#BRAINROT PT 2

[il3x]

this picrew CAPTIVATED me and I *had* to do them. 99% sure someone else has done them in this picrew before but oh well. If anyone who has is reading this heyyy! 🤗 no stepping on toes intended and also you have amazing picrew taste

important thing to me is that aisha gets to have Both the stimmy hands And the middle finger. she does it more than alec I can guarantee you

moderately obsessed with all the potential aisha variants so here are some more :3

[loveyourhate]

Sweet Dreams

[sugarbcnes]

— ꒰ ellie williams x f! reader ꒱ BRAINROT ! !

ellie williams fucking you dizzy until your attitude is gone + fluffy aftercare

warnings: heavy sexual descriptions, dom ellie sub reader, pet names, bratty reader, use of ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’, jealous/possessive ellie, spanking, slightly vulnerable/insecure ellie

“ya’ never fuckin’ learn. huh, baby?”

you look like heaven.

complexion flushed and blissed, burning heat kisses the apples of your cheeks and the tip of your nose, soft breaths emitting from the perfect little pout of your swollen lips. pearly, sugared arousal glistens as it smears over your lush thighs and the tender lips of your cunt, leaking from your core. she knows some of those juices are mixed with hers, her own pussy creaming all over yours as she scissored you with a hungry, impatient pace. your gummy walls sucked up the pale pink strap so well as she fucked you until your eyes were crossing and your attitude was expelled from you in the form of drool pooling over your lips and saccharine, melodic moans filling the room. her devilish angel, she put you through hell and back until your brain fuzzed and every bratty bubble in your body popped !

you babbled incoherent apologies as she pressed your soft cheek into the pillow, her free hand holding your wrists together behind your back. “so sorry ellie.” “wontalktohimagain…”

“not fuckin’ good enough,” she spat, her tattooed hand coming down to make stinging contact with your behind. your mouth falls open as she once again assaults that spot of your supple skin until it’s raw and scorching hot. “that’s exactly what you said the last time i watched him put his hands on you.”

she was ruthless when she was jealous but it was because she loved you. her sweet little bunny. you were hers and nothing was about to take that away from her.

“was i too rough that time?”.

she reappears from the bathroom with a warm towelette, gently spreading your legs. you hum, her eyes frantically watching your expression in concern. you shake your head. she sighs in relief and whispers a quick “sorry,” as the warm material makes contact with the tender skin of your pussy. your hips jump slightly and she laces her fingers with yours as she finishes wiping you down.

her lips are quick to find yours, softly brushing the pad of her thumb over the tiny sweet beads glistening on your cheekbones. she knows it calms the rapid beating of your heart, filling you to the brim with fuzzy butterflies as her love pours until your full again.

“hey,” the whisper has you fluttering your eyes open, looking into her tired green orbs, “you know i love you right?”.

you nod, lacing your fingers into the shaggy locks of her mullet.

“i love you too, els,” you smile and you can see the disbelief in her eyes, “nothing or nobody is ever going to change that, okay, sweet girl?”

she lays beside you, head tucked under your chin as she gently massages the soft spots of your hips.

“i don’t know why i get so jealous, m’ sorry.”

“you’re human, el, it happens.”

the console slows down the beat of her heart and her pillowy, slighty chapped lips press fluttering kisses to the curve of your jaw before she hears the calm snores leaving your lips, lulling her to sleep with the peaceful melody of the singing wildlife outside the cracked-open window.

sorry, this one kinda sucked :( and i know i promised a full fic last night but i had a really rough day yesterday and i got tired and forgot :( i promise it’ll be up tonight.

[kusanagihaku]

haku auditioning to be your ghibli boyfriend this halloween ⊹₊⟡⋆

been thinking about doodling ghibli bf haku ever since reading @yuri-is-online’s halloween post here (´ཀ`)

[chokech3rry]

well nick there is definitely footage of paige getting a metal bar schlorped through her skull so enjoy that i guess

[justsmiledoe]

[lovebrushed]

you know how artists have muses? so let's say clarence is your muse.

as a sculptor, it's become so natural to you, the act of shaping his face from limestone and marble. you know every dip and wrinkle, every freckle and mole on his body. there's so many busts of him it's getting a little disturbing (he's just glad people don't visit your home often)

and then you get into an argument and leave him. or he's gone for a moment too long and you're discovered and killed by the rebellion. either way, clarence is left alone, in a house that has both too much and too little of you.

everywhere he looks he sees proof of your love and it's driving him insane. to know someone so well that it's second nature to sculpt their face and body? to adore them so much you choose to carve stone and marble in their likeness, over and over again? clarence is only now beginning to fathom the depths of your love for him. he's only now understanding the way in which artists love.

these sculptures are him but they aren't him. they're him through your eyes — the him that you cherished and adored and chose to sculpt. clarence looks at the sculptures and he doesn't see himself. he sees you.

(it's all so much worse when clarence acknowledges how scarily accurate they are. you've captured every baby hair at the edge of his forehead, the curve of the cupid's bow on his lip. you saw him, every part of him, and nothing has changed. you've kept his imperfections, instead choosing to carve him over and over til you've captured his likeness in full. the Him that you love is just him, clarence clayden, flaws and all. and it's like — you loved him. you loved him.)

it doesn't take long for clarence to crack. soon enough, all proof of your love is gone. it lays in pieces at his feet. in the corner, he sees the bridge of his nose carved into marble – at his heel, there lays his fractured, limestone smile. he's ruined it. he's ruined your love. he's ruined himself.

clarence should care. clarence should weep. but after so long without your touch – after so long surrounded by so much you and yet so little – he can't bring himself to care. he can't bring himself to fix his mess.

after all, destroying things is much easier than making them.

[thomashoes]

Thinking about.... Thoma

i have had this idea for like two three months already and was not confident it would look great written down. but with motivations from my dear bestie, i thought why the hell not and decided to do it.

P.S

this actually took me three days to make--

thoma x reader

female reader

fluff, mentions of long distance relationship, sexual content and alcohol, very very mild cursing (like once)

Little backstory:

y/n is diluc's sister and she's in charge of dawn winery's innovative and international marketing. and basically she went to inazuma to conduct a research for the winery's novelty. thoma was her childhood friend before he left for inazuma. they reunited during her stay in inazuma and due to the vision hunt decree, a target has been placed on her back leading her to hide in the Kamisato Estate. after the decree was lifted she stayed for a while before heading back to mondstadt to help with the preparation of the weinlesfest festival uwu.

"Are you sure you got everything with you? Why don't we check your stuff again," Thoma fussed as he walked over to Y/N's bags to assess its contents in the guest room she has resided in for the past few months. Y/N rolled her eyes and followed him, "You don't need to worry about it, Mom. I quadruple checked them last night, so I'm pretty sure I have everything."

Thoma glanced at her before he dropped his shoulder in defeat, "I-I'm sorry. Maybe I'm anxious about you already leaving just when I finally got to see you again and... Ah, please ignore what I was trying to say." he fretfully confessed. Y/N exhaled and felt her heart drum against her chest, it did pain her to leave but she still had duties as Dawn Winery's marketing manager. She reached out to grab the back of Thoma's shirt, "Hey... I know this is hard for you, it is to me also. But I promise to you that I will come and visit once a month and stay for at least a week. We can make this work, please trust me. Trust us, Thoma."

The blond turned to face her and saw that she looked ready to cry so he extended his arms and embraced her. "I do trust us, Y/N. I'm just...going to miss you a lot," he whispered against the crown of her head. Y/N looked up at his green orbs before her eyes darted down to his lips and Thoma saw this and took it as a hint to lean in for a kiss. The kiss lasted for as long as they could breathe and when they parted, Y/N whimpered as tears fell down her face.

"I don't want to go," she cried as she held onto him tighter. "But I'm an adult who is in charge of a company for booze so I have to go help my brother." Y/N pitifully whined against his chest.

Thoma laughed at her as his own tears started to roll down, "That's right, you are, as you always put it, a strong independent woman. And now you have another responsibility to return to."

With those words uttered by Thoma, Y/N cried a little bit harder and said the something along the lines of 'I hate being an adult'.

<<~~~~~~~~~~>>

On the morning of her trip back to Mondstadt, Thoma held her hand the entire time waiting for her ship to be ready to go. He rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand as he watched the sun rise.

"You know, with the amount of times we watched both sunrise and sunsets together, this is probably the worst one yet," Y/N grumbled to him. Thoma simply hummed as an answer as he watched Captain Beidou approach them.

"Good morning, love birds! The ship is ready to go in a bit so you two better say your goodbyes now," Beidou greeted the two of the then her red eyes caught the marks on Y/N's neck and gave Thoma a mischievous look. "But it looks like you already did one hell of a farewell last night."

Y/N's face turned as red as her face as she sputtered excuses as to what the marks were while Thoma awkwardly laughed. Beidou let out a loud laugh and waved a hand so Y/N would stop, "I'm just messing with you. What you should be worried about is your brothers' reaction when they see those."

The lovers froze as they realized that the captain was right. Y/N looked at Thoma while holding back laughter, "Well, it was fun while it lasted, Thoma." she teased him bringing Thoma out his thoughts. He sighed and pinched her side which caused her yelp, "Please don't joke about that, Y/N."

A pout formed on her face as she looked back at Beidou, "He can be such a huge meanie sometimes but that's exactly my type." Y/N bantered to Beidou in which the captain shook her head in amusement and Thoma cleared his throat. Just as Y/N was about to add more, a crewmate ඞ approached Beidou and announced every thing was ready for the trip back to Liyue.

"Could you please give us a minute, Captain Beidou?" Thoma requested solemnly as his grip on Y/N's hand tightened. Beidou nodded in understanding before she left them for their final adieu.

As soon as Beidou was gone, Y/N swiftly moved to hug Thoma tightly while attempting to sway the both of them sideways. Her lover laughed at her actions before he hugged back and kissed her head, "Write to me as soon as you get there safely, okay, darling?" he whispered to her. Y/N, once again, had tears slowly gather in her eyes then bobbed her head as she could not find the strength to speak without her voice cracking.

Y/N felt Thoma's hands move from her waist to her face, his gloved hands cradled her as he gazed into her eyes lovingly, "Can I please get a verbal response from my sweetheart?" he goaded as a smirk formed on his lips. Y/N rolled her, now dry, eyes while she blushed a pale shade of red, "Way to ruin the mood but yes, I promise to send a letter to my dear lover even if I have to use my brother's eagle if I have to."

Smug from her answer, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips, "Good girl."

This man was testing her patience. With a growl, she gripped his face and gave a hard kiss on his lips before she turned around and left without glancing back at him. She heard Thoma's joyful laugh that filled her heart with happiness as she boarded up to The Crux.

She watched as Thoma's figure began to get smaller as the ship moved away from Ritou. With a final wave of her arm, Y/N moved to sit on the ship's deck, heart weighing like a thousands of bricks.

Unaware of the footsteps that advanced towards her, she curled up into a ball and mumbled out her objectives once she steps foot on to Liyue Harbor. "You might want to get rid of those marks to save your brothers from getting a heart attack," a gentle voice interrupted her. Y/N moved her focus to the person who was standing in front of her and squinted her eyes from the brightness of the sun.

"Oh, hey, Kazuha. Still traveling with Beidou?" she asked the young man. Kazuha smiled at her before proceeded to offer his hand to help her stand up. Y/N thanked him and accepted it and was immediately lifted onto her feet. "Well, the life of traveling has become my life after years and staying in one place didn't feel right for me," Kazuha explained to her as he watched her pat the dust off her pants. "And must I repeat what I said about those markings on your neck?"

A snort left her mouth as she placed her hands on her hips, "I heard you the first time, no need. Also, Kaeya would applaud me like the supportive brother he is. Diluc, on the other hand, would be the one having a heart attack." Y/N clarified. "Also, yes I do need to get rid of these. I just don't know how." she added sheepishly. Kazuha chuckled and nodded his head, "Yes, of course. Do forgive me for assuming wrong." Kazuha gestured to the ship's accommodation, "If you could follow me, I can help with getting rid of those for you."

"Oh my Archons, please. I can handle my brothers well but definitely not Adelinde's persistence." Y/N groaned and moved to follow Kazuha.

"Oh um, why do you know how to get rid of hick--"

"Don't worry about it." :)

<<~~~~~~~~~~>>

A week has passed since Y/N left Inazuma to help with the preparations for Mondstadt's Weinlesefest Festival and she had finally successfully created a new drink exclusive for the event namely the Fruits of the Festival.

Y/N then found herself seated on Dawn Winery's dinner table alongside her two brothers, Diluc and Kaeya, The Traveler and Paimon. It was an extremely rare moment (read: never) to have both her brothers sit on the dinner table and enjoy a meal without them attempting to go at each other. The Traveler and Paimon shared their adventures in Liyue and Inazuma then explained to the two men how they knew their sister.

"Oh, that's right! Before we left Inazuma, Y/N mentioned something about wanting to reconnect an old bridge with an old friend. How did it go with Thoma, Y/N?" Paimon innocently queried.

The sister's attempt in getting a small spoonful of her Moon Pie failed miserably as her fingers slipped and her utensil flew off her hand and onto the floor. Her brothers directed their attention back to her, one with an accusatory look and the other with interest.

"Thoma as in the boy who gave you a flower crown when you were 5? He's alive?" Diluc grumbled as he leaned in onto the table, his red eyes staring into his sister's soul. A chuckle sounded from her left, "Well, Diluc, do you know any other boys our dear sister has ever been with?" Kaeya poked fun at their eldest, placing his head on the palm of his hand. "There are more boys?" Diluc deadpanned.

Y/N buried her face into her hands in embarrassment and silently cursed at Paimon and her blabbing, "Yes, Diluc, the same boy who gave me the cecilia flower crown and Kaeya please don't make this worse."

Adelinde neared her side of the table and quietly placed a new spoon for her to use as she tenderly rubbed her back as if to noiselessly encourage her. She whispered her thanks and leaned back on her chair and looked at Diluc, "I will try my best to give a brief 'summary' of what exactly happened to me in Inazuma and spare you the...intimate parts."

"Oh? You have been intimate with him then."

"I would appreciate it if you do not open your mouth for the rest of the night, Kaeya, if you don't want to take Thoma's place from being throttled."

After a not-so-long explanation of Y/N's Inazuma exploitation which was mostly interrupted by Diluc's unnecessary comments and Kaeya's teasing remarks which made Y/N blush hard.

Diluc eyed his sister with squinted eyes as he tried to process the information she gave him. After a minute, he eventually gave in and slowly stood up from the table, "So long as he protected you and is trusted by the traveler, I will trust him as well. However, before I give my final verdict, I would like to meet him."

And with that said, he trudged away the table and up to his office. The table was silent after Diluc left but quickly recovered as Y/N let out a loud groan. "Oh my Archons, that was more difficult than confessing my feelings." she whined as she grabbed the bottle of wine and poured more into her glass. "At least you managed to tell him without those lovey-dovey details you gave me," Kaeya mused as he took a sip of his wine.

Paimon nods her head in agreement, "You got that right! It was almost sickening to witness the so-called confession when all they did was kis-"

"PAIMON, ZIP IT BEFORE I TURN YOU INTO A STICKY HONEY ROAST!"

Kaeya laughed at his sister going at it with the traveler's flying companion. His shoulders weighed less now that he sees his sister safe and happy, "I will be rooting for you and Thoma, dear sister. Wouldn't want to see you at Cape Oath once again slaughtering the poor slimes."

Y/N seized her body and her fingers hastily found each other and began to fidget, "...Well, if Thoma isn't the man who can make me feel this way, I wouldn't miss him so much that it almost hurts. Almost-- DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, PAIMON!"

"If that's the case, should we expect a little niece or nephew any time soon?"

"Kaeya for the last time--"

<<~~~~~~~~~~>>

The Windcoming Day has finally arrived and the people of Mondstadt gathered around Springvale for the toasting ceremony, their spirits filled with radiance and elation. However, Y/N was not feeling the same spirits as them as she walked towards the Statue of the Seven at Windrise. Y/N bowed her head and held her hands together, her silent prayer to the Anemo Archon flowed along the wind.

"I knew I felt a familiar presence nearby!" a friendly voice chirped from behind her. She sighed and turned around and saw the green-clad bard gently smiling at her, "Why did I think you wouldn't hear me?" she rhetorically asked under her breath.

Venti placed a hand to his chest in feign hurt, "What kind of God would I be if I would not be able to hear my children's prayers? Of course I'd hear you! I normally just don't show up in person." he playfully answered her. "So what ails my dear child's heart and who is this lad that managed to pull on your strings with such vigor."

Y/N exhaled and hugged herself before she responded, "It's not that important, really. I just...miss him much more than I thought. I have never really felt like this before with my past, uh, partners." she woefully mumbled before she shook her head. "Ugh, why am I even telling you this when you should be worrying about your so-called appearance later as Barbatos."

The Anemo Archon walked up to her and stood next to her, his green eyes wandered up the statue, "You know, I'm actually surprised you came here and prayed to me. I haven't heard you pray in years, made me believe you lost your faith in me."

"If I were to be honest with you, I did lose my faith after two very important people in my life within a week." she confessed quietly to the Archon next to her. "However, after witnessing how you worked when Dvalin was brainwashed by The Abyss Order, my faith seemed to return little by little."

She felt Venti stand a bit straighter as his ego rise, she rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. "My faith in Barbatos returned, but my faith in Venti? Yeah, I'm not so sure about that." she teased him.

"Your words wound me sometimes, Lady Y/N! Never mind that, I would like to hear more of your troubles before we set off to Springvale for the toasting ceremony." Venti offered, a smile on his face emerged as he saw Y/N facial features softened at the thought of her beloved.

<<~~~~~~~~~~>>

"Do my eyes deceive me or is that Miss Lisa I see?" Y/N expressed playfully. Lisa giggled at her, "Oh my, hello there Miss Y/N. Fancy seeing you at a festival for once. Is it safe to assume that you don't have any work to do?" Lisa poked fun at her, her signature smirk formed on her lips. Y/N waved a hand at her, "Please, I still have to go and check Angel's Share's stall in a bit to make sure every thing is going smoothly. Are you here for Razor? I spoke with the traveler about them helping the poor boy recreate the wine his late parents made."

Lisa sighed as her eyes softened a bit, "Yes, I actually came here since I was still concerned but I spoke with my little wolf cub and reassured me that the wine-making went smoothly." she disclosed to Y/N. She nodded her head, feeling relieved to hear that it went well.

The two continued to chat until the Acting Grand Master stood up on the small stage set up to greet everyone and announce Venti's performance.

As Venti performed, his soothing voice drifted along the wind as too his lyre's tune. The audience was silent and watched him beautifully presented his composition.

When he finished, the crowd applauded him as they preached, "To the Anemo Archon!"

Y/N robotically excused herself from Lisa and silently moved to their stall. She would've approached the traveler's group, but she felt ill and anxious at the joyous event being held as she never really was one for such affair.

She busied herself at the back of the stall, checking the amount of barrels they had in stock as she was feeling restless. When she was about to clean the countertop when she felt the wind pick up, the stall's bell chimed along. She moved her hands to tie up her hair when she heard a whisper that came along the wind.

"Ease thy heart filled with woe; for the wind has brought home your beau."

Y/N froze and her heart sped up its pace, "What do you mean by that?" she whispered, half expecting Venti would respond, as she finished up tying her hair. She continued to clean the countertop in an attempt to stop thinking about what the wind whispered while she inaudibly cursed at Venti for sending the wind instead of himself, footsteps approached the stall.

She mentally prepared herself to interact with the customer and mustered up her best customer service voice, "Welcome to Angel's Share! What would you like to- Holy shit!"

Immediately she slapped her hands to her mouth, ignoring the stinging pain on both her hands and face as her eyes felt hot as she stared at the person in shock.

Thoma gave her his best smile and waved, "Hi, I would like to have your special Fruits of the Festival please. Oh and if it's allowed, I would love it if I could speak with the barkeeper." he requested gleefully.

"What are you doing here?" was the smartest sentence she gave to him. Thoma chuckled and pulled out a sheet of paper, "My Lord actually bought me ticket behind my back and said something along the lines of 'take this long overdue vacation back to Mondstadt and enjoy your time their at the festival' before he practically kicked me out hahaha."

Without any thought, she quickly moved out of the stall and wrapped her arms around him, "What the hell, remind me to punch Ayato in the face next time." Y/N mumbled as tears managed to escape her eyes. Thoma hugged her back tighter and swayed them side to side.

They pulled back and Y/N immediately grabbed his face and kissed him to which he reciprocated. The people whistled and cheered at the couple while The Traveler and Paimon covered Klee's eyes.

"You're here," she whispered against his lips as soon as they pulled apart, her thumbs rubbed the apples of his cheeks. "How long would you be staying here?" she asked.

Thoma mirrored her motions and smiled at her, "I'll be here for a really long time, darling."

Y/N's breath hitched as she looked up to her lover's eyes, "What do you mean by that?" she asked him. Thoma held her hands and leaned into her touch, "My Lord not only bought me the tickets for a month's of vacation but also offered a proposal that within the month I can choose to either stay here for good or I can return home to Inazuma. I had enough time to think about it on the way here and I chose that my home is where you are." he explained to her.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Thoma chose to stay with her in Mondstadt when he has told her countless times that he felt at home in Inazuma despite being homesick. "Wait are you sure you don't need more time to think about this? Where will you stay? Does your mom know you're back? Oh my Archons, I haven't visited your mom yet either-"

"Darling," Thoma interrupted her rambles. "Like I said, I had enough time to think about this. I will be staying with my mother before getting my own place to stay, so you don't need to worry about that."

Y/N bit her lip as she contemplated the situation. She has dreamed about this moment and now that it's happening, she began feeling unsure. She shook her head to get rid of the negative thoughts and smiled up at him, "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to come to Mondstadt with me."

Thoma laughed and kissed the palm of her hand, "I'm pretty sure you have been asking me for months back in Inazuma." Y/N moved her hand to fiddle with the collar of his jacket and smirked, "So I really got you now, huh." she teased as she leaned in for another kiss.

"You really do got me, Mi'lady. I'm all yours."

"That's really cute you're using that tone on me right now but I think you have to meet my brothers first before we do anything here."

"O-Oh, right."

*scrambles off the messy heap of pillows* IM FINALLY DONE

this was so hard to make bc i wanted this to be written perfectly but i still feel like its missing smth and its a bit rushed (also maybe bc every time i write them being lovely i get jealous :>) anyways, hope y'all enjoyed this one!

[glitchyfuzzy]

casual if chappell roan had brainrot

knee deep in the skibidi seat and you're rizzing me up is it fantum tax now? two weeks and your mom invites me to her goon cave in ohio is it fantum tax now?

[doomzday-zone]

who wanna talk to me about my ocs<333

[suhnshinehaos]

the way back part two tomorrow… this time featuring cheolyn’s friends (+ cheolyn stan twt)

[365partygrl]

good luck babe, chappell roan. ౨ৎ @fruitpoem

‟ it's fine, no it's cool. you can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth. ” and they don't mean to be bitter, honestly. lydia's exterior is naturally hardened. it's not something she can particularly help. and she doesn't really want them to feel bad about the situation at hand, but god dammit if she isn't tired of this happening over and over. ‟ look, i don't wanna call it off. but you don't wanna call it love. so what else is there to do? ”

[sugarbcnes]

💿 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: BOTTOM BITCH ! !

“YOU’RE GONNA FORGET SHE EVER EXISTED.”

BLURB after your messy break up with ellie, you begin to push every boundary you can.

ABBY ANDERSON x FEMALE! READER — SMUT , 1850 WORDS

TLOU MASTERLIST — NAVIGATION

WARNINGS: Straight up porn. DOM! Abby. Spanking. Choking kink. Usage of strap-on. Pussy slapping. Profanity. Alcohol Consumption. Lesbian themes. SMUT. + Ellie slander lol. + For context, the song Abby and Y/N are dancing to is “Tenerte De Nuevo” by Nezza. I heard it and thought about Abby lol.

You stare up at her through thick dark lashes as your tongue slips out to find your straw. Soft lips coated with the slick sheer of your punch-pink lipgloss wrap around its tip, sipping the strawberry daquiri in your manicured hands.

A pout sits on Abby’s lips, brows arched as she looks down at you. Her arms are crossed, hands resting on her burly biceps.

“What do you want?”

You lean your elbow on the bar as you swirl your straw in your melting drink, your hip popped out. Her eyes travel for a millisecond, following the curve over your waist and hips that are barely hidden by your baggy low waisted jeans and tiny top.

“You looked lonely,” you frown and Abby knows better than to believe the expression on your face, “wanted to buy ya’ a drink.”

Abby too leans on the bar, hand now on her hip.

“Wouldn’t wanna get your girlfriend’s panties in a twist,” she grumbles, “where is she, anyway?”.

“Ex-girlfriend.”

The correction has Abby raising her eyebrows.

“You don’t say.”

You had always been friends with Abby. Bestfriends even at one point until you turned 18 and went to college where you met Ellie Williams. By her own sheer luck, Ellie didn’t like Abby and for the next 3 years, drove a wedge between the two of you until your childhood friend became a stranger.

The bartender makes her way over to you, smiling as you lean forward so she can hear you better.

“Two tequila shots, please!”

“We only have house, is that okay?”.

You nod, turning your gaze back to Abby.

“I like your hair.”

You remembered how she loved her long hair and how she always loved doing it in a braid. It was cut short now. Extremely short.

Slipping the bartender some note bills, you take your order from her.

Your hand finds Abby’s as you pick up the salt bowl, eyes never leaving hers as your tongue flattens on the back of her hand before you sprinkle a line of salt.

You lick it off, eyes only leaving hers for a second as you throw back the shot and then bite into the lime.

Her sharp facial expression doesn’t change as she reaches for her own shot glass, throwing it straight back. She swears she sees something twinkle in your eyes. The taste burns her throat just the way she likes it.

That was hot.

The last beat of JLO’s “On The Floor” plays before it fades into the next track.

The rhythm of the spanish tune has you swaying your hips, placing down your drink and reaching to grab Abby’s hand instead.

“Dance with me, Ab.”

She doesn’t turn you down, instead she lets you lead her into the crowd of bodies on the dance floor.

Your hips sway to the harmony, your hands coming up to graze your hips and trail up your stomach.

Abby can’t stop herself as her hands reach out for your hips, guiding them towards her until your body rocks against hers.

She notices the tipsy flush on your cheeks and the end of your nose as your hands rest on her chest, bodies moving in motion together.

She doesn’t know if it’s the haze of the club or if it’s your perfume but she can’t stop the growing heat in her stomach.

God, Ellie Williams was a fucking idiot.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she watches your blissed out state. Your eyes find hers burning into your skin and your arms circle around her neck. She doesn’t realise just how close the two of you are into your breath fans against her lips.

Up close, your eyes dance across her nasal freckles, giddy as you familiarise yourself again with her lust frosted eyes.

“Kiss me.”

She didn’t need to tell you twice before your lips pressed to hers, hungry and desperate.

Her fingers dig into your hips, the clashes of teeth and tongue in your heated kiss are sure to get you kicked out with a single glance from the bouncer.

That’s why you’re in your bedroom, caged by her solid arms on either side of your head as you lay bare underneath her.

Thick fingers brush down the soft skin of your stomach as she keeps you indulged in a slow, deep and sensual kiss. With each pull for air, your head subconsciously lifts to follow her lips, whining softly at the loss of contact.

Clothes discarded on the floor long ago, your bare skin is only illuminated by the milky glow of the moonlight and the vanilla and patchouli scented candle burning on her night stand.

The pads of her fingers graze over the lips of your cunt, instantly slicked with your syrupy nectar.

She stands up, pulling you by your legs to the end of the bed. She hooks her hands under your knees and lifts them until they’re pressed just below your shoulders. Her tongue flattens against your clit and you drawl out a long moan.

She feasts as if she’s been starving for decades, sucking your clit into her mouth along with two of her thick digits that are knuckles-deep inside of you, curling and thrusting to massage your gummy walls.

Abby doesn’t even care about how messy she’s being, your juices already dripping down her knuckles onto your bedsheets. Your knees press together, thighs almost crushing Abby’s head as your push her away, begging her to stop before you burst.

Your hips squirm, loud whimpers leaving your lips as your clit is hit with cold air when Abby pulls away.

Her fingers speed up, hitting the spot that Ellie never managed to hit.

“Abby, no!” you begged, shaky hand fumbling for her wrist, “Stop! I feel- I’m gonna- ah!”.

It coats her face and her chest, dripping down her torso. Her jaw slacks as her lips part and you can see her tongue press to the roof of her mouth as she seems shocked.

You feel a small part of you die inside when she looks up at you, your head hitting the bed as you cover your face with your hands. Your legs fall slack on the bed as she moves and suddenly big hands case your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

“I’m sorry-”

“Why are you embarrassed?”.

You look at her, stumped.

“I-”.

You stop and Abby knows you’re holding back.

“Tell me, baby,” she says quietly, fingers curling under your chin, “why are you apologising? why are you sorry for having an orgasm?”.

You gulped and responded in a small voice, “Ellie didn’t like when I made a mess.”

Abby scoffed.

“If you squirting means I’m doing anything right, make all the mess you want, Princess.”

She senses your uneasiness, large hand travelling to grasp lightly around your throat.

“I promise you, angel,” she tilts her head, “when you’re with me, you’re gonna’ forget she ever existed.”

The slight pressure of her grasp around your neck elicits a gasp from your lips, quickly swallowing it with a kiss. Her tongue slips into your mouth as you grip her strong biceps for leverage. Her kisses have you cloudy minded and drunk on her taste, blissed dumb to the point where you begin to let your cunt control your words rather than your brain.

“Need you so bad,” you say between kisses, “want your cock, Abby.”

She smiles against your lips, pulling back to look at you.

“Need me to fuck this pretty little cunt, yeah? will that make ya’ feel better?” she teases, massaging your tits in her hands, “needa’ be fucked dumb, don’t you, Princess?”.

You nod, chewing your bottom lip until it’s red and swollen.

The eight and half inches of black and pink silicone slips into your velvety walls with ease, your toes curling as you let out strangled whines due to the stretch. Your honeyed juices coat the faux cock perfectly enough for Abby to push forward smoothly.

You squeal when a loud smack! rebounds off the plush skin of your ass.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”.

Her voice echoes in your ears, your eyelids dropping shut as you savour it all.

Her hand presses against your stomach, making your hips squirm slightly, “fills you up, doesn’t it?”.

She doesn’t give you time to nod before she begins her rhythm, hips snapping into yours beastly as she mercilessly fucks your cunt.

“Oh my god,” you cry out, “Abby!”.

The curve of it, the length and her rhythm. You can’t help yourself now with the sounds swirling in your chest, letting go as she ruins your pussy.

There’s a dainty jingling in her ear as she hooks your ankle over her shoulder, the gold anklet dangling by her hair.

Your eyes squeeze shut as she bursts through the barrier of a deep spot you didn’t even know you had. The tip pushes against the sweet new discovery, butterflies in your stomach and fire burning the pump of your veins. Your back arches and your fist clench your sheets.

“Fuck, right there!”.

She continues to fuck into that very spot as uncontrolled moans and gasps leave your mouth. Fingers brushing over your clit, she rubs circles into the puffy bud.

“Such a little whore for this cock, hey pretty?” she taunts, “my pretty baby.”

A sharp slap is felt on your clit, your hips jolting.

“Say it.”

Her hiss tone has your stomach in knots as your fingers tug at her short locks.

“ ‘m your pretty baby, Abby.”

“Good girl,” she coos, placing a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips.

Your screams got louder the closer you got to your orgasm, the coils in your stomach unravelling as Abby whispered sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

Your world becomes blurry and you’re disoriented by the pleasure, Abby’s lips marking your neck with dark hickeys.

“So good, oh my god!” you cry out, your fists in her hair are clenched now and Abby knows you’ve hit your high.

“Open your eyes, baby,” she says, hand stroking your jaw, “want you to see who’s making you cum like this.”

Your eyes crack open as much as they can in your fucked-out state and you look up at her. Oh, how you’ve missed her.

You could feel her deep in your gut, euphoric senses grasping your hazy brain as her hips stutter. She gives one last weak thrust before she pulls out.

You writher, weak and dazed, underneath her.

Milky, sweet cum leaks from your pussy, a thick layer of it covering Abby’s strap-on.

Quickly undoing it, she discarded it with the stored reminder to wash it when she gets up.

Her fingers hold your face, searching for any consciousness in your blank eyes.

“You okay?” she says softly, thumb running over your cheekbone.

You hum and give her a small smile.

“Never better.”

Ellie who?

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[skitskatdacat63]

It's so hard to stay locked into the race weekend when all I can think abt for the past 3 weeks is Dune...I thought rewatching it would sate my desire but it's honestly made it worse and I think I'm gonna have to rewatch it again this wknd sjfkkglg I seriously think I have an addiction. I've definitely had obsessions w movies, like I had the same longing to rewatch with The Batman and Oppenheimer, but I was ultimately pretty sated, y'know? And I'm rly not the type that can often rewatch movies. Meanwhile with Dune, I'm like yeah ill go see it again AND watch part 1 again before I go 😭😭 what is happening to me ;;;;;

[thesingingrevolution]

this tgaa 1-5 trial is so fun….. ive been laughing and being gagged the whole time. Love it

[gyuzgrl]

oh my god if u make a pt2 i’ll go to heaven. fr i’ll go crazy

pt1 was already so perfect…. ur so amazing omg thank u thank u thank u

by any chance will u include the cum stuffing from the req? 🥹

mhm breeding kink seungkwan here we come ;)