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milkiangl · 1 year
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i hate that literally the second i come back on here, my mental health just plummets again. my anxiety and stress levels have just been leaving me exhausted and overwhelmed this past month. can my body please figure out it’s issue and get back to me in the next 2-3 business days? thank you! i’m sorry for the trauma dump, will probably delete this later idk.
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milkiangl · 1 year
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┆.° ♡ — had a random concept about mean!ellie in college hate-fucking the popular girl that seemingly 'hates' her at some party they've both found theirselves at.
[ଘ] pairing: ellie williams + fem!reader
[ଘ] content warnings: usage of a strap-on, mean!ellie, dirty talk, semi-public sex, degradation & praise, squirting, mirror sex, ellie giving backshots, pussy-slapping, use of pet names, hate-fucking.
[ଘ] author note: haven't written for tlou or ellie at all before but whewww, have i had this thought for a while so like this is completely self-indulgent (and very short!) ♡
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"This what you want baby, huh?" she asks, "To go dumb on someone's cock for once just to shut that mouth up?"
The marble of the bathroom's counter dented the soft, pliant flesh of your bare legs. With your laced panties pooled at your ankles, the skirt of your dress pulled up to your waist, her hips clashing right with your ass, and the blaring music of the party just out-of-bounds from the locked bathroom which Ellie fucks you in — the scene was straight-up erotic, something ripped from a store-bought porno. Thankfully, the music was at it's maximum volume to drain out the whiny moans and whimpers that she tears from your raw throat.
Lengthy fingers wrapped at the structure of your jaw, practically forcing you to view the sight which you fall victim to; spread legs, a quivering bent body, and a desperate mouth aligned with a variety of noises the girl pulls from you. Underneath the low fluorescent bulb of the bathroom, sweat glistens over your thighs and sticks to the remains of clothes she hasn't decide to rip off of you.
"Ellie! s'too much, please..." Your voice comes strained, but coherent enough for her to distinguish into proper words. Ellie only chuckles at the pathetic state she herself drags you down into. In response, the grip on your jaw increases into a harsher touch, securing your head in place. "M'sorry, please, I'll never embarrass you again..."
"You can handle it, baby," she replies, almost soft and assuring, "Besides I'm only doing what you're known to do best, spreading your slutty legs." her words sharpen, tone hardened. "Isn't that right? That's why a slut like you loves this so much — you love how I fuck you because I hate you as much as you hate me."
The material of her strap pounds right into your needy cunt, high-pitched whines falling from widened lips as it never fails to meet with your puffy lips. By this time, you had no choice but to savor how the girl you once hated made you feel and with no doubts; you falter to the impossible admission that Ellie had turned you, the vain popular girl, into her own personal fleshlight. From where she stood, she lingers her eager eyes to your drenched cunt laced with your arousal. Taking her right hand from the place on your waist, she parts your dripping folds, her thumb in contact to your swollen clit; your legs quiver against the sink while you mewled at the additional pleasure.
"Oh, Ellie!" your hands find purchase at the margins of the sink she forces you against, eyes nearly rolled beyond their sockets at the pace her strap-on pounds into your cunt at. Her singular thumb brought down and slotted between your thighs causing your nub to feel entirely raw, delicate to her rough touch. "M' gonna cum, need it so bad!"
She grunts under her breath. "Not yet — I wanna hear this from you first; who's turning you into a cockdrunk whore, sweetie?"
With your fogged-up head full of rapture, you're not immediate to give her a retort to her question; the hand that rubs at your clit abruptly halting, instead a sharp twinge comes into association with the engorged lips of your cunt. You manage a squeal from your glossed-spit lips, legs jerking and tears colliding with streaks of your fallen mascara at the overstimulating sting.
"Fuck! Mmph, God... it's you, Ellie!" you nearly scream out, compressing yourself right onto the weight of her strap. "Only you!"
"That's right, baby," she straightens her posture, adjusting her hands back onto your waist for more anchorage before pounding into your cunt without breaks, almost nearing animalistic territory. "I'm the only one who can take of this achy bitch cunt, god, it's almost pathetic."
Her thrusts are rapid, warmth pooling to your abdomen in a pressuring sensation. The sight mirrored right to the front of you grew blurry through your own pair-shared vision, bundle of nerves rubbing right up against her strap just enough to bump at your clit. Arrangements of whines and squeals shamefully fall past your lips that had grown tender overtime from the constant biting and attempts at muffing your noises behind gritted teeth — which ultimately failed at the end.
Ellie leans herself down to the naked expanse of your sweat-coated back, lips kissing down the skin in a rare moment of benevolence. "Can feel you loosin' up for me around my cock, honey. Give it to me, make a mess out of yourself."
At her abiding words reveberating in the fogged barriers of your fucked-out head, her unforgiving thrusts through the capacity of your tight cunt cause the pressuring warmth to relinquish; a bursting rush of liquid transmits through your stimulated cunt and drips down the shape which your spread legs prop at as well as drenching the silicone of her strap plunged right up at the base of your cervix. The upper-half of your body sweeps of any persisting stability, slumping over the sink while two quivering hands pressed to the surface of the moist mirror hoist yourself up.
"Shit," she pants out a curse, the brawn of her two hands at your waist flipping your limp self over so that she was in a viewpoint above you, "Might hate your guts, honey, but there's no denying that you look fuckin' beautiful after a good fuck."
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milkiangl · 1 year
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REN. YOU’RE SO BRILLIANT I’M ACTUALLY TUMBLING DOWN A SET A STAIRS RIGHT NOW. ( i don’t have a set of stairs but let’s pretend for the sake of this dramatized reblog i do! )
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everytime you bless me with content, 5+ years are added onto my lifespan! you never ever disappoint because tell me why i’m actually ripping my hair follicles out as we speak??
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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ cam!couple els and you… ungh my legs are divorced.
the wide screen of your laptop was set up and situated just a few inches right in front of you on the soft mattress of ellie’s bed. the only thing you can see on the screen was your exposed body and ellie’s with loads of people commenting and loads of people still coming into yours and your girlfriends stream.
the people absolutely loved you and ellie, every time you stream your viewers would always be above and surpasses 1k. you and your girlfriend were the ones to watch and ellie took pride in that. always making the show more than worthy to see.
after streaming for almost the past hour, it was safe to say you were absolutely spent. ellie could get so much done in an hour and that’s exactly what happened. but still here she was, long fingers lounged deep into your core. fingering you slowly, basking in all your precious moans and shrieks. basking in the lovely sound of your arousal as she kept fucking you with his fingers.
ellie’s freckled face was all flushed and rosy, her usual half up half down style messy, the plushness of her lips swollen and red. a bit of sweat collecting in her eyebrow, the little slit there made her look all the more intense, along with her strong, toned veiny arms and hands; with that beauty tattoo displayed. she looked absolutely perfect. you weren’t too far off either, the people in the comments spamming compliments after compliments of your beautiful appearance. always making it known just how perfectly fucked out you looked.
ellie stared at the screen, a small lopsided smirk lacing her sweaty features as she read the comments and saw all of the tips you both were receiving as seconds kept passing.
“look baby,” she whispers, gaining your tired attention. your eyes lazily opening, your orbs barely being able to actually focus and look at the screen as you continued to feel the assault of your lovers fingers.
“fuck, look at all of the coins we’re getting, do you see pretty girl?” ellie turns to look at you. soft, caring eyes boring into your blissed ones. you made a small noise of agreement with a feeble nod of your head, moving to wrap your arms around the strong body of your girlfriend tightly.
“you know what to say, baby. tell the lovely people thank you, don’t forget your manners” ellie reminds you gently, a bit of an edge to her voice in a slight warning. fingers coming out of your pussy to now rub at your puffy button of nerves. you nod obediently, pulling your face away from the comforting space of her neck to make eye contact with the screen.
“t—thank you, everyone” immediately you can see ellie’s face brightening up at the abundant amount of “your welcome’s” coming through so quickly.
“wanna give the viewers just one more, sweetheart? y’feelin’ up to that?” she whispers silently, just so only you can hear and not the viewers. passionate, haunting green eyes staring at you lovingly, letting you know you can always say no. but you didn’t, your lips quivering into a cute, tired smile.
“yeah, i wanna give em’ one more els”
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milkiangl · 1 year
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your theme is so soothing <3
ahh thank you honey!! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵
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Emma Roberts as Brooke Thompson in American Horror Story: 1984
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milkiangl · 1 year
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so obsessed w ur blog that it actually hurts!
thank you so much love omg!! <3 <3 <3
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Heath Ledger as Patrick Verona 10 Things I Hate About You, 1999
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milkiangl · 1 year
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ghostface!steve fic soon incoming . . . my intrusive thoughts got the better of me!!
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milkiangl · 1 year
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oh. my. god. everybody go thank ani, right. now. you never ever miss. i’m seriously actually levitating right now!
[…] gotta watch this final girl get covered in blood— i mean, uhh, defeat ghostface.”
PLEASE ELLIE ?? honestly, that’s so real of her. she’s just like me!
[…] relishing in the tiny moan she releases as her hand finds a home on the back of your head. “that’s it, good girl. makin’ me feel so good, baby. love ya so fucking much, y’know that?”
BARK BARK RUFF WOOF RUFF ?!4!(&?!;@!?
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idk about you but i really wanna lay above ellie’s boobs and just have em in my mouth. like idfk maybe we’re watching tv and she’d just let suck on ‘em because i’m bored or can’t focus 🫣🫣🫣
oh my god yes… she’d find it so funny but endearing that you find so much comfort in her boobs because you’re so shy when it comes to her obsession with yours and yet you’re all over hers! when you’re in bed with her and you’re stressed she’ll let you hold them like stress balls, burying your face into them as she soothingly rubs at your back until you fall asleep.
as for your delicious little scenario: you’d be watching a horror movie together, your girlfriend loving the genre intensely (you can’t tell me i’m wrong about this, ellie williams loves horror!! although she’d never admit it outright, she’s definitely in it for the hot scream queens rather than the actual plots) when you start to fidget. “what is it, babe?” ellie asks, exasperation in her voice— it’s the third time you’ve shifted around in your seat in the past two minutes and she’s really not able to focus on the masked ghostface on the screen as he’s slashing up the penultimate victim. you shift around again, pleading gaze fixed on ellie. “els, want you,” you whine as she rolls her eyes at you— “c’mon, baby. wait until the end of the movie an’ i’ll take care of ya, huh? sound good?” you shake your head softly before looking up into her eyes. “no, want you now. want ‘em in my mouth, els, please,” you babble, tone laced with desperation as a cocky little smirk appears on your girlfriend’s face. “wanna suck my tits, huh? you shoulda said sooner, baby. go ahead— but keep it down, hmm? gotta watch this final girl get covered in blood— i mean, uhh, defeat ghostface.” you nod so fast you think your head will snap off your spine and ellie grind wider as you. scramble toward her. she lifts her oversized tee over her head and you spring forward instantly to hurriedly attatch your lips to her skin, relishing in the tiny moan she releases as her hand finds a home on the back of your head. “that’s it, good girl. makin’ me feel so good, baby. love ya so fucking much, y’know that?”
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milkiangl · 1 year
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“In the first second, I thought about how amazing it would feel to have Elena in my arms again. By second number two, I kissed her. And by the third, I remembered you’re my best friend, and that if anything ever happened to you I would lose my mind.”
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES | 2.18 vs. 6.22
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milkiangl · 1 year
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“you’re a national treasure ani” DO YOU WANT US TO KISS. BECAUSE WE CAN KISS. 🌷🫶🏽🤍
a) this is such an over-exaggeration because i’m pretty sure you and ren are the only national treasures i know…
b) if i’m british, would i be an international treasure… my autistic brain is overthinking this. what exactly constitutes a national treasure and does it have to be limited to one nation to still just be “national”… i must figure this out
when is hbomax getting to work on making our romcom film?? i think it hasn’t happened yet because rotten tomato critics wouldn’t be able to handle the cinematic masterpiece it would be!
PLEASE YOU OVERTHINKING ‘NATIONAL’ VS ‘INTERNATIONAL’ IS ACTUALLY REASON NO. 37291 WHY WE’RE SOULMATES!
i’m not quite sure if international treasure is a phrase ( urban dictionary is most definitely gonna prove me wrong here ) but i will make it a phrase just for you! you deserve a compliment dedicated to you so bad. national treasure basically just means you’re super special and loved by many! 💝💝
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milkiangl · 1 year
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ANI ANI ANI ANI ANI ?!;!(!(;!?!! x 1,000,000
if there’s one thing i’m gonna do in every conversation EVER when given the opportunity, it’s praise the wonder and gift that is you and your writing because i’m actually about to pass out from horniness overload. talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it.
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“you wanna keep acting like a dumb bimbo as well as being a horny little brat? you’re a fucking cocktease, tryna’ get me all riled up all the time.”
[CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG... MY LEG...’
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[…] before he does die and ellie says something like he “perished from a lack of pussy” in the eulogy.
PLEASE I FULLY GIGGLED OUT LOUD THIS IS SO????? ellie would definitely treat joel’s funeral like her own personal stand-up comedy special but as she should!
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you murmur and joel positively coos at you. “i’m mean, huh?”
ani. how am i supposed to ever recover from this? this is serious for me. you’re absolutely insane (i love you so bad). i need immediate full compensation for how mumbled and jumbled my brain is.
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hear me out… thinking about riling up joel miller and how he’d react to younger reader acting out in order to get him to just fuck her already (aka: my petition to make joel your favourite brat tamer because he’s the loml.)
you met joel in the woods when he was travelling with ellie. when they had first picked you up, he was going to shoot you in the head. it took you five hours to convince him that you weren’t infected or a slaver & that you’d defected from your QZ with your best friend when a clicker had attacked you both in the woods. you’d had to watch your childhood friend be overtaken by the bitter throes of cordyceps and it had been so awful that eventually you’d just put her out of her misery & shot her before the fungus reached her brain.
you’ve wanted joel since the first time you saw him in the woods. more than twenty years older than you, attractive, definitely packing, you thought, and it’s been so long since you were fucked properly. he’s got the perfect personality too— grouchy but he’d still burn the world to the ground to protect his home, or the people who he considered to be his home. joel miller is, for all intents and purposes, the perfect man. there’s only one slight issue: you’ve known each other for months and despite your best efforts, joel‘s shown absolutely no interest in you at all.
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what’s the easiest way to drive a girl crazy? be joel miller, probably. it’s been months of you teasing and gently dropping hints that you want him and joel still hasn’t fucked you. yes, there’s a significant age gap, but you know he wants you, you’ve seen him hiding how hard he gets when you ‘forget’ he’s there and start changing your clothes in front of him, so why won’t he just fucking do it? you start to wonder: knowing that the issue doesn’t lie in a lack of attraction towards you, you start thinking of other signals and cues you might have missed and begin to formulate a way forward in your brain.
you’ve noticed how pissed off joel gets when you defy him and you’ve started to wonder if maybe that isn’t the best plan— to anger him into wanting to have sex with you. the more you think about it, though, the more stupid it sounds, so you decide that maybe it’s best not to think about it and to put your plan into action before you chicken out too quickly.
it’s funny, really, because up until now joel’s always thought of you as a good girl. in his mind he doesn’t want to fuck you because shit, you’re so much younger than him and so pretty too. who would want to wreck that innocent little angel (even if he does think he sometimes sees you giving him fuck me eyes, he never allows himself to indulge in the thought for longer than a moment. after all, what would a pretty little thing like you want with an old washed up criminal like him?) so, joel stays in his lane— as always— because he thinks that there’s probably nothing in the world that could be more awkward than trying to bone your pretty young travelling companion if she doesn’t want you.
recently though it seems as if something’s changed. you’re no longer angelic— you’re sarcastic and mean and more vulgar words tumble past your lips from ellie’s. if joel didn’t know any better (he knows better he knows better i want to fuck her… shit, i know better) he’d say you were doing this on purpose. little does he know that you are trying to wind him up: and it’s working. the more defiant your persona gets, the more frustrated you’ve realised you can get joel and now you’re intent on bratting him 24/7. he needs your help to do something? sorry, you’re just really busy. he doesn’t look at you all day? you start talking loudly about the guard who ate you out once in return for you sucking him off and act like you don’t see joel’s hand float absent mindedly down to his gun and grip the handle until his knuckles turn bright white. you trip over a tree root and happen brush up against his dick as you grab at his belt to steady yourself? well, you tell him, it’s only because it was ‘the nearest thing available’.
it takes him longer than it should to figure out what it is that you’re actually trying to achieve. when the lightbulb finally appears over his head though, he definitely chuckles to himself. as furious as he is that you felt like you had the right to disrespect him instead of just asking for what you needed, he has to admit how cute your desperation is to him. it’s not as if you’ve ever wanted for anything since knowing joel—actually, he’s rather complacently allowed himself to spoil you, a fact which he kicks himself for now, but ultimately he knows he can’t blame himself and that what’s done is done. fuck the past— joel’s thinking about the present when he decides that perhaps a firmer hand is needed to deal with this situation.
it’s unclear what it is exactly that pushes him over the edge. maybe it’s the subtle brush up against his thigh as you walk past him and then glare at him as if you hadn’t gone out of your way for your body to make contact with his, or you telling him to go fuck himself gently with a chainsaw when he suggests taking first watch as you and ellie sleep, or the random offhand comment directed at his age and the way you mocked him by saying you doubt he’s even capable of fucking at this point. does it really matter? the point is that joel’s reached that point, the one where if he doesn’t put you in his place he thinks he might die. can you die from being too hard? joel miller, 56, death by exploded dick. wouldn’t sound all too pretty on a headstone, and joel isn’t in the mood for that kind of embarrassment if he’s honest. he knows he’s gonna have to act soon before he does die and ellie says something like he “perished from a lack of pussy” in the eulogy.
one night, ellie’s already fallen asleep. tiny snores escape her and you chuckle from your vantage point, sat upright on the mossy forest floor. joel looks over at the noise. “should get some sleep. we gotta make tracks in the morning,” he says, making eye contact with you for the first time all day. you scoff at him and he’s instantly go his guard raised, ready to fight whatever acerbic comment you hurl at him. “go fuck yourself, joel.” he blinks. tamer than expected, to be honest, but still out of character for you. he goes to speak but finds that you’re still talking. “you keep taking first watch and then not waking me up for second. when do you ever expect to sleep? you aren’t my fucking knight in shining armour, joel, you’re a prick. what kind of sick and twisted motherfucker deprives himself of sleep just to prove some dipshit misogynystic point? how much of a caveman can you be? you’re putting us in danger every time we’re on the move and you haven’t slept the night before and i’m sick of your bullshit—” you stop abruptly at the sight of joel’s smirk. something about it rubs you the wrong way and you lash out at him again. “sorry, am i amusing you, you fucking asshole?” this time, he grins outright. as pissed as you are, you have to admit there’s something so attractive about the expression on his face. “i see ellie’s been rubbing off on your vocabulary.” you grimace at him, infuriated with him, angry that all he’s gleaned from your tirade is that you have a swearing habit that’s gonna be hard to kick— “it’s real cute what you’re doing, by the way, hon. don’t think i don’t notice.” your head whips up so fast you’re shocked you don’t get whiplash. you can feel the pool that’s quickly forming in your panties at the nickname but you simply clench your thoughts together and pray joel doesn’t notice how on edge you are.
(he does.)
“don’t know what the fuck you’re on about,” you begin, but joel’s done playing that game. if you want him rough around the edges, that’s how you’ll have him; and so he doesn’t feel the slightest bit sorry when he cuts you off with a gruff laugh. “you wanna keep acting like a dumb bimbo as well as being a horny little brat? you’re a fucking cocktease, tryna’ get me all riled up all the time.” he’s standing now and so are you and everything’s moving so quickly and what the fuck, because joel miller— the man of your literal wet dreams— has you backing up against a tree and you can see the erection pushing hard against the seam of his pants. “honestly, honey, i’m kinda sick of it. if you wanted me to fuck you, could’ve just been a good girl and asked me all politely. then i woulda been a lot more inclined to treat you nicer when it came down to it, y’know?” a tiny whimper escapes your throat as he nips at your collarbone and you melt underneath him. “shhh, doll, gotta be quiet for me, yeah? s’okay. i know. i know, honey. but we don’t wanna wake up ellie, do ya?” you shake your head vehemently as he tugs your trousers down your legs and you do your best to bite back a breathy moan. joel’s on his knees in front of you and he looks so pretty, so goddamn fine with his pupils blown and his mouth stretched out into a teasing smirk as he stands up to face you again. “bet if i put my hand down these pretty little panties right now you’d be soaked. ain’t that right, baby?” you want to deny it but he doesn’t give you the chance- it’s half a second before he does just what he said and finds you absolutely dripping for him. you go to grind down against his hand and he withdraws it, tutting unhappily at you. “since when do sluts get to feel good?” he chastises you and you feel a sudden rush of heat needling its way through your veins and prickling its way up your neck. “you’re being mean. ‘m not a slut,” you murmur and joel positively coos at you. “i’m mean, huh?” you nod desperately and he brings his hand back down, fingers brushing deftly against your clit as you squirm and try to cover yourself up. “nuh uh. you wanna act like a cheap whore, i’ll treat you like one. yeah?” your head’s nodding before your brain even knows what he said.
next thing you know, you’re being absolutely wrecked as joel rubs his thumb against your clit to loosen you up as he slides his thick shaft into your abused cunt— “are you crying right now?” he doesn’t mean to but he groans. it makes him feel like sone kind of pervert to admit it, but there’s something so raw and primal awoken in him at the sight of your tears. he wants to make you cry more. he wants to see you come undone. he wonders if you’ll be crying then or if you scream his name and realised that he’s about to find out. you whimper again and clutch at his wrists and he mutters words of encouragement into your ear. “c’mon, i know you can take it, baby, isn’t this exactly what you’ve wanted the past few months? bullying me, tellin’ me i don’t know how to fuck right, but i’m the mean one, right?” you’re babbling against his neck as he bottoms out in you and his facial expression is so fucking smug that if you’d been any less fucked out by now you’d want to murder him. “nasty men runnin’ around in these woods. infected, too, probably. but you don’t care, do ya? so much danger all around us and all you care about is me splittin’ you open on this cock, huh?” he’s looking expectantly at you for an answer even though he knows he’s unlikely to get one. you’re nodding, muttering incoherently, your mind in blissful agreement as tears gather on your lower lash line, spilling over— he’s just too thick and long and big and you tell him as much, clutching at his wrist and gasping. all you get is a laugh and a slight grunt in response and suddenly you’re gasping for air as he pulls out and slams into you harder, pressing the smallest of kisses to your damp temple as he chuckles at you, back pressing hard into the bark of the tree. he pinches roughly at the fat of your thigh and you moan loud enough to wake the devil before he’s covering your mouth with his calloused palm, looking hurriedly over to check that ellie’s asleep. “barely even in you and you’re already all fuzzy, huh? gonna fucking ruin you, angel.”
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dt: mon amour @scarleart!! i love u 3000.
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KENNA I GOT MY FIRST HATE ANON 💀
now WHO is hating on my pookie bear olivia?! this app truly hates seeing talented girlies thriving! 🙄🙄
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Harry Styles | Don't Worry Darling
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milkiangl · 1 year
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hiii could you write fem ready x nancy wheeler where reader and nance are dating and they are the ones going to talk to the victor at pennhurst and nancy does readers makeup or something with the outfit they have to wear before they go ? that sounds confusing so if it is you can change it up as much as you want !😭
pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader.
warning: pure fluff, kissing, established relationship, allusions to sexual situation, nancy is a straight up tease, feminine nicknames.
note: this is so sickly sweet i’m actually growing a cavity ( bad pun m’sorry.. ) but anyways!! missing my girl so much and i’ve been really craving writing something super fluffy so why not wack out two birds with one stone?? ♥︎
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“Quit being a brat and sit still.”
You huffed in obedience, seizing your prior swiveling upon Nancy’s lap as she continued her present task of cushioning one of her makeup brushes— packed with a rosy powdered blush—against your delicate cheekbones.
Both of your legs were thrown on opposite sides of Nancy’s thighs, caging them between yours whilst your knees dug into the soft bedding of her comforter.
Her tongue lolls out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, applying some finishing touches to your fragile eyelids that were decorated in soft hues of eyeshadow.
Humming in completion, her crystal azure irises leisurely traveling up and down the extent of your figure, giving you a final once over that has you wiggling under the heating surveillance of her stare once more.
Her signature grin takes over her features, watching you as she reaches for her aged hand mirror. “Wanna see, sweetheart?”
Nodding timidly, she flips the object around so you were met with your reflection gazing back at you.
“Pretty, huh, baby?” Nancy tilts her head slightly, examining the way you immediately become flustered; your bashful gaze shifting down to fidget with the hem of her dress that resembles the one she dressed you in. “No need to get all shy on me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, isn’t that right, honey? Say it for me.”
Her thumb and index finger grasp your chin delicately, lifting your head to meet her eyes that has your whole body warming from confronting her praises. Deciding to finally humor her once you spotted the way her eyebrow began inch up impatiently. You meekly responded, “M’your pretty girl.”
Nancy’s lips pull into a satisfied smile, revealing her pearly white canines in full. “That’s right. My pretty girl,” Leaving an unhurried peck on your moisturized top lip, her tongue peaked out to drag across the flesh agilely; tasting coated shimmery lipgloss prior to capturing your eager mouth with her own.
Your incoherent whines and mewls only provoked her actions further, indifferently smearing your freshly finished makeup whilst your bunched skirt rid up your bare thighs increasingly.
Breaking apart, erratic breath decelerating, Nancy’s mouth broke out into another smirk; leaning in to tenderly nibble at the skin of your earlobe. Taking it between her teeth and tugging slightly, her raspy voice fell just below a whisper. “So smart too.”
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the impact of sexy 40+ year old men in zombie apocalypse based television shows needs to be studied in schools . . .
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MAKENNA. BABY. when are we kissing omg… i love you sm like?? what do you MEAN you like seeing me in ur notifs… do you want me to cry?!?! i had meatballs for dinner but i forgot to put in the fresh rosemary because i was too busy reading ur nancy post 😖😖 it was worth it though <3 i love ur writing sm ur so talented angel!! 🌷🫶🏽🤍
you’re so cute i’m actually gonna cry!! ‘loved ani too much’ will be written on my headstone because that will be my exact cause of death!! ( definitely worth it tho ♡♡ )
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