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Larry Johnson~ shh my mom will hear ya
warnings! Sweet smut
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The air in Larry’s room is thick, not just with the scent of burning weed but with something else. Something heavier. The low hum of an old rock record spins on the turntable, the warm crackle filling the silence between them. You lean back against the bed, head tilted up toward the ceiling, a lazy smile tugging at your lips as you pass the joint back to Larry.
"You ever think about, like, parallel universes?" Larry muses, taking a slow drag, his eyes lingering on you for just a second too long before flicking away.
You exhale a breathy laugh. "Dude, what?"
Larry shrugs, tapping ash into an overflowing tray. "Like—what if there’s another version of us somewhere, sitting here, having the same conversation, but maybe... I don’t know. Everything’s just a little different."
You watch the way his fingers fidget with the joint, rolling it between calloused fingertips. You don’t answer right away, just reach out, plucking it from his grasp, Your fingers brushing his for a fleeting second. A second that stretches too long, or maybe it’s just the high playing tricks on you. Either way, neither of you move.
Larry swallows, throat dry. "Or maybe in some universe, I actually have the guts to—"
A sharp knock on the door shatters the moment. They both jump, you suddenly coughing out a laugh while Larry mutters a curse, waving his hand to clear the smoke. But even as the moment slips away, something thick and unspoken lingers in the air between you two.
The door creaks open before he can say anything else, and Lisa steps inside, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as the haze of smoke meets her. "Jesus, Larry. You could at least crack a window."
"I was about to," Larry grumbles, moving to do exactly that. "Did you need something, Mom?"
Lisa sighs, rubbing her temple. "Just wanted to check if you two were hungry. And to remind you, if the neighbors complain again, I'm not covering for you."
You try to suppress a laugh, but Lisa catches it, giving us a knowing look before shaking her head. "Just be smart, okay?"
She lingers for a second, her gaze softening before she steps back out, closing the door behind her. The room falls silent again, the only sound the crackling of the record and the distant hum of the outside world. Larry exhales slowly, glancing at you, the tension from before creeping back in, unspoken and heavy between you both.
"You know what, I really like your mom," you say, pausing for a second before continuing I think she's really sweet. She looks after you and looks at me like a daughter." You let out a small huffed laugh
"Oh yea she loveesss you" Larry lets out a laugh pushing your shoulder just enough to make you tip over and do a dramatic fake death "blehh you've killed me" you and Larry giggle at the stupid joke as it starts to fall silent Larrys thoughts get the best of him as he suddenly blurts out loud enough for you to hear "you look so good in those shorts"
He says looking down at your body sprawled out onto the bed as you open your eyes from playing fake dead just to meet his brown eyes you both just stare for what feels like forever the air feels heavy as you lay there in your shorts and two sizes to big tee on his bed legs slightly parted hair covering a pillow that smelled of weed and strawberry hair wash
"You think?" you say looking up at him still in the same position Larry feeling bold replies with something you thought you'd never hear from your best friend of almost four years now 'i know so I've always thought you were the most pretty girl I've ever seen a real rock star"
The comment makes you feel something for him that you've felt once before like the night of your junior prom when he wrapped his arms aound your lower back pulling you into him and he watched your face when you wrapped your arms around his neck the moment feeling warm and filled with the type of love two friends don't share when sal and ashley both dared you two to slow dance promising if you for a whole song you could all ditch and go to some small town diner on them and it was one of the best nights of your life
"you know.. i remember the night I first noticed you liked me back" you say admitting you like him feeling bold yourself he looked at you with low eyes in awe wondering to himself if he was just fried out of his mind but he knew he it wasn't his mind just playing tricks on him when you sat up to scooch close and sit crisis cross right in front of him you looked at him waiting for a single word just one..
"can I kiss you?" were the next words out of his mouth you looked at him with admeration and nodded he leaned a bit closer to your face and grabbed your jaw with one hand and brought you in closing the gap between your faces bringing your lips and his lips together you kissed him like you'd wanted to the night you two had that dance
he was the person you knew you wanted sharing stories like little kids giggling at stupid things it all felt so right as you climbed on top of him, deepening the kiss as yous it in his lp you two kissing with a burning passion you've felt flickers and sparks of but never persued ue to fear you now have pushed away in the back of your head
He pulls you into him, and you turn to putty in his hands. he breaks the kiss, allowing the both of you to take the deep breath of air you both know you needed you look at him with love and lust as he does to you "can I take this off of you?" he asks sweetly you nod and he starts to take your shirt off tossing it somewhere in his room
he then takes off his own shirt and does the same with it he goes back in with his soft lips hitting your a you both continue to make out he lays you on your back slowly and starts to kiss down your neck he keeps going down to the valley of your breasts casuging you to let out a soft gasp of surprise and pleasure he keeps getting lower and lower until he's at your belly button he looks up and you give a nod of aprovle
he slowly slides your shorts off along with your cute black panties he makes a mental note of he throws then on the floor by the bed and dives right in between your folds licking and slurping like a man gone starved he sucks at you clit keeping your legs open by holding both of your thoughts open for himself you let out soft moans back arched and hands flying into his long hair gripping onto it saying his name like its a blessing from cyber gods
He lets go of one thigh just to slowly add one finger into you, making a gasp slip from your pretty, parted lips, throwing your head to the side then its two he pumps two fingers into you at a slow pace eating you up like his favorite meal just as you feel yourself about to break he stops and sit up on his knees undoing his belt you watch feeling sad from the sudden stop but you trust him and what he's doing
You continue to watch as he pulls down his jeans and then boxers, taking them entirely off and tossing them away. you look in shock as you see he's packing a good nine inches. "Is it gonna fit?" you ask, genuinely concerned "We'll make it," he says with a tone of lust mixed with the pure want to pleasure you and only you
He then gets on top of you and lines himself up with your entrance. he looks you in the eyes "If at any point it hurts or you don't want to do this anymore, tell me baby girl I don't want to ever hurt you."
he says in a soft tone you give a small nod he then pushes himself into your pussy inch by inch making a moan rip from your throat he bring a hand up to your mouth "shh my mom might hear ya" he says in a low tone you nod fast and he brings that same hand to brush the hairs out of your face watching your every expression admiring your beautiful face he continues to thrust into you at a medium pace hitting that sweet spot your fingers could never reach like he could
he lowers his head to give you a redish purple mark on your neck right next to the chain of the T.V girl necklace he bought you for your 18th birthday a month ago you can feel yourself about to reach your peak and he can feel it to he keeps the same pace right before you let out a moan of his name he feels himself come undone at the same time as you leaving you both panting once he can catch his breath he aks "hope its not to late but id wanna make you my girl if that's what you'd like" you look at him eyes full of love "yea nu duh of course I would" he smiles and gives you a last kiss before getting up to grab a towel to clean the both of you up he calls from the other side of his room "you need anything else little rock star"
You say no loud enough for him to hear you lay in his bed and smile at the stupid but cute nickname
lowkey sorry if this is bad im lacking sleep rn BUT Y/N def bagged her lil shi 😽😜😭
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"bestie we are having you put down" I say as i look in the mirror and realize i spent 5 hours reading smut
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Fallen Shadows Joel Miller X Y/N
warings: none
The world had become a shadow of itself. Once-vibrant cities had crumbled under the weight of time and chaos, their skeletons left behind as reminders of what once was. Nature had begun reclaiming the land, creeping into broken roads and abandoned buildings.
Joel had seen it all. He had lived through it. His eyes, hardened with the weight of grief and survival, scanned the surroundings with the precision of someone who’d learned to trust their instincts over the years.
Beside him, Y/N walked quietly, her footsteps tentative on the cracked pavement. She was young, At just 19, she hadn’t seen the world before it all fell apart. She didn’t know what it was like to live in the age before the infection, when things were simple, safe.
"Stay close," Joel said, his voice rough but steady. "We’re not safe yet."
Y/N nodded, her wide eyes scanning the horizon. She could feel the tension in his voice, the weight of the world he carried. It was hard to imagine how much he’d lost, how much he’d had to give up just to survive.
"How much further?" she asked, her voice almost lost in the wind.
Joel glanced over at her, his expression unreadable. He had gotten used to keeping things to himself—his thoughts, his emotions. But something about Y/N made him feel... vulnerable. It wasn’t like with Sarah. It wasn’t the same—but it was close. Too close.
"Not far," he muttered, his hand reaching out to touch the back of her jacket, guiding her slightly closer. "You just need to stay alert. Things can change fast.”
The night was falling quickly, the once-bright sky turning to muted purples and blacks as the sun dipped behind the horizon. Joel led them into a nearby building, a half-collapsed structure that had once been a high-rise. The windows were shattered, but the interior offered some shelter from the elements.
"Stay here," Joel ordered as he checked the perimeter. His eyes lingered on her for a moment—Y/N, sitting quietly on the ground, trying to seem calm despite the fear that clung to her.
"I don’t mind keeping watch," Y/N said softly, though she didn’t stand up. She knew better than to argue with Joel; it had no sense. But the thought of just sitting there, doing nothing, made her feel small.
Joel paused, the tension in his shoulders easing for a brief moment. He looked at her, seeing the quiet strength in her, the way she held herself in the face of everything they’d been through.
"Maybe," he said quietly, "but you’ll need your rest. We’ve got a long way to go tomorrow."
Y/N bit her lip, feeling the pull of exhaustion as it started to weigh on her. Joel had been right; the day had been long, and their next move would require every ounce of energy they had.
Joel returned after a while, his hands rough as he set down a small fire in the corner of the room, carefully hidden from any potential threats outside. They couldn’t afford to draw attention, especially not in a place like this.
The crackling of the fire filled the silence between them. Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. It felt like there was so much they both wanted to express, but neither of them could find the words.
Joel glanced at her, his gaze softening for just a moment before he pulled his jacket tighter around himself.
"You still don’t get it, do you?" he asked, his voice low.
"Get what?" Y/N looked at him, confusion flickering in her eyes.
"That I’m doing this for you," he said, his voice steady but carrying the weight of years. "I’m keeping you safe because I… because I promised I would. And that’s not something I take lightly."
Y/N’s heart clenched at his words. She hadn’t thought about it like that before. In all the chaos, in all the running and hiding, she hadn’t truly grasped the depth of what Joel was giving up for her. It was more than survival. It was more than just getting from one place to the next.
"Joel," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the fire.
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared into the flames, his brow furrowed, lost in his thoughts.
Y/N shifted uncomfortably, but the moment seemed to stretch out between them, thick with unspoken words. The kind of words that both terrified and comforted them. The kind of words that had no place in this new world. They had no time for softness or sentimentality, yet in the quiet of the abandoned building, the silence between them felt heavier than ever.
"You don’t have to do this," she said finally, her voice trembling. "I can handle myself."
Joel let out a soft laugh, a low, bitter sound. "No," he said, his eyes never leaving the fire. "You can’t. Not out here. Not alone. And I’m not about to let you try."
Y/N’s gaze softened as she watched him. She knew he meant it. She knew that he would do anything to keep her safe, even if it cost him everything.
The truth was, she wasn’t sure what to feel about it all. She wasn’t sure how to feel about him. They had been through so much together—more than most people could ever imagine. But the more time they spent together, the harder it became to ignore the strange tension between them. It wasn’t just the bond of survival. There was something else, something more.
The night passed slowly. They both remained close to the fire, though neither of them slept much. Every noise in the darkness made them both tense, their instincts sharp, even as their bodies longed for rest.
When morning came, the sky was bleak, a heavy fog rolling in. The world outside was still silent, but Y/N could feel the weight of what was coming.
Joel stood up first, stretching out his sore muscles. He looked over at her, his expression unreadable as he prepared to leave.
"We’ve got a long way to go today," he said, voice low. "You ready?"
Y/N nodded, though part of her wasn’t sure she was. The fear of the unknown still clung to her, but she trusted him. He had kept her safe so far, and she knew he wouldn’t let her down.
"Let’s go," she said, standing up.
They made their way out of the building, their silent agreement hanging in the air. Whatever was coming next, they would face it together. And in a world where nothing was certain, that was enough.
The morning air was crisp as Joel and Y/N moved through the desolate streets, their footsteps echoing softly against the crumbling concrete. Despite the oppressive silence of the world around them, there was a certain warmth between them now—a connection that had grown between shared hardships, stolen moments of quiet, and the trust they’d built in one another.
Y/N had always admired Joel’s strength, the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, but it was more than that. Over time, she’d come to understand the layers beneath that hardened exterior—the vulnerability that only came out in moments when he thought no one was watching.
The way his brow furrowed when he was thinking too much, the way he’d protect her without hesitation, even when he knew it might cost him everything. There was a certain tenderness in his eyes when they shared a moment of calm, and it made her heart ache in ways she didn’t understand.
"You okay?" Joel asked, his voice breaking through her thoughts. His eyes flicked over to her, a subtle concern in his gaze.
Y/N gave a small, almost unnoticeable smile, but there was a sadness behind it. "I will be," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just… it’s hard, sometimes. I never imagined the world would be like this."
Joel nodded, his expression softening as he slowed his pace, walking just a bit closer to her. "Yeah. I know. But we keep moving. That’s what we do."
There was a pause, a moment where the weight of everything between them felt more tangible than ever. She could feel his presence beside her, the unspoken bond growing as they shared their silence.
He stopped suddenly, turning to face her. His hand instinctively reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers grazing her skin gently. It was such a simple, almost accidental gesture, yet it carried a depth of meaning.
Y/N looked up at him, feeling her breath catch in her throat. It was strange how his touch had come to feel like home, how a single glance from him could bring so much comfort, even in the middle of the world’s destruction. She found herself leaning into the warmth of his hand, just for a moment.
"I’ll always protect you," Joel said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. There was a softness there, a promise in his words that seemed to echo through the silence between them.
She met his eyes then, the vulnerability in his gaze making her heart race. She could see it—how much he cared, how much he’d sacrificed just to keep her safe. And in that moment, she realized that this bond they shared wasn’t just about survival. It was something more—something she hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge until now.
"I know," she whispered. "And I’ll always be grateful for that."
The moment lingered, the space between them charged with the intensity of unspoken feelings. They had both suffered loss in ways that were unimaginable to anyone who hadn’t lived through it. But together, they’d found something stronger than mere survival—a connection, a sense of belonging that neither of them had expected.
Joel took a step closer, his body almost brushing against hers. His hand lingered in the air between them for a moment before resting lightly on her shoulder, his touch warm and grounding. It was an unspoken invitation, a sign that he trusted her completely, and in that moment, Y/N realized how much she needed him, too.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she looked up at him, her voice barely audible. "Joel… I—"
But before she could finish, Joel gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. His touch was gentle, yet there was an unmistakable intensity behind it. He was so close now, and Y/N could feel the heat radiating from him, could feel the weight of everything that had passed between them. The quiet moments of shared solitude, the battles, the trust—they had built something fragile, yet unbreakable, in this broken world.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. It was a quiet, intimate space they found themselves in—one filled with the unspoken understanding that sometimes, words weren’t needed. Sometimes, it was just about being present with each other, feeling the weight of the connection that had blossomed between them despite the chaos.
Joel’s gaze softened, and for a fleeting second, he seemed almost vulnerable, like he was considering something, thinking about how far they’d come, about how much he’d grown to care for her.
"I care about you," he said, his voice hoarse, and it wasn’t the usual gruffness she was used to. This was something different—raw, honest. "More than I should."
Y/N’s heart ached at his words. She didn’t know exactly what they meant, what they would mean for them, but in that moment, she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she wasn’t alone anymore—not really.
And neither was he.
With a sudden, almost imperceptible shift, Joel leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gesture that was at once protective and tender. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a promise.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the weight of his lips on her skin. It wasn’t about desire, not in the way the world before had known it. It was about trust. It was about a bond that ran deeper than either of them had anticipated, a connection forged in the fires of survival.
Y/N closed her eyes, letting the moment linger, savoring the warmth of his touch. For a brief instant, it felt like everything was going to be okay—that maybe, just maybe, there was hope left for them both.
And as they stood there in the middle of the crumbling world, holding onto each other without needing to say a word, they both knew that whatever came next, they’d face it together.
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Through the Ashes Ellie williamsXfem reader
The wind howled through the cracked windows of the abandoned cabin, the only sound besides the occasional groan of the building settling into the earth. The air smelled faintly of mildew and burnt wood, remnants of some long-forgotten fire, but the cabin still provided a sense of shelter amidst the chaos outside. Ellie sat by the fire, sharpening her knife with a practiced, methodical motion. Her brow furrowed, the tension in her body almost palpable. She could hear Y/N moving around the cabin, rummaging through old cabinets and drawers, searching for supplies.
Ellie couldn’t help but glance up every so often, watching Y/N's graceful movements. Her girlfriend was always so determined, always so grounded — a sharp contrast to Ellie’s wild energy. Y/N had a way of making the harsh world feel like something they could face together, like there was still something worth holding onto in the midst of all the destruction.
"How long do you think we can stay here?" Y/N asked from across the room, her voice calm but carrying an underlying edge of concern. She walked toward Ellie, her hand lightly tracing the jagged edges of an old bookshelf. "This place feels... temporary. I don’t know if we can trust it."
Ellie didn’t respond immediately. She continued to run the blade across the whetstone, the rhythmic scrape of metal on stone filling the silence. The fire crackled beside her, casting dancing shadows against the walls. After a few moments, she set the knife down and looked up at Y/N.
"As long as we need to," Ellie said quietly, her voice almost too soft for the harsh world they inhabited. "But we shouldn’t stay too long. The clickers won’t stay away forever, and there’s a town a few miles east. It’s risky, but we’ll make it."
Y/N nodded, her face lined with worry. It wasn’t fear; it was a quiet understanding that their lives were forever in a state of uncertainty. But that didn’t stop her from wanting to protect the only thing she had left — Ellie.
There was something about the way Ellie looked at her, though. Something that made Y/N feel like the rest of the world could disappear, and she would still have her. The weight of it was like an anchor, dragging her deep into a world where it was just the two of them, trying to survive together.
Y/N took a deep breath, moving closer to Ellie. As she approached, she caught Ellie’s eyes, catching the subtle shift — the softening of her expression, the gentle way her lips curled up at the corners. It made Y/N’s heart beat a little faster.
"What?" Ellie asked, raising an eyebrow. She knew exactly what was going on in Y/N’s head.
"You look... different," Y/N teased, smiling despite the seriousness of their situation. "Like you’re not the same person you were when I first met you."
Ellie chuckled and leaned back against the wall. "Yeah? What’s different?"
Y/N stepped closer, her heart thumping louder with each step, and softly ran her hand down the side of Ellie’s arm. "You’re... more."
Ellie’s expression faltered for a moment, the teasing smirk fading into something more serious. Her eyes softened, and she leaned in slightly, just enough to close the gap between them. "More of what?" she asked, her voice low, but not unkind.
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, the warmth of Ellie’s body so close to hers. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, a quiet tension that neither of them had ever quite addressed fully. They’d been through so much together — the horrors of this world, the loss of friends, of family, of innocence — and yet here they were, still fighting, still breathing, still holding onto each other.
"More... real," Y/N whispered, brushing her thumb over Ellie’s wrist. "You’ve always been this... fire, this force of nature. But now, you’re more than that. You’re someone I can actually picture a future with. Someone I want to survive for."
Ellie’s gaze softened, and for a brief moment, she didn’t say anything. Her throat tightened, emotions swirling behind her usually confident exterior. They had never really talked about this — about how they felt, about what they meant to each other. They didn’t have time for conversations like this. The world was too dangerous, too broken. But now, in this cabin, with the fire crackling and the world outside as dark and cold as it was, it felt like they were finally allowed to say what had been left unsaid for so long.
Ellie stepped closer, her lips brushing softly against Y/N’s ear. "You make me feel like I could survive anything," she whispered, her breath warm against Y/N's skin. "Like maybe there’s something worth fighting for."
Y/N shivered, a spark of desire lighting up inside her at the intensity of Ellie’s words. She hadn’t expected it — hadn’t expected to hear such vulnerability from her, not in this world. But here they were, standing in the ashes of everything they had known, and Ellie was laying it all out, in the simplest, most beautiful way.
Without another word, Ellie’s lips found Y/N’s in a kiss. It was soft, tentative at first, as though they were both testing the waters. But then Ellie deepened the kiss, pulling Y/N closer, her hands running along Y/N’s sides, memorizing the feel of her in a way that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. She could feel the heat radiating from Ellie, the hunger for something more than survival, something more than the fight to stay alive.
Y/N’s hands moved to Ellie’s shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of her jacket, pulling her even closer, as though afraid the moment would slip away if she didn’t hold on tight enough.
When they pulled away, their breath ragged and hearts racing, the silence that followed felt... different. It wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t full of the unspoken fears that lingered in the back of their minds. It was a quiet, shared understanding that they had something worth holding onto in this cruel world.
"I think I’m starting to understand," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why we keep going. Why we keep fighting."
Ellie smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of Y/N’s face, her touch tender and careful. "Yeah? And why’s that?"
"Because we have each other," Y/N replied softly. "And that’s enough. At least, for now."
Ellie nodded, her gaze fixed on Y/N’s lips for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "You’re right," she agreed. "It’s enough. For now, it is."
For a long while, they simply stood there, their foreheads resting together, breathing in sync, letting the quiet of the cabin surround them. The world outside — the clickers, the dangers of the unknown — all felt distant for the first time in a long while. All that mattered was that, together, they could face whatever came next.
Ellie eventually pulled away, looking at Y/N with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "You know, I think we deserve a bit more than just a kiss after everything we’ve been through."
Y/N raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips. "Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind?"
Ellie leaned in again, her lips brushing against Y/N’s cheek, before she pulled back with a wicked grin. "I think it’s time we make this night last a little longer."
And with that, the two of them moved toward the bed in the corner of the cabin, Ellie laying Y/N softly on the bed slowly taking her pants off only to then crawl on top of her the flames of the fire casting a warm glow on their skin, as they let themselves forget, if only for a moment, the weight of the world outside.
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Uncharted Connections Joel x reader no smut <3
The night in Jackson was colder than usual. Snowflakes drifted lazily through the air, blanketing the town in a serene, white stillness. The settlement, usually alive with activity, was now hushed, everyone having retreated to the warmth of their homes.
Joel stood on the porch of his house, staring out into the night, the memories of the day flickering through his mind. Ellie was safe, thriving even. That was all that mattered. But sometimes, the quiet moments brought ghosts of the past to the forefront of his thoughts.
That’s when Y/N walked into his life.
Y/N had arrived in Jackson only a few weeks ago. A survivor with a past just as tangled and scarred as Joel’s, Y/N had been quick to integrate, their skills in both combat and community living proving invaluable. Despite this, there was something in their eyes that mirrored Joel’s—a haunted look, a past left unspoken.
Tonight, Y/N approached the porch, their footsteps crunching softly on the snow. “Mind some company?” they asked, their voice breaking the fragile silence.
Joel glanced up, his expression softening slightly. “Sure,” he replied, moving aside to make room on the bench beside him.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, both of them wrapped in their own thoughts. The firelight from inside the house cast a warm glow through the window, highlighting the lines of worry on Joel’s face.
“Funny how quiet it gets,” Y/N mused, breaking the silence. “Almost peaceful, if you ignore everything else.”
Joel nodded. “Yeah, it’s a rare thing nowadays.”
Y/N turned to look at him, their gaze steady. “You’ve done a lot for this place. For Ellie. Must be tough, carrying that kind of weight.”
Joel sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. “We all carry our burdens. Some days are harder than others.”
A soft smile played on Y/N’s lips. “True. But sometimes it helps to share the load.”
Joel looked at Y/N, their words resonating with him. He hadn’t allowed himself to trust easily, not since everything had changed. But there was something about Y/N—a resilience, a strength—that made him consider the possibility.
“Maybe you’re right,” Joel said quietly. “Maybe it does.”
They sat together, two survivors finding a moment of solace in a world that had taken so much from them. And in that quiet, snowy night, a new connection began to form—a bond that promised hope in the face of a harsh reality.
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Caseoh x Fem!Reader
This is a small little something for all of the Caseoh lovers 😽
You and Caseoh have been dating for some time now. Watching him interact and talk to his viewers has always been fun, and sometimes you'd join him on screen just to enjoy the moment.
He is an amazing person—so loving and caring to both you and his fans.On this particular day, you were sitting on your shared bed, just out of view. His chat was asking where you were, and he let out a small laugh, saying, "Don't worry, guys, Y/N is perfectly fine; she's just not feeling it today."
In response, you jokingly lifted your leg to show one foot in the frame for his chat to see. The chat was soon flooded with laughter.
Caseoh was streaming a game called "Dress to Impress," and he was winning round after round. He continued to play for about two more hours before finally calling it quits.
"All right, guys, we'll reunite tomorrow to win some more in Dress to Impress. Thank you all so much for joining me today!" With that, he ended the stream and turned in his chair to face you.
You shifted slightly in your spot on the bed to look up at him from your phone, wearing a warm smile.
"All done, baby?" you asked in a soft tone. "Yup! I won about 3,000 rounds—not to brag," he replied, making you giggle at his choice of words.
As he stood up from his chair, he noticed your cat and picked her up, showering her with kisses and affection before gently setting her down to watch her run to her food bowl.
He then laid next to you on the bed, pulling out his phone to watch TikToks together for about ten minutes.
After a while, he leaned in and gave you a small kiss. You looked at him with your soft E/C eyes and said, "I love you."
He, of course, said it back, and then you went in for another kiss—this time more passionate than the first.
lay there kissing slowly but lovingly you climb on top of him and stop to look at your man and take a second to appreciate all of his features you know a lot of people who watch his streams often don't have a lot of nice things to say about him even if it's a joke but you always thought he was handsome in your eyes so with that you tell him and he gives you a warm smile pulling you back down to bring you into a heated kiss once more you kiss him back rolling your hips slowly on him letting a soft moan fall from your lipsYou pull back slightly, feeling a hint of embarrassment, and giggle as your cheeks flush a bright pink.
He pats your outer thighs, encouraging you to get up, and you do.
He gets off the bed and looks at you, asking, "Do you want something from the kitchen, baby?" You reply with a small nod, "Could you bring me some noodles? The spicy ones I like, please."
He nods and heads to the kitchen.As you lay in bed, you reflect on how lucky you are to have such a sweet boyfriend. It wasn’t his fame that attracted you to him; it was his overall kindness. Even on your first date, he went out of his way to bring you your favorite flowers. Suddenly, you hear a DING from the kitchen, snapping you out of your thoughts. A couple of minutes later, he walks into the room with two bowls of noodles and sits down to eat with you. He puts on your favorite TV show, and you both watch for the next 30 minutes. Once you’ve finished your bowls, he takes them to the kitchen to wash them out then returns to your room.
You wonder what he might be doing in the bathroom but let your mind relax as you go back to your show.
About 15 minutes later, he calls you into the bathroom.
When you walk in, your heart flutters and your eyes widen in surprise.
He has prepared a bubble bath with rose petals and candles illuminating the room. You turn to him, your eyes full of love.
"Do you like it?" he asks. Overwhelmed with joy, you reply, “Like it? I LOVE IT!” and giggle as you pull him into a warm hug. He hugs you back, sharing in your happiness.
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"With all the shoving around, our bodies got so intertwined that now we can't untangle ourselves!"
- Uzumaki (2024) | Episode 4
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Hi, hello dears, I'm very new to this, so starting off with what I'm here for and what I'll be posting! And an all about me
About me <3
I love cats
Single! <3
Writing ;)
Painting
Any sort of art
I'm apart of the LGBTQ this is a safe space!
I take requests and commissions for art and writing
I do in fact go to school so please have some patience with me!
I love the rain
I have such a huge soft spot for music
I’m completely open to requests such as yandere reader x [character]
depressed reader x [character]
tall reader x !short [character] and so on !!
I will NOT write for these topics
sa/🍇, zoophilia, pedophilia, proships, heavy mentions of self harm/suicide, smut of underage ocs, incest, certain kinks (cnc, ageplay, scat/piss/farts or any uncommon bodily fluids, and i have heavy restrictions on these! These are all an absolutely NO from me
I can write : character x reader (I may make exceptions for oc x oc and oc x reader)
DNIs:
- Bad people in general
- General DNIs (homophobes, transphobes, misogyonists, etc etc)
- Radqueers
- Pro-contact
- Zoophiles, Pedophiles, etc etc
- [Pro] Endogenic systems
- Anti-recovery blogs (for EDs, S/H, anything)
- NSFW + smut blogs
- MDNI blogs
- Anti-alterhumanity
I will write!
fluff, smut, angst, lemon/lime, love triangles,
d=(^o^)=b
Fandoms ill write for! <3
Inuyasha
Squid game
JJK
K-pop
Resident evil
Chain saw man
Arcane
Genshin Impact
Red Dead Redemption
Call of Duty
Cyberpunk
Sam and Colby
Almost any slasher! <3
Harry potter
Twilight
Sweet home
FNAF
Bandy and the ink machine
TWD
Any of Rob Zombies movies <3
Corpse bride
And so much more I can't think of!
and if you want any private fic let me know ill be charging a minimal amount
10 dollars for a short fic and 20 dollars for a two-page or fic with your name theme and whatever you'd like to add
#smut#resident evil#bendy and the ink machine#alice in borderland#sweet home#kpop#genshin impact#jjk smut#inuyasha#18+ mdni#the last of us#squid game#fnaf#read dead redemption 2#fallout#cyberpunk 2077#sam and colby#slashers#twilight#bendy and the dark revival#the walking dead#twd smut#arcane#arcane smut#wlw#mlm#lgbtq#safe space#fanfic#fanart
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