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okay i'm not NOT writing on purpose im just trying to figure out the best way to do this loser ellie college au thingy. all i know is it's gonna be cute as fuck and she's going to be a major dork but i work like all week so ill need some free time 💔

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service top abby on my mind. also gonna hopefully put out a little loser ellie college au thingy soon

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i have writers block so here we are

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céline or cel. 21yrs old. she/he. femme lesbian.

☆ MINORS DNI & DNF. AGELESS DNI & DNF.

☆ loves :: star wars (prequels), yellowjackets, zombie games, buffy the vampire slayer, rock music, skins uk, the pitt, sabrina carpenter, etc.

☆ i will occasionally publish fan-fictions and one shots. do not expect frequent uploads, because i work a full time job and am just writing as a past time. i will write mxf/mxgn and fxf/fxgn exclusively.

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got bored n made this

i love her so bad man 💔

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i'm your man

୨୧ : men minors and ageless please dni, i'm on that sub ellie kush and alcohol, trying to improve up on my smut writing whew im rusty. i lowkey get embarrassed writing smut so it's not overly dirty. not proofread, this was an impulse write ><

notes : sub top! ellie, dom bottom!reader, fem reader, strapon usage r!receiving, petnames, finger sucking, praising,cum eating, sort of short, no use of y/n

nimble fingers danced along the delicate lace that decorated your thighs. ellie’s touch was gentle, careful — but her hands shook as she grasped your soft flesh. your own hands cupped her warm, freckled face, your manicured thumbs spreading along her dotted skin. your kiss was gentle, sloppy, but eager.

you were in control, tasting your girlfriend with eagerness, sharp teeth grazing her plush bottom lip, which elicited a desperate whine from the brunette. you smiled and pulled away, teasingly pecking away the saliva that glistened along her pink lips. 

your fingers danced down her tanned skin before grasping at the leather harness that hugged her pretty hips. your position was simple and deliberate. you were almost testing ellie. she sat on the bed, propped up on her knees, with you below her in missionary. you pulled her closer by the harness, her doe eyes peering into yours, blown out, wide. “you can move now, baby.” you cooed, and she nodded obediently and began to thrust. she was rough; but you decided she more than deserved to set her own pace. her nails dug into your thighs, leaving moon-shaped scratches in their wake. soft whimpers and raspy groans fell from her lips, and she leaned down so she could brush her nose along yours.

the sight was sinful, and fucking beautiful. she filled you so well, and her green eyes watched you take it with so much adoration; it was almost too much. “ ‘s it okay?” she asked softly, but she showed no signs of slowing down. “d-does it hurt?” 

you moaned and grasped at her broad shoulders. “no, baby, you’re doing so, so good.” she whined and hid her reddened face within the crook of your neck, and you grasped at brunette strands to lift her head up, forcing her to face you again. she hissed softly at the sting in her scalp. “watch me,” you demanded. “don’t -- don’t look away again. i wanna look at your pretty face.”

her hips stuttered, and you clenched around the silicone with a mewl. “just so embarrassed,” ellie whined. you reassured her with a sweet kiss and pulled her upper half closer, her warm breasts pressed into yours. 

within a matter of minutes ellie was cumming, whimpers and soft cries sweet on your ears like a catchy song. you held her through it, peppering hot kisses along her face and jawline, and when she lifted her head up and pulled out of you, you eagerly reached below the harness into the opening and gathered her cum onto your pointer and middle finger. admiring ellie’s fucked out, lazy-eyed expression, you lifted your fingers to her swollen lips. she stared at you like a bewildered puppy and you smiled. “open your mouth.” so she did, and you slipped your coated fingers into her warm mouth. she shuddered at the filthiness of the position she was in. “suck.” you rasped. and like the good puppy she was, of course, she obeyed. “so good. you listen to me so well,” you cooed.

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nonsense

୨୧ : this is my first fic i've posted in a while. i recently got into tlou and my gay ass really loved abby, so i felt inspired. i hope you guys like it. :D

notes : butch!abby anderson, she's a wrestler, ur a cheerleader + sports medicine major!! femme!reader, i'm an awkward puppy abby truther and had to write that. wish i put more emphasis on the wrestler x cheerleader thing but its ok. i use the word AWKWARD a lot. oops and sorry. briefly suggestive and no use of y/n.

abby anderson. you met her in a study group session you were invited to via a classmate. it was hosted by mel, who you met in a shared class shortly before the invitation was extended. the group was small and intimate; really just her, her boyfriend, owen, abby, and you. you preferred it that way, finding that it was less overwhelming being able to get to know abby and owen that way. owen was talkative, nice enough – he caused laughter with stupid jokes and playfully slacked off just to make mel roll her eyes. abby instantly caught your eye, with her muscular arms, her pretty eyes, freckles, and natural pout. she was kind, too, but sort of blunt, short, and awkward. mel reassured you when the butch went on a snack run that she just needed to warm up to you.

on the other hand, abby thought you were the prettiest girl she’d ever seen. she was normally sort of off around new people, but around you? she felt nervous. any teasing wit and flirty comments she tried to conjure up instantly died in her throat when you and her locked eyes. her ears felt hot, and she looked away – sometimes overly quick, like you slapped her. she started off slow and easy. it started with her offering you some of her chips, or gummies, and her puppy-dog eyes took in your features while you were distracted. she eventually felt comfortable enough to pipe up after that – tell some jokes, weigh in on discussions when questions were asked, teasing owen. she made you laugh, which made her smile like she’d just won a million dollars.

that study sesh ended when mel expressed exhaustion and owen agreed. it was 10 pm, but, thankfully, you guys were productive. sort of. owen and mel were first to leave, mel first making sure she had your number before bidding you goodnight. you and abby lingered behind to clean up and pack up your bags in silence, stealing looks at one another like idiots. when you zipped up your bag and noticed she seemed to be waiting for you, fiddling with the strap on her own bag, you finally spoke. “so…have you known mel for a while?” she perked up like a puppy hearing its owner open a bag of chips. “uh, yeah!” she winced, that sounded way too excitable. she smiled sheepishly when you grinned in amusement. “we go way back.”

“nice, nice,” you two headed towards the doors, and she made a point to hold it open for you. “well, i hope to see you next time, abby,” you said sweetly, turning to look up at her once you two made it outside. “me too. i mean, i hope to see you next time, too. if i have to third wheel to those two again, i’ll probably explode.” that elicited a laugh from you, an echoing sound that lingered through the empty halls. “alright, then. i promise i’ll be at the next study session. wouldn’t want a poor janitor to have to clean up some abby off the floor.” the blonde smiled, lopsided but amused. some of the tension seemed to dissipate, and when you finally waved and began to walk away, she called after you. “wait – it’s dark. let me walk you to your dorm.” your stomach twisted with butterflies.

you don’t see her again until the next session. you mentally cursed yourself for not asking for her number, but decided it was alright – you needed that, but you were willing to take it easy. you didn’t want to come off too strong. so, when mel texted you the time and location for the next meetup, you nearly screamed. you took entirely too long getting ready, picking out an outfit and all and doing your hair, and you were late. which, was worth it.

the location was a hidden gem of a cafe, tucked away just a couple miles away from campus. it wasn’t busy when you showed, but you were greeted cheerfully by the barista at the counter and the mouth-watering smell of coffee and pastries. looking around for a familiar face, you finally noticed abby sitting alone towards the back. she wore jeans that hugged her muscles in an annoyingly delicious way that almost made your eye twitch, her arms left bare thanks to her black muscle tee. a carabiner was clipped around one of her belt loops, filled with her keys and a little keychain sporting your uni’s mascot and crest. her blonde hair was pulled into it’s usual braid, baby hairs fanning her sun kissed skin. despite the insistent pounding within your chest, you held your head up high and approached. when abby looked up and saw you, her eyes widened and she rushed to stand and pull out a chair for you. the wood screeched as it was moved, causing the taller to clear her throat.

“...hi.”

“hi, you.” you took the seat with a soft thank you, and she pushed it in before taking her own.

“where’s mel and owen?”

“they’re not coming.”

“what? are they okay?”

she nodded, silent, but she tilted her head like she was trying to figure out how to say something. “they’re okay. um, i guess mel just wanted us to get to know each other better.”

you nodded slowly and smiled, sort of pleased. “wow. that was smooth of her.” abby chuckled lowly. “at least it’s a break, i guess.” a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you, and you realized that you and abby were finally starting to dispel any awkwardness. slowly, but surely. she perked up. “can i get you anything? might as well…. indulge, since we’re here and all.” jesus, she was sweet. "hmm. sure. i'll just get a caramel macchiato." she saluted playfully — which you thought was incredibly dorky but incredibly cute. "yes, ma'am." she treated you to your drink along with her own, and from there, you two decided to browse the shops nearby. you made a mental note to thank mel later — because all was said and done and it was time for the both of you to go home, abby made sure to walk you back to your dorm room once more, and asked for your number. you began texting nonstop, even sending silly or cute little photos throughout the day.

another group meet-up. which, this time, was REALLY a study session, this time. mel's roommate was occupying their room, sick, and owen's apparently was having a DND group over – something he whined about until abby threatened to shove a book in his mouth, so you all decided to gather in abby's. your room was free, but you didn't want them to know that. you wanted - no, needed an excuse to get to that final step. also, you were pretty curious about what her room was like. was she messy? clean? what kind of decor did she favor?

all questions were answered when you were invited in, and she cleared space for you on her bed. she was neat, of course she was. even the posters decorating her side of the room were hung perfect and straight, and her bed was well-made and decorated to be cozy with a throw blanket. you felt uncomfortably warm when she sat next to you, so that the both of you could face owen and mel, who sat opposite in desk chairs. her hand brushed against yours, and you stole a peek, happily admiring her side profile.

the studying itself was torture. it wasn't difficult by any means. in fact, you had the material down and did before you even showed up. but you were itching to make a move on abby – or for her to. to get her alone. the clock hit 5, and owen was the first to stretch and set his book and notebooks aside.

"alright. i'm beat. and we've been at it for a couple hours now. who's getting dinner?" the four of you shared looks, then your eyes met with mel's. you silently pleaded with her, furrowing your brows to look pitiful and even pouting, hoping to god that abby wouldn't see. and she was smart. she smiled, amused, bunny teeth on display. "abby got snacks last time, so let's get food. what're you guys in the mood for?"

"whatever," abby shrugged, simply anticipating being able to be alone with you. "alright, we'll surprise you. but if you guys end up hating what we get.... just know it's abby's fault," owen joked, causing the blonde to playfully kick him as he shuffled past. the two left with a soft click of abby's door shutting, and you looked at the wrestler. "so."

"so?" she smiled, amused.

"looks like we get a break."

"yeah."

you bit into your lip and scooted closer so that your hips touched. "alright. look. i'm sick of it being.... weird. you're into me. i'm into you. are you going to make a move, or should i?" abby exhaled softly, shakily, like she was relieved. shaking hands grasped at your thighs and lifted you easily onto her lap. her cheeks were flushed, absolutely hot to the touch when you cupped her face in your hands. "i've been dying waiting for you to say something." you rolled your eyes, and decided you couldn't wait any longer. you pulled abby close, pressing your lips to hers in a hungry kiss, and she reciprocated, happily.

her large hands grasped your hips in a bruising grip as she kissed you like her life depended on it. you wasted no time tasting one another, biting one another, pressing one another's body closer as if you were trying to become one. she tasted sweet — like mint, and faintly like strawberries, which you assumed was from juice she'd been drinking during the study session. she was the first to pull away, causing you to pout, but she quickly shifted positions so she was on top of you. you both took a minute to catch your breath, half-lidded eyes peering into the other's.

"is this alright?" she asked, her voice soft. you couldn't tell if she was shy, or just being gentleman-ly. hooking your fingers through her belt loops, you pulled her hips inward, greedy. "it's alright. just kiss me again, okay?" abby grinned, and obeyed.

it was getting heated. you expected it to. you couldn't keep your hands off of one another and had barely made it to marking up her pretty neck, convincing her to let you straddle her during so when mel and owen made it back, noisy with chatter and the rustling of bags. everyone paused, and you stopped what you were doing to look back at the couple with wide eyes. abby covered her beet-red face with a muscular arm. mel blinked. then smiled. owen turned away. you blinked.

"uh. welcome back."

the two of you didn't start officially dating until a couple weeks later when you attended one of her wrestling matches. you cheered her on with intensity, utilizing your experience as a cheerleader to help you out. and, god, wrestling was weirdly intense. which, duh, but you found yourself cringing and turning away a couple of times.

when she was awarded a medal for her win, you excitedly bounced down from the bleachers and threw yourself in her arms. abby herself was happier about you being there than her team winning – and she showed it by picking you up and spinning you around. you clumsily helped her take off her headgear and peppered her face in lipstick kisses, arms draped securely around her neck.

"look at that. i'm pretty much dating a champion," you teased.

"hey, i have to keep my status high if my girlfriend's a cheerleader." you raised your eyebrow, and her eyes widened, realizing what she said. the audience and teams in the large gym began to disperse, and she set you back down on your feet gently, like you were glass.

"oh? i'm your girlfriend, now?" you peered up at her, watching fondly as her ears went red. despite her being flustered, she didn't look away.

"only if you want. i really like you, and i know i haven't formally asked. i wanted to! i've been trying to figure out a really romantic way to do it, but -" you giggled, cutting off her nervous ramble. "okay, baby, deep breaths," you cooed. she pouted, big blues averting in embarrassment.

"i'd love to be your girlfriend." abby looked at you once more, her famous lopsided smile replacing the sulking pout. picking you up, she spun you around again, but this time, with more vigor, causing you to laugh and hold on tight.

"fuck yes!" she shouted, voice bouncing off of the walls and echoing throughout the room. a few lingering crowds cast confused glances your way, but you busied yourself with kissing her.

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21 years old, femme lesbian ♡ men, ageless, & minors DNI.

i occasionally post headcanons and maybe even one shots. might get to posting full fics. interested in just putting my work out there and maybe meeting new people! ♡

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butch modern gf brienne

i had to do this. my lesbian needs were tingling. semi nsfw.

enjoys going to the gym. she likes to stay strong in case she needs to protect you - or herself. prefers boxing to stay fit.

you probably met through mutual friends, or at the gym. i don't know. even in modern date i can't really see brienne as the type to go to bars or clubs, even gay ones. maybe on a whim if her friends want her to? she's initially very shy but she keeps seizing every opportunity to talk to you. she's all blushy and simultaneously is holding eye contact and looking away all nervously.

likes your general size and height difference. she likes looking down at you, picking you up, holding you in her strong arms. as you become involved more, she definitely goes out with you to make sure you're protected and is not shy about shoving or punching a man... or two.

her fashion i feel would consist of breathable button up shirts, and trousers or pants she can move around easily in but fit her well. likes slicking her hair up, or just leaving it down.

eventually you move in together. she makes herself very helpful by doing handy things around the house, helping you reach things you can't, and helping you handle sharp knives when a piece of meat or fruit is particularly difficult to cut. likes to stand behind you during such, and does it for you to 'show' you how it's done. also carries all of the groceries in and likes carrying ur bags when u go out shopping.

tbh... i feel it in my bones that she's a top. i can see her being a switch in terms of sub/dom, though, and she's definitely a possessive soft dom. she enjoys everything. from scissoring, using her mouth on you, using a strap, her fingers - she just likes to make you feel good, and i feel like she's also more than eager to be touched herself.

she likes kissing you. and touching you. a lot. more than often you spending time together whether it's cooking or shopping, she likes to hoist you up on the counter or playfully wisp you off into a wall to shower you in kisses.

she is not confident in herself all too much, but she is confident in her strength and muscles. couple photos include her hiding her face while she kisses her head and playfully flexes for the photo, or bending down to kiss your shoulder and wrap her arms around your waist.

loves early morning cuddles. when you try to get up, she groans and just wraps her arms around you tighter. pulls you on top of her in a bear hug and sleepily kisses your head or face. probably gets up to shower with you and make you breakfast, then kisses you at the door when you leave.

likes seeing you in skirts. and dresses. she likes how smooth your legs look and she likes to run her fingers along them and playfully the hem of your dresses or skirts – but also, she just thinks you look painfully pretty.

sometimes she needs reassurance. she's likes when you call her beautiful, or other variants. you make her feel like the most gorgeous woman alive — and your comfort helps her more than you know. sometimes she needs such a thing, and to just lay in your lap and have you play with her hair while you speak to her gently.