oh I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. SO SO MUCH JADIE. THIS IS ALL I ENVISIONED and MORE. expect more asks in ur inbox about fem joel from me. blue collar joel could do anything to me. she could hit me over the head with a brick and id be at her feet apologising. i need her to fuck me with her strap in a full nelson ASAP

the "please" and doe eyes combo really takes you far in life

ohhh blue collar abby save me…

i need to sniff the musk coming from her after a hard day at work and lick her armpits while i hump her thigh

I am not bothered to colour ANYTHING

Here's some.. abby😒😪 (NSFW guyss!!)

THATS ME THATS ME THATS ME (THATS ME BTW)

confessions

the tale of one (fictional) woman's journey (through fiction). told to you by way of a (fictional) story, featuring (fictional) characters.

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If you’re reading this, you’re probably a pervert.

Yeah. You read that right. You’re a sad, lonely little pervert, and we’re all talking about you.

tlou 1 remastered (again) but joel is on a pogo stick the entire time, when? but after he gets impaled by that rod, he decides to opt for stilts

abby anderson | always hers, part ii

masterlist | part i

Abby has spent the night staring at you, trying to decide if you’re real or if she’s finally lost it. Not only that, but she’s worried. Your fever hasn’t eased since you took the antibiotics, and you’ve been whimpering in your sleep. Sometimes mumbling her name. She doesn’t like it, because she knows the person you’re searching for isn’t here anymore. She isn’t her anymore. She has tried to come back to herself in the months since escaping the Rattlers — for Lev, because he needs her. But for the first time in her life, she doesn’t feel strong, physically or otherwise. She’s gaining back her muscle, slowly, but without enough protein to bulk up, her body will never be what it was. 

And her mind? Fucked, too. The Rattlers did things to her that she will never, ever talk about. She doesn’t need to: the trauma clings to her like a thick winter coat, and no amount of tugging will peel it off. 

When she saw your face last night, the one she’d almost forgotten — a devastation that had wrecked her the night she’d realised you were fading, sometime while imprisoned when she'd needed to cling onto good memories — a flicker of something for once not pain, not trauma, had passed through her. 

Now, with morning bleeding through the curtains, highlighting your wan, waxy face, she places her hand to your forehead. You groan like it hurts.

i am so invested 😭😭😭i love abby 😭😭😭😭 the writing is so good

you two gotta communicate 😞 lev holding them together atp

i'm such a pervert oh my god i'm totally staring at her bra through her wife pleaser oh my god oh my god oh my god

i need to lay on her chest ☺️ maybe take a little nap ☺️ i need to rip her wife beater off with my bare hands and play with her tits until shes whimpering and then we take another nap

⚢ barbed wire baby - dirty little secret

synopsis: as the adrenaline becomes more and more overwhelming, so does the danger. stakes are higher than ever. dingy prison cells, double entendres whispered through jail phones. knowing glances exchanged with prison guards. her modern day bonnie to her clyde. your life weighs in the balance. you know ellie has pull inside and out. you have to decide if you're willing to risk everything for her. are you?

this made me feel sick in the best way possible. every time i remember ellies in her late 30s a little piece of me crumbles and breaks off. THE BIT WITH VI? so… so you hate me? ellie does not deserve her. RUN GIRL 😭😭 YOU DO NOT NEED HER TO EXIST 😭😭😭

I want to suck her whole pussy, I need it almost like I need to breathe.

WHO SAID THAT?😦

at the end of the day i need a loser/nerdy sub masc and a confident dom femme like UGHHH CMEREEEE

am i greedy because i want BOTH

‘cause in your pickup truck with all of your dumb luck, is the only place i think i’d ever wanna be ♡

HAPPY ENDING - abby anderson

The last thing Abby packed was your son’s stuffed giraffe.

It sat on the edge of the crib like it always had, one ear chewed and stiff from months of being a favorite. Her hands hovered before grabbing it, slow, almost guilty. Like she knew this was the part that would wreck you.

You didn’t cry. You stood by the door, arms crossed and chest heavy, watching her zip up a duffel bag that shouldn’t have looked so out of place in the nursery, but did. The morning light painted the room in soft gold, but nothing about the moment was warm.

this genuinely has me in tears. this is why i dont read angst immtppoe mtojknal k cant type my geats are bljrring my vision im sl sad

HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF

My bitch and that damn burrito I stg