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My pretty girl- b.ramsey x co-star gf!reader
summary: Bella deciding to be a tad bit petty to an interviewer who was being to flirtatious for comfort.
a/n: this is so short I’m sorry, hope you like it though:)) also I don’t think Bella would be the type to act like this, I’d just thought this would be cute:)) also I feel like I have no writing skills whatsoever…
warnings: fluff(?), tinge of jealousy, poor grammar most likely
stepping out of the limo, you smile seeing the flashing lights and hearing the people shout your name. the paparazzi compete for you attention with various iterations of, “Y/N OVER HERE!” and“Y/N LOOK THIS WAY!”.
you try your best, smiling and waving in different directions. your team leads you down the carpet directing you to your first interview.
“hi! y/n how are you?” the interviewer smiles brightly.
“i’m wonderful! how about you?” you ask.
“i’m amazing, i’m actually ecstatic to me your first interview of the night.”
“awe that’s so sweet you’re too kind.” you giggle.
“so first question i guess, you play y/c/n in the last of us, and she’s tagging along with joel and ellie, how do you feel about her relationships with the duo?” she questions you holding eye contact the whole time.
“wow! okay, great question, I love that actually. I want to try and answer this without spoiling it for those who haven’t…well played the game yet.”
“oh of course, of course.” the interviewer nods her head.
“um… I guess knowing what happens between them and..” you pause trying to find the right words, “I don’t know, these characters are so great and so well written. The relationships of friends and almost family are so strong and beautiful and so very important to this story.”
“wow so adorable”, the interviewer responds. she ask a few more questions, some about the show and some about what you’re wearing. she’s very flirty with most of the questions but you brush it off, because most of them are that way.
what you didn’t see is your partner bella watching from across the way. they watched intently as the interviewer flirted with you. they could also see you not playing into any of it. they weren’t worried that you would because they know how loyal you were. but, they were jealous nonetheless because everyone knew you two were together, you had been public about it since filming wrapped. how could people be so dumb.
“well y/n it was a amazing to meet you in the flesh. i hope we meet again. and i’ve been just meaning to say you’re so very pretty.”
bella heard the last part on their way over to you. they walked up behind you wrapping their arms tightly around your waist. you shriek not know who it was but you feel a kiss in your bare shoulder reassuring you to who the person behind you was. you giggled loudly, leaning back into bella.
“there’s my pretty girl.” they sayputting heavy emphasis on ‘my’. they come to your side grabbing you hand and starts dragging you playfully away.
“oh well bye, guess that my que to go” you laugh loudly, blushing at the camera.
you and bella finish the carpet together, their hand on you the entire time, whether it be holding your hand or resting around your waist.
you were slightly confused, sure they were super touchy, but they were more like that in private. the two of you enter the building with guides escorting you to your seats.
as you walk you mention bella’s behavior “so what’s up with you handsy?” you ask playfully.
“nothing just holding onto what’s mine that’s all. felt like the people needed a reminder.” they say smuggly.
“oh?” you raise your eyebrows grinning widely.
“yeah, especially that interviewer. the one with the eyes.”
“the eyes?” you banter.
“i saw the way she was looking at you. she had wandering eyes, she needs to learn to keep them to herself.” she says pulling out your chair for you.
“oh yeah? you jealous or something?” you say playfully.
“Oh please.” they roll their eyes and kiss you on the cheek as you sit down.
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ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ — 𝐂𝐀𝐓? (ft. Ellie Williams)
warnings: none, just ellie being ellie.
summary: just ellie and her love for cats.
author's note: GASP a text fic again?! after a long time of not making one?! but yes, i have finally come around and posted a text fic again. i have a request about another text fic; however, i haven't gotten to do that yet 🤕 i hope this will do for now! i love you all!
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hellooo!! i'm not sure if ur taking requests for fluff fics, but i had this idea of dom!ellie and switch!reader where ellie is normally the one to cuddle and hold r cause she doesn't feel like she deserves to be held, so one night reader asks her "els, can i cuddle you?" and ellie gets all shy and flustered and doesn't really know how to react because how could someone love her in that way?? how could she bring herself to be vulnerable like that???
if you don't write this that's totally okay!! it was just a thought i had and i thought your writing could bring it to life PERFECTLY. i love your works !!
- 🪼 (i hope this emoji isn't taken 😭)
˗ˏˋ꒰ ♡ ꒱ — 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 (ft. Ellie Williams)
author's note: i know this isn't the exact scenario you asked for but i had the idea and i thought i could incorporate it with your request! this took me such a long time to write, i'm sorry about that! i hope you're still here to see this. also, please ignore the mistakes made. i intended this to be a drabble but it turned out longer than expected.
warnings: fluff, talked about joel for a second, mentions of parents' death and disappearance, s/o referred to as "partner," people in love, panic attack, tell me if i missed anything, written in ellie's pov (but a small portion of the end was in reader's pov).
summary: ellie discovered that it was actually possible to love someone like her.
the five love languages include: words of affirmation, quality time, receiving gifts, acts of service, and physical touch. each person has a distinct preferred method of receiving love, and not everyone expresses it in exactly the same way.
since i was young, i wasn't sure exactly what love was at that time. my mother passed away while giving birth to me, and my father suddenly vanished without a trace. watching my life pass by felt like a dream. i wasn't taught how to be loved, so i decided to teach myself to love instead. but the moment eventually arrived when love succeeded in squeezing into my life.
the first time i've ever received love was from joel. that man was not extremely affectionate, but he went out of his way to let me into his bed after i had suffered from a nightmare by pretending to be asleep. his side of the bed would be empty, but the blanket would be perfectly tucked into my chin when i woke up, keeping me warm on a cool morning.
i then met my best friends, dina and jesse, and that was the second time i had ever experienced love. we laughed and had fun together every waking hour. i could even remember that one time i forgot about our calculus homework. with a couple of minutes left before i had to turn it in, they stood behind me, supporting and observing me as i attempted to finish it. these two cheered so loudly when i managed to submit it before the clock struck. they might refer to us as the "chaotic trio," but they could never invalidate the affection and devotion we have for one another.
it was when i met my partner that i felt love for the third time. people initially didn't support our relationship. "you're the only one i've seen put effort into your relationship. she's no good for you," they said.
they were mistaken.
they weren't there when it became impossible for me to love myself, so you were the one to love me instead. as well as when i started to doubt our relationship, but then i recalled those instances where you showed me love in unfathomably various ways.
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 — my body was completely exposed, save for the boxers I had just put on after taking a shower, with damp auburn hair clinging to the back of my neck and water drops racing down my body from my collarbones to my stomach.
i was towel-drying my hair while sitting on the edge of the bed when you approached from behind—i knew because i felt the bed dip under your weight—and put an arm around my bare waist. your delicate fingers traced things that i couldn't make out on my back as they glided across the freckles that have darkened over time, sending trails of warmth down my spine. soft lips moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, making me flinch a little because they tickled. "what are you doing?" i asked, wondering what has prompted this behavior. "nothing," you started. i thought it was going to be the last words you uttered, but you continued.
"you have the stars on your back and i wanted to be the first to kiss them."
𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — every second i had with you was amazing. whether it was when I made you watch a movie you hated with me, and you would usually grin and nod in agreement. whenever I asked why you accepted given that you couldn't stand the film, you always responded with, "well, I'm pretty sure I'd love it now that I'm watching it with you."
or when I told you all these stupid, corny jokes while we were lying in bed with our backs pressed against the headboard. you'd laugh and stare at me as if I were the one who created happiness. i knew those jokes weren't funny, by the way. i could never forget the days we had together, when we laughed, cried, and smiled.
𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒 — you once handed me a box filled with gifts for our anniversary. a cassette tape, a handmade bracelet I continue to wear today, a jar of shells you collected from the beach we visited, and many other things. however, there was an envelope at the bottom of the box. i placed the box down and lifted the flaps to reveal a folded sheet of paper. with your hands behind your back and your feet shifting as if you were forcing yourself to stay put, you looked at me with anticipation in your eyes. when the paper was unfolded, a drawing of me holding a guitar while sitting on our windowsill was revealed.
but at the bottom of the box was an envelope. i set the box down before opening the flaps to reveal a piece of folded paper inside. you looked at me with anticipation in your eyes, hands behind your back, and feet shuffling as if you were willing yourself to stay in place. the paper was unfolded to reveal a drawing of me, sitting on our windowsill with a guitar in my hand. in all honesty, it wasn't the best artwork, but for someone who had never drawn a thing this precise, it was really impressive.
"i know it looks bad, but i tried my best. i know how much you love drawing, and i've seen yours, and they were really good! i figured i would try to learn how to do it, and maybe next time, we can draw something with each other while we're on a picnic date!" god, you were so cute.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 — i don't know which one was my favorite. was it when you would tuck my hair behind my ear, aware of how bothersome i find it when it falls in front of my face? or was it when you'd cover me with a blanket while we were watching our favorite show on the couch because you knew my body was constantly cold? oh wait! maybe it was when you'd run me a bath after an especially stressful day and offer to wash my body and hair, which never failed to make me fall asleep from how gentle your hands were?
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — waking up so suddenly, my body jerked abruptly forward as cold sweat dripped down my back along with my forehead, the tanktop i wore clinging to my skin.
please take it off, it's suffocating me.
shit.
where the fuck am i?
i made an attempt to look around the room, but my vision had become too cloudy and fuzzy for me to be able to do so. as seconds continued to pass by, my chest tightened even more. everything was numb. i couldn't even feel my body trembling, but i knew i was. fuck.
deep breaths.
come on, just take a deep breath.
breathe!
damn it! fucking breathe!
but i couldn't. it felt as though my head was being held under an ice cold water without giving me a chance to resurface.
loud gasps from next to you and the sound of the blanket rustling as if someone were struggling against it roused you from sleep. you opened your eyes to find ellie grasping her top in her fist, trying to take deep breaths but obviously struggling, and her body shaking so violently that you could feel the bed lightly vibrating. immediately scrambling towards her and holding her face in your warm hands, you then tapped her cheek softly. "hey. hey! els, look at me," you coaxed gently. "come on, bubs. i'm right here."
ellie peered at you as best she could, her dilated, unfocused pupils flickering from your left to your right eye every few seconds. "yeah, that's it! you're doing a good job, els. just watch me and follow what i'm doing, okay? you're going to be fine."
she watched you closely as you inhaled deeply and held it for a moment before releasing all the air in your lungs, feeling your breath caress her lips. you gently stroked her cheek with your thumb, encouraging her to do the same. the two of you repeated it several times until Ellie no longer felt like she was drowning and her mind was fully conscious enough to register her surroundings. you pressed your forehead against her as you continued your attempt to help ease and calm her down.
"you're safe, els. we're in our bedroom, and i'm sitting in front of you holding your face in my hand. you're wearing a black pair of boxer shorts and a white top. you're right here with me." then, without caring that it was sweaty, you gave her forehead a tender kiss while whispering words in her ear, which made her forever grateful to have you as her partner.
"i'm proud of you, bubs." "concentrate on breathing. yeah, just like that. stay in the present." "you're doing amazing, els. keep going."
i used to believe that i could never be loved the way i love you, but you have shown me that i am also worthy of receiving love. you reminded me that i was intended for you and you were destined for me.
you taught me that feelings of love could not only be conveyed through the gentle touches of your fingers on my body or the laughter you let out as happiness flooded inside of you—but they could be felt deep within our hearts as well.
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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: the term "rosy" refers to the readers rouge clad cheeks specifically, not the readers actual skin tone in any way shape or form. enjoy reading!!
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a corrupted innocent (hyper) femme reader & dad's best friend slash milf abby anderson type pairing.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. explicit sexual content. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢.
—୨♡୧ now playing 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 (𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢)
𝐃𝐁𝐅!𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 craves more of that sugar and spice you got…
in warm sugared hues, small specks of flour dusted the rosy apples of your cheeks, that you so delicately sifted into a porcelain bowl just a few minutes prior, blending the creamy batter with each tender turn of the whisk in sugar's sweet caress, as the candied aroma of vanilla meshed with fine sprinkles of cinnamon left a trail of delight.
the silky frills neatly draped along the hemline of that dainty apron tied snugly around your waist gently swayed, whilst you tiptoed around your quaint kitchen, softly molding the buttery warmth of the dough into tiny morsels, so sweet for your loving parents to enjoy, once they get back home.
little did they know, their seemingly innocent sweetheart, an angel pure in their sight, harbored a secret beneath that sugary guise of hers.
one, in which your charming, gentle giant next door neighbor and dad's best bud anderson, payed you frequent special visits to get a lasting taste of her most beloved special treat, always coming back to savor that sticky sweetness of yours on the very tip of her tongue, when their watchful eyes aren't around.
bending you over the counter adorned in delectable swirls of glossy frosting and powdered sugar, abby slipped the rough pads of her fingers through the lovely little ribbon of that apron wrapped behind the small of your back. flipping your skirt up over your hips she gingerly traced the rough flat of her palm between the plush of those swollen lips to your drooling princess parts, "you're irresistible, d'you know that cupcake?".
soft mewls bubbled away in your throat, as she relentlessly left light smacks against your spread out pussy, glazing her thick digits in the creamy slick of your love juices, almost as sweet as the tender-hearted dessert you so docilely prepared.
oh, how she loved fucking her little darling baker stupid against the counter. having you almost forget that special family recipe of yours, you tucked so closely to your heart, from all that teasing and toying with her dearest treat right between your thighs, "acting like a good girl in front of daddy, but are truly such a needy little play thing for momma, huh. aren't you, baby?"
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 (ft. Ellabs)
warnings: 18+ MDNI, poly relationship, double penetration, anal sex, petnames—sweetheart, princess, baby, dina was mentioned, pure filth, strap-on use (r! receiving), dom!abby, dom!ellie, sub!reader, strap referred to as "dick" or "cock"
their tender yet calloused, rough fingertips traced over your delicate skin, sending shivers through your spine. your breath hitched in your throat, eyes fluttering shut as their lips left marks all over your body—back, hips, neck, fucking everywhere.
"hey," abby sternly said, grabbing your cheeks firmly and causing your lips to pout in the process. ellie then spanked your ass and squeezed them in her hands, delivering a faint sting that prompted your eyes to shoot open. "look at ellie, princess. i want her to see what you look like when we split you open."
from the way abby was squeezing your cheeks, it was incomprehensible when you whined their names. "please— please i can't take it anymore. i need you both inside me!"
ellie cracked a grin from her position underneath you. she caught abby's eyes—who was leaning her chin on your shoulder—a smirk appearing on both of their attractive faces, and asked you in a condescending manner. "do you think you can take us both in, baby?" your cunt involuntary clenched.
you were unbearably aroused that you were unable to comprehend anything they had been saying, and had instead turned into a quivering mess, pleading with them to fuck you senseless. the sensation of their cocks rubbing on your ass and pussy was driving you completely insane. "we haven't even done anything to you yet, princess. come on, use your words."
ellie and abby have found you prepping yourself for this moment beforehand. their eyes shining with an unfathomable hunger while breathing heavily, they watched the way you used your fingers to fuck your ass in order to prepare yourself to take your partner's massive cock.
and now they've got you sandwiched between them.
so to the best of your abilities, you attempted to voice out a few words that would ultimately seal the deal. "i w-want you both now—please! need you two to make me cum!"
abby allowed her spit to gather in her mouth as she held onto your waist, letting it drip from her lips and lightly rubbing the silicone against the rim of your ass to carefully coat it. ellie grabbed ahold of the base of her cock, breath hitching when it caught her clit, before tapping the tip on your cunt. as they carefully inserted themselves into both of your holes, they let out a series of pleasured groans as if they could feel how tight you were when the two of them noticed you struggling to get accustomed to the pressure building up inside you.
you collapsed into Ellie's neck, holding the pillow she was using in your fist, and breathed out an almost sinful whine. abby slipped one of her hands to the back of your head, tangled it in your hair, then used that as leverage to drag you towards her chest, their strap sliding even deeper inside you. "show us what you can do, princess."
so, you did.
as you continued to slam your hips—up and down, up and down—fucking yourself as deep and as hard as you could, all that you could register were the profane sounds your cunt produced. your pouty lips parted as you wailed and whimpered loudly, clearly not concerned with whether or not your neighbors could hear you.
but then, both of them noted your movements gradually slowing down. you whines as the soreness of your thighs intensified and nodded in response when your green-eyed girlfriend asked. "getting tired, sweetheart?"
they couldn't help but coo at the sight of your disoriented state, lips quivering, and chest heaving from the effort you'd exerted. "don't worry, baby. we'll take care of you now," ellie reassured before she planted her feet on the bed and thrust her hips up, causing pleasure to run throughout your entire body as the tip consistently hit the spot that made your vision go white.
with the exception of the freckled girl, abby believed you to be the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. it was an out-of-this world experience seeing you drool all over ellie's neck—dampening the pillow underneath her head—and your eyes almost crossing as she pounded your ass with her cock.
ellie increased the pace of her hips in an effort to push you over the edge. grabbing your ass in her hands, she parted your cheeks to allow abby to lay her eyes on both of your holes as they stretched around the girth of their straps.
you were completely oblivious to your surroundings at this point in time. you couldn't even articulate a full word; all you could manage were needy whimpers when both of them pulled all the way out before ramming their hips deeper into you—abby using her huge hands to fuck you back into her dick.
your half-lidded eyes shot open as you were startled out of your trance when the hand abby previously had on your ass trailed over to your pussy, rubbing circles on your puffy clit without ceasing any movements, causing a loud cry to come out of your mouth. you were at a loss for what to do. the combination of the bruising hold ellie had on your waist and the pressure of both of their straps pounding into you, along with abby's thick fingers stimulating your clit, going faster by the second, sent your senses into overdrive.
it felt too fucking good.
they knew you were close when your hips started to stutter around their cock. and hearing ellie's enticing voice groan in your ear, "fuck. it feels good, huh? you're gonna cum for us, princess?" was enough to send you over the edge.
it was severely evident how ruined you were. your legs were shaking, and your body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration. if not for both of your partners' hands on your waist, you would have already fallen forward. they fucked you through your orgasm before stopping entirely when you started crying out of oversensitivity. you instantly went limp after you rode out your orgasm, softly whimpering when they slowly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. abby groaned as she noticed that your asshole had been clenching around nothing.
after delicately grasping you in her arms and setting your tired body down next to her, ellie raked the hair that was matted to your forehead and then caressed your cheek with her thumb. "you did really well, baby. but don't you think you were being a little too loud awhile ago?"
the blonde-haired girl agreed by uttering a soft mhmmm as she slid on the other side of the bed, leaving a gentle peck on your shoulder, her strap now carefully set aside, before pulling your face closer to initiate a sloppy kiss. abby only pulled away when you whined, a string of saliva breaking off when she licked her lips.
"next time, i think we should have your friend, dina, sit on your face. maybe then, you'd be quiet and simply let us use you anyway the fuck we want."
oh, well, i guess i don't have to ask them for their consent for her to join us after all.
Author's Note! yeah so i'm posting again? 🤩 i hope you guys don't mind me posting another fic but i'm trying to get used to writing smut again because i haven't written pure filth in a while. not my best work but it's okay 🫡 in occasion, our content wouldn't be comparable to our previous ones. but still, thank you guys for your endless support! i love you all! ♡
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omg hi meiji !! <3
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omg also bella looks so cute in your pinned post 🥹
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#I love you so much sweet baby#zahra<3#you’re the best mwah💋#I’ll give you all my love and affection I promise🙏🏾#lia socialises 🫧🪐
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✮ — UNDERGROUND FIGHTER (ft. Abby Anderson)
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, death of a parent, mentions of murder, misogyny, her dad wasn't a doctor, unsafe chest binding, rich dom!abby, you were referred to as "partner," blood kink (?), semi-public sex, abby is mean at some point, reader got called a brat, daddy kink.
✩ i'm open to discuss a lot of things, but do you know what we should really be talking about? underground fighter!abby.
✩ before one of her fights, the two of you first crossed paths when you mistakenly entered her personal dressing room in the back, assuming it was a restroom. abby asked who you were, and it turned out you were manny's cousin.
✩ manny (who was a fighter as well because he needed to make a living so he could afford his father's medicine) was the one who hooked her up, told her about the illegal underground fighting, and asked if she was interested. without second thoughts, she agreed because one thing she needed more than anything else was: money.
✩ abby didn't know how she would survive once her dad died—murdered with no mercy. the only thing she had left was an old apartment that needed to be paid by the end of the month. not only that, but the fact that they weren't fortunate to begin with doesn't help. which is why, her father resorted to borrowing money from sketchy people, and look where it landed him. she shouldn't have had to bear the consequences of her father's actions.
✩ at first, she was criticized by all the people underground. was it the fact that she was a frail woman who appeared to have never set foot in a gym? probably. but one thing for sure, she could never beat a grown ass 6'2 man. at least, that's what they said.
✩ she trained hard day and night until people started to notice the changes in her physique. bulging muscles, broad shoulders, rock hard abs, and thighs for days. abby managed to disprove everyone's assumptions by winning every fight she had been thrown in. no matter how bruised and battered her body was, she would emerge from the ring as the victor—one way or another.
✩ she tried to get out of underground fighting because of a man—who couldn't handle being crushed by a woman—brought a weapon into the ring (it wasn't illegal, but it was also discouraged), leaving abby injured when she did her best to fight him off; however, it was the only way she knew to make money, so she continued until she learned to deal with all the pain and the bruises.
✩ despite being a part of the itty bitty titty committee, abby binds her chest. she despises wearing bra (even a sports bra isn't an option because it "restrains her too much"), so she uses bandages instead. you gently scold her for not using an appropriate binder and try your best to discourage her from doing it so frequently because you've noticed how it affects her during training and fights. she knows the risks of wearing them but she still does because they "work just fine."
✩ just like what was mentioned in this, abby began to make a lot of money once people began to recognize her strength and she gained notoriety as one of the best fighters in the underground. her money eventually supplied more than she needed. she developed into a person who could afford her own home and other necessities (as well as luxury goods, though she never truly invested in such).
✩ when you became her partner, she never once stopped spoiling you despite you protesting every time she does it. she didn't care how she spent her money as long as she was able to provide you everything that you wanted and needed. a dress caught your eye? sold. oh! you liked that bracelet? you'll be wearing it by the end of the day. you're having a hard time paying for your college tuition fee? don't worry, all of it has been settled.
✩ despite knowing you could fend for yourself, abby always keeps you by her side because not only was the whole place dangerous for someone as pretty as you, she also wanted to show you off to everyone. abby is far more proud of herself for having you as her partner than when she beats an opponent she wasn't certain she could defeat.
✩ you were her "goodluck charm." she never fails to kiss you before every fight for the purpose of asking you to keep your eyes on her at all times and watch as she wins every fight for you without having to say it out loud. it was also a way for her to reassure you that everything would turn out fine because she was familiar of exactly how anxious you ended up being every time she enters the ring, with no indication what could go wrong or even whether she would survive.
✩ every time you couldn't make it to her fights, she would listen to all the voicemails you've sent just so she could hear your voice before putting herself out there once again. people know not to disturb her when you're not around, so they tend to avoid her designated room in the back.
✩ abby has snake bites piercings. does it get in the way when you two are kissing? yes. but would she ever take it off? absolutely not, especially because you had a habit of sucking her bottom lip and biting her piercings gently but firmly enough that she could feel a slight pinch, prompting her to wince and let out a moan afterwards. she loves the pain.
✩ it wasn't your proudest moments; however, you couldn't help but be attracted to abby when you two first met. fortunately, she shared the sentiment. the next thing you know, she was ushering you both back to her changing room right after her fight. you allowed her to press your back against the bench before she shamelessly knelt down between your legs, fucking you open with her thick fingers while her tongue was playing with your pretty clit until you squirted all over the leather surface.
✩ abby knows how much you love her thighs. you attempted not to grind your pussy against her muscular thighs when she had you perched on one of them. "come on, baby. i could feel how fucking soaked you are, you know? the only way you're getting off is on my thigh, so don't be shy and use me."
✩ she occasionally allow you to touch her as well, especially after a hard training. your fingers rubbing circles against her clad pussy, her basketball shorts getting in the way. frustrated—sexually and by other people—she hastily pulled her shorts down and forced you on your knees before pressing your mouth close to pussy. in a mean tone that inevitably made you press your thighs together, she asked. "what the fuck are you waiting for?"
✩ despite being on the receiving end, the power dynamic was still evident with the way you were squirming by her feet while she was leaning against the wall, towering over you immensely. she rode your face as you continued to plunge your tongue inside her until she cums, leaving her legs shaking with her hand tightening their hold on your hair.
✩ oh! let's not forget how attractive she thought you were when you cleaned up her bloody knuckles and bruised face after every fight. you push your tongue out and lick a long stripe from her sweaty neck up to her bloodied lips before pulling away, bringing goosebumps all over her arms whenever you fixated on her with alluring eyes. a nearly pornographic moan escaped from your throat when the metallic taste of her blood mixing with the salty perspiration filled your senses as you swallowed. hearing the sound you made, the grip abby had on your waist tightened—you were sure it would leave bruises later. "are we really doing this right now, you brat?"
"if you think being around many people would stop me, you're sorely mistaken," you replied, smiling from your position on her neck before pulling away and looking directly into her eyes. "i want everyone to know i'm yours and you're mine, daddy."
Author's Note! this turned out longer than i expected but i had time to write because classes were suspended! also, if you haven't seen my ellie headcanons, here it is → ellie with farm girl!reader. i've had some of these in my notes for quite a while and i'm goad i finally got to post it! i hope you guys liked it and leave some feedback, if you want! i love you all! ♡
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ONE TIME THING - BELLA RAMSEY (Final Part!)
Summary: unbeknownst to you, you meet actor Bella Ramsey. You two hit it off but your paths lead two different directions.
Bella Ramsey x female reader
Taglist: @evieguhbyebroski @amberputh @assgardangod @nymwritespoetry @mainslutsblog @obsessedmunson @guacala @that-one-little-soybean @overtrred28
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One week later(ish)
"Daenerys or Jon?"
"Jon"
"who should've ended up on the Iron Throne ?"
"Lyanna Mormont."
"Game of Thrones or the Last of Us?
"impossible question."
"wise choice."
"thank you."
You stared dumbfounded as your best friend fired question after question at Bella. It had been going on for at least ten minutes, you felt sorry for Bella. You and Bella sat on the couch, whilst Aaron sat on the armchair beside it, he leaned forwards in his chair, staring Bella down as he asked her questions he deemed "excruciatingly important."
Bella didn't seem bothered by the almost interview like conversation with Aaron. Rather, they found it amusing.
"can you please stop interrogating my partner, please?" You almost begged. You had been silently watching the ordeal, not expecting it to last this long. You were leaned back on the couch, looking at Aaron unimpressed.
Bella chuckled as they looked at your bored face, Aaron glared at you but nevertheless he stopped with the questions.
"it's important to find out what kind of a person my best friend is dating. You'll be grateful one day, if they turn out to be a murderer." Aaron picked up his empty mug, standing up and going to the kitchen to refill it with coffee.
You rolled your eyes at his dramatics.
Bella hummed sarcastically, "I'm afraid I'm just a regular boring person. Not a murderer." They called out after at Aaron.
You watched as Bella turned their body around to face you. They smiled at the almost pitiful smile that you were sending them.
"sorry about him. He's a big fan of your work." You said apologetically.
Bella shook their head, leaning in closer to you and placing a light kiss on your cheek. "I don't mind." They said truthfully, looking up at you and giving you a smile.
You felt your face redden, like it always did. A gesture as small as a smile could make your heart plummet, and your legs give out. You hated it.
Bella rested their head on your shoulder, their body cuddled up to yours on the couch. You wrapped an arm around their waist, as they had theirs around your stomach. Your chin rested on their head.
"seriously? Why have a fridge, if you're not going to put food in it!" Aaron complained from the kitchen. The sound of keys being picked up from the counter was heard, then the sound of footsteps.
"Get chocolate digestives!" You called out, just before you heard Aaron shut the front door after him.
Bella moved their head to look up at you, a raised brow and an amused grin on their face.
"shut up, you eat cereal with orange juice for breakfast." You interrupted whatever remark they were going to say.
Bella groaned. They burried their face in your hoodie, letting out a sound of annoyance. You had told Aaron about the discovery, and since then Bella hasn't gotten a break.
"maybe if you would try it, you would understand why!" Their voice was muffled by the fabric of your hoodie.
You hummed, knowing you would never try it.
Lazily you flicked through the channels on the Tv, not finding anything good to watched you eventually turned it off.
You kept yourself occupied by playing with Bella's rings. They were thick and silver, two on their left hand and one on their right. You twisted them around their finger, admiring the patterns engraved on each of them.
"I always make sure to wear them when I'm doing interviews, or going to any events." Bella spoke up, their face still burried in your hoodie. "they help me when I'm feeling anxious, or need something to fiddle with. But I suppose you'll be with me for that instead. We can stay in a corner together." You felt them smile.
"i can't wait to hide in a corner with you Bella." You laughed, removing your fingers from their rings, and intertwining your hand with theirs instead.
Bella looked up at you with a large grin adorning their face, causing you to smile back just as wide. They leaned up, so their forehead was resting on yours.
"I'm so happy you sat beside me on that bus." They whispered.
"I'm so happy you stalked me at my work place." You smiled teasingly at them. Bella rolled their eyes, but their smile remained.
"It was hardly stalking. It was just a coincidence." Bella shrugged.
You quirked a brow, showing them you didn't believe their words. Bella didn't argue back, knowing you were too stubborn to believe them.
Instead of talking, Bella kissed you. Their kisses were soft and slow, different from how all your previous ex's kissed you. They were gentle, every touch from them sending you into a spiral of nerves. The good kind, the kind you got addicted to.
Bella moved so that they were hovering over you, their hands on either side of you to support their weight. They cupped your jaw with their hand, caressing your face with their thumb. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise as their cold ring met your warm skin.
"I forgot my wallet!"
The silence and peace you and Bella were trapped in, was interrupted by the door swinging open and Aaron's voice filling the home.
You pulled away from Bella, smiling sheepishly at them.
Bella groaned, dropping their head into the crook of your neck. You laughed at their attitude, combing your fingers through their soft wavy hair.
Aaron grabbed his wallet from the kitchen table, before walking out of the house completely oblivious to what he had interrupted and the frustration radiating from Bella.
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PLS CONTINUE THE ELLIE SITUATIONSHIP WITH ELLIE COMING OVER AND MAKING A VIDEO TO SEND 🤞🏼
a little camera-shy | ellie williams
here is part 1!
pairing: jealous!ellie x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ content MDNI!, filmed sex, reader sucks ellie’s strap, strap-on referred to as ellie’s cock, face fucking, the word slut is used once, very slight mean!ellie, profanities, pet names, afab!reader but no pronouns are used, video gets sent to abby, not proofread
a/n: actually got inspired to rewrite this when I read this abby fic by @zahraaziza because i was like wow i really want to write about reader sucking strap now. pleasee go read it if you haven’t!
“You always look so damn good on your knees.”
The flash on her phone was bright and blinding, shining down on you, an amalgamation of messy hair and smudged makeup, big, lust-blown eyes staring up at her through thick eyelashes. She was an artist, and if she hadn’t been in such a hurry, she would have loved to film what a mess you were already on an actual video camera, but the phone would have to do. You had already come once, from the skilful combination of her fingers and tongue, but the both of you weren’t done, not by a long shot.
Your face was inches away from her silicone cock, watching eagerly as she stroked its length in her free hand. She adjusted the hold on her phone so that both it and you fitted in frame, your eyes focused intently on the way her hand made leisurely strokes up and down, hypnotic and purposeful.
She gave you a mean laugh, eyes flitting from her phone screen to you. “Fuck, you’re practically drooling for it, you slut.” Her hand departed from the base and reached towards you. It grazed the soft skin of your cheek, then it moved to touch your hair.
Her hand shifted to the back of your head, gently cupping it. You sucked in a breath at the feeling, anticipating what you knew was coming, what you craved. She peered down at you over the edge of her phone, eyes crinkled from the smirk on her lips.
“Wanna show Abby what your pretty mouth can do, angel?” she asked as she caressed the hair where her hand rested. She cocked her head to the side a bit, legs spreading wider. “How about it?”
You nodded eagerly, your hands gripping the base of her cock as she hummed in approval, jutting her hips out further so the dildo brushed against your lips. Your mouth parted instantly, tongue lolling out and swirling around the tip.
You took her into your mouth slowly, taking her inside inch by inch, until you felt the tip rub against the back of your throat. Your throat fluttered at the feeling of being filled, adjusting to the size. You dragged your mouth back up her shaft, then down again slowly to get into a steady rhythm.
Your head bobbed up and down, spit coming to pool at the edges of your pretty lips and soaking her cock. The sounds of you working on her were obscene, and Ellie could feel her restraint slipping away with each teary-eyed glance and muffled moan you gave the camera.
The hand on the back of your head tightened on your hair and gently tugged at it. “Grip onto my thighs, baby,” her breathless voice instructed. You did so without stopping your ministrations, lips still gliding along the silicone. You felt her hips slightly shift beneath you before she thrusted them upward to test the waters.
Her cock hit the back of your throat in a way that made your eyes water, need flooding in between your already soaked thighs. Your pussy throbbed at the lack of attention, but you didn’t dare let a hand stray to play with yourself, not when she thrust upwards again, and again.
Your fingers dug into the meat of your thigh, muffled sounds of surprise and pleasure quieted around her cock. She continued to thrust, slow and deep at first to let you get used to her movements.
Her thrusts began to get sloppy and quick, drool dripping down your chin from the slackness of your jaw, each delicious brush at the back of your throat sending a jolt down your spine. The light from her half-forgotten phone shook with her intense movements, the video now an erratic and shaky blur of stretched lips and her guttural, breathy praises.
“That fuckin’ mouth of yours, it’s heaven.” Her thrusts were more uneven, and you could tell from the way her legs shook that she was close to cumming from, all from watching you go down on her strap.
You gave her thighs feather-light touches with the tips of your nails as she continued to use your mouth, encouraging her to fall over the edge. She groaned, legs trembling and gripping onto your hair just a bit harder. You moved in tandem with her hips, tongue coming to meet each thrust of hers. Lost in pleasure, the phone fell onto the chair beside her, the camera completely obscured.
With one final push, she cums hard, leg muscles tightening and trembling beneath your fingers. Her head is thrown back, face flushed as she focuses on the waves of pleasure that consume her.
As she settles into the bliss of post-orgasm, she becomes aware of her phone beside her. She chuckles, a flash of canines, and her hand reaches for it whilst simultaneously reaching for your wet chin.
She tilts your dazed, fucked out face up, positioning the camera just above it once again. Your lips are puffy and glossy, and she can’t help but get wet again just by looking at them.
She gives your cheek a tap with her index finger, thumb rubbing circles on the opposite one. “Good job, baby. Wanna smile for the camera?”
Your lips slowly stretch into a shy yet adoring smile, dilated eyes peering up at her rather than her phone. She doesn’t seem to mind, as she returns it with a grin, fingers fondly squishing at your cheeks.
“That’s my girl, always so good for me… Now, why don’t you come up here and show her what you can really do, hm?”
bonus texts between abby and ellie:
ꨄ tags @zahraaziza @dropsofs4turn @m-3-ijiworld @cherriesxinthespring @millersaurora @carmellie @loohser @imahallucination11 @little-star-bun
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