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ELLIE & DINA The Last of Us: Day One

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (usft dialouge prompts)

❝ i’m not letting you sleep tonight. ❞

❝ i want to wreck you so good you forget your own name. ❞

❝ don't hold back i want it all. ❞

❝ you started this. now finish it. ❞

❝ get over here and take it. ❞

❝ you look better underneath me. ❞

❝ i’m going to ruin you for anyone else. ❞

❝ be a good thing and open up for me. ❞

❝ let me hear how much you need it. ❞

❝ i want to memorize every sound you make. ❞

❝ you're shaking already? we’re just getting started. ❞

❝ strip. now. ❞

❝ i’m going to have you begging for mercy. ❞

❝ you make the prettiest sounds when you break. ❞

❝ spread your legs for me. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you’re desperate. ❞

❝ stay still or i’ll make you. ❞

❝ you’re not allowed to come until i say so. ❞

❝ don’t think. just feel. ❞

❝ tell me how bad you need it. ❞

❝ you're not leaving this bed until i'm done with you. ❞

❝ you look so good when you're falling apart. ❞

❝ i’m going to leave you trembling. ❞

❝ stay nice and loud for me, sweetheart. ❞

❝ such a needy little thing, aren’t you? ❞

❝ i want every last drop of you. ❞

❝ no one else gets to see you like this. only me. ❞

❝ i’ll go slow... if you beg. ❞

❝ don’t even think about holding back your moans. ❞

❝ if you can still think, i’m not doing it right. ❞

❝ this isn’t over until you’re completely ruined. ❞

❝ you’re going to take everything i give you. ❞

❝ i’m not stopping until you're shaking and crying for me. ❞

❝ hands behind your back. i want to control everything. ❞

❝ so needy. so messy. so perfect. ❞

❝ you're dripping already? god, you’re filthy. ❞

❝ say you're mine while i ruin you. ❞

❝ you’re going to be sore tomorrow and you’ll be begging for more. ❞

❝ i’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget how to breathe. ❞

❝ look at you, falling apart just for me. ❞

❝ cry for me. i want to see it. ❞

❝ you’ll be thinking about this every time you touch yourself. ❞

❝ you're not allowed to come until you’re crying. ❞

❝ you don't get to decide when it's over. i do. ❞

❝ i’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. ❞

❝ let me see you lose control. ❞

❝ i’ll ruin you so good, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. ❞

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♡ ISABELA MERCED via tiktok ( isabelamercedmusic )

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i really want a group verse where it’s like ‘we all got cast as part of a new tv series that’s highly anticipated and everyone and their mothers are talking about it and we’re all fresh faces to hollywood for the most part with maybe one or two old faces that everyone loves but we’re all going through this together and filming scenes falling in love making new friendships going to cast parties etc etc’

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drusilla had never considered herself a voyeur but she couldn’t deny that the invitation to sit and watch wasn’t tempting. and perhaps it wasn’t just the mere curiosity to see what claudia does but to learn what it is that makes her produce those beautiful sounds dru keeps hearing from her room. to see how she touches herself, how she reacts, or if it’s all just a performance for the screen. “i can be quiet.” she smiles, licking her bottom lip as she takes a seat, her eyes never leaving claudia. “i think i’ll just watch… for now.”

claudia raised her eyebrow as she looked at the other. she smirked softly and chewed on her lower lip. she shook her head, "never seen it but curious hm? well, you're welcome to join or sit and watch... if you'd like. you'll just have to be quiet." she suggested with a light little wink. she definitely didn't want to pressure the other into anything, of course but part of her was curious what dru had to say about all of this. something told her it wasn't just chance that the other had walked in on her about to start her session for the night.

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it wasn’t unusual for bowie to get herself into messes like this but, surprisingly enough, it had been a long while since the last time. she had been in her best behavior — but it was only a matter of time before the cheap alcohol awakened the self-destruction patterns she was doomed to repeat over and over again. “i swear i didn’t know she had a girlfriend. and then my mouth only made things worse.” bowie chuckles, mostly at themself. “but you should see the other person.” says as they accept the tissue, pressing it under their nose and wincing ever so lightly. “hospital? yeah, never gonna happen. this isn’t my first rodeo, lake, i’ll be fine in the morning.”

fully assessing the damage as she grabs her kit , she can't help the faint frown marring her features at bowie's words. ❝ looks like a fight to me , or you need to be wrapped in a bubble. ❞ brow raising as she rested her kit on the stand beside her and propped it open. ❝ i know i have an ice pack , but going to the actual hospital for stitches seems like the more appropriate choice. ❞ lake wasn't going to turn her away though , at least not if the alternative was to leave it unchecked. ❝ as honored as i am that you see me as capable. ❞ tone slightly sarcastic , she sighs and hands bowie some tissue for their bloody nose.

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the blonde nearly shivers in anticipation, legs parting ever so slightly at the other’s command. vienna wasn’t one to receive orders, ever. wasn’t good with being told what to do — but she has also never been in a position like this before. she has been with women, sure, but none like esther. someone who knows what they’re doing, and are willing to give vienna the exact treatment she’d been missing out on. “if it’s that obvious, then don’t keep me fucking waiting.” vienna teases, a smirk on her features as she gives the woman full passage and full control over her body, legs spread as she licks over her lips. 

closed starter for @loudsbark / plot in source muse: esther gurski, early 20s, lesbian (will never admit it), resident petty bitchy girl

"open your legs," esther commands firmly. her gaze (which had previously been shifting from each of the other's detailed facial features) settles on the lips, unwavering. "god, you're practically drooling thinking tasting yourself," talks down, because she can, and because she has the certainty that it won't prevent things from still going how she wants. hell, if anything she thinks speaking like may even be more effective.

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“it’s sexy to watch you get all flustered and squirm in frustration. it’s really doing it for me.” maisie throws her head slightly back, laughing. enjoying this a little too much. “i told you karma was a bitch and now you’re reaping what you’ve sown.”

"I'm so glad that my misery is bringing you pleasure. Is there anything else you want to throw in my face or are we done here?"

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“That routine I told you about earlier, and then I’ll head to the gym. On Wednesdays I do ballet. When I can’t hit the gym, I’ll try and get some form of activity going. A hike or a run, or maybe just a walk." - DEREK LUH

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open starter for everyone. muse: céline dubois, 30, bisexual. she/her. bar owner. random lyrics turned into short starters. 

“i spent years becoming cool and in one single second you can make a decade of my efforts disappear.” a short, humorless chuckle. “i’m just waiting at the bar and you rip open all my scars by saying something like, didn’t know you were here.”

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›     SOFT   ROMANCE      →      receiver    to    sender.

brushing   snow   off   their   shoulders

offering   to   carry   their   bag

humming   a   lullaby   beside   them

making   sure   their   drink   is   just   right

touching   hands   under   the   table

sharing   a   quiet   moment   in   an   elevator

pulling   the   blanket   up   over   them

fixing   a   crooked   button   on   their   shirt

gently   resting   a   hand   on   their   knee

bringing   them   flowers   “just   because”

watching   them   in   the   soft   morning   light

adjusting   their   glasses   for   them

saving   them   the   last   bite

quietly   placing   their   favorite   book   in   their   hands

squeezing   their   arm   in   silent   support

brushing   dust   off   their   shoulder

letting   their   head   rest   on   your   chest

warming   up   a   heating   pad   for   them

kissing   the   top   of   their   head   in   passing

whispering   their   name   like   a   secret

setting   their   phone   to   charge

pouring   their   tea   before   your   own

tucking   a   note   into   their   pocket

drawing   a   small   heart   on   their   wrist

holding   the   back   of   their   neck   gently

pulling   them   away   from   the   cold   wind

leaning   into   each   other   on   a   train

pressing   their   hand   over   your   heartbeat

offering   your   hoodie   on   a   cold   night

packing   a   snack   for   them

gently   rubbing   their   shoulder   while   they   talk

picking   them   wildflowers

saving   a   seat   beside   you   for   them

mouthing   “you   okay?”   across   the   room

standing   behind   them   while   they   cook

helping   with   their   coat   sleeves

asking   if   they’ve   eaten   today

tracing   their   laugh   lines   when   they   smile

turning   their   playlist   into   a   shared   one

leaving   a   mug   of   cocoa   on   their   desk

tying   your   scarf   around   their   neck

brushing   your   thumb   across   their   wrist

sitting   beside   them   during   a   tough   day

helping   them   put   on   a   bracelet

resting   your   head   on   their   lap

carrying   them   when   they   fall   asleep   somewhere   strange

painting   their   nails   for   them

pressing   a   kiss   to   their   wrist

gently   holding   their   chin   to   meet   your   gaze

leaving   your   scent   on   their   pillow

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing

humming   a   song   they   like

quietly   whispering   “i   missed   you”

brushing   a   tear   from   their   lash

hiding   a   gift   for   them   to   find   later

gently   pulling   them   into   your   arms   during   a   bad   dream

braiding   their   hair   without   asking

waiting   up   for   them   to   get   home

offering   your   lap   as   a   pillow

warming   their   hands   with   yours   in   your   pockets

shielding   their   eyes   from   the   sun

holding   their   face   during   a   long   hug

wrapping   your   arms   around   their   waist   while   cooking

softly   squeezing   their   pinky   when   anxious

sharing   a   hoodie   without   asking

resting   your   head   on   their   shoulder   during   a   movie

lightly   stroking   their   hair   while   they   read

offering   to   write   something   for   them

sneaking   a   Polaroid   of   them   smiling

casually   interlocking   fingers   while   walking

wrapping   an   arm   around   them   in   their   sleep

offering   a   tissue   before   they   ask

kissing   their   knuckles   one   by   one

gently   drying   their   hair   with   a   towel

placing   their   hand   over   your   heart

taking   their   photo   when   they’re   distracted

watching   them   laugh   and   smiling   to   yourself

opening   the   car   door   for   them

waiting   to   make   sure   they’re   inside   safely

gently   tugging   on   their   sleeve   to   get   their   attention

letting   them   nap   on   your   chest

setting   an   extra   place   at   the   table

lending   them   your   favorite   book

adjusting   their   jewelry

putting   a   hand   on   their   back   when   guiding   them

whispering   “you’re   okay,   i’ve   got   you”

resting   your   foreheads   together   mid-hug

brushing   rainwater   from   their   hair

slipping   your   hand   into   theirs   in   silence

bringing   a   warm   drink   to   their   bedside

folding   their   laundry   with   a   soft   smile

reaching   out   instinctively   to   steady   them

tracing   the   veins   on   their   wrist   with   your   finger

taking   off   their   shoes   after   a   long   day

straightening   their   tie   gently

offering   to   help   them   undress   when   tired

letting   your   head   fall   on   theirs   in   a   quiet   moment

playfully   hiding   behind   them   when   nervous

buttoning   up   their   cardigan   slowly

whispering   “you   make   me   feel   safe”

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“oh no, you shouldn’t be embarrassed at all. this is probably going to be the most eventful thing in my entire week so i should actually be thanking you.” he quips, offering the woman a smile. jesse knew it was probably time to jump back into the dating pool, enough time had passed, but he surely wasn’t prepared for it to be thrown in his face like this. how hilarious of you, universe. “don’t apologize. that means you’re putting yourself out there and that’s good.” he takes a small sip from his coffee. “buuut you probably, unfortunately, made some poor man think he got stood up.” jesse chuckles. “i’m jesse, by the way. thought i should probably share somethin’ about myself after you’ve shared all of that, huh?”

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"wait, what?" a surprised laugh slips from flora's lips as she takes in what he says, the words registering rather slowly. she was pretty nervous about the date and she does tend to talk a lot when she feels that way, she just can't believe she never gave the poor guy a chance to jump in before he listened to her talk without taking a breath for minutes on end. "oh that's... that's embarrassing. wow. needs to go at the top of my flora moments." she feels a little flustered herself now but does manage to stop herself from babbling on again. "well, i guess you can probably see why i'm being set up on dates, huh? i'm really sorry about this."

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Isn't there a chance it could be us? Right? You and me? No. No. Fuck that. I told you what you said, or what she said, or whoever. So, that's as far as this can go. I got to take care of myself, too, okay?

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open starter for everyone. muse: maisie salazar, 23, unlabeled. she/her. librarian + online oddities shop owner. random lyrics turned into short starters. 

“it’s hot when you’re going through hell and you’re hating yourself — oh, i’m feeling myself.”

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open starter for everyone. muse: tate cunningham, 24, questioning. he/him. roller rink clerk. random lyrics turned into short starters. 

“so, tell me, what’s the joy of giving if you’re never pleased? on my last strength against you, baby, tell me what you need.”

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open starter for f/nb. muse: samantha rose, 23, lesbian. she/her. personal stylist. random lyrics turned into short starters. 

“i know you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed. we had sex, i met your best friends — then a bird flies by and you forget.”