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hypnagogics · 7 months ago

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Okay.. but like, loser ellie but she’s also a stoner and explains the entire lore of spider man to you while you’re trying to have seggs and she’s like stoned out of her mind and yapping about literally spider man 😭

before you read!!

☆: THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING LMFAO had me dying for like 10 mins straight. this is longer than intended bc im a yapper as we know, and i kinda don't know much of the spiderman lore (and you can def tell oops)…BUT I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS NONNIE.

◇: sfw but suggestive themes. warning: FAR from my best work, just wanted to keep momentum going ig. basically just fluff, lots of buildup as usual SORRY i have to establish a plot before we get to the good stuff…they're of age obviously, their relationship is left vague/up for interpretation so fill in the blanks w/ your own thoughts! “babe” pet name usage, consumption of weed, duh. ok i suppose that's all. OH AND SBWM REFERENCE HAHAHA (shameless self plug :3) + 1.0k wc.

One nice, regular night, chilling at Ellie’s humble abode, getting high, the usual Friday evening activities. You both were laying down in her bed, wrapped up in her dinosaur bedsheets of course, you were resting your head on her chest, occasionally coughing and swatting away the residual smoke that lingered in the air.

The weed had made your head fuzzy and your mouth drier than the Sahara desert, but despite all the not-so-great things, you loved to get high with Ellie.

Sometimes you'd fuck, sometimes you'd talk about life and reminisce about the good, the bad, and the ugly, and sometimes you'd just lay there to enjoy each other's company.

She was so warm and comfortable, you simply wished to merge bodies and become one with her, to make a home inside her ribcage even. You'd be perfectly fine just napping there on her cushiony chest, listening to her steady heartbeat and slow intakes of breath, if it wasn't for the familiar ache of need between your legs.

Shifting to look up at her, she was so incredibly zooted out of her mind, you found it hilarious. Chunky glasses covered in fingerprint smudges and sitting crooked atop her nose, eyes blood-red and so heavy lidded, you'd have thought she was asleep had you not taken a closer look.

You lifted yourself up and pressed your lips to the side of her pink cheek, repeatedly kissing her soft, smooth skin. She let out a husky giggle, her voice all hoarse and crackly from the substance. “Hiiii.”

She dragged out the vowel, grinning widely at you. Her smile was infectious, and you laughed at her state. Burying your face again in the crook of her neck, you mumbled, “Hi Ellie…you're so cute.”

Tangled up together, you kissed her some more on her neck, wanting to be as close as possible to her. She sighed, and angled her head to give you better access to more surface area. “That feels nice.” She'd slur, and you were pretty turned on at this point, to say the least.

It was worth asking. “Ellie…do you wanna fuckkk?” You whisper against her ear, and watch in delight as the bright-red blush spreads across her entire face like a wildfire, even reaching her collar, and spreading underneathyour shirt. “Um, yeah, duh. C’mere.”

You pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, tangling your hands in her auburn locks and parting your puffy lips to invite her tongue in, not noticing the spit dribble down your chin where your faces met. Her breathing quickened immediately, and she whined into your mouth, the kisses getting even messier to the point where your teeth were clinking together, so you backed away for a breather.

The two of you shifted positions so she was now on top of you, resting her hand on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles. She moved in to initiate more lip-locking, but pulled away abruptly.

“Babe I forgot to tell you, so y’know Peter Parker, right?” And there she goes.

“Yeah, yeah I know him, can you just-” You try to rush past the beginnings of her rambling, because you knew once she got started, there was no end in sight. At least for a while.

You tried pulling her in to meet your lips again by the back of her head, but were met with lots of resistance. She seemed to look more alert now, a miracle. The power of superheroes!

She shuffled off of you and sat upright, assuming a cross-legged position, clearly not noticing your exasperated huffs and purposely obnoxious eye rolling, and the fact that there was a whole-ass human, half undressed, horny girl on her bed right there in front of her, who was slowly losing patience.

Ellie just went to her own world. Her eyes sparkled with passionate wonder as she thought about the series so dear to her heart. “Okay I rewatched all the movies a few days ago and I noticed something new…”

You were ready to give up what you originally had in mind, she was too far gone. She talked and talked endlessly, and you had to feign interest, nodding along and murmuring, “Mhm, yeah Els. Wow that's cool. Huh, never knew.” As enthusiastically as you could, so she didn't feel like she wasn't being listened to.

It was worth noting too though, when she started info-dumping about her interests she really was adorable, an excitement in her grassy eyes you never see otherwise, gesturing wildly with her hands and mapping out ideas to make it easy for someone who's never seen any of it to digest all this new information.

“...And then, in the movies Into the Spiderverse and Across the Spiderverse, there's this character called Gwen Stacy.”

She stops to cough and clear her throat, now seemingly appearing to completely forget that you were even there.

“And- oh yeah! She's also in the comics and ugh she's awesome, I really love her suit. It's got a hood on it…if I were to have a spider suit, it would be her style. Hm, it would also be mostly like, green…with red accents, ah I'm gonna show you all the sketches I made of it. But anyway…”

To be completely honest, you've been out of the mood for enough time now, and you've come to the realization that it actually didn't bother you.

This was Ellie, and you loved her for her! There was always next time you two met for a smoke session, you just loved spending time with someone so treasured such as her, and you'd be lying to say the Spiderman world wasn't a little interesting.

"That's so cool, wait. Okay can you explain the timeline of it all, oh and also how do all these different movies interact, is it the same universe, or something like the multiverse I think you mentioned?”

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seraphicsentences · 5 months ago

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all mine (pt.2)

closeted/in denial abby anderson x reader

pt.1: you told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame.

please click here!

tags: sub!abby, dom!reader, experienced!reader, mentions of owen, tbh trauma from owen, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, 69ing, dry humping, grinding, nonexplicit masturbation, lowkey voyeurism+exhibitionism ish? there’s plot i swear.

A/N: im well aware that i apologize in every post i make and that its redundant, but im still sorry that i took forever to write.

so. some of this may sound a little familiar from the first part, but it’s simply just drawing parallels between abby’s and your stances on one another.

this gets gradually worse and worse. i think the quality started landsliding once i reached the smut. enjoy!

it’s been near ‘round a week later, and abby’s avoiding you like the fucking devil. in fact— by the way she’s been acting, you think she might even believe so. she’s never felt so inexplicably thrown off. clickers, bloaters… couple of well-aimed shots and they’re no deal. but you? the ghost of your touches haunt her day and night. she’s like a woman possessed. and she’s insatiable.

her once weekly visits to the chapel have become daily: hour-long stays spent on her knees, prayers whispered hastily under her breath, eyes darting to paranoically try to catch potential eavesdroppers.

even owen, the air-headed asshole, has been left victim, or perhaps victor, to the effects of your actions. in a desperate attempt to ease her whirling mind, or rather, to ease the painful throbbing between her thighs, abby’s seemed to have turned to her boyfriend as a last ditch effort.

abby’s newfound flood of arousal, pooling and pleading, only to be met by owen’s two incher every night have had his ego blowing up fucking obnoxiously.

“god, abby, you’re fuckin’ desperate for my dick lately,” he’d gloat, hilariously blind to his girlfriend’s infidelity.

unfortunately for abby, her pathetic resorts have done nothing to quiet the moaning mess of guilt-filled memories. if anything, they’ve done quite the opposite.

she’s been left to the mercy of her palm, heel of it digging into her clit while she’s beside the sleeping figure of owen, straining every massive muscle in her body to give her that orgasm she so badly needs.

it’s to no avail, though. stuck gasping and tearing up against a pillow, her poor pussy crying for some semblance of relief. and what’s left is a week-long edged abby anderson, ms. “top soldier”, who’s back to shooting no better than a freshly new recruit.

what’s up with that, hm?

2am now, in the isolated west dormitory’s showers, and abby’s at it again. her body starving for your touch; your sinful, corrupting, addictive touch, and she’s failing to appease her needs once more.

“mmph- fuck, ah-please,” abby begs into her forearm, groaning as two thick fingers plunge deep into her sopping hole, thrusting in and out messily.

it’s exhausting to fuck the way you do. even with her arms the impressive size they are, it’s impossibly demanding to reach every nerve you had reached, filthy sounds echoing along the tile walls, taunting her.

abby knows what’s coming, or really, the lack of it.

skin pink from the heat of the water, she abandons her effort, shutting the stream off with a squeak and ventures the locker room to get dressed for the night.

her mind wanders to you— that’s all it ever seems to do as of recently, and she thinks about how she almost misses your antics. she can’t place her finger on what it is exactly about you that makes her chase every teasing interaction so masochistically.

maybe it’s your lopsided smile that lures her in, or that glint in your eye she gets caught up in. or maybe it’s just that she knows she shouldn’t want you, and it’s so deliciously wrong, and that’s why she’s got to have you.

towel flung over her shoulder, abby makes her way out, only to stop in her tracks when she hears the loud slam of a locker door.

what the fuck? wasn’t the bathroom empty when she last checked??

cheeks burning at the mistaking of her privacy, she swivels the corner, furious to see who the fuck else is using the west dorm showers at this hour. of all the hours.

and, well, abby’s frozen in place when she’s met with the sight of a mystery someone’s bare back. but oh, how she recognizes you, you and your wet hair, slinging droplets down your smooth skin, trailing lower and lower and-

you cough, breaking her trance. baby blue eyes dart up, caught, as you slide your tank on, smirking.

“hey, anderson.”

that just about does it for her. abby slams an open locker door shut, almost sprinting out of the room.

and really, there’s no choice but for you to follow her, practically hunting her down as she sharply turns down random hallways, clearly attempting to outrun you. abby makes a wrong turn soon enough, and you honestly think you might burst out into laughter because of the funny way fate seems to string the two of you together.

the blonde’s backed herself into a corner, and it just so happens to be your residential corner. you can’t help but wonder if she already knew where your room was located.

“scared, anderson?” slips out of your mouth, and it feels significant, reminiscent of the week before. you stare her down, wet strands clinging to her skin to match yours, and it’s like the two of you know what’s to come with your words. the inevitable.

you’re not sure which one of you moves first, rubber band of tension snapping as your lips collide in a catastrophic sort of way. you’re scrambling to blindly dial your dorm code in and tugging abby by her shirt in a tangle of limbs and saliva.

“i’ll play nice,” you pant, “even after that disappearing stunt you pulled last week.”

abby laughs, whispering, “whoops,” under her breath before pulling you in for another dizzying kiss, tongue eagerly curling into your mouth like she’s been waiting years for a taste.

you wrap your fingers around her hair with a tug, and the low groan that escapes from the back of abby’s throat has you repeating the motion again and again as you veer her backwards to fall atop your bed. you follow, straddling her, not wanting to spend a second apart from the fucking drug that her mouth is.

your hips grind down on their own, burning and desperate for stimulation. abby, in return, wraps a strong hand around your throat, pulling you even deeper into a sloppy kiss to swallow your moans as she pushes her hips up to meet yours.

“fuck,” you gasp, clit catching against the seam of your shorts with every roll.

abby’s mind has gone blurry with arousal, drunk off the satisfaction of finally getting what her body’s begged for. every pretty noise that slips out of your mouth sends pulses of pleasure straight through her bundle of nerves, and every touch of skin has her feeling set ablaze.

but as always, she needs more.

she maneuvers you easily under her big frame, your head tipping back in a soft whine as she latches herself onto your throat, biting and soothing your skin over.

she’s lodged a leg in between your own, mimicking your position as she wildly bucks her hips down onto you. “please,” she breathes out, tears welling in her eyes with how foreign this feeling is. she can’t bring herself to care about how needy she’s acting, because to starve, is to take anything.

“just like that, baby, you’re soaking my thigh,” you coo, continuing to dry hump her leg like she’s nothing but a toy to you. the whimper she lets out at the name you call her is downright criminal, and the way her movements pick up have you groaning it out again. “c’mon baby, make a mess of yourself for me,” you grab her meaty hips, grinding her harder down against you.

“gonna-“ she gasps into your neck, before shuddering against you as she cums with a cry, muscular thighs holding you so desperately tight in place. you almost scream, caught in the iron grip she has your body in, stopped so close to your own finish. you dig your nails into the flesh of abby’s hips, hearing her moan as the pain mixes with pleasure, and echo the sound yourself as the burning in your core starts up again.

“just let me, for a minute- i need you- just stay here, shit,” you ramble, gripping her hair for leverage while you fuck yourself faster against her thigh.

every twitch of a muscle beneath your soaked pussy has you reeling, unable to wrap your mind around what a massive fucking crime it is, for another woman not to have experienced the absolute blessing it is to have abby anderson’s defined-ass thigh to grind on.

you glance down at abby, and the fucked-out expression she has on, all watery doe-eyed as she peers up at you, mesmerized, has you throbbing enough to match your heart rate.

curse after curse flies out of your mouth as she attaches her mouth to your neck again, biting down as you let go of that coil tugging on your navel.

abby’s no sooner clambering atop you, diving in to taste your sounds as she scoops you onto her lap, practically growling, “fuckin’ get over here,” under her breath.

as your vision returns, she attacks your mouth with a sloppy kiss, colliding teeth, and you’re unbearably hungry for more.

“let me- i’m gonna taste you,” you breath out, shoving abby’s back down with a push.

she falls back with a soft thud, eyes not leaving you once. “please, fuck- taste me, have me,” abby affirms, scrambling to tug her shorts off.

the massive soaked patch at the center her boxers have your eyes rolling into your skull. “shit, anderson,” you run a finger over her clothed slit, giggling as she jerks her hips up.

“shut up,” she rasps, her words harsh, but the small smile on her face says otherwise.

you grin up at her, “didn’t say anything,” before licking a fat stripe up her covered pussy.

her response is immediate, hands fisting into your hair to pull your mouth closer, actions the epitome of more, more, more.

you flatten your tongue, licking, and meshing her arousal with your saliva to entirely soak her boxers wet. you wrap your lips around where you guess to be her clit, based off the place her legs tremble when your tongue reaches it, and suck hard.

“there,” abby whines out, back flying off the mattress, and you’re so very desperate to see what other fun reactions she has in store for you, you grab at her waistband to unveil her pretty dripping pussy.

up close, face to face, you get to really admire the work of art she is. the divets of muscle adorning her thighs frame her pussy almost in a greek-goddess sort of way. light brownish-blonde curls of hair that reach out to your mouth, trying to pull you in closer. she’s beautiful. you’re in complete control of her right now, and holding the reins of such an unreal being has you groaning into her slick eagerly, hands holding her spread wide open while you feast.

you’re dipping your tongue into her sopping mess, teasing and thrusting, feeling her gummy walls flutter around every brush of the muscle. you dart a thumb up to circle her puffy clit, red, from her earlier actions, and the way abby’s legs kick up— almost hitting you in the face, has you giggling again into her pussy. the vibrations of your laugh make abby squeal, thighs clamping around your head, and then she’s tugging at your hair, chanting, “stopstopstopstop,” and you, of course, oblige immediately.

your face comes up covered in her wetness, arousal dripping from your chin as you lick your lips in an halfhearted attempt to clean yourself up. “sorry, sorry, i- did you want me to stop?” you ramble, concerned that you might’ve gone a little too far this time, getting yourself involved with a taken straight girl.

abby’s face flushes a deep red, even darker than it had been from your actions, as she catches her breath and looks away. “no, i- can you, uhm.”

you catch on to her hesitation, newer to sex thats more than just, well, dick. you rub her calves soothingly, “use your words, baby, you got it.”

she visibly gulps, thighs pressing tight around your body, “can i?” she asks, almost sulkily as her hands move to tug at your shorts.

“oh-!” slips out of your mouth, surprised, “yeah, yeah you can.”

she lets out a soft okay, tugging harder now, slipping her calloused fingers under your waistband as well so as to drag both down together. abby’s groans, low and heady, at the sight of your glistening pussy, practically dripping down your thighs from just getting her off. “this too,” she murmurs, sliding your tank off before you can blink.

she’s pulling you in closer, as if she’s in a trance, as she wraps her lips hesitantly around one of your perked nipples. the high-pitched sigh you let out is more than enough encouragement for her to continue, warm tongue flicking at it as she sucks around your breast. “is this okay?” she pulls away to whisper, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she looks up at you, eyes wide.

“fuck- yes, just,” you push her head back in, her lips abiding immediately as they gently pull at your nipple, teeth grazing the most sensitive parts of your chest as you arch your back into it, quiet moans ringing in her air.

all of a sudden you’re being turned around, confused, until your hips are being lifted up towards abby’s stuck-out tongue and you’re shaking with your face pressed to her thigh while she experimentally kitten-licks around your hole, unknowingly teasing you.

her nose brushes ever-so-slightly over your pulsing clit as her tongue passes just over your dripping mess, and it has you crying out, “there, please- right there, please,” breath hot over her own throbbing pussy.

her hips jerk up at the sensation, and you take the hint— latching your lips around her own clit and stuffing two fingers easily into her hole, moaning at the feeling of her squeezing tight around you.

it’s no wonder abby’s the top soldier of wlf. for a girl who’s only ever been with the most lacking, vanilla man ever, she picks up fast. each action of yours is borderline self-serving, with the way abby’s mimicking every move not even a moment after, so adorably eager to please.

abby had this insistent need to pull every pretty sound from you, whether she got it through grazing her teeth against your clit, or curling a thick finger against your g-spot, she was determined to hear it— to the point where you thought she might’ve even needed it. and it’s what made sex with her so intoxicating.

she wasn’t like any of the other girls you typically hooked up with, and that’s not to say the girls you usually got with were bad to fuck… they just weren’t as invested in your pleasure as you were with theirs. and as the type to get off on giving rather than receiving, this was especially new. you’ve never been with someone like you. and god, does it take the cake.

abby’s really coming to terms with all the ways she can use her especially large everythings to make you feel good, murmuring into your pussy, “‘m fuckin’ splitting you open with my fingers, pretty,” as she pushes in a third finger to your sopping hole, relishing in the squelch that comes with the thrust.

your thighs shake around her head, stimulated beyond compare as you continue your ministrations on abby’s pussy, humming mhms into it to encourage more of her bolder ventures.

“mm-fuck, can feel you choking my fingers. you gonna cum, hm?” she mumbles cockily, the high from your reactions sending her mind into a frenzy.

“shit, please, need it so bad,” you croak out, taking only mere seconds apart from tonguing down her puffy clit.

“ah- god, me too, pretty. cum on my tongue,” she says, and the fucking vulgarity of it, so downright shocking to hear from ms. straight christian prude over here, has you riding your orgasm out, trembling heat overtaking your body like a california wildfire. matched moans come from beneath you, as abby’s hips fuck up against your mouth, legs flexing deliciously as the two of you reach your peaks together, the world slowing.

you slide your body off of hers, turning around to be met with a sight to behold. your cum, all over abby’s mouth, shining on the tip of her nose, remnants leaked onto her chin— and you have not a doubt you look the same mess. you yank her into a sloppy kiss, fluids mixing in your mouths in the most animalistic nature.

“i’m not done with you,” you say, eyebrows scrunched as you take in her fucked-out expression.

“i know,” she whispers, “give me more,” she breathes out.

abby slips out of her tank, finally, using the cloth to gently wipe your face and hers, action a bit too intimate for what you guys have, but neither of you decide to call out on it.

“you gonna let me fuck you?” you ask quietly, running a hand over her chest softly, enamored, as abby shivers from your words.

“please fuck me,” she whimpers, tone all pouty and petulant as she watches your hand trace ambiguous shapes over her skin.

“so polite,” you tease lightly, pulling her in for a brief kiss before reaching over to your bedside drawer and pulling out your favorite strap, just the one for the special girl in front of you.

8 inches, hot pink, with a slight curve to it, but most importantly, never been used on anyone other than yourself, by yourself.

“it’s so-“ she stutters nervously, thighs rubbing together in anticipation as you secure the toy onto your hips.

“pretty?” you finish, unable to help your laugh as she looks at you, so clearly not thinking of your response.

“yeah,” she shrugs, “suppose it is.”

it’s quiet in the room as you finish latching the silicone dick onto yourself, the two of you settling into the weight of your impulse-fueled actions.

you gently pull open her closed legs, settling yourself between them as you tease her entrance with the tip of the toy, covering it with her cum. you then spit down onto it, twisting your hand around to coat, and hear abby ask, “what’re you doing?”

you continue to prep the toy with easy motions, committed by memory, “i know you’re soaked, anderson, but it’s still a dick you’re taking, baby.”

“i just mean- i, you know,”

you hum, “owen doesn’t put in the effort, huh? and i bet you’re not even a quarter as wet for him as you are for me,” scoffing.

“don’t-“

“it’s the truth though, isn’t it?”

“…yeah.”

“that’s what i thought.”

you thumb her clit in circles, using her slick as lube to rub over it smoothly, relishing in the way abby’s head falls back and her hips jolt up. “that’s it, ease up for me,” you murmur.

you prod again at her entrance with the toy, sliding the tip in slightly as she hisses, “‘m sti-still sensitive.”

“and you’re gonna take it like the fuckin’ slut you are, anderson, aren’t you?” you tsk, pushing a couple inches more into her.

“shit- yes, yes ma’am,” she whimpers out, legs threatening to close from the new stretch.

“because even after all that time in the shower, nothing can fill you like i do,” you finish, thrusting the full length of you into her tight pussy, abby nodding repeatedly as her back arches up.

her moans pick up alongside your hips, voice breaking with every thrust as you push into that one sensitive spot deep inside with obvious expertise.

“so, s-so go-od,” she cries, hands gripping into the bedsheets as she searches for some tie back to reality.

you smirk satisfactorily, fast pace fueled by the sight of abby’s open mouth, drool spilling out the sides as her voice grows hoarse from constant use. you fuck her hard, strength channeled from the anger you bore against her homophobic attitudes, and jealousy you garnered towards owen and his idiotic male self.

you lock your eyes with abby, sweat dripping down your face as you zero down on her, slamming into her pussy with no reprieve. “no more owen,” you say, each word punctuated by another deep thrust.

“this is so wrong, this is so fucked,” abby rambles, nervous eyes darting around the room so as to avoid your gaze. her eyebrows are tugged together, head shaking no: but no to argue your words, or no to agree with them?

“has something so wrong ever felt so good?” you pant out, “tell me baby.”

“i can’t, i can’t, i can’t,” she repeats, torn between what felt right in her head, and what felt so right in her heart. “turn me over,” she babbled, not wanting to head-on face the fucking sin-filled act she was committing.

“you tried running, baby. and how’d that work for you?” you ask, fed up. “you’re still back here, a fucking mess, and all for me.”

“what’s it gonna take for you to face the fact that you’re getting fucked by a girl, and it’s so much better than anything you’ve ever experienced?”

abby’s eyes scrunch tight, trying to tune you out, but her moans still wrench out from the back of her throat, guttural and unstoppable.

you slide out finally, earning you a soft whine of disagreement, toy dripping with her slick with the tip pressed against her folds. “look at me, abby.”

and fuck. she’s never taken notice to the fact that you’ve never said her name before—but god does it sound so pretty coming out of your mouth. and god is it enough to make her wrestle her eyelids open and stare you dead in the eyes, blue clashing with the darkness you reeked in.

“say that again,” she whispers, look full of pleading. 4 letters, 2 syllables, but it has her core tensing and her heart racing a mile.

“tell me you’re mine, abby,” you breath, and she almost finishes right there and then.

“i’m yours,” she says, a single tear breaking free from her right eye, baptizing her skin, absolving her of guilt.

“good,” you choke out, bottoming entirely into her as she releases a cry. your movements quicken, ravenous, chasing the sweet whines that fill the room.

abby’s tits bounce with each thrust, and you reach down to give her sensitive nipples a pinch, making her reach an all time new height of pleasure. her chest heaves, curses slur, as she squirms under your touch, nearing an unbearably overstimulated state.

“feels- gonna cum,” she moans, barely holding on.

“cum for me,” you demand, needing to see her fall apart now more than ever as you pound into her harder, fingers rubbing harsh circles into her clit.

“s-shit,” she gasps, throwing her head back as her walls tighten around the toy, “‘m- fuck, god- fuck! ‘m cumming!”

loud squelching noises overtake the room, complete with the sight of abby writhing beneath you as spurts of her juices drench your moving cock.

her chest heaves, mouth open in a silent scream as she comes down from her high, squirming with overstimulation.

you can see the moment her brain clicks, panic in her eyes clear as her skin turns pasty white.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to do that i don’t know how-“

“abby.”

“-that happened ive never done that before, like who-“

“abby.”

“-fucking pisses on someone like that i’m so sorry ill clean it-“

“ABBY.”

her eyes shoot up to meet yours, frame cowering as she mumbles a quiet apology again, so obviously uneducated in the realm of half-decent orgasms.

“you squirted, abby, you didn’t piss on me for christ’s sake. it was hot. now don’t worry about it, i’m very honored,” you chide lightly, cradling abby’s heated face in your hand.

you stand up, grabbing a clean towel and wetting it with warm water from your kettle. striding over, you spread abby’s legs lightly, running the towel gently over her worked-out center, breath hitching, hips jerking with your touch.

“why are you- you don’t have to-“ abby stutters, grabbing your wrist.

you pause, confused. “abby, i’m not a fucking dick, contrary to belief,” you scoff.

she doesn’t let go. “no that’s not what i- i didn’t mean it like that, it’s just, you know.” she waits for you to look up at her, before looking away. “you don’t have to fuss over me.”

a laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it. “you mean owen doesn’t-? yeah, who am i kidding, of fucking course he doesn’t ‘do aftercare,’ god, what a dick!” you groan, facepalming.

“abby, baby, this is fucking normal. owen just sucks,” you smirk, her cheeks flushing at your words. “let me take care of you,” you continue more softly, nudging her grip off as you drag the towel over her sternum next, cleaning off any remnants left from the two of you.

abby’s quiet now, eyes following your every movement, curious almost, a bit hesitant— as if she’s not sure what to do with herself in the meanwhile. she’s stiff to the touch, frame shrunken now due to the sheer vulnerability of it all. bare as the day she was born, and touched like she’s never done wrong a minute in her life.

she doesn’t know how to feel about it. wisps of hair tickle her nose, and so she scratches it, pushing her hair away, tugging it behind her ears. and you’re right there on it, wordlessly turning her around as you begin to comb through her hair loosely, pulling it into a simple braid. the same hairstyle she displays everyday, always done by her own hand: tight, knot-free, and burning into her scalp. a reminder to remain true to her virtues, live by strict rules, and not stray from the lord’s path.

but the way you braid is so different. you’re careful to tie in the tickling wisps, but not harsh. effective, but not pushing. with owen she feels like an accessory, but you make her feel like someone worth worshipping. and so, the only burning she feels is not on her scalp, but behind her eyes.

you do notice the subtle tremble in abby’s shoulders, droplets trickling down her cheeks as you weave her hair through, but you make no comment on it. certainly not with the way your own hands fumble her golden strands, fingers shaking into the knots. you tie the end of it up.

“i should go,” abby whispers, standing to grab her scattered clothes.

you remain seated, mouth opening and closing like a fish, as your lips struggle to wrap around the words your heart is singing out for.

you settle on one.

“stay,” you blurt, louder than you intended, the word ringing in the tense air.

abby freezes, hand outstretched towards her tossed shirt. her head edged just the slightest bit towards you, like subconsciously, she was waiting for you to say something.

“just- stay,” you whisper this time, more unsure. waiting for the rejection you know is to come. and while your brain is screaming for you to let her go, your eyes are hooked onto abby’s figure— searching intently for the smallest signal of her response.

you see her breath catch in her throat.

“okay,” she whispers back, and her head turns just enough for your gazes to lock, matched desperation surging.

she’s drawn back to the bed like a magnet pulled to its twin, the mattress dipping as she settles in the space beside you.

and abby feels the heat of your drilling stare, one she refuses to return. she has no more fire left in her, not for you, just contemplation. a longing for more, an urge to savor, an ache to feel.

so abby faces the door, and you face her back, waiting for the day she’ll turn around.

so what did we think guys?!?? this was 4.7k words. crazy.

ok. so notice the tear coming from her right eye during that whole end part of the sex. note that it came from her RIGHT eye. scientifically speaking, that’s a tear of joy. BOOOOOOM MIC DROP.

i, unfortunately, shot for the stars and tried to make this deeper. hard to do that when you’re not in touch with your emotions. so now you guys are stuck being confused. good luck!

anyways. the final scene is supposed to represent where they metaphorically stand in their relationship. reader is trying to bond with abby, or at least making an effort to, hence her facing abby. abby can’t come to terms with all this, but she’s trying! she’s not fully accepted the homosexual part of herself though, the side that comes out with reader, so she’s facing the door. FACING IT, not leaving through it. ;)

also, yes, owen goes in dry. it’s canon. do not come at me.

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@thelosstvalkyrie for photo creds ty baby <3

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rhaeheartzsquirrelz · 1 month ago

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Ellie Williams x Female Reader Headcannons

Only women can interact, sorry not sorry 😝

A/N: idk i got bored and just yapped (I use these for my fics btw, expect to see some of these being implemented).

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Fluff .☘︎ ݁˖

Keeps everything you give her. That includes gum and candy wrappers, unopened chocolates (it’s expired and probably molding), stuffed animals, tickets, and even pencils that she accidentally ended up breaking.

She keeps a box specifically for those things.

She’s definitely a hourder. Every little trinket she sees will be hers. On the ground or not, she’ll stuff it in her pockets, bring it home, and display it on her desk for you to see. Even though she tries to be nonchalant about it.

Loves when you cook, not because she can’t but because she claims that she food tastes a thousand times better when it’s made from your hands. Also because, apparently, your special ingredient is love.

Takes you out on museum dates so she can watch as you look up in curiosity at the display of skeletal remains of a dinosaur. She likes the fact that the two of you share interests, it gives her awkward-self something to talk about.

On the topic of awkward, the first time she’d ever had a conversation with you ended up becoming the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done in her life. Stuttering, pausing inbetween sentences, or just straight up forgetting what she was talking about pretty much sums it all up.

Stuffs her mouth with the sweets you bought. Next thing you know, the whole box is gone.

This woman YELLS when she’s on the game. Cursing every sentence turns into rage quitting and shutting off her console. Afterwards, she’ll immediately come to lay ontop of you and burry her face away into the crook of your neck; patiently leting you work your magic on easing her up.

Tells you that matching is childish but secretly ADORES the idea (Mainly so everyone knows you’re hers). You want matching pajamas? Done, she’s bought the two of you five pairs. Wanna get matching keychains? Ellie will handpick every trinket you like from her collection and grunt through the process of hand-making a one in a million keychain for the two of you.

She wears it everyday.

After her hard work she expects you to take care of her sore and achy fingers with extra love and attention. She’s talkin’ kiss the pain away and smother her with cuddles. Even spoil her with chocolates.

Loves when you call her baby. That special nickname gets her going; it might as well as be her motivation to wake up.

Likes being babied… (She’s not proud of it.)

Finds your weirdness endearing because she’s never been comfortable enough to openly be herself; dorky and cringe. She’d rather be nonchalant and act all tough, even though you see right through her act.

Makes dad jokes.

LOVESSS to hold your hand whenever the two of you are out. Small things like resting your head on her shoulder, giving her arm a squeeze, or even staring at her for a moment too long can get her red.

NSFW ༉‧₊˚.

She’ll memorize ever inch of your body during sex and use it as a reference for her drawings.

Her journal is now full of all the different poses the two of you had tried out.

Every little thing you do gets her giddy: squirming your hips, biting your lip, tugging at her hair, or even moaning her name, those are all the things that get her wet. Drenched even.

PS: she’ll get extra wet if you run your fingers to the back of her neck and hold onto her from there— you can ever grip at her hair and she’ll end up whining for more attention. (Even though YOU’RE the one getting strapped down.)

Likes to have you on your back with your legs spread so she can see just how good she’s doing you.

Loses her shit whenever you praise her. Whether it’s when she’s being ate out or when she’s pounding into you, she’s most likely to cum from just watching and hearing you.

Holds your hands in almost every position because that’s her silent way of showing you how mushy you make her. Also because she likes the idea that you’re still paying attention to her rather than the strap she has around her hip.

Loves how you taste. She could have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if she could.

Fav combo: fingering + oral. She swears it gets you (s)creaming.

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wh0re4elliewilliams · 9 months ago

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WHY DID THEY CUT ME OUT OF THE FRAME?!

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66stitches · 8 days ago

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dating ellie headcanons

CW: SFW, one headcanon references modern day rather than an apocalyptic world, reader described as having hair

daily click - palestine masterpost - tlou and israel

⛤ If you have trouble sleeping, she’d force herself to stay up all night with you.

“It’s fine, baby. I wasn’t even tired anyway,” she says red-eyed and half asleep.

⛤ Loves innocent showers together. She’d always ask you to shampoo her hair (and tries not to drift off as you’re massaging the shampoo onto her scalp).

But when she’s applying your shampoo, she’d give you random hairstyles she finds cool. A mohawk is her go-to.

⛤ She drools in her sleep :(

⛤ She’d absolutely be the type of person to hog the swings at the playground. She is SPRINTING for it as fast as she could before a little kid gets their hands on it first.

“Sorry, little dude. I was here first,” she says as the kid’s mother is glaring at her disapprovingly from the distance.

⛤ You can’t watch a film without her comparing you to every hideous character she sees.

“Pfft, that dude looks like you.”

“Uh, Boromir?”

“No. The Uruk-hai.”

⛤ Also, The Lord of the Rings is one of her favorite film series. She’s a huge fan of Star Wars and The Terminator too.

⛤ Forces you to listen to her ranting about her favorite comic books.

“Alright, so then Dr. Daniela joins forces with other characters across the galaxies while trying to prevent the Travelers from wiping out the human race- babe, are you listening?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m listening. Go on.”

“Yeah? What was I saying?”

Shit. “Oh, Daniela Star found this thing, and… I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

“It’s okay! I get that the plot can sound a little complicated. I’ll just start over from the beginning again!” 😀

⛤ She has no problem kissing you before you brush your teeth in the morning, but dodges your every kiss if you had even a single sip of coffee.

⛤ Physical touch is her biggest love language.

⛤ When she’s feeling upset, she’ll be extra affectionate with you. Not wanting to talk about her feelings but needing some physical comfort.

⛤ Writes poetry about you in her journal, especially about the first time she met you and how you made her feel. She’d die before you read any of it though.

⛤ Loves to sketch you. Her journal is filled with drawings of your eyes, your lips, your smile. You’re her favorite muse.

⛤ Bonfire dates are her favorite. Just you, her, and her guitar.

⛤ Speaks to toddlers like they’re grown ass adults.

“Don’t you think it’s fucked- sorry, messed up how many atrocities the government has forced us to be complicit in simply by paying taxes?”

The confused kid is just staring at her.

“I think this baby’s deaf.”

⛤ Loves when you scratch her back. She’ll even be bossy with it and guide your hand.

“Lower. No, wait, go up. To the left- I said left.”

⛤ A huge fan of Mortal Kombat. Okay that’s all I got

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baambied · 9 months ago

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her gay ass was so fucking happy

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cottoncandytomu · 1 year ago

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Admiring The Beauty That Is Ellie Williams

(Not my photos I just edited them)

This is just a little something I wrote in the moment. I hope it can partially (not really) make up for the hiatus I have been on for the longest time. N E wayzzz if y'all enjoy like, reblog and comment. yak the vibesss.

My content no matter what is 18+ NO MINORS PLEASE!!

Summary: Just you admiring the beauty that is Ellie Williams (Queen)

There was something in the way her eyes sparkled at the simplest achievements. The day she found a vinyl of one of her favorite bands at a torn apart music store. The roots of plants and trees growing throughout the building, wrapping around the wooden shelves that held tons of records. In a way it gave the old store a sense of beauty, spending time to take in moments as these come far and few between. There isn’t much time to stop and appreciate the gift that is nature. Too focused on trying to survive and fight for something as simple as life.

But being able to see the shine that gleamed in her beautiful pale green eyes, to see her dimples dance on her cheeks as her smile gleamed and brightened the room. You were sure she didn’t understand the beauty she emitted. Anytime you would admire her presence she would give you a look of confusion, wondering what was wrong with her this time. Yet when you would tell her exactly what it was that you were admiring she’d laugh it off as if it was a joke. If only she could understand that a joke was the last thing on your mind, if on your mind at all.

If only she could understand that the way she finds wins in simple pleasures warms your body. How the rough pads of her fingertips, from constant fighting and playing her guitar would feel as they trace the shapings of your body. And speaking of, the way she would elegantly play and sing some of the most beautiful sounds you have ever heard will never fail to leave your jaw slack in awe.

The way her hair would fall in her face, framing the beauty that is her. Her perfect lips and how the soft plush of them would feel against yours. You’d never grow tired of kissing her, you could go at it for hours if she’d allow it. The flex in her arms when she uses her strength to fight off anything that would dare come your way. She’d never let anything or anyone touch you, let alone have the chance to touch you in the first place.

You always kiss the crease that folds in between her brow when she’s angry or full of sorrow. Helping to ease away her stresses whenever you can, you can’t always help but it does calm her down. She chases any bit of affection from you, always wanting to touch you in any way. Even if some would deem it as insignificant, a simple brush of shoulders as you two walk side by side is enough for her.

As much as you admire her, she does it back to you tenfold. You are the absolute most breathtaking person she has ever laid her eyes on and she will never stop showering you in the love you deserve. No matter how tough things get in an unforgiving world as this one, you both will love each other till the very end.

Each sensual touch in the dark will forever send sparks flying between you two. You were her life as she was yours and nothing could ever tear that apart.

Thanks for reading!! More of my work can be found pinned on my page!! Love you Lovelies~ <33

-Tomu~

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ellieabbyy · 3 months ago

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since it’s time for sweater weather 🍂

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puppywilliams · 2 months ago

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hyperfem!reader x butch ellie who when you’re upset at her instead of apologizing directly she grabs one of your stuffed animals and it makes it say sorry for her with a little pout on her face that makes you crack a smile ever so slightly

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ladyblackbirdart · 3 months ago

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Totally almost forgot to post this one today whoops

BONUS

INKTOBER DAY 21: Selfie

So erm, this took a dark turn 🔥 been there, Dina. Been there. Anyways, can’t believe I’m writing the caption for day 21! It feels surreal. I’m team “Ellie goes back to Jackson and tries to reconcile with Dina” 😅 wbu? ALSO I tried to study Ellie’s handwriting for this 👀

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pick-me-up-im-scared · 6 months ago

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⚠️Warning!⚠️: Just pure smut.

Not proof read (none of my blurs is) just something quick I thought of…..

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“Fuuuuuck” Ellie whined as she pressed her sticky back even closer to your bra-clothed chest, fabric soaking up her built up sweat. “Please (y/n), please give me another finger. They feel so good in my tight cunt”. You’re shocked to say the least. Ellie’s never been this needy or whiny before. Sure, she’s more on the subby side normally too, but you could tell the second she came home from the party with Dina that something was different. You don’t know what she’s been drinking, but it sure made you wet like the ocean.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by another one of Ellie’s whines. Her shake hand tries to take matters into her own hands and fiddles with your fingers. As your ring finger is erect she flimsily tries to push it into her already filled hole. You giggle at her desperate yet cute action and give her a sweet kiss on her freckled cheek. “Let me do it for you, pretty girl” you pulled out your already coated fingers, much to Ellie’s disappointment. You couldn’t help but admire your fingers soaked in Ellie’s juice. Spreading them to see the gooey strings appear.

You’re quick to return to Ellie’s pussy, rubbing your fingers at her dripping entrance to give your third finger some. When they’re all soaked and ready you slowly slide them into the very familiar hole. Ellie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at the amazing stretch she’s been craving the whole night. Her head hit your shoulder as she lets out slutty moans as her hips tries to roll with the pace. It’s cute seeing her trying to do anything with her shaky hips. The poor girl doesn’t know how to react to the delicious pleasure she’s achieving. “Does that feel good?” you whisper in her ear, as if it wasn’t clear by the way her body’s reacting. She dumbly nod her head while barely getting out “So fucking good”.

Her toned thighs squeeze around your hand as you quicken up the pace. You look at her with a fake concern “What are you doing, Ellie? I thought you wanted more”. “I-I, hummmm, I- do! B-but i-it ju-“ before she’s able to finish her sentence you curl your fingers, hitting her g-spot. The most satisfying moan you’ve ever heard comes out of your girlfriend’s opened lips. You continued to pump in and out of her as good as you could with her thighs tight clamp. Ellie almost lost the control of her breathing as all sort of sounds came out of her. Sounds you’ve never heard from her before. Clawing at your bare thighs she tries to find some sort of way to bear the sensation she’s feeling. You just admired her as her body seems to lose all control

She sprawled out her legs, pushing the shirt she wore 30 minutes ago off the bed. You soon noticed her thighs shaking like crazy as her sweaty back arches off your chest. You knew it before she said it. “Please please, (y/n). Let me cum” she pleaded, almost like she’s about to cry. You smirked in amusement before leaning into her ear “Do it, baby”

“Anything my pretty girl asks for”.

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rhaeheartzsquirrelz · 1 month ago

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Repay

Needy Ellie Williams x Reader (fluff)

Summary: Ellie needing attention and giving you some right back.

Warning: Sexual tension.

A/N: Short ahh fic 🤧

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Huddled up on the couch with Ellie’s dinosaur blanket over your legs, you scrolled on your phone. Your typical weekend was spent rotting in the living room and munching on snacks. You honestly had nothing better to do. Well, you could hang out with you friends. But what’s the point in that when you had Ellie? Who would drag you back home to cuddle. Due to your work schedule, the weeknd were the only time you and your girlfriend could hang out, spend time together. And, speaking of your girlfriend; where was she? In her room playing Call of Duty— or something like that?..

Mouth full of chips, you entertained yourself with social media. Like always. The time seemed to pass quickly and you raise your head to see Ellie appear from her cave of a room. A hand came up to scratch her head as she looked around for you before spotting you on the couch. Looking comfortable as ever. And, she, of course, came to snuggle up with you. Laying ontop of you, head on your stomach, hands to the sides of your waist, she hummed with content.

Both hands busy, you gave her a glance before returning to your screen. Distracted by the videos and blogs you were focused on, even minecraft videos seemed to interest you with those reddit strories. Which never seemed to have a part two. Ellie was growing more insistent on wanting your hands on her. With a tap on your waist, she shook her head to indicate she wanted her hair played with. You were sure she’d never stop being so needy for you, always fussing for reassurance, as her dramatic ass would describe it, that you still loved her. Rolling your eyes, you clap the crumbs off your hands before giving your girlfriend’s hair a pull.

“Hey!” She grumbled out, “that’s not what I meant!” Giving you a bratty glare, she mumbled something under her breath. You couldn’t help but laugh at her frustration, it was as cute as ever. After a stressful round of shooting at players, Ellie was a mess. Desperately needing you to touch the anxiety out of her. And you gave her what she wanted everytime. “I’m kidding! You don’t have to worry your ass of, damn.” Tone, both, mocking and playful, you run your hands through your girlfriend’s hair. Her auburn strands locked onto your slender fingers as you worked to play with them.

“Whatever..” She huffed, going back to resting her head on your stomach with a roll of her eyes. Ellie had a thing for the way you could ease her up in one touch, in one small interaction. All it took was your attention, which she craved at all times. A humm of approval would escape her lips as you kept in mind where and how to massage her scalp. The tips of your fingers working in circular motions to kneed away any remaining frustration. Occasionally pressing your thumbs against her flesh and running them down the back of her neck, you noticed the soft moan your girlfriend let out everytime.

“Someone’s enjoying themselves?” You grinned out, cupping her head before tilting your head to the side until it rested on the cushions of the couch. “Don’t stop, idiot..” Her demand made you giggle, and you guessed it was contagious because it made Ellie flash her cheeky grin. “Stop!” She huffed out, shaking your hands off her head and burrying her face into your stomach. She was trying not to seem embarrassed. “Stop what? You just told me not to!” The room was filled with your girlfriend’s heavenly chuckles and groans. “You asshole! You know what I meant!”

You did know what she meant, but seeing your girlfriend all flustered and annoyed was a precious ass sight. You soaked it all in before cupping her face and squishing her cheeks together. “I know exactly what you mean, but, maybe, I just wanna hear you being direct about it.” Knowing full well what you were doing to your girlfriend, you smiled with fondness.

“I hate you..” She let out quietly, eyes averting yours as she gathered her breath. “I want your attention, alright? No phone, no.. chips, just us.” And, for a second you were caught off guard. You didn’t think she’d actually admit something so.. sincere. Whenever Ellie wanted to, she could become as clingy as a koala. Never letting go, following you around, begging for attention and touch. But, this was one of the rare times you’d hear her being this open.

“Aaaand, what do I get in return?” Was your response, hiding your nervousness. “Kisses.” Ellie answered, an affectionate smile playing on her lips before her hands began slipping your shirt up and stopping under your chest. No intimacy needed when all your girlfriend needed was pure and innocent love. Or so you thought?

“Kisses fix everything.” For Ellie, hell yeah they did. If you happened to piss her off by placing her console in the wrong place, kiss the anger away. She’s crying over a sad cat video? Peck her freckles with and she’ll be blushing like some teenager. Need her to shut up? Give her a big ol’ smooch and you’ll get exactly that. All she’d crave was your touch, nothing more and nothing less.

With a squeeze on your waist, her lips pecked their way around your skin. Her kisses lingering a second too long before she’d move to another spot, your hand came to brush her hair away from her face, not wanting it to interrupt her delicious pecking. “See.. feels good, doesn’t it?”

Even though the moment was.. a bit intimate , you knew it was from the bottom of her heart. With her lips travelling up to your neck, she gave you the world’s best kisses. Brushing over your heated flesh with her rosy and scarred-up lips, she stopped by your own. Her breath shaky, cheeks flushed, and eyes full of adoration.

Ellie was something else.

With a short inhale, she pressed her lips against yours. Slow taps with the occasional tongue. You could feel her shaky breath on you, the desperation as she grasped onto your waist, and the neediness as she let slip soft whines. Was she trying to get laid?

With a final peck, your girlfriend pulled back. Her green eyes took their sweet time to open again, and when they did they landed straight on your lips. No doubt about it, she was still craving more.

“Well, aren’t you fussy today?” You breathlessly chuckled out. With a huff, Ellie rolled her eyes and shifted to burrying her face into the crook of your perfectly heated neck. “Shut up..” Was her grumbled out response.

“Like hell I will, El.”

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