#tadaa!

[butchsucker]

MOTHER'S DAY (or ellie weasels her way back into her exes bed by wishing her a happy mother's day.)

pairing: ellie williams/abby anderson

contents: sub top!abby, dom bottom!ellie, mommy kink, pussy eating, strap sucking, strap-on use, begging, lots of dirty talk, breeding kink, exes!ellabs, getting back together.

word count: 2,113

Ellie shoves her feet into her sneakers, damn near eating shit as she stumbles out the front door. Her heart's still thudding in her chest like it hasn’t quite caught up to the fact that this is happening. She didn’t think it would work. She’s halfway to Abby’s before she even fully believes it’s real.

She barely knocks twice before the door swings open, and then Abby’s on her like gravity, pulling her inside by the collar and kissing her like she’s starved for it. Ellie slams the door shut behind her with a booted foot.

“We have to hurry,” Abby says between kisses that are all teeth and breath and tangled heat. “I told my friends I’d meet them in twenty. If I bail, they’re gonna know I’m with you.”

"Twenty minutes?" Ellie laughs into her mouth, hands already in Abby’s hair, greedy and familiar. “What, ashamed of me now?”

She tugs gently at the soft waves Abby left loose tonight, already picturing them tangled in her fingers.

“We’re supposed to be broken up,” Abby hisses, and whines when Ellie grabs a handful of her ass and squeezes. “They’re sick of hearing about how I keep taking you back.”

“Well maybe,” Ellie murmurs, dragging her mouth down the line of Abby’s throat, licking over the fluttering pulse there, “you should stop breaking up with me every five minutes.”

Abby gasps, biting down on her lip to stay quiet, even as they fumble their way down the narrow hall, practically walking each other backward toward the bedroom. “Maybe you should stop giving me reasons to,” she fires back, though her voice cracks somewhere in the middle.

Neither of them’s letting go, not even for balance, so the whole thing is a stumbling, breathless dance of stubborn affection and even more stubborn want.

The second Abby wrestles the bedroom door open, Ellie’s stripping her shirt off like it’s personally offended her. “Take your fucking pants off,” she growls, already backing away just enough to drag her own clothes off like they’re on fire.

Abby fumbles with her belt like her hands forgot how to work, but eventually manages to free herself, sitting on the edge of the bed to kick them the rest of the way off. She doesn’t even get the chance to breathe before Ellie is on her again—climbing into her lap, licking into her mouth, touching her like she’s trying to memorize her all over again.

Ellie’s hands roam—hot and purposeful, never hesitating. Down Abby’s ribs, over the rigid muscles of her belly, then lower, greedy for skin. Abby’s still panting, trying to get a word in edgewise, but every time she opens her mouth Ellie kisses her again, like she needs to in order to stay upright.

Their kiss breaks just long enough for Ellie to look at her, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers, voice ragged with something more than lust. “I’m gonna make it worth your while.”

"God, please do," Abby whispers, threading her fingers gently through Ellie’s hair, like she’s trying to relearn the texture of it. Her lips trail a path down Ellie’s neck, slow and reverent. "I missed you too, baby. Missed you so much it hurt."

Ellie huffs a teasing breath, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Aw, you gonna be good and fuck me?" she murmurs, voice sweet and low. "I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, Abs. Couldn’t stop needing you."

A soft, breathy laugh escapes Abby, laced with awe. "Yeah," she says, like a promise. "Yeah, I wanna make you feel good. Let me take care of you, baby. Please."

Ellie cups Abby’s face with both hands, tender and deliberate, like she’s holding something precious that might disappear. Her thumb brushes Abby’s cheekbone, and the look in Abby’s eyes—open, raw, almost desperate—makes her chest ache.

"Of course I’ll let you," Ellie whispers, her voice gone quiet with emotion. She swings her leg off Abby’s lap and stands with a certain grace, every movement unhurried and sure.

She turns to the side table and opens the top drawer. Her fingers find what she’s looking for easily—the worn harness, soft from use, and the translucent strap-on. Long, thick, familiar. She holds it in her hand for a beat, smiling, warm and wicked all at once.

"You kept it," she says softly, not quite surprised, but deeply satisfied. "Stand up for me?"

Abby rises without a word, transfixed. She watches as Ellie sinks to her knees in front of her, slipping into that familiar role with effortless control. Her hands are practiced and confident as she secures the harness around Abby’s hips, adjusting the straps with quiet focus. It’s intimate, almost reverent, like a ritual.

Once it’s fastened, Ellie leans in and presses a kiss to the tip—slow, deliberate. She pulls back just enough to meet Abby’s gaze, watching the way her chest rises sharply, the way her breath stutters.

"You like my mouth on you?" Ellie asks, her voice velvet-soft, curling with mischief.

Abby swallows hard, eyes dark. "You know I do," she says, helpless, reverent, like a confession.

Ellie doesn't break eye contact.

Her tongue flicks out, teasing the head, slow and deliberate. She drags it along the underside, lips parted, breath warm. Abby’s hands twitch uselessly at her sides like she doesn’t know where to put them, like every nerve in her body’s been pulled to the surface.

“Fuck,” Abby breathes, eyes locked on Ellie like she might disappear if she looks away.

Ellie smiles around the silicone, smug and soft all at once, then takes more of it into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow slightly as she sucks, slow and purposeful. Her hands come up to rest on Abby’s thighs, grounding them both.

Even though Abby can’t feel it the way she’d feel skin-on-skin, it doesn’t matter. Her body reacts anyway—hips giving a small, involuntary jerk, breath catching in her throat. The sight of Ellie on her knees, giving that kind of attention, that kind of devotion, it enthralls her.

“You’re killing me,” Abby says, voice rough.

Ellie pops off the tip with a soft slick, her lips glistening. “Good,” she whispers, and kisses it again, slow and sweet. “You deserve it.”

She sinks down once more, deeper this time, mouth working with that same quiet confidence. It’s not just about the act—it’s about the look in her eyes, the weight behind it. Like she’s claiming Abby piece by piece, rebuilding something sacred between them with every glide of her tongue, every press of her lips.

“Look at you,” Abby murmurs, dazed. “So fucking pretty like this. You're so good to me.”

Ellie hums around the strap, and the sound is like music to Abby's ears. She pulls off with a final kiss to the base, eyes warm and glittering, mouth slick. She rests her cheek lightly against Abby’s lower belly, looking up with a grin.

Ellie rises to her feet slowly, her eyes raking over Abby like she’s sizing up something she already owns. She leans in, brushing her lips against Abby’s jaw, then her ear.

“Get on the bed,” she murmurs, voice low and firm. “Now.”

Abby obeys without hesitation, climbing onto the mattress with the quiet reverence of someone stepping into a church. She kneels there, waiting, not even bothering to hide how wrecked she already looks.

Ellie follows, stripping off her underwear in one smooth motion before lying back against the pillows, legs spread just enough to be an invitation. She crooks a finger at Abby.

“Come here.”

Abby moves between her legs like she’s being pulled by a tether. Her hands settle on Ellie’s thighs, unsure, waiting for permission.

“Don’t be gentle,” Ellie says, voice firm, gaze unwavering. “I don’t want soft. I want you. All of you. I can take it.”

Abby groans, her head dipping low like the words physically hit her. “Fuck, El…”

“You’re not gonna break me,” Ellie adds, cupping the back of Abby’s neck and pulling her close. “I want to feel you tomorrow. I want your hands on my hips so hard I bruise. Can you do that for me?”

Abby nods shakily. “Yeah. Yes. Fuck, baby—yes.”

“Then do it.”

Abby pushes in slow, trying to savor it, but Ellie grabs her hips and drags her deeper with a gasp, head thrown back against the pillow. Her nails dig into Abby’s skin, urging her forward, demanding more.

“That’s it,” Ellie gasps. “Just like that. Fuck—feels so good, Mommy. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Abby sets a rhythm, hips snapping forward with more force now, spurred on by Ellie’s breathy praise. Every time Ellie moans her name, Abby thrusts harder. The bed creaks beneath them, the sound of skin on skin mixing with soft curses and desperate gasps.

“You’re making me feel so full,” Ellie whines, voice pitching high, hand fisting the sheets beside her head. “So fucking deep, oh my god.”

Abby groans into her neck. “Wanna keep you like this. Stuffed full. All the fucking time.”

Ellie shudders violently, a broken moan ripping from her throat. “Yeah? That what you want?”

“Wanna get you pregnant,” Abby growls, fucking into her harder now, like the thought’s consumed her. “Wanna put a baby in you, make you mine. Let everyone see what I did to you.”

That undoes Ellie.

She wraps her legs around Abby’s waist and yanks her in, taking everything, giving back just as hard. “Fucking do it, then,” she cries. “Fuck a baby into me. Ruin me for anyone else.”

Abby is gone now—eyes wild, hair damp and falling in her face, hands gripping Ellie like she’s afraid to let go. “You feel so good,” she pants. “So good, baby, so fucking tight around me. Taking me so well. My perfect girl.”

Ellie is incoherent now, nothing but ragged cries and whimpering praise: “Yes, yes, more, don’t stop, Mommy, please—”

She’s shaking, gasping, body bowing up as her orgasm tears through her. Abby doesn’t stop—she can’t—not until she’s fucked her through it, until Ellie’s gone limp and breathless beneath her, grinning up like the devil, flushed and shining with sweat.

They lie tangled together in the aftermath, sweat-slick and breathless, Ellie’s cheek pressed against Abby’s chest, listening to the frantic pound of her heart slow into something steadier. Abby’s fingers draw lazy circles over Ellie’s back, like she never wants to stop touching her.

After a long, humming silence, Ellie lifts her head and peers up, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Did you come?”

Abby shakes her head with a quiet laugh, eyes soft. “No,” she admits. “But I didn’t need to. That was—god, El. That was more than enough.”

But Ellie’s already sitting up, fingers moving to the buckles at Abby’s hips. “Well that won't do,” she says, tone matter-of-fact but laced with something warm and possessive. “I've gotta make sure I take care of Mommy, right?”

“Ellie—” Abby starts, but the words catch in her throat when Ellie leans in and kisses her belly, just above the harness, then starts unfastening the straps with slow, practiced ease.

“I’m not asking,” Ellie murmurs, eyes dark and steady. “Lie back.”

The harness clatters to the floor, forgotten, and Ellie trails kisses down Abby’s torso like she’s following a constellation mapped out just for her. She nestles between Abby’s thighs and spreads them gently, reverently, like this is where she was always meant to be.

Then she takes her time.

Her mouth moves slow, sure, lips and tongue working with the kind of focus that says this isn’t about just getting it done. Abby tries to hold back at first, her thighs twitching, breath hitching, but Ellie just hums against her, one hand firm on her hip to keep her steady.

“You’re so good for me,” Ellie whispers between kisses. “So fucking sweet. You let me take everything I needed and now I’m giving it back.”

Abby moans, hands threading into Ellie’s hair, head thrown back against the pillow. “Baby, m'close.”

“Yes,” Ellie murmurs, dragging her tongue slow and deep. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”

It doesn’t take long.

Abby shudders, legs clamping around Ellie’s shoulders as the pleasure crests and breaks over her. She cries out, sharp and broken, hips stuttering, one hand fisting the sheets, the other clinging to Ellie like she’s the only real thing in the world.

Ellie doesn’t stop until Abby's trembling and gasping, spent and boneless. Then she crawls up her body and kisses her—soft, lingering, full of everything that doesn’t need to be said.

Abby laughs weakly against her mouth. “I'm totally gonna have to cancel, aren't I?”

Ellie smiles, smug and radiant. “Absolutely."

[mossspond]

Hi, hope you’re doing well. I had a question about how you had all of your art contained in one link in your pinned? Lol I realize that I reblog a loooot more than I do post my art and doodles and there’s no media tab?

Your art is incredible by the way! Been a huge fan for a long while!

It's real easy! Every tag has it's own page on your blog. You find the link by just clicking on the tag from a post on your blog, or use this formula:

blog-name.tumblr.com/tagged/your-tag

[sesshy380]

Needed to become a bit more anti-murderous from where I was a bit ago. Decided to play around with the tablet setting on my notebook (which I haven't done in a while). I would say it was a success.

[lunarlivs]

me <3 this werewolf

remus as pics from pinterest that reminded me of him

[truth-01001001-liar]

umm uhhh…guar?

[syrupyuu]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓(see first post!)

‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎[𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 — 𝐋𝐕𝐋.𝟑 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃]

— .𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘:

PROJECT: APEX | SUBJECT DOSSIER SUBJECT ID: K-154 CLASSIFICATION: Tier-2 Bioweapon Asset | Human Variant STATUS: Active CONTAINMENT UNIT: Sector 7C, Observation Room Theta-4 RESEARCHER ASSIGNED: ███████ (Lead Analyst – Cognitive Behavioral Branch)

— .𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

AGE(apparent): Approx. 28 years SEX: Male HEIGHT: 6'10" (209 cm) WEIGHT: ~270–275 lbs (122–125 kg) EYE COLOR: Dark blue (residual pigmentation from pre-conversion state; mild iridescence under low light) HAIR COLOR: Ash grey (premature greying due to cumulative physiological stress and modification overload) SKIN TONE: Pale; residual discoloration on upper spine region. Cosmetic treatment protocols applied to suppress visible mutation traits

— .𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (redacted for security)

FORMER IDENTITY: [REDACTED] MILITARY RANK: Specialist (Spec-Ops Tier Designate) CAPTURE/CONVERSION DATE: ██/██/2XXX

—Additional notes: Subject was selected from Project VALKYRIE's top operatives due to genetic compatibility and resilience profile. Underwent Phase I–IV of the APEX Program. Current version denotes highest stability score recorded.

«» .𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐁����𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒*

"Subject previously demonstrated uncontrollable aggression toward early-cycle personnel, resulting in multiple fatalities prior to reassignment (see Incident 154-B7). Current compliant behavior is anomalously limited to presence of Lead Researcher, indicating a severe and possibly compensatory imprint. Loss of this bond may result in reversion—or worse. Proceed with caution."

— Observation Log #154-19A, compiled by Dr. H

"Despite apparent docility in preferred presence, underlying instability is evident. Risk of fixation breaching containment protocol is increasing. Recommend reevaluation of dependency thresholds and introduction of psychological dampening measures; caution implemented. Removal or reassignment of Lead Researcher may trigger extreme behavioral escalation."

— Behavioral Audit Report #154-21C, submitted by Supervision Unit Kappa-3

+bonus!

[harritudur]

"I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things…"

(lotr quote + romance dawn trio, yes i like to make myself cry ❤️‍🩹)

[absurdumsid]

spot the difference

badsansuary day 1 !! but im a day late. whoops. decided to indulge myself and do bs dust because hes silly

[sparklingchim]

Can we get a very short drabble (the way you answer asks, that's perfect too) on jk and Nabi being obsessed with oc's mommy milkers

You feel the tiny dig of a finger at your chest before a small hand tries to tug the front of your top down.

"Nabi, baby," you scold, making her let go of the lacy material. "I thought I told you many times already."

Nabi pouts at you, sad and grumpy. But she's also extremely mischievous — perhaps because you love to spoil her, which may have led to some bratty tendencies. But how could you not? She's so tiny and cute and has the same doe eyes as Jungkook. That's reason enough — so she moves her hand back to your chest.

"Don't try to take my top off." You raise your brows. "We've talked about this so many times, missy."

You gently remove her hand from your chest again, adjusting her little body on your hip as you continue stirring the food on the stove.

"Talked about what?"

Both you and Nabi turn to Jungkook’s voice.

"Jungkook," you beam. Your legs move on their own toward him. Nabi utters happy little sounds.

He gives you both a forehead kiss, taking Nabi from your arms when she impatiently wriggles to get his attention and be held by him.

"What was she up to again?" he asks, his sparkly eyes focused on Nabi, who is currently giving him her brightest smile. Jungkook tickles her tummy, and she squeals.

You get back to stirring the pot. "Just, you know, she's been obsessed with taking this off again." You point to the lacy camisole you're wearing.

He chuckles deeply. "I'm obsessed with them too. She takes after me." You roll your eyes at his silliness.

Jungkook pecks your neck. One hand grabs your waist. He sneakily brushes his fingers up your sides, gently tracing over your ribcage until his hand squeezes the supple flesh of your chest.

You draw a sharp breath. "You're too much, Jungkook," you tease, your cheeks turning hot as you gently push him away.

Jungkook grins. He can't keep his hand to himself. They naturally land on your waist again.

"Just missed you." He kisses Nabis head. "You too." He watches you cook, fingers somehow managing to slip underneath your top and draw little circles on your skin. "The kids at boxing class have missed you too. They asked why my pretty assistant wasn't here today."

You giggle. "They really said that?"

When you visited Jungkook at work the other day, he was giving a class for the children, and he decided to put you in boxing gloves and called you his assistant for today's class.

"Yeah, and I told him to knock it off because you're my girlfriend. And then they all giggled and said that was really obvious because I kept smiling when you were around," Jungkook says. "And because Jia saw us kissing."

"Jungkook, why are you picking up fights with 8-year-olds?" You laugh, shaking your head, incredulous at his antics. "You're unbelievable. But I'd love to visit again if you'd want me to."

"I'd love that." He plants a kiss on your temple. "I love having you around me."

[twilightzoneletters]

[8:16 am]

you groan out and rub your temples, the headache not subsiding. just a little bit longer.

at least that is what you would tell yourself. in reality the paper you had been working on all night, was really only maybe halfway done, research had taken you much longer than anticipated. hunched over your desk you sigh in frustration.

you regrettably check the clock to see that it was now eight in the morning. you really wanted to finish this paper, since you hated this class and wanted to get most of what needed to be done out of the way so you didn't have to worry about it later.

but right now, you were so tired and couldn't help but to hold your head in your hands. your mind has started to feel fuzzy and you couldn't even concentrate.

when yeosang entered your bedroom, his heart dropped at the sight of you. you didn't even hear him before you felt his hand on your back, making you jump slightly and look at him.

he didn't even have to ask you if you had slept or not, as it was evident from the dark circles under your eyes.

"angel..."

he looks at you and your heart breaks into a million pieces at the look on his face, he looks like he might cry at the sight of you and you feel guilty.

"yeo- i just wanted to finish this-"

before you know it yeosang is pulling up away from your desk and into his arms. you don't resist him, nor do you when he closes your laptop.

"you can finish it later, i'll personally ask your teacher to extend the deadline if that's what it takes but right now you need to rest."

and before you know it he's dragged you into your own bed, his arms wrapped around you, blankets covering the both of you. he pets the top of your head and you melt into him, eyes immediately fluttering shut.

"i love you yeo"

"i love you too, angel"

you just about would consider that the best sleep you have had in your entire life.

[kindleart]

Steel Alphabet from mistborn stamps

[habakos]

Happy New Year!!

[tomlinsun]

pink haired boys 🩷🎀🌸

[guggi04]

Gonna make a BoKris meme. Here goes.

This is BoKris.

[truth-01001001-liar]

Tholer Saryoni :)))

[goldenguillotines]

Will be deleting all of their og posts buuuuutttt - Tadaaa Fjurai family, all freshened up ^w^