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[edisonnapepper]

Is it okay if I ask what type of s/o would the Gods be into? I find that really interesting and would like to hear your opinion since I really love your writing <3<3

This request came just right, bc I really want to write but I'm mad busy rn, and this was a lot of fun! so I kinda wrote for ... everyone.

If you're conventionally attractive, you are in Zeus' dating pool. You're exceptionally beautiful? I'm so sorry. Once he has set his eyes on you, you are not safe anywhere. There is no other factor that matters, except maybe if you're exceptionally hospitable and kind to guests, which might attract his attention. Which is not a good thing.

Poseidon would love someone unpredictable, someone who never gets boring and never fails to surprise him or catch him off guard. He'd love the excitement of it all and is generally pulled to exciting and outgoing people, but also people who are more introverted but break out of their shell at unexpected times.

If Hades had a type, it would for sure be someone a little more ... alive than him. He's clearly going for that opposites attract thing, just look at Persephone. Also, I reckon he'd like someone who can stand up for themselves, as standing up to his brothers was always very hard for him and he would admire you greatly for it.

Demeter would like someone who is humble, orderly and respectful and appreciative of the beauties of nature. Someone who finds joy in the little things and never fails to call their grandma for her birthday.

To be honest- you don't have a romantic chance with neither Hera nor Athena, Artemis or Hestia. Though I thought it would be fun to make some platonic headcanons for what kind of mortal they would take interest in in a platonic way.

Hera admires loyalty, it doesn't even have to be to a spouse, it can also be your family or friends. Also, she appreciates people who remain strong even in the face of long term hardships or anguish, and it might earn you her favor. It's not that she pities you, but that she admires your strength to keep fighting. Also, she'd love to talk shit about men with you as much as the next goddess...

Artemis isn't about the whole opposites attract thing. As with Orion, she is likely to make friends with someone who shares her interests, as she also surrounds herself with her huntresses. She loves to talk about hunting and the wild and would like someone who isn't afraid to get themselves dirty. If you're a guy, it's pretty hard to get in her good grades though.

Athena is all in for academic weapons. Critical thinkers, challenging the status quo and earning great archivements. Someone she could have an intellectual conversation with, who offers new points of argument and is able to hold their own in an argument, she is the goddess of warfare after all...

I don't think there is anyone Hestia doesn't like, though she would favor people who spend a lot of time with their family and are kind and hospitable to others. Kindness to strangers is something she very much appreciates.

Apollo doesn't really have a type. His mortal lovers are symbolic for his creative inspirations, so he would not settle for a type but be all over the board. The variety of his lovers concludes that Apollo isn't looking for a specific kind of person. He simply watches or spends time with someone and BAM he's completely and utterly in love. He does love himself an artsy spouse though.

Ares needs someone calm and peaceful- it might seem a little contradictory, but Ares needs someone to ground him, to listen to him and provide the calm for his storm. Actually, he's all for domesticity, though a hot love affair doesn't turn him away either. If his spouse had a strong personality and could stand up for themselves, he would really respect that, but he would also be your guard dog if that wasn't the case. Ares just needs someone to love him unconditionally, quite like the next god on the list.

Not to be disrespectful but Hephaestus does not care who you are, he's just happy with someone who treats him with dignity. Be kind to him and he is putty in your hands. After all his family put him through, he'd also appreciate someone to rant about them to, who can also sit in silent understanding with him at other times. But honestly, he isn't setting the bar very high.

Not to call her vain, but you would have to be insanely beautiful to be on Aphrodites radar. She simply considers herself too good to spend her time on anyone who isn't pleasing to her eye- and that really cuts down the pool of potential lovers. Also, she would only stay around for someone who is ready to give their full attention to her at all times, she is a very demanding lover.

I think Hermes would want someone who is able to keep up with him, but also root him when he overdoes it a little. It would take quite a lot for him to actually stick around, because for him to make time in his busy schedule, he'd have to be head over heels in love.

Dionysus would probably not have a specific type either, simply because he wouldn't want to cut short his dating pool. Though he would like someone who is able to let loose at least sometimes and surrender to his pull of madness and ecstasy.

Extra: Eros would mostly go for someone attractive, but he wouldn't let that be the only factor. Just as the unpredictable and surprising nature of his arrows, Eros could fall for anybody, picking out a trait he loves about them and obsessing over it for the day (I'm thinking 'Someone New' by Hozier if you know what I mean).

[edisonnapepper]

is it a bad thing that i lowkey wanna fuck scylla :((

i was looking at some greek mythology art, and how am i supposed to NOT want to bang (or get banged by) her because WOWshes so hot

[edisonnapepper]

How about Y/N that is like scylla from greek mythology or epic the musical (you choose), like she's terrifying and huge but on those who she is close, she's like a gentle giant and soft spoken, kind of like the song 'your beauty never scares me' (just some fluff, cause I think its cute!)

Your beauty never ever scares him😍🥰

(Lmk Wukong) Ok so you are admittedly scary however he feels something very sad about you. With what happened to you in the past of course your sad and insecure, but Wukong didn't love you any less. He loved to smother you with affection and reassurance, and make sure you know that you are loved and appreciated by him. He also loves to leave kisses in your more sensitive and private areas, especially your tentacles. He'll never be afraid of you, not shut up and come play with you king💛😘

(MKR Wukong)......................He had actively licks his lips when he had first saw your monster form. You may be huge and scary, but you're still his perfect, powerful wifey, talking to him in that soft voice, making his spine shiver in desire. Your beauty will never scare him. If anything, it makes him desire you more than anything in the world, your Appearance never scares him. If anything, it turns him on. He also loves your long soft tentacles, especially when they squeeze him tightly and sneak into his pants. It's so sexy and risky, especially in public, and he wouldn't have you any other way🥰❤️‍🔥

(HIB Wukong) Oh his poor huge insecure wifey as somebody with appearance issues he knows how it feels to be judged for your looks. Which is why he would never do that to you Wukong is aware of how gentle and kind you actually are, not to mention how motherly you are to Luier and Silly girl as you go out of your way to take care of them. Wukong always thought you are beautiful not to mention....a giant. Wukong would blush hotly at your sharp teeth and tentacles, and in your private time things would get heated especially when you touched everywhere at once. Ohhhh don't change for anyone especially for him🤤

(NR Wukong) The old man monkey scurries around wearing a mask.....he shouldn't be talking about faces either. However, he understands your fears and insecurities, so he makes sure to show you, bringing you out to dates and complimenting you and your looks and qualities like your kindness and willingness to help the people around you. He definitely drools over your big, strong tentacles squeezing him so hard and firmly....the point is he'll never be scared off by your scary face, with your kind, soft-spoken, and gentle demeanor and personality Wukong can confirm that he hit the jackpot when it came to you🥰😘🩷.

(Netflix Wukong) He understands your fears more than you'll ever know, but he doesn't fear you. He can never fear you. He loves your soft voice, and you're the very definition of gentle gaint. With how you treat him like glass, it's so adorable. Your endless kindness warms his heart and your soft-spoken voice, often falling asleep with ease. Sometimes, he kisses your many faces when he seeings there's tears in your many pretty eyes. He loves to praise you and your strength and power and wouldn't take you granted on purpose. Wukong loves you and your Appearance doesn't change a thing❤️.

(BMW Wukong) He finds your insecurities and fears to be ridiculous, even though he would go into kill mode if anyone insults you. Wukong goes into damage control by giving you very steaming and sexy compliments and calling you his beautiful peach. Not to mention how powerful you truly are in and off the battlefield, and it was sooooo hot and Wukong couldn't get enough of you. Overall your looks is just a bonus to him and he'll have no problem showing you just how much he loves you💙

(Destined one) You have his sympathy 100% especially when he got to know and fell in love with you. You were definitely intimidating at first glance but you were such a gentle giant, he can never be scare of you. The Destined one would make sure to plan dates that will be comfortable to you, his favorite thing to do with you is cuddling as you had many tentacles would hold him close to you. The Destined one would also blush at times because of how warm and firm you feel making him have not so innocent thoughts and have the urge to kiss you in your sensitive parts. He can't wait to take you home again..🩵🤤

(Lotmk Wukong) He understands why you think you're so insecure and depressed because people treated you like a big, ugly monster. However, Wukong thinks otherwise he thinks you're kind, sensitive, gentle, selfless, and most of all beautiful. It was love at first sight for him, and you quickly became special to him, spending all his free time with you and showering you with fun gifts and giving you compliments. Wukong would endlessly give affection to make sure you never be a monster to him, although every time he feels your tentacles on his bare body....he simply blushes🤎😊.

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[edisonnapepper]

I'm only pretty for myself and you.

Scylla. That name was enough to make sirens, nymphs, even some gods swoon. She was a truly beautiful maiden, after all, yet she kept men at arm’s length. Her hair was black as obsidian, and so long that even braided, it reached her waist. Her eyes were dark to match, always shining with an almost above-human gleam. Her skin bore at least the slightest sunburn from the sheer amount of time she spent by the beaches, and yet it seemed so soft from afar. No man knew just how it felt; the best they could hope for was spotting her from a distance, lost in another poem. To most sensible mortals, that would be enough of a “no.” But Poseidon was neither mortal nor sensible - and he sure as hell didn’t take no for an answer.

The young woman walked along the white-sand beach, the setting sun’s carriage lending her even more beauty than usual. She carried a new scroll, another of the few bolder nymphs had gifted her. That one wasn’t forceful with her affection; she might even entertain her platonically, if she kept it up. A smile spread across that beautiful, markless face. Nearby, an older woman awaited her, ready to accompany her home. The two began to chat, soft melodic voices, gentle laughter, until a screech suddenly pierced the air. Both women turned toward the sound, startled, to see a creature struggling in the sand. A dolphin - terrified and dying. Scylla moved at once, instinctively rushing forward to help, but the older woman placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “Careful… these creatures have no place in our waters. Who knows what kind of magic this may be?” But by then, the kind-hearted maiden had already given her a soft smile and darted across the sand. The creature’s thrashing slowed as she knelt beside it, pouring water gently over its cracked, wheezing skin. She reached out to soothe it, to spread the cool liquid over its body... and time seemed to shatter. An iron grip closed around her wrist. The ocean surged, sudden and monstrous. She heard her companion scream for their protector. She felt the roar of waves, the thunder of a thousand hooves galloping beneath the sea. Her lungs burned. And then darkness.

She awoke enveloped by water, and to her own astonishment, it didn’t burn her lungs. The nymph found herself in a cave decorated with glowing algae and shimmering rocks. Immediately, she knew what had happened—and internally cursed herself. How many times had she read about Poseidon pulling this stunt? Five? Ten? Twenty? Even more? More thinking could be done once she was out. She swam forward, cutting through the water until she reached exactly where she expected—a grand throne room, carved from coral and stone, bathed in a ghostly blue light. “Morning, pretty lady…” She didn’t even look up. Instead, she felt the temperature shift in the water around her. It tasted different now, strange and sharp, as the god encircled her in his invisible web. “I knew Circe hid the prettiest,” he murmured, “but you… you really are the gem of her island.” A webbed, scaled, slimy hand reached out and took hers, bringing it closer to his lips - only to get a taste of her nails. A faint shimmer of gold tinted the water around them. “Ah, and a little spicy, I see… now, now, no need for outbursts.” The god tried to reach her again. “I don’t ask you to stay here forever… but I’m sure we both can find this enjoyable-” Before he could finish, another hit landed on him, a stone falling from above. Floating in the water near him was a damn familiar goddess. She gave the now very grumpy nymph a pointed look. “Let me guess, sweetheart… not the first time?” When Scylla shook her head, Amphitrite just rolled her eyes. “Your protector is above. I’m going to deal with this.” After a respectful nod, Scylla began swimming upward, only catching bits of yelling, something about “keeping other women out of their home.” Upon reaching the surface, she found a small boat carrying a few very scared nymphs, and one very angry enchantress.

As quick as this little “adventure” had been, Scylla was well and truly done with everything. It wasn’t the first time someone had made an attempt on her, not even close - but for a god to take part? That was absurd. She didn’t even think she looked that pretty. Other nymphs had that effortless flower-beauty to them, all soft petals and light. And her? She looked mortal. The moment they docked, she didn’t wait a second. She stormed after Circe, following her all the way to her “workshop.” “Something’s going to have to be done,” Circe muttered as she set down her potions. “I can’t have nymphs being kidnapped - even for a few hours. Maybe you should start staying ins-” “Change me.” Circe blinked. “Huh?” “Change me. Conjure up a monster.” “Scylla…” The enchantress turned, slow and wary. “You shouldn’t have to change to be safe-” “Who cares about safety!? I want to return the favor!” “You don’t need to change your body for that.” “But I want to.” Her voice was steady now. Cold, certain. “I want to be what terrifies men.” Circe looked her over then. Really looked. Searching for a lie, a crack, some twisted grief pretending to be strength. But there was none. “So be it.” And so, Scylla walked the beach for the last time while Circe prepared a glowing bath full of ancient, roaring magic. Other nymphs accompanied her. They watched as she stripped off her clothing and stepped slowly into the potion, the sea wind catching strands of her dark hair one last time. They stood in silent awe as scales began to ripple across her skin—painless, gleaming. As new limbs twisted into being, as heads sprouted where none had been before. They stood together and gave her their sad, proud smiles. And then, unrecognizable to them, their sister slipped beneath the waves.

Something stayed. Her obsidian hair grew even longer, flowing freely, never braided again. Her eyes multiplied, five pairs now gleaming from each of the sea serpent heads sprouting from her back. The faint sunburn was replaced by gleaming teal scales that shimmered with every movement. A mischievous smile, filled with razor-sharp teeth, played across her lips. And for the first time in her life, she had never felt prettier.

Her cave was isolating, yes, but still perfect. No men dared approach, not anymore. Nobody ever came, save for her sisters and the occasional foolish sailor she got to feed on. It was freeing, safe, hers. So imagine her surprise when the current brought something new—something breathing, something struggling. She moved toward it with the same confidence she once had when she approached that dying dolphin so long ago. The creature clung to a jagged rock near the mouth of her cave, fighting the pull of the sea, barely holding on. Almost human. But the scales, the gills fluttering along the throat, the dark, ancient eyes, and the strands of sea-grass hair drifting in the water—it told her everything she needed to know. "A siren?" The creature looks up. Her eyes sparkle the second they land on the serpent heads, and even more when they find the humanoid one. “What are you doing here, little fish...?” Scylla’s monstrous voice grumbles low and rough, like rocks grinding beneath the tide. “…A hunt went wrong…” The siren motions to her half-cut tail. “Honestly thought I’d bleed out.” Scylla examines the wound. It’s deep and jagged, but the saltwater has done its work, sanitized it, at least. “That’s truly an ugly cut, pretty thing… But healable. Is anyone going to come looking for you?” The siren looks away. “I don’t think so… I fear there’s nobody left to look.” “Oh, I see…” Scylla pauses. “Well, if you don’t mind an old witch’s company, then you can certainly heal up here. You can call me-” “Scylla,” the siren finishes softly. “Oh?” Scylla tilts her head, amused. “Your name has become quite… infamous.” All six of her heads smile. “And what should I call you, little siren?” “[Reader].”

Scylla had almost forgotten her love for women’s company by now. The beauty of a voice, not carried by poems she’d read and reread, but alive and breathing, reminded her of the soft curves she once admired from afar, back when she was the one admired. And suddenly, in her cave, sat an absolute embodiment of those memories. [Reader] even knew the poems she used to love, reciting them softly a perfect, almost miraculous coincidence.

One evening, the two women sat together, [Reader]’s voice filling the cave as she recited a poem she hadn’t yet shared. “Of course I love you - but if you love me, marry a young woman! I couldn’t stand it to live with a young man, I being older-” “Would you truly marry?” Scylla cut off [Reader]’s recitation, her voice low, curious. “Would you marry a woman, [Reader]...?” The siren stared up at the serpentine beauty above her- Even half-lying down, she was so much bigger. Was this woman actually asking such a question? [Reader] would 100% marry a woman. If that woman had six heads, and scales shimmering over all her curves, hiding the spots she most wanted to see. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I think I could marry a woman…” The rest of the yearning sentence stayed buried deep within [Reader]’s chest.

[Reader] caught herself yearning for the so-called monster more and more. She had stayed in that cave for months now, watching her beloved hunt the unfortunate sailors who strayed through her waters. The more she watched, the more of her own poems blossomed within her-imagining how that lithe body, gliding so smoothly through the water, might wrap around hers. And oh, those so beautifully sharp teeth- She had to catch herself before the hunger overwhelmed her and retreat to scratching more verses into the now nearly covered walls. “Like a sweet apple reddening on a high branch, on the tip of the topmost branch and forgotten by the apple pickers No, beyond their reach.Like a hyacinth in the mountains that shepherd men trample down with their feet, and on the earth the purple flower-” But in the end, the siren couldn’t bring herself to finish. The biting, burning need for her idol in her core wouldn’t let her rest. A quick glance around told her she was alone. So she laid back against the rocks, letting her mind wander wherever Eros took it, her hands following their own desires... Unaware of the silent audience just beneath the water’s surface.

By now, they both knew. They both yearned, but neither dared speak first. Until one evening, after a bloody hunt, as Scylla settled into her cave, [Reader] - almost absentmindedly - began brushing crimson from her skin. One of the serpent heads moved slowly, gently holding [Reader]’s hands in place. “Six heads, wild - can I hold love...?” “Your roar is song; I’m yours to prove.” “Monsters don’t marry.” “Then love makes us legendary.” “By sea and storm, forever one.” It was hard to tell who kissed first, or which head pressed kisses to which part of [Reader]’s body - but the deep, searching stares said it all. The serpentine nymph wrapped her terrifying, magnificent body around the siren, so small beside her, devouring her in a way only Eros or Aphrodite should witness.

[edisonnapepper]

Under the Stars

paring ✦ Ellie Williams x fem!reader

word count ✦ 1697 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

The Last Of Us Masterlist

hey i was wondering maybe u could do more ellie from hbo smut? it’s okay if not i just loved the story ‘soft touches’ it was written so well @girrrllidkuhh1

You and Ellie had been traveling together for weeks, scavenging abandoned homes and slipping through silent streets. Tonight, after a rare hot meal around a campfire, the world felt still,just crickets, the embers’ glow, and each other.

Ellie leaned back on her elbows, legs stretched out, watching the flickering flames. You sat beside her, knees curled to your chest. “You ever think about… normal life?” you asked, voice low.

She scoffed gently. “Normal? What’s that even mean now?”

You shrugged. “You know… no Clickers at the door, no shortages, just… hanging out with someone you care about.”

Ellie’s gaze flicked to you, soft in the firelight. “Sounds… nice.”

Your heart fluttered. You shifted closer until your shoulders touched. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she laid back completely, beckoning you with a crooked finger.

“Come here, smartass.”

You grinned and flopped down beside her. Your heads were level, eyes tracing the Milky Way overhead. The cold night air made you inch closer, and Ellie draped her arm over your waist.

“D’ya feel that?” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

“Feel what?”

Her fingers traced lazy circles on your hip. “This.”

Your pulse thudded. You turned to meet her gaze. The embers danced in her eyes,golden, intense. “Ellie…”

She pressed her mouth to yours, gentle at first. You melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around her neck. Her tongue flicked against your bottom lip, asking permission, and you answered by parting your lips. Heat bloomed between you as she deepened the kiss.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours. “God, I’ve wanted that.”

You laughed breathlessly. “Me too.”

Ellie slid her hand under your jacket, brushing her fingers along your side. You arched into her touch. “Cold night,” she murmured, tugging the front of your shirt down.

You lifted your arms, letting her peel it off, one sleeve at a time. The firelight caught the swell of your breasts,soft, real. Ellie’s eyes darkened. She kissed each shoulder, trailing down to your collarbone, her fingers gentle at first, then firmer, kneading the tension from your muscles.

You hooked a leg over hers, pressing closer. “Ellie…”

She paused, looking up at you. “Tell me what you want.”

Your breath hitched. “I want you.”

Ellie’s grin was wicked. “Good answer.” She kissed you again, more urgently, her hands sliding beneath your bra, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they tightened into delicious peaks. You gasped and tangled your fingers in her hair.

She groaned against your mouth. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her lips left yours to circle one breast, sucking lightly. You arched your back as pleasure bloomed. “Ellie, please…”

Ellie followed a trail down your torso, kisses and nips between your breasts, along your ribs, until she reached the waistband of your jeans. Her fingers stroked the zipper, then tugged it down. She paused, looking up.

“Everything okay?” she asked softly.

You nodded, pulling her closer. “Yes.”

Ellie slid your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion, exposing your bare legs to the night air. Then she positioned herself between your thighs. The fire’s glow painted her skin bronze as she hovered just inches above you.

She kissed the inside of your thigh, working her way up until you were trembling. “God, you’re so perfect,” she whispered, her breath warm against your core.

You clenched the dirt beneath you as her fingers grazed your slit. Then her tongue flicked against your clit, gentle and teasing. Pleasure lanced through you. You bucked instinctively, whispering her name.

Ellie chuckled around your heat. “That feels good, huh?”

“Yes,”

Her other hand cupped your hip, steadying you as she delved deeper, tongue exploring every sensitive fold. You cried out, fingers tangling in her hair as waves of pleasure built.

“Ellie, I,”

She lifted her head, looking at you with that mischievous glint. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nodded, unable to speak. She slowed, swirling her tongue in gentle circles until you were poised on the edge,then she stopped, sucking you gently, holding you there.

Your body trembled with need. “Please,” you begged.

Ellie grinned and resumed, faster, more insistent. You arched your back, lost in sensation, until you came with a cry, hips lifting off the ground. Ellie held you through every pulse, then retreated, pressing a soft kiss to your lower belly.

When you caught your breath, Ellie crawled up your body and captured your lips in a slow, searing kiss. She rolled onto her back and pulled you down on top of her, breasts brushing against your chest.

Her hands cradled your face. “I’ve wanted you like that for so long,” she whispered.

Your chest heaved. “Me too.”

Ellie’s hips pressed against yours through her jeans. She ground against you, the friction delicious. You moaned, rolling your hips to meet hers.

Ellie’s hands moved to your back, pulling your bra strap down and unclasping it. She tossed it aside and kissed your bare skin, her teeth grazing a nipple until it hardened under her attention. She repeated on the other side, then pressed her mouth over your breast, tongue trailing around the areola before sucking it into her mouth.

You arched off her, gasping. “Oh, Ellie…”

She chuckled against you. “You taste so good.”

Ellie’s hand reached for yours, guiding it to her zipper. You tugged it down together, sliding her jeans and panties off in one piece. She was bare beneath you,smooth and soft. You trembled as you took in the sight of her most intimate places, then leaned down to kiss her inner thigh, tasting the sweetness there.

Ellie hooked her arm behind your head, guiding you to her, murmuring encouragement as you kissed your way closer. When you finally pressed your mouth to her clit, she shivered and moaned, her hands tangling in your hair.

“Y/N…” she breathed. “Fuck.”

You moved with confidence now, tongue circling, fingers slipping inside her. Ellie bucked against you, breathless sounds spilling from her lips. You matched her pace, bringing her closer and closer until she cried out, arching into you, nails raking your back.

You helped her ride the waves of her orgasm, then pulled back, smiling down. “Your turn,” you whispered.

Ellie sat up and guided you off her, then positioned you on your back again. She kissed a path from your lips to your navel, then further down. You watched, heart pounding, as she moved lower, the soft brush of her lips sending shivers through you.

She paused just above your core, looking up with that mischievous smirk. “Remember when you said you wanted me?” she teased, voice husky.

You could only nod, breath catching.

With a roll of her hips, she lowered herself until her wetness met your entrance, both of you gasping at the delicious heat of contact. Ellie sat up, guiding your hips with hers in slow, deliberate thrusts. Each movement was a promise, a claim, a confession of how badly she’d wanted this, wanted you.

“Fuck,” she whispered against your skin, her hands braced on either side of you. “You feel so good.”

Your fingers dug into her shoulders as she leaned forward, lips ghosting over your collarbone, down to the swell of your breast, then back up to kiss you fiercely. The crackle of the fire underscored every breathy moan and muted cry.

“Ellie,” you managed between pants, “I,God, I love you.”

She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “I love you too, Y/N,” she whispered, her own voice thick with emotion. “So much.”

She shifted, lifting her hips in a firmer rhythm. The friction between you built in waves, and you arched toward her, matching her pace. With every thrust, you felt closer, more connected, your bodies syncing in perfect harmony.

Ellie slid her hands down your sides to cradle your hips, her thumbs brushing over your thighs, encouraging you to move with her. You rolled your hips up into her, the sensation so intense it almost overwhelmed you.

“Harder,” you gasped, surprising even yourself.

Ellie obliged, increasing the speed, her body trembling as she chased her own pleasure. You clung to her, nails grazing her back as each of you teetered on that delicious edge. The firelight danced over your intertwined bodies, illuminating the raw honesty of the moment.

And then,release. You came first, voice breaking as your world narrowed to the brilliance of sensation. Ellie followed swiftly, her body tensing and riding out her own high as she clutched you close, her face buried against your neck.

When the waves subsided, you lay tangled in each other’s arms, the night around you feeling impossibly still and sacred. You pressed a gentle kiss to Ellie’s temple, breathing in the scent of her hair,smoky, earthy, utterly hers.

Ellie buried her face in your shoulder, hand stroking down your arm. “That was…” she murmured, voice muffled. “Perfect.”

You smiled, carding your fingers through her hair. “Yeah,” you agreed softly. “Perfect.”

The embers crackled beside you as Ellie shifted, pulling you into a spooning position. Your back pressed against her front, her legs tangling with yours. She hugged you close, one hand resting on your hip, the other tracing lazy circles on your stomach.

“You know,” she whispered after a moment, “we’re gonna need to get some sleep if we want to hit the road by first light.”

You chuckled softly into the night. “Yeah. Tomorrow we’ll be back to scavenging and sneaking past Clickers.”

Ellie pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “But tonight…” She trailed off, her breath warm against your skin.

“Tonight,” you finished, “we get to be just us. No monsters, no ghosts. Just firelight and stars.”

She tightened her arms around you. “Just us.”

You closed your eyes, the steady rise and fall of Ellie’s chest soothing you. In the aftermath of passion, wrapped in warmth and safety, the world beyond your little campsite faded away. Here, in Ellie’s arms, you felt whole,loved, cherished, and beautifully alive.

And as sleep finally claimed you, crickets singing their lullaby, you knew that whatever dangers the next day would bring, you would face them together. Under the stars, with Ellie by your side, you were home.

[edisonnapepper]

𝗨𝗽𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰!

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩 // Ellie W.

(EDIT!! As of 11:40 p.m. The prologue has already been posted!)

You’re stuck in a family more abnormal than most. (surprise, surprise!) they’re a cult. Marrying your best friend is your only way out… until. His death brings you to meet Ellie, someone who’s determination and calloused allure drags you in immediately.

Her goal? To avenge her adoptive father, Joel Miller.

Lust for revenge can bend into lust for another person, after all. It must be fate the way your paths align.

(Inspired by the song “The Wedding List” by Kate Bush.)

Warnings to look out for: negative perspective of religion, toxic christianity.. (sorry!), angst, smut, graphic depictions of gore, derealization, descriptions of visual and auditory hallucinations, alcohol and drug use, and once again… angst! (there will be specific trigger warnings in each chapter)

Information about Author and Writing Process:

Hi ladies (and those who are not ladies but also not men!) I’m Amira. I’m a sapphic author (who will still write and read for fictional men) and I’ve technically been planning to write something like this for years prior to now. I hope to make an impact on whoever reads! Really, fanfiction is so important to me and is, I’m sure, just as important to others. In the beginning, timing will be a bit rough… but I hope to fall in a rhythm of a new chapter posted either every Thursday or Sunday. I plan to make this not too long, the longest being 20 chapters. I’m excited to start this journey and plan to write drabbles and maybe even shorter fics in between if requested. I'm super new to this and will take advice or tutorials on themes for posts. I already love you all!!! See you for the first chapter…

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with great power comes great lesbianism

꩜ pairing: spiderman!ellie williams x female reader

꩜ warnings: explicit content, language

꩜ word count: 5.5k

꩜ synopsis: your campus crush is awkward, brilliant, and possibly allergic to eye contact. your city’s superhero is bold, brawny, and keeps saving your life. it takes a few close calls and some questionable physics to realise they’re the same girl—and she’s falling for you, too.

The first time Spider-Girl saves you, it's from a mugger in an alley behind the campus coffee shop. You're fumbling through your backpack for your pepper spray when she drops down like some extremely agile angel, all wisecracks and impossibly fluid movements.

"Hey there, citizen," she quips with her trademark enthusiasm, expertly knocking out the guy with a single punch. God, she’s always so extra on television. You didn’t think she’d be a hundred times worse in real life. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that walking alone at night is, like, really bad for your web of safety?"

You stare at her, dumbfounded, heart hammering from more than just the adrenaline. "Did you seriously just make a spider pun?"

"Maybe." Even through the mask, you can hear her intolerable grin. "You okay? No injuries? Emotional trauma? Sudden urge to take up martial arts?"

"I'm fine," you manage, though you're definitely not. She's hanging upside down now, her auburn hair falling in waves around her masked face, and something indescribable about her voice is making your stomach flip. You clutch your pepper spray tighter.

"Good. Great. Awesome," her extremely endearing stuttering doesn’t distract you from how delicious her biceps look in that top-notch suit of hers. "Um, you should probably get home. Soon. Don’t want to miss dinner. Most important meal of the day."

She swings away before you can thank her (or correct her on how the phrase is actually about breakfast), leaving you alone with your breathing irregular and a very inconvenient crush on a masked vigilante.

The second time is five days later, when a chunk of building facade decides to almost make friends with your head during the villain of the week’s rampage downtown. Spider-Girl appears out of nowhere, scooping you up in arms that are surprisingly stronger than anticipated (not that you’ve been thinking about her arms, haha, no way) and swinging you to protection on a nearby rooftop.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," she pants, setting you down gently. "People are gonna talk."

"Are you following me?" you gape at her, brushing dust from your jacket.

"What? No! That's—that's crazy talk. I'm a hero. Heroes don’t follow. They heroically arrive. At coincidental moments."

You purse your lips, evidently skeptical, "Right. Coincidental."

"Very coincidental. Cosmically coincidental, even. The universe is just really invested in us meeting, apparently."

While she goes off on a tangent about something too philosophical for your understanding, you’re more focused on scrutinising her mannerisms. There's something eerily familiar about the way she gestures, all animated hands and panicky grace, but you can't seem to place it. You table your suspicions for another time. That is, if there is another time.

And, oh boy, there is. 

You're walking home from a last-minute convenience store visit when a car runs a red light, heading straight for you. It’s downright ridiculous. At this point, you’re convinced that you’re undeniably cursed. Before you can ponder over the pros and cons of becoming roadkill versus finally escaping the group project from hell, a blur of red and blue tackles you to the pavement, and suddenly you're staring up at the sky wondering if you've died.

For a moment, you're pressed chest to chest with Spider-Girl, her masked face inches from yours. You can feel her heaving, quick and shallow.

"Okay," you whisper. "Now I’m certain you're following me."

"I—" she scrambles backward, nearly tripping over her own feet. "It's not what it looks like!"

You shake your head, trying to gain sense of your surroundings, "It looks like you're stalking me."

"I prefer 'keeping tabs on.' For very legitimate reasons."

You let out a disbelieving laugh, studying her, "What's your name?"

"Girl, do you have a concussion?” 

"Your real name, smartass."

She freezes, her frantic spiraling reaching an abrupt halt, "Come on, gorgeous It’s not so simple. That's classified information."

"Of course," you stand with a defeated sigh, running a hand through your hair and trying not to fixate on how she chose to refer to you (gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous). "Well, thanks for the save. Maybe next time you could text me when there's danger instead of lurking like a weirdo?"

You're halfway down the block when you hear her call out: "I don't have your number!" You turn back, grinning, "I guess you'll have to ask for it like a normal person!"

The girl in your Advanced Calculus class is strange.

Not bad strange—sort of a cute strange, truly. She showed up six weeks into the semester, all quiet and nervous twitching, taking the only empty seat right next to you. She has freckles scattered across her nose and the greenest eyes you've ever seen, and she fidgets constantly, like she's got too much energy for her own skin.

"Ellie," she'd introduced herself on her first day, awkwardly extending a hand that was covered in small scars and calluses. "Williams."

"Nice to meet you," you'd replied, and something about her crooked smile made your chest tight.

She's brilliant in class—when she shows up, of course. Professor Martinez assigns a problem set on differential equations and Ellie solves them with an elegance that makes everyone lean forward to so much as catch a glimpse of her work. But she has her quirks like not making eye contact while explaining her solutions, and doodling in the margins of her notebooks—intricate patterns that look too similar to webs, you suppose. 

Also, she stares at you. A lot.

"Earth to Ellie," you mutter during a particularly boring lecture on integration techniques. She's been gazing at you for the past five minutes, completely obvious about it.

She startles, knocking over her water bottle. "Shit, sorry. I wasn't—"

You stifle a laugh, "Staring at me?" Her face goes pink, about ready to burst if she could, "I was thinking about derivatives. Pretty intensely."

"Uh-huh, here," you hand her some napkins from your bag, helping salvage her soaked notes. "What's your take on the fundamental theorem of calculus, then?"

"It's... fundamental," she says, then grimaces when she seems to realise how that sounds. "I mean, it's inherently elegant. The way it connects differentiation and integration like two sides of the same coin."

You're impressed despite yourself, "Not many would choose to explain it that way, but it’s a fitting analogy."

"Thanks." She plays around with her pen and you wonder how someone’s fingers could be so long and slender and—

Oh my fucking god, please stop.

You snap out of your thoughts to come face-to-face with Ellie rambling, too engrossed in what she’s saying to notice how your neck is embarrassingly flushed. "I'm good with connections. How things relate to each other."

As if summoned by her words, her phone vibrates with what sounds like a notification. She glances at it offhandedly and her whole body goes tense.

"I-I have to—bathroom—emergency—" she's already gathering her things, moving with surprising dexterity despite her apparent alarm. At first, you can only blink at the sudden shift, thinking it's some kind of elaborate excuse or a joke you’re not in on. But she's already weaving through chairs, clutching her bag like a lifeline.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah! Fine! Totally fine! Just, erm, digestive issues!"

By the time you lurch to your feet, she's vanished around the corner, leaving behind only the ghost of her perfume and a rapidly cooling seat. Twenty minutes later, news alerts start buzzing about Spider-Girl stopping a large-scale robbery across town.

You start paying attention after that. Really paying attention.

From your elaborate observations, you’ve concluded the following: Ellie disappears from class every time there's a Spider-Girl sighting. She shows up the next day with new bruises she claims are from "aggressive skateboarding" or "really competitive rock climbing." Who does she think she’s trying to fool? Moreover, she knows too much about physics and momentum for someone who supposedly just likes math.

"Want to study together?" you nonchalantly ask one Thursday under the guise of Professor Kim sending out a particularly brutal assignment. In actuality, you were on the prowl for some hardcore evidence to back your hypothesis. "The library has those group study rooms."

Ellie's eyes light up, caught off guard by the offer, "Yeah, yes! Absolutely. I mean, if you want. I'm probably not that helpful, but—"

A pointed stare from you shuts Ellie up, "You're literally the smartest person in our class."

A sheepish smile is all you get in response. The study session is a disaster and the best three hours of your week simultaneously.

Ellie is smart, walking you through complex equations with a patience that makes you genuinely grateful to have her by your side, but she's also the most distractible person you've ever met. Her phone buzzes constantly—emergency alerts, news notifications, text messages that make her face go pale.

"Popular girl," you can’t stop yourself from teasing after the seventh interruption.

"Not really. Uh, I volunteer with this community safety thing. Neighborhood watch type deal."

"Neighborhood watch?"

"Mhm, very active neighborhood watch."

She's helping you with a particularly tricky problem, leaning close enough that you can smell her shampoo, when her phone starts borderline shrieking with alerts.

"Shit," she mutters, grabbing it, looking beyond apologetic. "I have to—"

"Go," you say, even though you're disappointed. "Your neighborhood watch thing?"

"Yeah. Last-minute emergency... watching."

She's halfway to the door when she turns back. "Can we do this again? The studying, I mean. Not the emergency part."

You try to bite back a more than pleased smile. You’re not successful, "I'd like that."

After she leaves, you sit in the empty study room for a while, thinking about the way she explained vector calculus like it was poetry, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about complex theorems, the way she looked at you like you were the most interesting equation she'd ever encountered.

Until reality punches all of the air out of your lungs: "Spider-Girl Saves Civilians Trapped in Terrible Industrial Fire."

The realisation hits you during the next class.

Professor Kim is explaining the mechanism behind projectile motion, and Ellie is taking notes with the intensity of someone who needs to understand exactly how objects move through three-dimensional space. Which is apt, you guess. 

"The trajectory of any projectile can be calculated using these equations," Professor Kim drawls, writing on the board. "Accounting for initial velocity, angle of projection, and gravitational acceleration..."

Ellie's pen moves across her notebook, but she's not just copying the equations, you notice. She's modifying them, adding variables, and sketching what looks like trajectory paths between buildings.

Huh, that’s interesting.

"Miss Williams," Professor Kim’s voice booms throughout the hall, "could you share your perspective regarding the topic at hand?"

Ellie looks up, startled. "Oh. I-I was just thinking about how you'd need to account for air resistance in real-world applications. And wind patterns. And if you were, I don’t know, swinging between buildings, you'd need to calculate the optimal release point to maintain momentum while accounting for the pendulum effect of the swing itself."

It’s dead silent. You raise an eyebrow. The class stares at her.

Professor Kim clears her throat, "That's a good question. Yet very specific, Miss Williams."

"I just think about practical applications," Ellie mutters weakly.

After class, you corner her in the hallway, determination oozing from the way you stride over to her. "Swinging between buildings?" you ask.

Ellie can barely hold it together, buzzing with the need to be anywhere but in front of you. "Hypothetically."

"Hypothetically," you echo, studying her face. "You know, I've been thinking about patterns lately, since our conversation. Like how Spider-Girl always seems to show up right after you disappear from class."

Ellie goes very still. "That's... cool."

"Is it? Because I've been doing some math of my own. The timing, the locations, the way you know exactly how web-swinging would work from a physics perspective."

"Funny story, I’m… ah… writing a research paper on Spider-Girl’s abilities—"

"You have the same voice as a certain masked hero who's saved my life three times."

Her face goes pale. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, unable to devise an escape plan. And she has tons of experience in those. "I can explain."

You lean closer, lowering your voice, "Can you? Because I'm starting to think my study partner is also the girl who's been stalking me from rooftops."

"I haven't been stalking you!" she protests, then catches herself. "I mean, I don't know what you're talking about."

You tilt your head, close enough to see the panic in her green eyes. "Prove it."

"How?"

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"If you're not Spider-Girl, then kissing me shouldn't be a problem. But if you are..." you let the sentence hang, your own pulse skyrocketing.

Ellie stares at you, bewilderment painting her features. "That's not—that doesn't prove anything."

"Doesn't it? Because I'm pretty sure Spider-Girl has been wanting to kiss me for weeks. The question is whether Ellie Williams wants to kiss me too."

The words tumble out before you can second-guess them—bold, reckless, and so unlike you. But for once, you don’t care. The hallway is empty, most students having fled to their next classes. Ellie looks around desperately, like she still believes that she can scheme her way out of this.

"I—" she starts, then ultimately stops. Her shoulders slump. "Fuck."

"Is that a confession?"

"It's an acknowledgment that I'm terrible at this secret identity thing."

You grin, pleased with yourself, "So you are Spider-Girl."

"Yeah." She runs a hand through her hair. "And I've been going crazy trying to keep away from you while also making sure you're safe, and I think I'm falling for you but I can't tell if it's because I'm Spider-Girl or because I'm Ellie, and—"

You kiss her.

It’s soft, at first, almost hesitant, but it lands with the quiet certainty of something long overdue. Her words die against your lips, a half-formed thought swallowed by the warmth of your mouth on hers. She lets out a soft, startled sound, something between a gasp and a sigh, and then she’s kissing you back like it’s instinct, like she’s been waiting for this as long as you have.

Her hands rise to cradle your face, fingers trembling just slightly as they settle against your cheeks. She leans into you, melts, and the world narrows down to the press of her body against yours and the wild, thunderous beat of your heart.

When you finally pull back—breathless and stunned—she doesn’t say anything. Just stares at you with wide, shining eyes like she’s seeing something brand new.

Like she’s never wanted anything more.

"Both," you whisper. "You asked if you're falling for me as Spider-Girl or as Ellie. For me, it's both. I'm falling for both of you."

Her smile, the brightest you’ve ever seen, could power the entire campus. "Really?"

"Really. Though I have to say, your secret identity skills need work."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting that." She ducks her head, but not before you catch the rising blush, equal parts pride and bashfulness. You’re not sure if it’s the jab, the kiss, or just you that’s got her blushing like that, but whatever it is, you want to see it again. 

"We should probably talk about this somewhere more private," you say, glancing around the empty hallway.

"My apartment?" Ellie suggests, then immediately looks panicked. "If you want. For talking. Just talking. Very innocent talking."

You laugh, carefree, watching the panic bloom across her face like she’s just proposed something scandalous instead of, quite frankly, simply suggesting. It’s cute—dangerously cute—and a spark of amusement curls in your chest. "Ellie."

"Yeah?"

"It’s alright. I'm not going anywhere."

Her apartment is small and cluttered, textbooks scattered across every surface, equations scrawled on sticky notes stuck to the walls. Such a nerd, you think to yourself with barely controlled lust. There's a familiar suit hanging in the closet, and you stare in awe.

"So," you begin, settling on her couch. "How long?"

"About a year. There was this lab accident—" she sits beside you, close enough that your knees touch. "Radioactive spider. Very original, I know."

"And you've been doing the superhero thing since then?"

"Someone has to. The city's not exactly overflowing with good-natured people."

You drink in her face, taking in the small scar on her cheekbone, the way her eyes are alight with something unfamiliar. "Are you okay with this? Me knowing?"

"Terrified," her eyes widen a little, like she hadn’t expected you to ask. Like the idea that someone would care enough to check in hadn’t fully occurred to her. The tension in her shoulders eases, just barely, and when she speaks, her voice is softer. "But also... relieved? I've been wanting to tell you for weeks."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because people I care about get hurt. It's like a rule or something," her nails scratch at her skin anxiously. "And I care about you. A lot."

It slams into you—her honesty, raw and unguarded—and you have to swallow the rush of feeling that follows. You’ve waited so long for this, for her. Now, she’s here, and you don’t trust yourself to breathe too loudly in case the moment shatters. "How much?"

She looks at you then and the intensity in her gaze makes you forget how to breathe. "Enough that I've been taking patrol routes past your apartment building to make sure you get home safe. Enough that I nearly blew my cover multiple times because I couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt. Enough that I've been falling asleep thinking about you and waking up wishing I could tell you everything."

Your lips quiver, "Ellie..."

"I know it's crazy. I know I've been lying to you, and that dating me comes with risks you never signed up for. I know you think I'm some kind of stalker. Fuck, I am—"

You kiss her again, slower this time, like you're trying to commit the way she tastes, the way she feels under your hands to memory. Her fingers tighten at your waist, tentative at first, then surer, pulling you closer until there’s barely any space left between you. You can clearly tell that she’s been waiting for some semblance of permission to want this as much as she does. She tilts her head, deepening the kiss with a quiet groan that makes your knees go a little weak.

It’s not a confession. It’s a surrender. A promise that neither of you quite knows how to verbalise so soon.

"I don't think you're a stalker," you mumble against her lips. "I think you're extremely awesome. And hot. And selfless."

Ellie chuckles, "And?"

"And I think I'm completely gone for you."

She pulls back to meet your eyes. "Both versions of me?"

"All versions of you. The hero, the student, the girl who makes terrible spider puns and gets flustered when I catch her staring."

"I do not get flustered."

"You look like a tomato right now."

"That's unrelated."

You throw your head back, and she grins, that same, crooked smile that's been driving you crazy for weeks. "I love your laugh," she appreciates softly.

"I love your brain. The way you see patterns in everything, the way you explained all of those formulae like they were beautiful instead of impossible."

"They are beautiful. Math is, like, the language the world uses to describe itself."

"See? That. That's what I'm talking about."

She shifts closer, her forehead resting against yours. "What happens now?"

"Now you stop trying to protect me from a distance and let me be part of your life. The real part."

"It's dangerous."

"So is crossing the street. So is falling in love with someone," you trace the line of her jaw with your fingertip. "I'm not asking you to stop being Spider-Girl. I'm asking you to trust me enough to let me choose to be with you anyway."

She's quiet for a moment, and you can see her calculating probabilities, a deep furrow set in her brows. Finally, she utters, "I've never had anyone who knew. About me, I mean. All of me."

You nod in understanding, "How does it feel?"

"Scary. Amazing. Like I can finally relax."

"Good,” you smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Because I plan on knowing you for a very long time."

"Show me," you say later, when you're curled up together on her couch, her arms around you and her chin resting on your shoulder.

"Show you what?"

"The Spider-Girl stuff. I want to see how it works."

She tenses slightly. "Are you sure? It's kind of intense."

"Ellie. I've been dreaming about this for weeks."

She's deeply amused for a moment, then she gently untangles herself from you and stands. "Okay. But if it freaks you out—"

"It won't."

She moves to the window, and you watch as she seems to almost, in a way, transform. Her posture changes, becomes more fluid, more confident. She presses her palm against the glass, and you see her fingers stick to the surface without any effort.

"Holy shit," you gawk.

"That's not even the cool part." She grins, extending her wrist. There's a soft thwip sound, and you jump back as a strand of webbing shoots out, sticking to the opposite wall. "Web-shooters. My own design."

"Can I...?"

"Touch them? Sure," she comes back to the couch, holding out her wrist. The device is sleek and mechanical, clearly homemade but extraordinarily sophisticated.

You run your fingers over the metal, marveling at the craftsmanship, "You built this?"

"Built, tested, redesigned about fifty times. Turns out web-slinging is more complicated than it looks."

"This is incredible. You're incredible."

She rubs the back of her neck, "It's just engineering."

"It's genius-level engineering that you did in your spare time while maintaining an impeccable GPA."

"My GPA is not impeccable—"

"Ellie," you look at her seriously. "You're amazing. Not just as Spider-Girl, but as you. The fact that you use your intelligence to help people, that you built all this to make the world safer... it's the most attractive thing I've ever seen."

She stares at you for a moment, then she's pressing her lips to yours, urgent and hungry. You respond immediately, your hands fisting in her flannel shirt as she guides you back against the couch cushions.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," she barely contains her whimper. "Every time I saved you, every time you smiled at me in class, every time you caught me staring..."

"I was hoping you'd stare," you admit, biting your lower lip. "I've been trying to get your attention for weeks."

"You always had my attention," her fingers trace the skin just above your waistband, and you shiver. "From the first day you sat next to me in class, I couldn't think about anything else."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Because girls like you don't usually go for awkward nerds."

You giggle, bringing her face back to yours for another kiss. "This girl does."

"Yeah?"

"Hell, yeah," you tug at her shirt, suddenly desperate to feel more of her.

She helps you pull her flannel off, revealing a simple black tank top underneath. There are more scars here, small ones scattered across her arms and shoulders—evidence of her other life.

"Do they hurt?" you ask, tracing one with your fingertip.

"Not anymore. I heal fast now."

You lean up to kiss the scar on her collarbone. "I don't like the idea of you being hurt."

"I'm careful."

"You throw yourself off buildings for a living."

"I'm strategically careful."

You're about to respond when she kisses your neck, and whatever you were going to say dissolves into a soft moan. She's good at this, all careful attention and gentle pressure, like she's been thinking about exactly how to touch you.

"Ellie," you whisper, and she responds by trailing kisses down your neck.

"I love the way you say my name," she whispers against your skin. "Both when you're annoyed with me in class and when you're like this."

"Like what?"

"Desperate. Wanting me."

"I do want you," you thread your fingers through her hair, tugging gently until she looks at you. "I want all of you."

Something shifts in her expression, heat darkening her eyes. "All of me?"

Instead of answering, you flip your positions, pushing her back against the couch and settling yourself astride her lap. Her hands immediately find your waist, fingers digging in like she's afraid you'll disappear.

"Hi," you say softly.

"Hi yourself," her voice is rougher now, her breathing uneven. "This is... this is really happening?"

"Unless you want to stop."

"Fuck no," she sits up, bringing your faces level. "I just... I've imagined this so many times, but I never thought..."

"What?"

"I never thought you'd want me back."

You cup her face in your hands, thumb brushing over her cheek. "Ellie Williams, I've been hopelessly crushing on you since the first time you rambled about one of your silly interests. Finding out you're also the badass superhero who's been saving my life is just a sexy bonus."

She laughs, light and surprised. "Sexy?"

"Very sexy. The competence, the confidence, the way you move like you know exactly what your body can do," you roll your hips cheekily, and her grip on your waist tightens frenziedly. "It's incredibly hot."

"Oh."

"Tongue-tied?"

"Shut up," she says, but she's grinning as she pulls you down.

This time when your lips meet, it's different. Needy. Her hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing just under your ribs, and you arch into the touch with a sound that makes her eyelashes flutter.

"Is this okay?" she asks, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

"More than okay."

She helps you pull it off, and for a moment she just stares, dumbfounded. "You're so beautiful," she licks her lips, and the reverence in her voice astounds you.

"So are you,” you drag her into another makeout, rougher this time. She meets you halfway as you both start to move—slow, desperate grinding that leaves no room for doubt. Her thigh slots between yours, and the friction pulls a breathy curse from your lips.

Ellie’s hands are everywhere, the curve of your back, your shoulders, the line of your throat. She mouths at your chest through your bra, tongue dragging over the fabric until your head tips back and a shaky moan escapes you. She hums against you like she’s proud of your reaction and you’re already giving in, her name slipping like a prayer.

You pull back to meet her eyes. "I need you, Ellie."

Something in her expression shatters—restraint, maybe, or whatever thread of self-control she was still clinging to. Her jaw tightens like she’s trying to hold herself back and failing spectacularly. She exhales sharply through her nose, then grabs your hips with both hands, grinding up against you like she can’t stand even an inch of space.

“Fuck,” she mutters, like the word is forcibly ripped out of her. “Say that again.”

“O-oh,” you gasp at the delicious movement, clutching onto her helplessly. “N-need you, Els. Please.”

She stands without warning, lifting you with her, and you wrap your legs around her waist. The casual display of strength makes heat pool in your stomach.

"Show off," you tease.

"You like it."

"Wrong. I love it."

Her bedroom is small and messy like the rest of her apartment, but you don’t mind. She sets you down gently beside the bed, her hands immediately finding your waist again.

"Are you sure about this?" she asks, and there's a fond vulnerability in her voice.

"Ellie," you step closer, pecking the tip of her nose. "I'm sure about you.”

"I’m sure about you too," she smiles, and then she's walking you backward until your legs hit the mattress.

You fall together, a jumble of limbs and fast kisses and hands that can't stop touching. She's careful with you, gentle despite the strength you know she possesses, and something about that contrast—the deadly superhero being so tender with you—makes you feel cherished in a way you've never experienced.

"I want to make you feel good," she moans against your ear, and it sends shivers down your spine. "Will you let me make you feel good, baby?"

"E-Ellie," you can only manage to stammer, and she smirks deviously against your neck.

"Just like that."

Ellie doesn’t hesitate. Her hand slips beneath your waistband, knuckles brushing your skin as she works her way into your pants and under your panties. The first drag of her fingers through your slick makes both of you gasp—you at the contact, her at the way you’re already soaking for her.

“Jesus,” she remarks, almost in devotion, before slipping two fingers inside you, slow but unrelenting. Your hands dig into her shoulders, hips rolling up to meet each thrust, and she finds a rhythm that makes your head spin. Her palm presses snug against your clit, every movement measured and devastating.

"You're so responsive," she murmurs, pressing kisses down your throat. "So perfect."

"Not perfect," your reply is strained, hard to think with her touching you like this.

"Perfect for me."

When her lips follow the path her hands have traced, you're already trembling. She takes her time, building you up carefully, until you're writhing beneath her.

"Please," you beg for the second time that day, and she looks up at you with her insatiable, lidded gaze.

"Please what?"

"Please don't stop."

"Never," she swears, and then she's making good on it, using her mouth and hands to take you apart piece by piece.

She sinks to her knees like it's second nature, tugging your pants down completely with an urgency that makes you shy away. Her mouth is on you almost instantly, tongue parting you with aching precision, and the first slow lick is both torture and life-changing. Her hands grip your thighs firmly, anchoring you in place, as if daring you to pull away.

Not that you would, not when her mouth is right there, focused solely on your dripping cunt.

She moans against you like she’s the one being eaten out, the sound sending vibrations straight through your core, and you choke out a gasp. One hand trails from your thigh to slip two fingers inside you, easy from how wet you already are, and the combination of her mouth and the rhythmic movement of her fingers is devastating. She fucks you with purpose, stroking that perfect spot over and over as her lips wrap around your clit and suck.

Your hands find her hair, threading through it with desperation as you grind helplessly against her face, barely coherent. 

“Mmm, yeah, good girl. There you go. Use me however you want.”

Your eyes roll back at her words.

The tension coils tighter and tighter, until it snaps all at once—a blinding rush of pleasure that leaves your vision white at the edges as your body bucks against her, undone completely.

She doesn’t stop until you’re gasping, overstimulated and twitching. Until you're crying out her name and seeing stars. Afterward, she holds you close, pressing soft kisses to your temple while you catch your breath.

"Okay?" she asks quietly.

"More than okay," you move in her arms, meeting her eyes. "Your turn."

"You don't have to—"

"I want to," you reassure her softly. "I want to make you fall apart the way you just did to me."

Her face contorts into something akin to burning desire and you grin as you begin to return the favour, taking your time to explore every inch of her skin, to learn what makes her gasp and moan and whisper.

She's beautiful like this, her usual composure completely gone. When she finally climaxes, it's with your name on her tongue and her hands tangled in your hair.

You collapse together afterward, sweaty and satisfied and completely content. She pulls a blanket over both of you, and you snuggle into her side, your head on her chest.

"Hmm," you sigh eventually, tracing lazy patterns on her skin. "This is nice."

"Nice?" she laughs, the sound vibrating through her chest. "I pour my heart out, reveal my secret identity, and give you the best orgasm of your life, and you call it 'nice'?"

"Best orgasm of my life? Someone’s cocky."

"Was it not?"

You grin, leaning up to kiss her chin. "It was incredible. You're incredible."

She tightens her hold around you. "I plan on doing that a lot more, just so you know."

"I’m counting on it."

You lie there in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the feeling of being close to her. Eventually, though, a bunch of doubts and concerns start to creep in like phantoms in the night.

"What happens now?" you ask timidly.

"Now we figure it out as we go," she presses her face into your hair, inhaling deeply. "Together."

"Together," you agree after a few beats of silence, and you can't think of anything that sounds more meant to be.

Outside the window, the city hums with its usual evening hustle and bustle. Somewhere out there, people are going to need Spider-Girl's help. But for now, she's exactly where she belongs—in bed with you, planning a future that includes both sides of who she is.

And you can't wait to see what comes next.

[edisonnapepper]

꒰ ♱ ꒱ in bloom nsfw headcanons ┆ read in bloom for context. dom!ellie, sub!reader, some nasty and borderline depraved stuff in here, mean!ellie, soft!ellie also, spit kink, overstim, praise, choking, hand kink, dacryphilia, descriptions of oral, fingering, tribbing, finger sucking. so filthy. weed. wet dreams. pet play kinda (to be written separately... <3) just trust me w/ this  ♡  MINORS DNI ( 18+ )

♱ ellie had, of course, developed a soft side reserved only for you, but that didn't mean she couldn't still have those moments where lust took over and made her act in filth. it was like she'd be overwhelmed by her love for you—a more fucked up version of cuteness aggression. you were so precious to her. so cute and so pretty reacting to all the different ways she touched you. you were shy and untouched when ellie first had you, but she's spent some time breaking you in.

♱ she couldn't bring herself to be mean outright. never ever would ellie degrade you, she's certain you'd cry and not in the way that she likes it. her words were gentle. constant praise kept your cunt wetter than the sea, and ellie loved that—'who's a good girl? yeah, you are. you can take just a little bit more, okay? you got this, darlin'.' she got such a kick out of it.

♱ but physically? ellie gave you everything she had, every time. she wasn't just fucking you, she was possessing you. bringing you to the brink of pleasure over, and over, and over, until her mark had been left behind. the visual aspect of her fucking you was the most important.

♱ it took her a little while to adjust to it, because she felt like a sick fuck for getting off to you crying. normally, ellie would be beside herself if she witnessed you emotional, hugging you tight and wanting to fix whatever's wrong. it never sat right with her until the first time she had taken you a little too far in the bedroom compared to usual—shiny, pearlescent streaks started lining your cheeks, and when paired with the weak sounds you were emitting, it made her so, so wet. her heartbeat was thumping in her cunt. especially when ellie asked you if you wanted to stop, and you shook your head no.

♱ every squirm, fidget, and thrash, every moan, squeak, and sob; all of your begging, all of your whining, it was what ellie liked to see. it was control like she'd never had before and you willingly gave it to her, because you trusted her. and that was the best.

♱ every moment in bed with her was an example of how much you trusted her, and ellie took none of it for granted. she got dirty, she absolutely ruined you every time, because you let her. and you liked it. she would drool slowly, disgustingly into your mouth, and you'd gasp and moan as it hit your tongue, then swallow it. she'd smear your tears all over your cheeks with her hand and coo at your sleepy doe eyes. she'd distract you with praises whilst pushing your body into whatever position she liked, and it seemed that nothing mattered as long as you could hold her hand the whole time. she didn't mind that. it was cute.

♱ she'd savour your taste on her tongue for hours, stuck between your legs like there was some kind of force that kept her there. she'd be looking up to watch your body convulse, orgasm after orgasming rolling through you, your meek whimpering sending pleasure right to her core. hands gripping beneath the scruff of your thighs to angle your pussy perfectly for her access, her own hips grinding recklessly into the mattress to relieve her throbbing heat.

♱ and when speaking of hands, she had picked up early on that you admired hers. they were pretty; slender, her palms wide and rough, fingers long and bony. she noticed things in bed, such as your shivering or gasping softly if she were to take hold of you somehow. she'd pin you down and you'd try your damndest to muffle the moan it elicited, but bless you, it was impossible. once, ellie had tried to quiet you down by slipping her thumb between your lips, and you responded so well that soon enough she had stuffed both your mouth and your pussy with her fingers—three in each. the sweet sounds of you suckling her fingers, mixed with the wet squelching as she pumped them in and out of your dripping little hole, haunted her.

♱ ellie loved using her hands, and you loved when she did too. she loved to stretch you out on her fingers, see how many you could take and how deep. she loved when your cunt would clamp down every time you came. and after, she loved the lingering scent. not that she'd ever let you find out, but she often sniffed her fingers after like an addict seeking a high, and it would provide—the scent alone would get her turned on all over again.

♱ choking was an accident the first time around. you were more than a little overstimulated, multiple orgasms deep when ellie continued to finger you slowly and cruelly. you were worming around so much she pushed a hand out to blindly restrain you and ended up holding you down by the neck, which she was about to correct as soon as she realised—but like every other depraved thing she ever did to you, you whined happily in response to it.

♱ she loved tribbing. grinding her cunt over yours, never slowly, never even smoothly; it was always her most desperate act. she'd hold onto you the tightest, making sure you didn't move a muscle whilst she focused on getting the both of you off. and she'd try really, really hard to come at the same time that you did. not hard to do, considering the real source of her pleasure was watching you.

♱ you had wet dreams frequently. at first she thought that you were having nightmares. at first, you were too embarrassed to say otherwise, so you'd awkwardly huddle close while she comforted you. it clicked one night as you started to roll your hips into the mattress. it ended with her waking you up, letting you ride it out on her thigh, her whispered words of encouragement getting you to the place you needed to be.

♱ when it came to overstimulation versus edging, ellie always preferred overstimulating you. with everything you did for her, she figured you deserve everything she can give you. and you did look so pretty every time you came. she was trying to get the image of your face while you were coming burnt into her mind. but the rare occasion she would edge you? that was for the same reason, but in a different way. you looked so pretty begging. it made her feel needed.

"please els, you gotta do something. i need you so much, touch me, please. you made me like this." "did i? aww, kitten..."

♱ and whilst ellie enjoyed having a casual bit of weed with jesse and dina, she never let you smoke. if you were super curious, she'd let you help her roll a joint. the one time she let you try, you greened out. so she wasn't interested in letting you try again.

she can't deny you easily. so she let you try again with a much weaker joint. and surprisingly for ellie, it led to great sex.

♱ when on patrol, she checked out the boutique and the flower shop once more, when the pet store nearby caught her attention. hanging in near pristine condition was a light pink collar, set with a little bell and everything. she told jesse it'd just be a funny joke, but she had something else in mind for the collar. after all, you were her kitten... (coming soon is a separate writeup about this idea...)

♱ genuinely, ellie had been scared to be rough with you at first. she just had this weird instinct to ruin you every time. and it was definitely born from her separation anxiety. she wanted to own you. there was something she really enjoyed about you saying her name. she encouraged it often. "who's fucking you baby?" "who do you belong to?" "yeah, nobody could take care of you like ellie."

"you wanna get on your knees for me?" "yes." "say 'yes, ellie'." "yes, ellie."

she was a little bit cringy with it.

♱ after any sexual act she would frantically check over you to make sure you weren't hurt. after that, she would promptly pass out. she was sleepy, very sleepy, and would have to watch herself to make sure she doesn't go to sleep before getting you cleaned up.

🏷️ @abbysdollie @valeisaslut @eriiwaii @emmap3rkins @ellieshothousewife @piercedome @therealhexstrap @jinxedbambi @heyimrye @rhian88 @g4ys0n @yoosohh @marvelwomenarehot0 @l0veylace

[edisonnapepper]

Can I request a Jesse x fem! reader 🤭 where she is the most sought out girl in Jackson. Takes place during the party on season 2 epi 1. Where Ellie and Jesse are taking about Dina and him getting back together but Jesse already has eyes on the reader. (Idk if that makes sense)

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐎𝐦𝐠 𝐡𝐢 !! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 !! 💕

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You can hear the band faintly playing as you approached the new year's party that was carefully planned by maria, she was so giddy about it all week. The path to the door is muddy, boot-scuffed and lined with beautifully arranged flowers in lots of different colors. You smiled to yourself, not because things are perfect but because someone still cared enough to make it feel that way for a night. You could practically feel maria's efforts all around you.

You reached down, lifting the delicate fabric of your dress. Although the dress already sits just above your knee, you couldn't take any risks.

When you had found it in the clothes bins they keep near the front gate, you almost squealed in excitement. It was a gorgeous bottle green dress with long sleeves and lace along the hem. You carefully examined it, running your fingers over every seam and stitch. You could definitely tell that whoever had made the dress put alot of love into it. You knew you had to take good care of it.

The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you stepped inside, and for a moment, the warmth of the room seemed to pause for you, replaced by a stillness that clung to you. Feeling your cheeks heat up. You didn't miss how conversations slowed and curious stares lingered. A shiver slipped down your spine before you could stop it.

You tried to ignore the eyes that watched you like you're something special—something rare. You tried to flash a couple polite smiles as you hunted down the drinks.

You looked around feeling a little lost then your eye caught something, you squinted to get a better look. It was jesse and ellie they looked like they were talking about something.. Then ellie subtly gestured towards the crowd, were they talking about someone?.. Your eyes followed the direction of her finger almost instantaneously.. It was dina, they were talking about dina.

You let out a huff of frustration as your eyes darted around the room. Everyone was staring at you, their eyes filled with wonder at your every little step. It was everyone but the one whose gaze you were aching to meet.

Shaking it off, you made your way to them just as dina whisked ellie away dragging her to the dance floor, and then it happened. His sweet gaze the only one that didn't seem to be dissecting you, it was warm and familiar, You felt lightheaded.

"Woah, you clean up nice." he said gesturing towards your dress, you could tell he immediately regretted how that sounded as soon as it left his mouth, because his face made an expression you hadn't seen before and his lips parted like he wanted to take it back somehow.

You chuckled, shaking your head at his remark and you were about speak, already coming up with a silly response but to your surprise he spoke up again to try and save himself.

"That came out dumb, I just mean- like when you walked over here, I didn't even recognize you.. God, you? the girl who was taking down infected like it was nothing this morning?"

You chuckled, as you remembered patrol that morning, trying to recall if you were really as badass as he was making you sound right now. Jesse was your absolute favorite patrol partner. He never hovered and he wasn't so serious and mopey all the time. Being around jesse was easy in general now that you're really thinking of it.

"You're so beautiful y/n.. That's what I mean."

Your eyes found his again as he pulled you back into the present moment. Blinking at him a couple times, you straightened up, unable to ignore the warmth that coursed through your body. The way the words felt so genuine as they left his lips. It made your heart skip a beat.

You didn't have enough time to snap yourself out of your almost hypnotic state before he chuckled, flashing his gorgeous smile at you.

"You want a drink?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip at his tone, you could listen to him talk all day.

When he got back he placed the glass in your hand. You gave him an appreciative smile before swirling the drink around in your cup and taking a sip.

As the silence loomed over you two, you realized that he had just given you the sweetest compliment you ever received and you gave him nothing in return. Not even a thank you. Shit..

"You look good too jesse.." The words left your mouth hesitantly. God.. What did you just say?

The chuckle that came out of him almost made your knees buckle. Before you could recover he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing your ear.

"Let's get some air." He pulled away gauging your expression for a response but you eagerly nodded your head, your hand finding his before you give it an affirmative squeeze.

He squeezed your hand back, Looking down and smiling at how your hand fit perfectly in his.

Jesse has always been around, since you two basically grew up in jackson together. There was always something between the two of you but there was never an open window where you guys were able to express your feelings. He was on and off with dina and you were always talking to someone but it was never serious. You were terrified of your feelings for jesse and your way of dealing with that fear was ignoring it completely, opting for the more meaningless connections.

"Hey, you okay?" Jesse's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm all good" You replied back almost a little too fast. Nice, real subtle. "So, how are things with you and dina?"

While you two were on patrol together this morning, he mentioned that they were arguing and it didn't look great for their relationship, But you knew how this went.. They'd breakup in hot anger, an irrational decision. Just long enough for all the yearning and the tension to build up and then, they're all over each other again.

To your surprise the next thing you heard was a laugh. "We're done. Seriously, for good."

You were starting to get major deja vu. "Yeah, I've heard that before."

You didn't fail to notice the way he shook his head adamantly, a crooked smile on his face as he inched closer to you.

"You have no idea, huh?" Your eyebrows furrowed. Your brain was still trying to process his words when suddenly, you felt his warm hand barley brush against your cheek, swiping a strand of hair away from your face. His movements were cautious but not tense.

"Tonight has been all about pretending, y'know? That's why I hate these things, like no matter how much effort they put into this.. It always feels like they're trying to imitate how life was like before the infected and all that,.. and it just always feels so awkward and unnatural. It never feels real,"

You were so focused as he spoke that you didn't even realize his hands had found their way to your hips.

"But then, when I saw you it's like everything clicked. I started to really get why people go to these things to dance around, all cheesy with the people they love."

Your heart was slamming against your ribs, as he moved closer. You knew it was stupid but you silently prayed that he wouldn't tell how fast your heart was beating. Your hands reached up to rest against sides as the proximity left you no other choice. When he paused your hands wrapped around the fabric of his shirt to tell him that you were listening.

"Seeing you, made it all feel real.. You make it feel real."

You felt his warm breath against your face as he leaned down to whisper the words, only for you to hear.

"Jesse.." You said. His name leaving your mouth in a breath you didn't realize you were holding in.

He nodded. His eyes searching yours as he leaned even closer now, his lips brushing against yours.

You leaned in, looking up at him before letting your eyes shut and pressing your lips feverishly against his, like you've been waiting forever.

His passion matched yours. His hand ran up your back until he reached the back of your head, his hand getting tangled in your pretty locks.

You couldn't help but smile against his lips as he did so, which made him smile too. He pulled away only slightly to get a good look at you.

"What?" He asked, chuckling almost breathlessly, as his eyes search your face with the most love and affection you've ever seen in a pair of eyes.

"I'm just really happy." Your arms snaked around his neck as the words left your lips, followed by a lovesick laugh.

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to, his smile said it all. You were always so terrified of how you felt for jesse, but now, being with him like this, with his hands around your waist and yours around his neck and the ridiculously giddy smiles that you two had plastered onto your faces.

It didn't feel so scary anymore. It felt like everything you've ever wanted–everything you couldn't find in anyone else.

Finally.

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[edisonnapepper]

the fox burrows.

YOU NEVER STOOD A CHANCE. no marks, no truth, no sun. you weren't hers, and she'd never be yours.

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

tags: nsfw mdni. angst, hurt no comfort, smut, strap on sex. implied infidelity. inspired by fleabag.

w/c: 1.6k

a/n: some of y'all wouldn't know angst if it slapped u in ur face! so enjoy this! ⸺ℰ

It’s pathetic.

The way you say it, the way you look at Ellie– it was all so pathetic, so pointless. You open your big mouth, with your too-big heart, your bloody teeth, and your sharp tongue. And yet the words that come out are tender– soft like Ellie’s hair, warm like the blood under your skin.

“I love you.” 

Ellie smiles– sad, understanding, patient. Whether or not she reciprocated it was out of the question because Ellie is with someone and it’s not you. It takes everything in you to not tell Ellie to shut up, to just let the words live in the space between them. It takes everything in you to not beg Ellie to let you have this one thing– for once just let you have something, even if it made your heart wilt in your chest.

Ellie is quiet for the first time in a long time. 

Then, as the wind dies down, and the stars shine bright, she speaks.

“It’ll pass.” 

It’s the biggest lie you’ve ever heard. It makes you laugh– wet, on the verge of a sob, but not quite there. You don't say anything– not when Ellie grabs your hand or kisses your knuckles. Not when she stares and stares and stares. Not even when Ellie moves to get up. 

“If I had told you sooner–” You dare to ask, “Would it have mattered?”

Ellie pretends to think, but you both know the answer. 

Ellie was dead set on getting back together with Dina– ever since she showed back up to Jackson, ever since Abby and that kid had shown her that she could have her own happy ending, that some things were worth trying for more than once.

You never even had a chance. 

—

You are, for all intents and purposes of the word, hopeless. 

Probably not a hopeless romantic, just hopeless as a human being. Sometimes, you think that you were never supposed to get a happy ending. That the closest you (or any version of yourself for that matter) would’ve gotten to a happy ending is getting bitten in an alleyway– leaving behind nothing and no one.

You were never sure why. You weren't even sure if you wanted to know. 

Ellie was always really pushy during sex– she liked to move you until she had you exactly where she wanted you. You never had an issue with it, actually liked it when Ellie told you what to do or where to be. All you had to do was listen and–

“Be good, baby.”

Sometimes Ellie would ask you if something was okay– if she could do this or do that and you would just stare. You could never think of anything Ellie could do to you that you wouldn’t love– you could never come up with anything you didn’t like. It was sickening, how much you wanted Ellie. You never understood it– why Ellie asked for permission like you weren't splayed out in front of her, thighs spread, cunt dripping between each other. 

She’d ask until you gave her a verbal answer, and when you did, Ellie would smile big, warm, and sweet. 

“Fuck–” You hissed, Ellie’s strap pumping in and out of you over and over again, making you dizzy. Your nails always threatened to scar her when Ellie was this rough, but you knew better. You knew–

“No marks,” Ellie breathed, pushing her face into your neck, “Fuck, baby–” 

It’s difficult not to scratch– difficult not to bite. You had to keep your hands on the mattress and your fingers would twist the sheets because you can’t mark Ellie, can never mark Ellie– no marks, no marks, no biting– 

Never any fucking marks. 

“Fuck,” Ellie moaned again, her lips against your ear, “So fucking good.”

Ellie always liked to pound into you– never did it slow, at least, not for long. She never really took her time, but neither did you, so you guessed it was a mutual thing. It was always easy to cum with Ellie– she knew what she was doing. She learned quickly exactly what you wanted– needed– and she memorized exactly what to do to make you cum quick. 

You were never sure if it was because Ellie cared or if she was just being efficient. 

“Ellie,” you whimpered, “Please, just–”

And it just burned you– because you knew that Ellie knew what you wanted. And she made you beg for it anyway.

—

You did a lot of stupid things– like putting plastic tupperware in the oven, leaving your laundry out right before it starts to pour, forgetting to correctly saddle your horse. You could go on. 

So, it’s not all that surprising when you did another stupid thing. 

You weren't entirely sure what had come over you. You wanted to blame something else– someone else, some outside source that made you read too much into the things Ellie did for you. 

Doing stupid things was your best skill– second to your bad luck. 

Ellie had checked up on you– again. She liked to do that. She brought you snacks and water and sometimes she’d bring bread if she’d managed to snag extra, but that time she had just brought herself. She’d been tired and unkept, hair in a lazy bun and sweats sporting grass stains, but you thought she looked perfect.

So, when Ellie got close enough, when she’d looked you in the eye for a little too long, you looked at her lips. A momentary lapse. Ellie hadn’t moved away, but you should have given her the benefit of the doubt– she probably didn’t notice that you had even looked. Even so, you were too in love to give her the benefit of the doubt– too hopeful when you should have been hopeless. 

You kissed her. It was soft, barely there, and it had made your lips tingle. Ellie didn’t move, so you didn’t either, but then it sucker-punched you that she was probably just your friend. 

When you shifted back, Ellie followed you and pressed your lips together, harder than before. 

You thought you had maybe overdosed on those pills Tommy had given you– that maybe you were hallucinating or you were in a concerningly realistic dream. It’s when Ellie cupped your check that you realized you weren’t dreaming, so you moved your hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer. The force of your kisses turned bruising the more time went by, the more Ellie pulled you closer, like she wanted to sit on your lap, which is a little laughable, but you liked it. 

You were pleasantly surprised when she shifted on your lap, knees spread, your thigh directly meeting the warmth between her own thighs. 

She sighed against your mouth, grinding down against you, your own cunt beginning to drool in your panties. 

Ellie was gasping against your lips, your hands gripping her waist with a kind of strength only you could have at this moment with her so close– something akin to a dragon hoarding a pearl, and you hold her between your hands, teeth ready to bare.

It made you dizzy, made you needy, made you run your fingers through Ellie’s hair and pull. 

You were pressing kisses to her neck when Ellie rasped out, “No marks.” 

You didn’t think anything of it.

You should’ve. 

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You met Ellie immediately after being thrown into Jackson with no family. 

You were told that these people– this community– is your new family. That they would take up the space of your parents, your siblings, your friends. You can’t really remember the last time you’d seen them, let alone talked to them. You were out of your depth, and Ellie saw right through you. 

It’s easy to find her after meeting her at what you could only describe as orientation. You were told to be up by 8 in the goddamn morning to learn the law of the land– how Jackson worked, how you could help out. Ellie knew where to run off to and she’d hinted at it when you’d rolled your eyes at Maria saying, “We’re a tight knit community who spends lots of time together.” – needless to say you weren’t interested.

You tried your best to be nonchalant when you showed up. Ellie had her back to you as she scribbled in her notebook– marking the pages with words you couldn’t make out and drawings that looked nicer than you cared to admit.

“Welcome,” Ellie drawled, gesturing vaguely next to her, “I figured you’d stop by.”

You stepped forward till you were by her side, and only then did Ellie look up. You watched the way her hair caught the moonlight, and grew embarrassed when too much time passed. You cleared your throat and looked away.

“Loosen up,” she laughed quietly, and your stomach flipped. You did your best, but you weren’t sure it was working. Ellie was already sitting, so you figured you’d join her. You sat criss-cross, fingers pulling at weeds absentmindedly.

“Not from around here, are ya?” Ellie asked, glancing over.

You shook your head with a low chuckle. 

“Wow, what would Jackson do without its private-eye?" you mocked, “Not like I’m new here or anything.” 

“Nice to meet you, newbie,” Ellie grinned, holding her hand out for a shake, “I’m Ellie.”

“Ditto,” you replied, grasping Ellie’s hand, “Nice tattoo.”

It’s when Ellie looks at you with that stupid smile on her face, lips parting to say her thanks, her fingers at your pulse. It’s then that something embeds itself into your chest cavity, a carving along your ribs one through seven. Eight, nine, and ten feel the vibrations. Eleven and twelve long for the same sentiment.

You never stood a chance.

[edisonnapepper]

just saw the other ask about gwen stacey, but i literally CANNOT get it out of my head!!! like what if gwen was one of the people jn spidey’s universe they weren’t able to save, but DC! gwen is still alive, and when they find gwen they freak out? also pretty sure this wouldn’t work in this fic, but a fic where spidey! reader tries to save gwen in DC universe but she goes supervillain instead would be super interesting. LOVE this story it’s AMAZING

ANON YOURE SO SMART ARFGCHVJFUGUFU

spidey stopping in their tracks when they see that blonde head of hair that's so distantly familiar—maybe a bit longer than the last time they saw her.

they remember having to tear their eyes away from every girl with long blonde hair for months after gwen's death, and have finally come to accept it—so they turn around. it couldn't be her. it just couldn't, because if it was—they're not sure they'll be able to leave.

but that laugh. they know that laugh. they know it so well—they'd imprinted it into their memory. a memory they never thought they'd experience ever again.

in the corner of their vision, they catch a glimpse of her eyes, and instantly, they know.

that's gwen. it's your gwen.

the one who you thought you'd lost forever. you had to leave the room before you got misty-eyed—in the end, she doesn't know you and you don't know this gwen.

yet, it's like all those memories come rushing back and you're 16 once more—holding her in your arms as you cry your heart out.

you don't know if you'll ever be able to face her. because what if all you see is that blank, lifeless expression again?

OUUUHHH AND IF SHE BECAME A VILLAIN ARGHHHH the dynamic would be SOOO good im geekingggggg out

spidey having to face their past in the physical form of gwen, who in this universe, is the embodiment of everything they failed to save??? CHEFS KISS MWAH

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK THIS WAS SO GOODDD

[edisonnapepper]

Jacket obsession

Spider-Verse: You leave a piece of clothing behind with a yandere.

Characters: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, 42!Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Miguel O'Hara

Warnings: Obsession, stealing, yandere tendencies, just them going lovely over a piece of clothing.

Miles Morales:

Oh poor boy at first freaked out trying to get your attention before you enter the portal without your jacket.

“Wait! You’ll get colded.” He shouted as you entered the portal not hearing him.

After a few seconds after with worry in his chest he looked down at the clothing in hand and realized what he had. A piece of you that he could hold while he was away from you, and he hated being away from you, but the boys heart filled up with happiness.

The clothing smell just like you and if he threw it over a pillow it would be like cuddling with you. Boy is over the moon. And I mean like so giddy it’s embarrassingly cute.

He takes it every where with him, to the kitchen it’s in his hands, watching or playing games? It’s in his lap. He smells it constantly and gets really sad after a week when it doesn’t smell like you anymore.

However when you come back to his dimension and request for your jacket his heart breaks. Boy pouts security at the lose but he sees this as a way to get it to smell like you again and steal it after a while.

Overall if you leave anything he will take it and treasure it until you come back because now he has you for the time being.

He’s more of a clingy yandere but he still can’t help but obsessive over his darling.

“Maybe i could give you one of mine- Incase you lose yours again that is.”

Hobie Brown

Cocky little man notices it before you even want to leave and he knows you’ll forget it so he just lets you.

He loves when you leave things behind, thinks it might be a way of flirting. But when you do leave clothing he just feral about it.

Like he just can’t stop smelling it and just wants to hold it all day. He thinks of how cute you look in or how you smile and everything you do just flashes in his head.

Man is devilish to me. So he has a collection of things he steals from your bedroom when you’re out and he sneaks into your dimension. Clothes, shoes, necklaces or anything he can find.

You come back to him for it but he just holds it in his hands, above you and around the room when you try and take it way. “You mean this jacket?” Boy will have so much fun making you annoyed.

Hobie will leave his jacket on your room in hopes you’d wear it and think of him like he does you. He gets a grin when he thinks about it.

“If yah’ wanted to give me your jacket all yah’ had to do was say so.”

Gwen Stacy

You think she’s just chilling? Um no, she isn’t.

She loves you so much, her whole thing is like “I’ve lost to much.” And if she’s a yandere she can’t stop loving everything you do-Anyway.

She wears it and it can be oversized or maybe tight? She doesn’t care. She doesn’t take it off her body until it stops smelling like you or until she needs to get in her suit.

Gwen is maybe fighting with her self for many different reasons and they are:

“This is creepy.” “Oh cares? They smell so good.”

“They did this on purpose, so cute.” “No they just forgot it Gwen.”

Conflict with her own feelings all the time. But she never stops holding it close.

Gwen likes the idea of wearing your clothes to make it know she’s taken and that you’re hers. Can’t stop thinking of when you get to wear her clothes.

Yes, you guys aren’t “Dating” But your all hers.

“Don’t worry, I kept it so safe. By the way, could I borrow it again?”

Miguel O'Hara

Doesn’t care-Joking.

Miguel wouldn’t think about it at first and knows you just forget it and will come back for it later. But as time goes by, a hour, he can’t stopped looking at it for some reason.

He sneaks over like someone is watching him and picks it up. His mouth waters at the smell of you and he wouldn’t be able to let it go.

It might have rinkles on it from him carrying it so much. It’s his stress ball. You guys ever seen a kid carry around a blanket? Well that’s him.

He does feel wrong for obsessing over the piece of cloth but for different reasons then Gwen. He thinks he’s above something like this, doesn’t think it’s a big deal and he should forget it.

But when it puts it down a few seconds, it’s immediately in his hand again.

Yes, he does put it on a pillow and holds it close like he’s protecting you. He’s practically for when you get to be in his arms.

When you asked for it back he stands still for a minute. He feels sad and hates it because it’s just so stupid! Of course he gives you it back.

“I could give you one of mine…Only because that one doesn’t seem like it keeps you warm.”

42!Miles Morales

He’s a lot like Miguel in this situation a bit. And even if I see him as a big, big hard yandere he doesn’t think this is to big of a deal. Now don’t get me wrong he loves it, he just isn’t crazy as the rest of them.

Though, he does like to have it near him when he sleeps like have you close to him, or smell it whenever he can. Of course he has it in his lap when he’s gaming but the jacket never leaves his room.

Will buy the same one as you so you two can match and he can give you his. He thinks about you wearing something of his, like goes crazy just thinking of it.

You ask for it back? That’s cool, just try and get it from him. He loves to tease you to the ends of the earth and he would give it to you when you ask. But you’re just so cute when you get annoyed.

“If you wanted a jacket mami you could have asked for mine. Think mine would look cuter on you away.”

[edisonnapepper]

Gwen Stacy has a “protect trans kids” flag in her room. Imagine if she has that because she has a trans little brother (male reader)?

I’d like to request platonic yandere Gwen Stacy with a younger brother who is ftm. :] It would also be really cool if you could add some headcanons with the others, because sometimes Gwen wants M/n to be safe, but can’t watch him herself. So she allows the ones she trusts the MOST (Hobie, Pavitr, Miles, whoever else) to watch and be with him for her!

(details that you can choose if you wanna include or not: dealing with transphobia, missing Gwen when she’s on missions, potentially cuddles because sometimes he just wants to be held and it doesn’t really matter who does it)

Warnings: yandere behavior, platonic Gwen, talks about harassment and transphobia,

A/N: this was really fun to write! Ty for requesting. Please enjoy this :]

The fact is, she’s like your biggest supporter ever. Ever since you decided to come out, she makes sure to protect you, taking care of you by often pulling harmless pranks on you and adoring you. She probably shows way more love to you than she's shown to anyone.

If and when people misgender you, Gwen will go do things two ways. One, she will correct the pronouns and make sure the rest of the week is horrible for them (ex. Moving their keys to make them late for work, randomly tripping throughout their day, getting paper objects thrown at the head, etc.) Or two, which is also her favorite, she’ll play dumb and make sure the person is extremely annoyed by the fact ‘you’ don’t exist.

“Who are you talking about? We don’t know anyone by that name. You must be losing it, a bit coo-coo much?”

The two of you often stay up late, her asking questions about school and that one person you’ve never mentioned before. Of course, she laughs it off and says it’s a coincidence. You both have nights where you eat junk food, watching funny sitcoms as she cracks up jokes now and again.

Whenever she’s on missions, it’s an unpredictable trip that you never have a point-on time of when she’ll get back. However, in the meantime, it’s often you’ll find a hoodie of hers, a piece of her stuck with you until the real her comes back. At some point, she’ll come home and see you huddled on the couch, wearing her hoodie. It makes her heartbreak as you miss her. But don’t worry, she makes it up in the morning by making you breakfast and buying your favorite snacks.

Hugs and kisses on the cheeks everywhere. While Gwen doesn’t show a lot of affection, especially with physical touch, more with words and gifts, sometimes things get out of hand and she gets upset; causing her to bust into your room with a sour face, tears threatening to fall as her arms wrap around you, saying nothing as the two of you hug.

With learning, just to hold her as tight. Please. She needs it. Especially from you, sometimes she has nightmares of losing you and while she does sneak in to check up on you, it scares her of what the future might hold. Just being able to hold you close, and feel you laugh as she smiles, it reminds her how good of a life she has.

Whenever she’s gone for a long period, whether that’s a mission or doing some type of spider-woman hero stuff, Gwen will make sure to grab some items she sees that she thinks you’ll like; more often it’s street food and expensive figurines of shows you adore to heart.

Sometimes, she’ll come home heaving out of breath, holding way more things than she should, and throwing them all with you, ignoring George’s protest about leaving a mess by the door. All she cares about is watching you open them with excitement.

Sadly, transphobia is quite popular these days. With this said, Gwen (and her friends, especially Hobie!) will yell at the person, cursing them off and possibly threatening them. While Gwen is more on the relaxed side and tends to ignore it the flipping the bird.

If any of her closest friends are with her, you can bet it’ll be a mess; yelling ensues around you, and having to hold back Miles or Pavitr from approaching them with mean insults.

To be honest, the whole crew thinks you’re so cool, especially Hobie and Pavitr. While Miles has known you longer and makes sure to check up on you as much as he can, the other two guys love to ask you questions and annoy you when you’re supposed to be doing something else.

They’re all just as protective of you as Gwen, her worried words of ‘please take care of him when I’m gone’. Hobie is most often around, practically dragging you to his chaos and helping you with school when you need it (he’s the ‘uncle’ who brings alcohol to your 18th birthday because you’re an adult now).

Pavitr is a huge sweetheart, always checking up on you and offering Chai to you when he senses you’re stressed. In all honesty, he's the best person to help with homework - he's incredibly focused and rewards you with candy.

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[edisonnapepper]

Gwen Stacy has a “protect trans kids” flag in her room. Imagine if she has that because she has a trans little brother (male reader)?

I’d like to request platonic yandere Gwen Stacy with a younger brother who is ftm. :] It would also be really cool if you could add some headcanons with the others, because sometimes Gwen wants M/n to be safe, but can’t watch him herself. So she allows the ones she trusts the MOST (Hobie, Pavitr, Miles, whoever else) to watch and be with him for her!

(details that you can choose if you wanna include or not: dealing with transphobia, missing Gwen when she’s on missions, potentially cuddles because sometimes he just wants to be held and it doesn’t really matter who does it)

Warnings: yandere behavior, platonic Gwen, talks about harassment and transphobia,

A/N: this was really fun to write! Ty for requesting. Please enjoy this :]

The fact is, she’s like your biggest supporter ever. Ever since you decided to come out, she makes sure to protect you, taking care of you by often pulling harmless pranks on you and adoring you. She probably shows way more love to you than she's shown to anyone.

If and when people misgender you, Gwen will go do things two ways. One, she will correct the pronouns and make sure the rest of the week is horrible for them (ex. Moving their keys to make them late for work, randomly tripping throughout their day, getting paper objects thrown at the head, etc.) Or two, which is also her favorite, she’ll play dumb and make sure the person is extremely annoyed by the fact ‘you’ don’t exist.

“Who are you talking about? We don’t know anyone by that name. You must be losing it, a bit coo-coo much?”

The two of you often stay up late, her asking questions about school and that one person you’ve never mentioned before. Of course, she laughs it off and says it’s a coincidence. You both have nights where you eat junk food, watching funny sitcoms as she cracks up jokes now and again.

Whenever she’s on missions, it’s an unpredictable trip that you never have a point-on time of when she’ll get back. However, in the meantime, it’s often you’ll find a hoodie of hers, a piece of her stuck with you until the real her comes back. At some point, she’ll come home and see you huddled on the couch, wearing her hoodie. It makes her heartbreak as you miss her. But don’t worry, she makes it up in the morning by making you breakfast and buying your favorite snacks.

Hugs and kisses on the cheeks everywhere. While Gwen doesn’t show a lot of affection, especially with physical touch, more with words and gifts, sometimes things get out of hand and she gets upset; causing her to bust into your room with a sour face, tears threatening to fall as her arms wrap around you, saying nothing as the two of you hug.

With learning, just to hold her as tight. Please. She needs it. Especially from you, sometimes she has nightmares of losing you and while she does sneak in to check up on you, it scares her of what the future might hold. Just being able to hold you close, and feel you laugh as she smiles, it reminds her how good of a life she has.

Whenever she’s gone for a long period, whether that’s a mission or doing some type of spider-woman hero stuff, Gwen will make sure to grab some items she sees that she thinks you’ll like; more often it’s street food and expensive figurines of shows you adore to heart.

Sometimes, she’ll come home heaving out of breath, holding way more things than she should, and throwing them all with you, ignoring George’s protest about leaving a mess by the door. All she cares about is watching you open them with excitement.

Sadly, transphobia is quite popular these days. With this said, Gwen (and her friends, especially Hobie!) will yell at the person, cursing them off and possibly threatening them. While Gwen is more on the relaxed side and tends to ignore it the flipping the bird.

If any of her closest friends are with her, you can bet it’ll be a mess; yelling ensues around you, and having to hold back Miles or Pavitr from approaching them with mean insults.

To be honest, the whole crew thinks you’re so cool, especially Hobie and Pavitr. While Miles has known you longer and makes sure to check up on you as much as he can, the other two guys love to ask you questions and annoy you when you’re supposed to be doing something else.

They’re all just as protective of you as Gwen, her worried words of ‘please take care of him when I’m gone’. Hobie is most often around, practically dragging you to his chaos and helping you with school when you need it (he’s the ‘uncle’ who brings alcohol to your 18th birthday because you’re an adult now).

Pavitr is a huge sweetheart, always checking up on you and offering Chai to you when he senses you’re stressed. In all honesty, he's the best person to help with homework - he's incredibly focused and rewards you with candy.

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[edisonnapepper]

yandere headcanons :0

across the spiderverse characters: peter b parker, miles, gwen, miguel, hobie, pavitr

warnings: the usual yandere stuff (kidnapping, manipulation, stalking)

(imagine miles, gwen, pavitr like college age) (gender neutral reader)

peter b

literally so in love with you

he’s not the type to sit and stalk you from a far, but he’s also not straight up kidnapping you

he’ll watch you, find out your interests, find your social media, everything he needs to figure out how to be your perfect lover <3

he becomes your friend and integrates himself into your life

if you like him, he has no reason to separate you from your family or friends becuz he’s the perfect boyfriend. no one has anything negative to say abt him

if you don’t… he’ll do anything to make you like him.

convince you your whole family is evil and he’s the only one really looking out for you

he’s awkward and sweet and kind and so funny and it’s hard not to believe him

wants the American dream life: white picket fence, house in the suburbs, marriage, kids

that’s his dream for the both of you and he doesn’t really care if you don’t have the same dream

“you’re my dream, (y/n). everything i do, it’s always been for you.”

miles (aged up!)

miles is similar to peter b but like also not

very stalker but like without knowing, he’d pass your place over and over during his patrols around the city without realizing

he’d never kidnap you or do anything reallyyy morally wrong

howeverrr he’s absolutely in love with you, so like small little things

stalking, stealing small things from you, finding out the shampoos or different things you use or eat.

he feels closer to you, knowing he knows you better than anyone else.

after a long time, he’ll work up the courage to talk to you (“accidently” bumping into you at a coffee shop or a place you visit frequently) miles (albeit awkward) is a charmer, so you’re instantly smitten.

plus! he loves all the things you do, so you’re a match made in heaven :)

“hey, (y/n)! we meet again!”

gwen (aged up!)

gwen doesn’t try to interact with you much

she’s definitely afraid of putting you in danger or losing you just because you got close

she’ll watch over you and protect you from danger tbh like

for example, sayyy someone was harassing you at work and/or school, you’d probably successfully get that off your ass or at least they leave you alone for the day, butttt gwen would not feel satisfied.

gwen would find where they live and absolutely beat the living shit out of them

seeing someone bother you makes her vision go red like

basically your guardian angel

she would never bother you really just protecting you from afar

you’ll never notice tbh

unless some big bad guy found out that ghost-spider has been following around a random civilian…

well then, she’ll have to keep you safe

she’ll keep you safe in her apartment, whether you want to be there or not.

“every single thing i do, i do it to keep you safe.”

miguel (won’t be writing in spanish cause i don’t know spanish srry guys) (but he def calls you cute nicknames in spanish)

HEHHEHEHEE (my bad im just literally in love)

gwen but like 10000000 times more intense

the moment he lays eyes on you, babes you’re FUCKED

he’s snatching you up

however! the first thing he’ll check is if you’re super important to the “safety” of the timeline

no offense but ur not at all important saurrr FREE GAMEE

he’s definitely kidnapping you and keeping you hostage at HQ

he doesn’t bother with the whole stalking thing or becoming friends or anything like that

he doesn’t care if you don’t want to come with him, your opinions do not matter to him at all

he believes that he’s your protector, that everything that he’s doing is for your own good

you don’t know what’s best for yourself, only miguel knows what’s best for you (at least that’s what he thinks)

his only goal is to keep you with him, he wants a family and he believes that with you… he can achieve his dreams

if you’re a part of the Spider Society, Miguel can’t really do anything to you without other people noticing or disrupting the timeline

but yk… it’s better to be a rando from whatever universe to have miguel’s attention (but that’s just my opinion i suppose)

“you are mine. you will never leave me.”

hobie (will not be writing his british accent sorry im bad at accents)

i love him he’s so funny

you’ve been friends for a long time, he was in a band with you before he quit

he doesn’t really stay in one place for long

he’s a lot like a mix of gwen and miles

he believes keeping you safe is by staying close to you, but he also watches over you when you’re alone

he falls for you because of how positive you are, you never talk badly about anyone, but you’re always down to do anything.

you always join him for every protest, at his every show

he flirts with you constantly, loving how you blush away at the attention

constantly giving you attention and love, but a little manipulative about it at the same time

he never wants to kidnap you or keep you hostage, it’s against everything he stands for

he knows that if you didn’t like him, you’d never be by his side

so he believes that keeping you free is what keeps you near him

“we’re free birds, (y/n). with you by my side, we’re unstoppable.”

pavitr (aged up!) (this is gonna be very non-yandere tbh) (ILOVEHIM)

my little cutie pie i love him

i can’t really imagine being a yandere type character but he would be similar in miles and hobie

no kidnapping or stealing tho

slight stalking, just watching over you all the time, making sure you’re safe

he’s my little cutie pie moroenfakds

he’s flirty and funny

you’d be classmates when you meet him

you’d click very quickly tbh he’s just so easy to get along with

he’s absolutely terrified of your parents, very respectful tho so your parents love him

very passionate about how much he likes you, would quite literally shout it from the rooftops (and he does every day)

ugh i love him

"you're my world, (y/n). i love you so much."

[edisonnapepper]

ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ THIS IS A LIFE, MASTERLIST !

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆   ⸺   in every universe, spiderman will inevitably lose the one thing that matters most to him: y/n l/n. miguel o'hara, peter parker, and hobie brown have all suffered through this story. they soon discover another version of you is alive, bound to fall in love with miles morales and to die abruptly. with the prospect of a second chance and a newfound obsession, these four men will do anything to keep you at their side.

⸺   PART ONE .

⸺   PART TWO .

⸺   PART THREE .

⸺   PART FOUR .

⸺   PART FIVE .

⸺   PART SIX .

⸺   PART SEVEN, ENDING ONE .

⸺   PART EIGHT, ENDING TWO .

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[edisonnapepper]