? she didn’t know, but all she could do was whimper out random words, “m’your good girl!” she finally caved, fucking her fingers into her soaked cunt even slower, not wanting to disobey you and make you angry.

“i am your good girl. m’sorry i touched myself without permission, i just miss you” the slick sounds of her wet cunt were loud through the speaker, the blood rushing in your ears at her choked moans. “m’sorry daddy, please—” she's gasping and grinding against her fingers now, her other hand gripping the phone even tighter. “punish me when you get home, but i need— oh please”

you made a sound between a tut and a hum, abby couldn’t really tell the difference anymore because she was more focused on not making herself cum, wanting to be good for you. also way too focused thinking about what you would do to her when you finally come back home. 

“you touched what is mine, without permission, i am glad you are aware of your punishment when i get back, baby” you scoffed, mockingly cooing at her whimpers that have gotten louder over the past few seconds. “as long as i am touching you through, right? even if i’m punishing you, you still get so fucking wet. it’s really slutty” you trailed off again, smirking at her constant nodding. “yeah, i know”

truth be told, abby continues to crumble, quickly. your commands reducing herself to whimpering moans with nonverbal communication. she can’t see me to offer anything else to you. she more than thankful for you mercy, allowing abby to fuck herself. 

the promise of punishment made it clear you would not offer grace the next she sees you. now, you’re taunting her as she desperately grasps at straws, trying to think of anything to stop herself from spilling all over her fingers. she needed something to stop herself. 

but if you keep talking to her like this, she’d surely feel the familiar shiver up her spine along with the twitch in her thighs, clamping her thighs around her hand wishing it was your face. 

“you know what i’m thinking about right now?” abby offers up a small hum, since it’s all she’s capable of. “well—” you trail off, silencing following you waiting for her to plead, begging like the slut she is for you, every goddamn time. it’s in her nature to be this way. it's as true as the blood pumping through her veins. the harder she fights, the less she can resist. 

“i-i, daddy, please. i-, fuck, can you tell me? i need to hear you.” abby released a deep breath. “i’ll do anything just please don’t stop.” long, thick fingers double down in her cunt, requiring more effort now she’s no longer has the gift of your soothing voice, instantly intensifying the pulse of her clit. 

you watched, smirked, almost chuckled at the constant  strings of ‘please’ that tumble from between her now red, swollen lips. you wanted to tease her, keep her guessing on what you were going to do, edge her with just your words because you know they would affect her all the same. 

“yeah? should i stop being so unfair to my pretty girl and tell you what i’m gonna do to you and your pretty fuckin pussy, baby?” you hummed, clit throbbing painfully when abby whined out small, choked up ‘yes’ “want me to tell you every single thing? tsk, i don’t think you deserve me spoiling every detail, do you, baby?” 

“just- please” her eyes screwed shit once more, your voice alone was enough to have her cunt clenching and walls fluttering around her fingers. soft whimpers of your name continue to fall. the attempt to control them slipped as she curled her fingers, a broken moan echoed as abby felt herself getting closer to the edge. 

“alright baby, you sure this is what you want? need me to tell you?” your voice subtly drops into a lower octave as abby nods eagerly. impatiently expectant of what you’re going to lay out next. “fuck—” abby exhales a deep breath, letting go of the tension she feels in her chest every time you speak. everything you say is sent straight to her cunt. 

she’s weak, lost, and aching for you. 

then, you have the gaul to taunt her. 

you’re tilting your head, jutting your strong jaw out with a sadistic smirk gracing your lips. it’s because you know. you fucking know how close she is to crying like the whimpering slut she always seems to turns into. the tears right on the cusp, threatening to spill and you’re eating it up. 

as if you’re the predator fixating on their prey maliciously, finding joy in the kill. ‘cause you do. it’s clear to the weeping women on the receiving end and to you, her girlfriend who's basically pleading for more with a single look. 

“i’ll tell you, baby. you’ve been almost good enough but those pretty tears threatening to spill? hm, never wanted to punish you more than right now.” abby obedient as ever, allows a lone tear to cascade down her freckled cheek. 

“um—” selfishly, wiping away the single tear before breaking her voice through the mic once again. “would you punish me though?” she smirked, just a little one but it had your nostrils flaring, and your teeth grinding together. “you know how much i love it when you do punish me, daddy” was she taunting you right now? “don’t pretend you don’t love it either. you don’t love the sounds i make for you when you bend me over your lap—”

“baby, you know i do—”

“m’talking” abby whined out, her usual bratty tone and behavior creeping back in, the tears that welled up in her eyes slowly fell and you couldn’t help but suck in a harsh breath when she looked into the camera again. “m’so wet for you, and you want to punish me because i missed you? that’s mean”

abby did always get a little brattier than usual when you’d have to leave for constant tournaments. sending you voice notes after each training session with a sassy attitude. dramatically telling you that you’ve left her home alone, to rot in her bed until she gets to see you again. so her being brattier now, wasn’t something new to you, just something that made you frustrated, wanting to punish her even more. “you think you’re cute, don’t you?” you chuckled, licking your lips and humming, nodding like she had just told you the biggest scoop of drama. 

“i am cute, you’ve told me” her breath hitched, fingers curling and hitting all the right spots in her cunt, walls quivering at each breath or word you let out. “you always tell me i’m cute—”

“got a real smart mouth this morning, don’t you? did you forget i have multiple ways to shut that up? yeah, you forget that baby?” you mocked, awwing when she’s whimpering, trying to keep up her facade of calm and collect up, but failing with each growl you gave. “as long as you have my fingers in that mouth, and down your throat, you’re my good girl. you want that when i get back? shove my fingers down your throat, fill you up with my cock and get you to shut that bratty mouth up?”

she’s so far gone. your words alone engraving into her skin and brain. it’s like you were still at home with her. could feel your breath against her neck, burning at her skin. she could feel the lingering touches from you the night you had left. her lips part, and whiny moans and whimpers tumble out, not trying to hide them anymore. “whatever you want” abby sighed, shuddering when she’s curling her fingers against that spot deep inside her, “want it, want it so bad, oh my— m’gonna cum” 

“are you?” your eyebrow quirked up, raspily chuckling under your breath. “i don’t remember saying you can, babygirl” the roles reversed again. she knew she wouldn’t be able to taunt you the way you taunt her. which is why she sobbed, sniffled, when you laughed. “yeah, i know. i know you want to cum, baby. m’not being nice am i? you’re all there, home alone being my good girl, and m’not letting you cum” 

she sobs even louder, you’re cruel words inflicting an unimaginable pain to her chest. “why not, daddy?” the word of affection used precisely hoping to work in her advantage, but you wouldn’t make it this easy for her. 

“because baby, good girls don’t get to cum before their punishment. do they?” you project a soft hum, daring her to question you, practically begging her to but abby became too lost in the promise of punishment. never have you punished her the same way twice. she never really knew what to expect, it always ends the same. “after all, you are fucking my pussy. didn’t bother to ask me either before you did. you certainly don’t deserve my gentle hand, my kind heart. no. all of it’s out the window now.” 

“m’fuck, um, what are you going to do then?”abby tilts her head to the side, smothering her soft features into the cotton pillow. all of her moans are muffled, broken and choked, pleading like a pathetic slut for a release. “not a chance angel. show me your pretty face. you’re not going to deny me the privilege of seeing you act like a slut for me.” 

“you act like it’s something new.” once again she’s facing the camera, eyes scrunched as her mouth drops into ecstasy. “if you’re not going to make me cum, what’s the point of this?” her whines continue, one getting trapped in her throat as she tries to act tough, again. 

she’s never looked more of a fucked out mess. 

“what’s the point? hm.” you repeat the statement back to her, welcoming the sound of her pussy getting fucked by her thick fingers. she’s attempting to go faster, defy your commands, but it’s to no avail. she’s not going to be able to without your efforts. abby’s always had a thing for voices. the first time the two of you had done this, it didn’t take much for her to fall apart completely. nothing has changed. every part of her needs to hear you if she’s going to cum. especially if there’s countless miles between the two of you, unable to retain the real thing. 

“you’re desperate to hear what i’m going to do with you. such a spoiled brat you can’t wait until i’m home. all you can think about is finishing. don’t care about my needs, what i want, what i’m telling you. it’s just you, you, you.” you press your miserable girlfriend. soft, high pitched screams m i’m ake an appearance once again. “does your pussy drunk brain think about my needs? stop acting like a spoiled brat.”

your words had gotten to her. you knew they had by continuous strings of whimpers, the sudden choked up tears. “i do, you know i do—” 

“you cryin’, baby?” you pouted, mocking her, chuckling at her huffs. “why are you crying, hm? c’mon, tell me why my pretty girl is crying” your taunting continued, knowing just how much she loved when you teased her. mocked her. 

“because—” she whined, soft gasped breaths falling from her parted lips. as much as she acted like your words didn’t affect her, they affected her too much. affected her no matter what you were saying. you only had to whisper in her ear that she’s a good girl after throwing the ball into a hoop at one of your practise sessions and her clit is throbbing and her cunt is clenching around nothing. “because i wanna cum, and you’re not letting me. i do care about your needs, they’re important to me, but please daddy—”

“just fucking spit it out. we both know what you want. desperate for me to spell it out. always need me to do everything for you, huh? not this time. use your words and tell me what you want.” you laugh cynically. “i know you want to cum, babygirl. it’s the most obvious request in the world. if only i felt nice enough to comply.” 

“but—” she huffs in the most dramatic manner. “m’sorry. i should have asked for permission. i never should have started fucking myself without you. please, can you just tell me how you wanna punish me? daddy, please. i’ll be so good for you. be such a perfect slut for you. i promise.” beautiful blue eyes produce more tears than you know what to do with, clit throbbing in the restraint of your boxers. 

“mhm, such a big strong girl but can’t do a damn thing when it comes to me. fuck, abs, turning into my perfect slut with just my voice. don’t even have to touch you.” sinfully taking your bottom lip up and sinking your teeth in as she continues to cry for you. “alright, my baby has begged enough…for now. i know you’re just dying to hear how much i wanna punish this perfect cunt of yours. are you still fucking yourself on those pretty fingers?  the ones you love for me to choke on while you take my cock.” 

she’s nodding to your words, lips red, puffy and swollen from the amount of biting, and those blue eyes you love looking at so much are hodded. a smile— a lazy, fucked out smile appeard on her lips, and the sight has you sucking in another sharp breath, gripping your phone tighter when her voice breaks slightly. “yes, daddy. want you to fill me up, fill me up really good, like i know you can, and i wanna put my fingers in your pretty mouth, fuck them in your throat while you fuck me. are you gonna let me? take my fingers while you take what’s yours?”

you groaned, head tilted back and lips parting with your own shaky moan. a moan that you aren’t sure if the others in the rooms across from you heard, but you didn’t care. “fuck. yeah, baby” you found yourself being able to finally nod, not caring anymore. “you can fuck my throat with your pretty fingers whenever you want— you are my best girl. my good girl” your reponses were raspier, heavier, almost scratchy. the wet, poronogrpahic sounds coming from between her legs, and sounded loudly through your phone speaker had your ears ringing, blood rushing to your skull the longer she fucked her fingers into her cunt, wishing and still pleading it was yours. “wish i was home, you have no idea how crazy im going over here, watching you fuck my pussy and i can’t do anything. i’d do anything to be spliting you open on my cock, wrapping my hand around your pretty throat and have you screaming, babygirl. fuck — need you so bad, pretty, please”

“daddy—” abby releases a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding. “can i see you? i know you’re already being so nice to me and giving me what i need, but i-i just—” her body shakes as her frustration grows. with every passing moment, the scratch craving to be itched only affects her deeper than it should. 

but it’s you. abby knows all she has to do is turn into a whimpering whore and you crumble. now more than ever, she’s ready to crank it up a notch for you to give in to her needs. 

“mhm, what is it baby?” fuck, you think to yourself. she’s being a minx and she knows it. yet, you love it too much to stop her. “just tell daddy what you need. maybe i’ll even be nice and give it to you.” 

abby pouted, a cute involuntary pout crept up on her lips that had you wanting to kiss it right off. you did say what she needed, so if she asked nicely, you would give it to her, right? “need to see you—” she’s pausing again, trying to figure out how to not come not so needy and whiny at her request. “i know that you love when i take your clothes off, but m’not there, so can you please, take your clothes off? pretty please?”

licking your lips, wetting them even more, your eyebrow quirked up at her question and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how shyly she asked. “you want me to take my clothes off for you, baby?”

“yes, please”

“you know i will always give you whatever you want, especially when you ask so nicely. my good girl” you praised, loving the way her lips parted, only to suddenly suck at her bottom lip a few seconds at your words. “yeah, can practically feeling your pussy clenching just by me calling you a good girl”

her pupils dilated once you’re climbing off the bed, giggling at your sudden stumble. which you chose gracefully to just ignore. huffing through your nose, you hummed— more or so to yourself as you tried propping your phone up on the nightstand, the phone falling a few times which had you cursing under your breath. “s’not— stupid fucking thing” you scoffed, almost agressively slamming it against the oak. “stop laughing at me”

“m’sorry, baby. you’re just adorable” abby chuckled.

“am i adorable when i’ve got my face between your legs?”

smirking cheekily at your question, abby shrugged, like she was keeping some sort of secret from you. those baby blue eyes quickly following the movement of your arms, licking shamelessly at her lips at how the muscle flexed, and how you slowly, yet teasingly slipped your hands down over your chest. chuckling under your breath when you catch her staring a little too hard. 

“let me see, please”

“s’nice huh?” you hummed, popping one of the buttons open, quirking an eyebrow at the little gasps she was letting out. “pussy’s still greedy, hm?” you’re scoffing, popping open another button. “s’not nice to play with what’s mine and not focus on what’s right in front of you right now, baby”

her baby blue eyes are once again hooded, wide, sparkling as she licks her lips hungrily, watching shamelessly as you unbutton another few buttons. chuckling softly at her eagerness. completely ignoring your teasing words. 

“you look so starved, abs. practically look like you could eat me.” you giggle softly. “maybe you could, too far away though. you’ll just have to settle for the sight of me.” undoing the last button, your toned chest and chiseled torso on full display for her. 

“fuck.” abby whispers underneath her breath. 

“is this what you’ve been craving? a sight of my tits? my stomach? or even a little glimpse of my thighs?” abby huffs, hating how you take control so easily. like breathing, it comes naturally. one and done, the reins are in your grip. even when she reduces you to a moaning mess, you’re still dominating her. countless miles away, still controlling whether she’s gonna cum or not. 

“y-yeah, you look so good” she nods bashfully, wanting to crawl through the screen, wrap her lips around the sensitive buds and have you squirming under her body. using your sensitivity on your nipples to her advantage was something she would always do. “wish i could touch you”

“yeah, baby?” you grinned, throwing your shirt somewhere behind you, easily to be found another day. her blue eyes sparkle, almost dazzling when you run your hand up and down your stomach, stopping a few times to squeeze at your tits. giggling at abby’s sudden whine. watching you like she was hypnotized. “you wanna touch me here?” you moaned softly, pinching your nipple between your fingertips. 

“yes, please” abby whines, drooling like a famished dog, nearly begging for any scraps you’re willing to offer. “i-i, shit, i’m not sure how much more i can take.” 

oh, this is going to be too easy. 

“yeah? not sure how much more, huh?” you laugh at her, furthering her pathetic little pout even more. she’s unattainably gone, pussy begging for a release but the mouth of hers will inevitably be her downfall. you’ve put her in this situation too many times to not know the outcome. the sound of her long fingers pumping her pussy is vacated. 

she’s frustrated, pent up, and fucked out beyond belief. your sweet girl needs more. 

“what are you going to do? stop me? you would have just as much luck as you would if you were in front of me. fucking none, sweetheart.” abby gasps, loudly, as you remove your sweatpants. the only item separating you from their divine cunt? the thin fabric of your boxers has become her sworn enemy. “what do you really need, baby? my fingers in your pretty cunt? to cum? or your mouth on my pussy?” 

your words had her thighs shaking, breath hitching a higher octave as you slowly, annoyingly, peeled your boxers down your strong legs, grinning mischievously at her. “all of it” she pleads, screwing her eyes shut tightly. “daddy please. i’ve been so good, m’your good girl, i need to cum. i can’t take it anymore.” 

you shove your boxers completely off your muscular thighs before they pool at your feet as you step out of them. “is this what you need so badly, babygirl. need to see my pussy, hm?” 

“want your pussy so bad, daddy” she whimpered, nodding quickly, not caring if it seemed pathetic or needy anymore. all she wanted was you, and she was going to have you. one way or another that was. she didn’t care if you were hours apart from her, abby always got her way when it suited her, and right now, she wanted you. abby can barely contain the moan that slips past her plump lips when you’re picking up your phone, stumbling back over to the unmade bed and smirking into the camera. 

“this what you wanted, babygirl?” you laughed at her, making sure the phone was angled perfectly in a way she could see you running your hand up and down your stomach, stopping just as quick to cup one of your tits, pinching and rolling your hard nipple between your fingertips. the moan you let out has abby’s face heating up, flushed crimson red, and hot.

“yeah, you’re just a dirty little slut who loves to watch me get off. s’that what you wanted? watching me getting off so you can finally cum?”

hope you enjoyed it! stayed tuned for part two.

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[plutolovesyou]

SUPERBLOOD WOLFMOON → PROLOGUE

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☆: honestly suuuper proud of how this came out ngl, please enjoy!! art in newspaper graphic drawn by the wonderful, amazing, multi-talented, freakin' incredible @sharkthrob ♡ ◇: sfw, both start out as young teens, ends with time skip to "present day", relatively mild (at least imo...idk) violence/gory descriptions, arachnophobia warning (lol), this is also a play on the "left behind" dlc!! ;) ♧: 2.2k wc

Summer, 2035

“60, 59, 58, 57….” The ambient droning of the abandoned mall’s timeworn neon lighting hung in the air as you stood against the old, mold-scented wall, the wallpaper peeling off in chunks, counting down the seconds as your best friend ran to find a hiding place. You could hear her gleeful giggles and pitter-patter of footfalls echo off the structure’s walls while she frantically searched for an effective crevice to stow herself away in, and break her losing streak once and for all.

Unbeknownst to you, Ellie had reached the complete opposite end of the building in no time at all, stumbling upon a crater in the floor, which opened up to the basement. “Fuck’s this?” She mumbles to herself, peering inside the inky darkness of the unexplored space, her sense of danger being overshadowed by the increasing curiosity, and your progressing countdown.

She idles for a moment debating whether to go inside because if she did, she’d definitely win, but there was also the possibility of getting hurt. She chooses to believe the former regardless. Glancing back in your direction one last time to make sure you weren't cheating and spying through your fingers, she hoists herself down, grunting as she falls harshly onto the damaged linoleum tiles.

Ellie winces as she gathers herself to stand, and takes in her surroundings. A long, eerie, brick-lined corridor extends further than she can see. If she is already here, might as well check it out, she reasons.

Stale air fills her lungs almost painfully, the heavy odor of mildew making her eyes water. Through the crack above she hears you finish the countdown and yell out, “I’m gonna get you!” She coughs, collects herself and begins running into the darkness, there was no way you’d find her down here.

“Shit, shit, shit gotta hide- what the…” She reaches the end of the unfamiliar hallway, ending up in a spacious but empty room, the walls covered in some sort of graffiti. She rubs at her eyes to clear them of any debris particles floating around, and so she could fully observe her surroundings once her eyes adjusted to the absence of light.

An abnormally large rat scurries over her feet, squeaking, making her jump and withhold a startled yelp. That was close, she almost gave away her location. Continuing to walk around the space, she observes the graffiti covering the brittle, withered walls. Splashes of vibrant color in an array of abstract forms stretching on, symbols and sigils of all kinds painted within. Jagged, angular glyphs, containing profanities scrawled in deranged strokes, vulgar phallic scribblings earning an immature chuckle from the girl as she continues to inspect the space, seemingly forgetting about the game of hide and seek entirely.

She’s left breathless when she reaches a peculiar piece of graffiti separate from the bulk of the rest, staring at it with wonder. Extraordinary, brilliant hues of color were painted on a mural spanning the whole side wall of the room, with what looked like a gargantuan spider painted in the center of it all. The illustration of the web seemed to sparkle, stand out and contrast the intimidating blackness of the room, the arachnid’s limbs painted with such precision where she couldn't spot a single mistake, as if it was created with machinery or similar.

Out of the corner of her eye she spots some movement, and from the shadows emerges an iridescent spider—the exact one painted—and it crawls along the mural until it stops right in front of her at eye level. She watches as its countless peepers bore into hers, utterly transfixed, unable to look away. Its body shines, reminding her of a scarab beetle. She wonders what kind it is, it’s completely unrecognizable and foreign to her, however big of an interest in bugs she has.

A sickly dread builds in the pit of her stomach, it’s only now dawned on her just how bad of an idea this was. She silently hopes you can hear her telepathic pleas, pick up on the panicked mantras she’s whispering under her breath and come save her from the mutant creature.

Budding panic rises in her chest, paralyzing her with fear, and she can't do anything apart from watch the eight-legged beast suddenly quadruple in size with a sharp crunch of its exoskeleton snapping, thin, twiggy legs turning muscular and strong, dagger-sharp spines ripping their way through the armor-like exterior, jutting out towards every direction. It has changed form entirely, resembling something that only exists in the confines of a comic book or science fiction film.

Ellie sucks in a harsh, shaky breath through her teeth and braces herself to quickly plan an exit, but before she has the chance to begin running, the arachnid’s jaws burst open, the sharp teeth gleaming as if they were made of a metal alloy. She didn't know spiders had teeth, or made any sounds, but she swore she heard it snarl, right before it leapt forward onto her with a speed faster than sound, tackling her onto the ground.

Adrenaline courses through her veins as she wrangles the spider, shrieking as it scratches and pierces her flesh wherever it can reach. It's feral, unlike anything she's ever seen or read about, its movements inharmonious, yet simultaneously neat and calculated. She’s miraculously dodging every strike, although growing weary rather quickly.

Finally, her instincts to fight kick in, and she frantically scans the room for a makeshift weapon. She’s holding the arachnid away from her, the sharp clashing of its jaws around the air echoing off the walls. Ellie squints, and in the dark she makes out some rusted pipes sticking out of the corner of the wall, and in a burst of strength shoves the creature off of her, bolting to grab the metal. It flies and crashes against the wall with a shrill squeal, its hideous form squirming to recover from the blow.

“Goddamnit, stupid SHIT."  She huffs breathlessly as she wrestles the metal, tugging with every morsel of her might to get it detach before the spider lunges again. The way she pushed it away left it stunned and bought her a mere smidgen of time to act, which she utilizes to strike the paralyzed creature. She hits it once, twice, and a third time, the lethal blow crushing it with a jarring smash.

The oversized spider’s limbs briefly twitch before stilling—oily, dark, navy blue blood pooling underneath its corpse. Ellie stands over it unsteadily, trying to catch her breath and process the fight she endured. All that against a spider. Where did that thing even come from? She didn't even wish to know at this point, and was just grateful she was alright.

She sways, before remembering why she ventured here in the first place—the game of hide and seek. You were still searching for her all around the upper floors of the mall, blissfully unaware of the chaos that just occurred below your feet. “Better get out of here.” Ellie mumbles into the dusty air, taking one last look at the ornamented walls of the room, and begins walking back to the main area where you were, emerging victorious in the game being the very last thing on her mind after all that. Even though she still achieved her goal.

With some difficulty she lifts herself out of the basement space into the main foyer of the mall, feeling fatigued, so she resorts to resting on the cool tiles momentarily to recuperate. 

Meanwhile, you were growing concerned about where she was, having searched every single nook and cranny you knew of to check, with no luck whatsoever. Having a bad feeling that something had happened to her, you return to the main area where the two of you agreed to meet at the end of the game if no one won, and were bewildered to find her laying on the ground.

“Ellie, where the hell were you?” You sprint to her side, almost tripping over a stray glass shard on the floor, and fall to your knees right next to her. She’s laying on her back, with a vague smile on her face. She opens her eyes and grins at you, chuckling at the fact she got her victory after all. “Heheh, you lost.”

You’re filled with relief that she’s fine, but beyond pissed at her for worrying you so much. Sighing, you stand up and nudge her side with your shoe, sputtering, “You idiot, I thought you died or something, what were you thinking?” Her expression falls the moment she sees how upset you got, so she sits up and points to the crack in the ground, trying to explain the situation.

“I was just in there, thought I'd go in there and see what's up, since we haven't been there before, but there’s nothing interesting, just an empty storage room. I promise.” She chews on her bottom lip, feeling rather guilty she’s decided to lie straight to your face like that, but wanted to minimize your worry as much as she could. She knows you’d freak if you heard what actually happened down there, and she wanted to just forget it.

Ellie sticks out her arm for you to pull her to her feet, only now taking notice of how many nicks, cuts and scratches she acquired in the ordeal, with some bizarre puncture wounds at the center of her forearm. Did it bite her? During the fight her focus wasn't anywhere apart from the creature attacking her, so she didn't feel it happen.

You notice her injuries at the same second she does, and open your mouth to say something about it, to lecture her for being reckless, but she beats you to it by stammering out a rapid clarification. “I’m fine, getting down there was a pain in the ass. The way in and out was a little sharp, that's all. We’ll just clean these, n’ I'll put some band-aids on, y’know.”

She avoids your suspicious glare and dusts herself off. “Let’s go back, I’m tired. Gotta enjoy my win. You gonna buy me some ice cream or somethin’? Think I deserve it. I'll even be generous enough to give you a bite!” She flashes you the signature toothy grin you’ve always loved so much, distracting from any residual suspicions you have about what she was up to. And so the two of you skipped out of the abandoned mall, never to return again.

Soon after your last time there, the mall was quickly scheduled for demolition due to “unpredictable and dangerous conditions.” You never ended up asking her if she ran into some trouble while hiding in the unexplored basement area, even though it remained a question in the back of your mind that surfaced whenever you caught a glimpse of the strange scar left on her forearm. Four round welts, perfect raised circles, placed as pairs opposite each other. One day you’d make her talk, but for now all you could do was be thankful that she was still with you, whatever may have happened during that game.

Winter, 2041

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[wh0re4elliewilliams]

basketballplayer!ellie x you

🗣️🗣️I AINT NEVER REP A SET, BABY, I AINT DO NO WRONG. I COULD CLEAN UP GOOD FOR YOU, OH, I KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG🗣️🗣️

[ricomola]

Inkarmat being a big sis even in modern AU.

A fun aspect of that AU could be that intuitive/sharp characters like Inkarmat or Tsurumi being able to remember their past lives from a young age while others like Koito only start with a hunch/feeling. So little Koito simply likes Inkarmat, dislikes Ogata, trusts Tsukishima, and so.

[dragonroilz]

meet the demowoman! out of all of my female mercs, she is the one who is the most like her male counterpart. the two of them even have the same... ocular difficulties. although hers is on the opposite eye.

interestingly enough, her cheerful, loud, drunk nature is actually a ruse. the demowoman is a spy for the scottish government. after they covered up demoman's slip up with the location of the loch ness monster, the scottish government wanted her to keep an eye on him to make sure that he doesnt mess up again.

however, a wrench was quickly thrown into the demowoman's plans when she met the team's actual spy for the first time. she quickly realised that the spy was actually her adopted child from many decades ago. but like all of the other families that the spy had been in, she had run away from the demowoman as well. all of these years later, the two were reunited with the spy not recognizing her. how could she after "losing an eye", a new haircut, and different personality?

demowoman therefore has a decision to make. rat out the other demoman and destroy the team's composition while possibly revealing her identity to spy, which is something she doesnt want to do. or, she can remain quiet and spend more time with her adoptive daughter, even if its under disguise.

[bodythieves]

horny cowboy content warning - mdni

(grinding and such, it’s kinda long too)

this is just downright pathetic.

How were you supposed to be anything but pathetic, though? With Arthur Morgan sitting before you, a delicious heat from the fire that licks your back in waves, and a knot in your belly that just wouldn’t come undone? To add to that, Arthur’s hands are all over you. Calloused, thick fingers, moving along your sides and your ribs. The man’s hands continue due north, pushing between the soft fabric of your shirt and your sun-beaten, tired skin. He pushes your button up away, and it falls to the dirt, and you don’t give one damn.

You never have, you never would, and you never could.

The cicadas sing loudly throughout the New Austin night. Arthur would complain, he always complained, big old baby. But you, you liked it. If it were up to you, you’d sit and listen to the cicadas and crickets and katydids sing and gladly take up a dime an hour doin’ it.

Apart from the critters of the night, there was a sweet, misconstrued mess of mumbling breaths between your lips and Arthur’s. A gentle clang and clack of spurs, belt buckles scraping against one another as you slid your way up from your kneeling position in the dirt. You were slotted between his legs, hands braced on either side of him. Palms pushed so deep into the dead wood of an abandoned wagon’s step, you could’ve sworn your flesh had been worn raw.

You had been begging him. On your knees, jeans pressed forcibly into the dry dirt beneath them, whimpering like a lost dog. Only time you rarely found yourself on your knees, was when you were praying to a god you didn’t quite believe in, about things you were in quite desperate need of.

“I can’t take it no more,” you shuddered out, your voice sounding so fraught and pitiful, you could hardly even recognize it yourself. You rolled yourself forward again, that wicked scrape of belt buckles making your skin’s hair stand at attention.

Arthur didn’t seem to register what you said. That, or he was down right ignoring you- probably both. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was both. However, his hands did drop from your rib cage, and went to grab your rear, his fingers now splayed in the pockets of denim there. You could hear him let out a gruff groan, his head ducking low and against your shoulder as he pulled you up into his lap.

Instinctively, your knees spread, and made themselves right at home beside Arthur’s hips, the crotch of your jeans now snugly pressed against the engraved metal that fastened Arthur’s leather belt taut against his waist. Settling into the position was easy, this dance now familiar between you and Arthur, like you didn’t even need a beat behind you to fall in to the rhythm. Arthur was quick to press his hips against yours, the wagon’s step shifting beneath the two of you.

“Hell’s bells, you smell damn good,” he grumbled lowly, damn near inaudibly, that thick tone rumbling through your shoulder and collar like a thunderclap.

“Vanilla,” you mumble in response, taking in a deep breath as you turned your head down and to the left, nose deep into Arthur’s hair. He’d been letting it grow out. You didn’t mind it. Made it easier to tug on. “Off the trees.. gotta do what you can with what.. what ya-”

Whew. God damn. Spit it out already.

It didn’t matter. Arthur wouldn’t let you finish your sentence, he didn’t wanna talk. Not right now, damn it. Talking would surely serve to irritate him, and you weren’t really in the position to be using words. You could barely even form a coherent thought; just sitting there, miserably grinding your apex against his belt, huffing and puffing, your jeans feeling as if they would snap from how tight and stiff your stomach felt.

It was almost like you had blacked out for a second, your thoughts swimming around in a wild current and then finally coming to as Arthur pulls your head down for a kiss, one hand moving from your rear to wrap around your waist and hold you down against his groin. The man huffed lowly, kissing you with brandy-wine and tobacco still on his tongue, his arm clutching your bare torso tight, his hips lazily moving upwards in a search for you. You, loving the friction that that damn belt brought, pushed your rear down and grabbed on to his shoulders for a moment.

“Christ,” you breathe out, your stomach now as hot as the flames that warmed your back. Your movements became more and more anguished, your hands moving to find Arthur’s shoulders. Bitten and jagged nails dug into the man’s shoulders, your sighs filling his ears. You didn’t even need anything more than this, and evidently, neither did Arthur.

“Ain’t present,” The cowboy caviled, pulling away so he could let his head fall back. His arm was still locked around you, holding you in position. He, on the other hand, shifted and spread his legs. Arthur’s trousers were growing exponentially tighter and more uncomfortable, his own breathing now rasped and shaking.

Still grinding your hips, pushing yourself against his bulge and buckle, you watched him like he was the pure picture of desire. Light hair tossed back and disheveled, stuck to the sides of his head from his sweat. You always liked how New Austin treated him. His thick brows pushed upward and he gritted his teeth, jutted out his lip, his stubble making the expression all the more attractive. Opening his blues to catch your eyes and let out a throaty groan, you felt yourself start to come undone, the mixture of eye contact and bare chests against one another making you feel absolutely drunk with lust.

Then, the grinding. You hissed and jerked in his arm, which only rewarded you with a closer tug to his body. Arthur continued to buck beneath you, but no longer lazily. Rather, with conviction and confidence, like he wanted you to get off like this. Bare chest, jeans clad tight, spurs clanging, and in his lap.

Like he wanted to get off like that, too.

notes: I DID IT. IM ABOUT TO PASS OUT BUT I DID IT. no proofreading no plot just this. enjoy goodnifht.

[blondehya]

the way abby is canonically a 🤓☝🏻

credits: ackvvrman on tiktok

[astralnymphh]

thank u for writing ellie with body hair RAAHHH

✮── OF COURSE!!! it's just one of those things that ellie would very much have in and out of the apocalypse— and don't get me started on ellie's appreciation for body hair on her partners. to her, the louvre holds no candle to it. so into you wearing tanks around the house if you've got bushes below the pit. she just avows that you're 10x softer with hair, ascribed to her umpteen of nights of limb-tango where her calves are rubbing with yours. even bushy brows, she's like MHM MHM! ugh, and if you have an eye for those with unruly growth, she'll tug her waistband extra low to allow the peak/happy trail of her rusty red bush to grace your glances, dimpled chesire smile crossing her lips whenever you do catch, and stare. "what's up, babe?" could literally be reading a comic in bed and boom she got bush out 😂🔥but thats because i believe ellie has an ummph to impress her lover constantly on the clock. ♥