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munsonsfairy · 1 month

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I always see bbf abby but never sbf, so maybe older abby x friends little sister (of age of course, like about to graduate college) 🕺🏽 reader is visiting her sister and she sees abby type thing idk

Btw, your work is amazing 🙂‍↕️🩷

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author’s note: thank you so much! i appreciate you for reading and sending in a request. i hope you enjoy! thank you for @katemartinis for proofreading. 🤍

abby wants say yes to heaven, say yes to you, and let fear she has fall away. you thought you were only a lost memory to abby until this summer. now, you’re standing in front of abby in the rain with shoes full of water staring at each other.

content: fluff with angst. summer before graduation. 18+ no smut. no specific descriptions of reader but is feminine.

word count: 2.2k

The salt air coming in from your open window cools your skin from the summer heat. You're lying on your bed watching season three of stranger things as you always do at the start of summer. Or at least you were watching it until your best friend, Jackie, came over. It's the summer before your senior year and you’re trying to soak up every bit of it before you graduate.

You and Jackie made a list of what you want to do this summer consisting of tanning to getting matching tattoos to trying out surfing. Luckily you live on an island making it easy to complete. today you wanted to check off going to the aquarium off your list. While you were going through your closet for an outfit, Jackie was talking about a boy she swears she’s in love with after knowing him for two weeks.

Finally, you found the dress you were looking for. You always felt your best while wearing it and thought your skin glowed with the color. you stood in front of the mirror in awe.

Downstairs, you hear the door slam and someone yell to your mom that they’re hungry.

It's your older sister, Sarah coming back from volleyball practice. You both might be lesbian, but someone was definitely dropped too many times as a baby. You hear your mom greet Sarah and someone else.

“Well look who it is. my favorite Anderson!”

Abby. Anderson.

She's your sister’s best friend and also plays in the same volleyball team. You've had a crush on since you laid eyes on her. The way she carries herself and listens to you always filled you with butterflies. making eye contact with her blue eyes made you dizzy. Her love for books makes you wish you didn’t get so flustered around her so you could ask her about what she’s currently reading.

There was something about Abby that had your heart wanting more. she always knew how to pull you in. Unfortunately, she was off limits. your older sister made you promise you wouldn’t complicate things and ruin her friendship, but it takes two to tango. the stolen glances and subtle touches can only last so long before Sarah gets suspicious. Neither you nor Abby have confessed any real feelings, but it was enough to raise red flags for Sarah.

You feel yourself getting nervous at the thought of seeing her again. You haven’t seen Abby since last summer since she wasn’t home for Christmas. the four of you camped out together at the beach since the weather was more tolerable compared to summer. Sarah and Jackie fell asleep, so the both of you laid down next to each other looking up at the stars. Abby was a nerd when it came to constellations. She pointed out every single one she found, then it got quiet letting you only hear the waves crashing.

You felt at peace and closed your eyes to take it all in. Abby turned her head and admired you as she always did. The next morning, you woke up to Abby holding you close to her chest; her breath tickling your neck. You look up to see the blonde deeply sleeping. Her eyes lashes so long and freckles covering her skin. Being an early bird has its perks when you wake up before your older sister sees you cuddling her best friend.

Your reminiscing is soon interrupted by your older walking into your room eating a sandwich and laying on your bed with Jackie.

Just in record time, Abby comes behind her but doesn’t go into your room. Instead, she leans against your doorway focusing on the one person.

Through your mirror your eyes made eye contact with the bluest eyes you’ve seen. her freckles covered her sun kissed skin. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest making her arms show off for you.

Abby’s eyes rake over your body, drinking in every curve before meeting your eyes again. She tried to be discreet but couldn’t help but admire you.

She thought you were glowing and couldn’t believe such beauty existed, but you always proved her wrong. She loved way your eyes crinkled with your laughed at her joke. Oh my god she thinks I’m funny. Those were one of the few times she saw your true personality.

SAY HI IDIOT. Abby’s mind screamed at her.

“Hi.”

Her voice filled with honey and softness. You feel your knees get week and feel a shiver run through your spine. Abby notices and smirks then looks away to let you breathe.

You mentally kick yourself for not evening answering. It's one word!! two letters!! stupid stupid stupid!!

Thankfully, your sister and Jackie were too busy in their own world to notice or so you thought.

“I’m sure it would be fun if Abby came with us!” you turn to Jackie with wide eyes who is smiling knowing what she’s doing.

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Since Sarah and Jackie went to the reptile exhibit, you and Abby stayed on a bench admiring the open ocean exhibit. Reptiles weren’t really your thing. The blue hues fill from the water paint the walls. It feels like the fish are moving in slow motion. You're in awe of the two stingrays swimming together it almost looks like they are dancing.

Although, the sea creatures were beautiful, Abby couldn’t focus when she felt your arm touching hers, or your hands brushing against each other when you were walking next to each other earlier. If only you knew how it took everything in her not to reach for your hand. she has been this close to you before but today felt different. The peace she was feeling was something she wouldn’t be able to put into words.

“Do you think seals have spots?” Abby asked as suddenly.

“Hm?” You missed her question when you turned to look at her. you feel a little embarrassed by how she can easily throw you off.

She laughs, “Do you think seals have spots? Owen swears up and down he saw one spotted. He says saw one and I haven’t heard the end of it. Not saying I want to prove him wrong but…” She trails off.

“Oh, definitely. Have you considered researching your question? I mean you do know how to use your phone, right or do you need assistance?” You laugh at her.

Abby playfully rolls her eyes, “You think you’re so funny, huh? I personally would love to see this seal in person.” She shrugs.

You laugh but this time Abby fully sees you. She wishes she could freeze time and just look at you forever. To make you laugh and smile every day.

“Do other people think you’re funny?”

Abby looks towards the fish tank shaking her head but still smiling, “No, they don't.”

For a moment you didn’t let your nerves hold you back, so you squeeze her bicep, “Let me be the first to tell you that you are very funny.”

You lay your hand back down to your lap, but Abby reaches for it and holds your palm up. She traces the lines on your hand and finally decides that it’s now or never.

It felt like she was on Saturn, and it was only the two of you. Nothing else mattered. All of her nerves were gone. It felt like a dream, but the warmth of your hand reminded her it was real.

“You're staring,” you whisper.

“I like looking at you,” Abby whispered back smiling.

Abby raises her hand reaching for your cheek. Her thumb gently rubbing your soft skin; scared to break you. She drags down her thumb to your lower lip sending a shiver down your spine. The world slowed down for the two of you. Abby admired every detail on your face just in case this was the last time she was this close. She could smell the coconut perfume you spayed earlier. She knew what color your eyes were, but they were so much better up close. Her eyes flickers from your lips to your eyes. Abby felt herself leaning towards you as if it was the most natural thing.

“Oh, are we interrupting something?” Jackie asked smiling.

Out of fear, Abby dropped your hand and pulled away from you. “N-no,” she stands up quickly and walks in front of you away from the group. Luckily, your sister didn’t see since she was walking a bit behind Jackie. The rest of your time at the aquarium Abby avoids looking at you after that. It's all gone.

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The car ride home was filled with tension. Abby had barely said a word to anyone. You sat in front while she drove back to your house staring at the raindrops that filled the window. Summer might be your favorite season, but hurricane season makes you wish it was over already.

You finally got the confidence to look at the blonde next to you and see nothing but an emotionless face. Her eyes aren’t the same blue you saw earlier. They look empty. Abby must have felt you staring because she sighed and made sure you heard it.

Your brain replays what happened earlier over and over like a record player. There was never a moment where Abby looked at you the way she did right now.

After what felt like hours, she drove into the driveway of your house. Your sister and Jackie quickly got out of the car leaving you alone with Abby. You felt a knot in your stomach and don’t feel words come out when you open your mouth. Out of habit you anxiously pick the skin on your fingers.

“Wanna come in? I think we’re going to order some pizza. Sarah always orders way too much food for us to finish,” you ask trying to break the tension.

Abby clears her throat, “Uh, I can’t tonight. rain check? I’m pretty tired it was a long day.” Her eyes never met yours since you were at the aquarium. You missed her blue eyes filled with love. Now you couldn’t tell what she was feeling.

“Oh sure! We have the whole-.”

“I think it’s getting late don’t you think? I’m sure they’re waiting for you,” she interrupts. You hear the irritation in her voice and almost leave, but you needed to ask her why she changed her attitude in a matter of seconds. You really thought today was the day you’d finally tell her what your heart feels. How you much you find her funny and think she deserves to have someone love her.

“What changed, Abby? I know it wasn’t only in my head what happened earlier, or did I imagine it?”

Abby sighs and looks towards her fingers, “You didn’t imagine it, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be together. We're just good friends and I don’t think it’s the best thing to do. I mean what will you sister think?”

Her heart beats for you but she could never admit it to you. She's watched you go from relationship to relationship to break up to break up. yet, she can’t get the words out to tell you.

You scoff, “Just good friends, huh? you’re so full of shit, Abigail. I mean you were there! was I the only one who felt the feeling?”

“What feeling,” Abby asked confused.

“You know! the feeling! The feeling you get before you kiss someone for the first time. The excitement, anticipation, and butterflies in your stomach. The way your heart flutters when you finally kiss the girl you love!” You were talking so fast and just ranting now that you didn’t even notice you confessed your feelings to her.

“Wait what?” Abby was shocked but knew she shouldn’t be. She was there and so were you.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I’m here explaining this to you and expecting you to understand. Just next time, don’t look into a girl’s eyes and say you like looking at her if you’re planning to be an ass.” You open the car door and start running to your front door without getting soaked by the rain.

It took Abby two seconds to finally realize the girl of her dreams is running away from her. Abby ran out of her car leaving the door open without a care.

“Do you really want to know how I feel?!” she yelled out.

“I’ve never loved anyone like you! I’ve never felt so much peace before in my life! Everything about you consumes my being it’s frightening. This love I feel for you is so beautiful yet so scary. If choosing you means that I am losing your sister as a friend, then fine!”

You felt like your heart was beating so hard as you stared at Abby trying to process everything.

“And you couldn’t say all of that in the car, Abigail!? I have water in my shoes, I’m cold, and we-.”

Abby grabs you with both of her hands and kisses you. It takes you a couple seconds to process and kiss her back. Your eyes fluttered closed and you felt everything happening all at once. Her lips are softer than you imagined and so familiar. Your hands move to her braid making her moan into the kiss and letting you slip your tongue inside. She wrapped her arm around your waist bringing you closer to her.

“Wow…” you were breathless with your eyes still closed. When you finally opened them, Abby was smiling and looking into your eyes. She leans in again and whispers, “Can I do that again?”

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson angst #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson imagine #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou 2

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syluscore · 1 year

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i LOVED In the Middle,😍🥰 thank you so much!!! Could you please write Jill x fem!reader sleepy, romantic morning sex?

I love your work!! Thanks, again!

Good Morning

~Jill Valentine x fem! Reader~

Word count: 2353

Content warnings: smut, sexual content, female reader, reader referred to as a woman, lesbian sex, dominant jill, submissive reader, pet name baby used often, tribing/grinding/humping/scissoring, PRAISE, dirty talk, overstimulation, oral (reader receiving), love bombs

!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! THIS IS PURELY SEXUAL CONTENT!!!!!!!

“Do you ever sleep in, Valentine?” you teased your girlfriend. It’s an early Saturday morning and neither one of you work today. That leaves you free to sleep in and spend the day doing whatever you please.

But not Jill Valentine, oh no. Sun’s up, Jill’s up. She always has something to work on. One morning you woke up only a few hours after she did, to a rearranged living room with a fresh coat of paint.

“There’s a whole part of the day that you miss out on, baby. Do you know how much you can get done with the extra few hours in the morning?” she placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Nope. And I’m not interested in learning either,” you grabbed an extra pillow and buried your face into it. Nothing of significance could happen before noon, at least not significant enough to be better than the extra hours of sleep. Jill laughs as she rubs soothing circles into your back. If she really wanted you to wake up for the day, she sure as hell wasn’t helping. A few more minutes of this and you’d be right back to sleep.

“Alright, sleeping beauty. I’ll let you get back to sleep. It’s too bad though, I had plans for you,” she cooed at you. She definitely piqued your interest with that statement. Jill never disappoints with her plans or ideas, especially when it comes to you.

You sigh before propping yourself up on an elbow, “Okay, I’m listening.” Jill smiles down at you victoriously. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on now, before I change my mind,” you state before laying your head back in the pillows, your chest towards the ceiling.

“I was just thinking, you’ve been working a lot of hours,” Jill raises her eyebrows at you.

“Yeah.”

“And I’ve been working a lot of hours,” she points her thumb towards her chest.

“That is also true,” you say cautiously. You weren’t quite sure where she was going with this. Knowing Jill, you could end up three towns over, remodeling the bathroom, or with her between your legs. Now that you’re thinking about it, you hope she ends up between your legs. Your heart rate slightly picks up just at the thought of it.

She shoots you a look knowingly, reading the change in the expression on your face. “And I’ve missed you so much this week. I’m hoping you missed me just as much,” she caresses your cheek and you lean into the touch.

“You know I did.”

Jill chuckles at your response. “So, I was thinking,” she pulls herself on top of you, her legs straddling yours, “I could show you just how much I missed you.” You gaze up at her face, your eyes being pulled to her lips as her teeth dig into them, before releasing them and running her tongue along her button lip.

You hum at her curiously, “I don’t know, I’m not feeling very missed. You might have to work extra hard.” She nuzzles her face in your neck, her lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your pulse point. You feel yourself growing steadily wet, your arousal beginning to drip into your panties.

Jill didn’t even have to try, your body always turned into putty beneath her. You always gave yourself over to the perfect woman so easily. All she had to do was climb on top of you and make promises of what she could do to you for you to become desperate for her touch. She knew your body so well, almost as if it was made for her. And in the back of your mind, you believe you probably were made for her.

“Baby,” she gently nips at the sensitive skin of your neck, “You know I’m not afraid of a little hard work.”

As soon as the last word leaves her mouth, she’s sucking the skin of your neck harshly between her teeth. Your body instinctively arches up into hers, encouraging her to bite into your neck. You hiss at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Before you can say anything, she’s releasing your skin from her teeth and gently lapping at the sore skin with her tongue.

Your hands tightly fist the back of her oversized t-shirt and she’s quick to pull it from your grasp, yanking it over her head. Your eyes take in her bare chest, nipples raised at the sudden exposure to the chill of your bedroom. You groan as you admire the sight above you. Every time Jill undresses for you it’s just as exciting as the very first time. You could never grow tired of seeing her pale skin and supple breasts.

You crane your neck up to suck one of her nipples into your mouth, earning you a glorious moan from Jill. You take her other nipple between your thumb and index finger, rolling it in time with your mouth's actions on the other. You’ve never been known as a patient woman, so you’re quickly bringing your mouth to her other nipple and sucking it just as eagerly. She must be pleased with what you’re doing to her because her hips start to grind deeply into yours.

You pull your mouth away from her breasts, head falling back into the pillows as a moan slips past your lips at the friction she’s giving you. Pure need is coursing through your body as your hips buck up into hers, desperate for more. You look up from where you two meet to gaze into Jill’s eyes, only to find her already staring down at you. The look on her face could only be described as pure admiration; it has you melting beneath her.

“I might die if you don’t kiss me right now.”

Jill chuckles and shakes her head, “Don’t do that, baby. I’m not even close to finished with you yet.” And with that her lips crash into yours. It’s sloppy and passionate, which is often how you find yourself kissing her. Your love for her battles with your desperation for her, resulting in teeth clashing together and slobber slipping down your chins.

Your hands run up her body until your fingers are gripped tightly into her hair. She moans into your mouth at the pull, but you can’t control yourself. You don’t know if you two can get any closer, but you need her closer so you’ll certainly fucking try.

Jill’s hands roam your body, stopping to play with the hem of your pajama pants. You’re suddenly regretting wearing them to bed last night, despite how chilly the air was. Now, you are burning up, desperately trying to get the pants off of your body as sweat starts to shine on your overheated skin.

Jill grips the fabric and starts to tug it down, you can’t help but eagerly raise your hips to assist her. You whine when you realize she’s pulled your panties off with the pants. Nothing keeps her from where you want her most and you’re dying for her to reach out; to ease the ache growing between your thighs.

“Eager, are we?” she taunts you before her lips connect with yours again.

“Very.”

“No time to waste then,” she hurriedly tugs your shirt off and pulls off her panties, leaving you two completely naked for each other. She leans back down to you as you wrap your legs around her waist. You pull her hips until they’re flushed with yours again.

She gently nips at your bottom lip with her teeth, teasing you. Your lip quivers as your legs clench around her body, trying your hardest to remain patient for her.

This was how she liked you, patient and obedient beneath her. Jill liked to be in control, she needed control over everything possible after what she’d been through. You on the other hand, you needed to relinquish control. You found power and strength in submission, and Jill absolutely adored this. You two meshed together perfectly.

Jill placed one last kiss on your lips before straightening her back, giving you the most immaculate view of her in the process. She spread your thighs until your pussy was perfectly spread for her. She hums appreciatively as she soaks in the view of your body on display just for her.

Your hips stutter and shake the more you lay there waiting for Jill to touch you. She takes notice of each little twitch and smirks at how needy you are for her.

She closes the mere few inches separating her pussy from yours, pressing against you firmly. A pathetic whine leaves your mouth and you can’t help but blush at the embarrassing sound.

“Awe, sweet girl, don’t be ashamed. I absolutely love those adorable sounds you make for me. They’re my second favorite thing,” she praises you. You bite your lip to fight your eyes from rolling back into your skull.

You squirm beneath her, “What’s your favorite thing?” Your voice comes out quiet and breathless, but just loud enough for Jill to hear.

Jill smiles from ear to ear, “This sweet pussy of yours. Don’t ever forget it.” She takes the opportunity while you’re distracted trying to process her words to start grinding her pussy into yours.

You can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your skull now. You also can’t help the whiny, high-pitched moan that tumbles from you either. The stimulation of her clit against yours has your entire body rumbling with overwhelming pleasure. You can feel it from your toes, all the way up to the follicles of your hair.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Jill, holy shit, yes,” you mumble your words out in between pants. You can’t process a single coherent thought. The only thing you’re able to focus on is the pleasure you’re receiving.

“Yeah? You like when my pussy kisses yours, baby?” she asks, a blush breaking out across the skin of your face and chest from her words. “Yeah you do. I can feel how wet you just got for me.” And holy fuck, can you feel it too. You can feel your whole pussy pulsing with arousal and need.

Jill continues to steadily grind into your pussy. You have to consciously force yourself to swallow your saliva to keep from drooling on yourself. Your pussy clenches around nothing as Jill starts grinding into your clit just right.

Your back arches, further pushing you into the pleasure, hitting that perfect spot harder.

You whine out desperately, “Your pussy feels so good, Jill. Grind your pussy into me, holy fuck. Just like that, just like that. You feel so fucking good, baby. You feel perfect.” Maybe you’d feel shame at how needy you sound if you weren’t so close to coming all over her pussy.

“You gonna come?” you nod quickly, “Fucking hold it. You’re gonna come with me when I come,” she demands as she starts moving her hips faster, arousal pouring down both of your thighs as your pussies grind together wetly.

“I’m trying, fuck I’m trying. You fuck me so good, you’re fucking me so so good. God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you plead with her. You’re clenching your muscles tensely trying to hold back your orgasm, but with the way she’s fucking you, it’s basically impossible.

“Come for me, baby. I’m gonna come for you,” Jill tells you and you’re instantly sent over the edge. Your nails dig into the flesh of her hips harshly as your body convulses with waves of hot pleasure. The look on your face while you come is what finally sends Jill over the edge as well.

“I’m coming, I’m coming all over your sweet pussy,” Jill pants out as she keeps the pace of her fast grinding. Her head falls back as loud moans fall from her mouth, extending your orgasm. You can’t stop coming against her pussy and the overstimulation has tears falling from your eyes.

Jill’s orgasm finally passes as she looks down at you panting heavily. She slowly rubs her pussy against you, making you whimper at the aftershocks shooting through you.

“Such a good girl, my sweet girl,” Jill praises you, staring at your body with lust blown eyes. A thin layer of sweat coats her body, emphasizing her post-orgasm glow. The way she looks at you has your clit pulsing painfully.

Jill finally scoots away from your core, you squeeze your eyes shut as the cool air hits your swollen and used cunt. You spend a few seconds trying to steady your breathing before your back is arching off of the mattress as Jill’s tongue starts lapping at your clit.

“J-Jill, wait. I, fuck, I can’t. Shit, I can’t handle it,” you whine pitifully as your fingers grip her hair tightly.

She pulls her head back just an inch, still feeling her hot breath on your pussy, “You can take it, baby. Be a good girl and let me clean up the mess I made.” She quickly brings her mouth back to you, sucking and slurping your come mixed with hers off of your sensitive lips.

“I c-can’t,” you whimper before a loud moan steals your breath, “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Oh my god. What’s the point of cleaning the mess just to cause another?” You start helplessly grinding against her face.

Jill hushes you, “Don’t ask questions I can’t answer, love. Just come in my mouth like I know you want to.”

“Ugh, yes. I wanna come in your fucking mouth. I wanna come with your tongue on my pussy.”

“That’s my girl. And my girl gets what she wants, doesn’t she? Relax and let me show you why you love me.”

“I love you for more than your incredible tongue. I mean, your talented tongue does fucking help though. You have to be such an expert at everything.”

Jill laughs at your words, “Love you too.” No more words leave the pretty woman’s mouth as it becomes occupied with more important things. Fuck, maybe you could grow to like mornings if this is how they start every day.

~masterlist~

#jill valentine #jill valentine smut #jill valentine x you #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x y/n #jill smut #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil 3 #smut #jill valentine fanfiction #jill valentine fanfic #jill valentine imagine #jill x reader #jill x you #jill x y/n #wlw nsft #ghostkennedy

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heartshapedconchas · 2 years

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everlong

chapter 1: patrol | ellie williams |

summary — You knew Ellie Williams. You weren't close with her by any means, but you knew her. You knew that she had been dating Dina for 5 months when you arrived, and you also knew that you were fairly interested in her. One night after a day of patrol together, the two of you talk during a get-together. And not just about the normal trivial things you'd say every now and then to break the almost comfortable silence during patrols. You actually talked.

pairing — ellie williams x reader

warnings — femme-based reader, slight violence? reader is a lesbian, dina & ellie are dating (she doesn’t cheat dw)

word count — 1.8k

author’s note — Hello Hello, I have not written since about middle school so i’m so sorry if this is just horribly written (　ﾟдﾟ) Also I apologize if there are any mistakes/inconsistencies or anything like that. I was raised by an immigrant who’s English wasn’t perfect when he had/taught me so mine isn’t perfect either! So much for Eng being my first language LOL.

7:15 AM. The bright red numbers from your shitty alarm clock burned into your eyes as you decided to actually open them and make an attempt to wake up and start your day. You didn’t just wake up now though, you had been awake for the past hour or so; listening to the sound of Jackson slowly coming to life. Your body is still on its usual sleep-wake cycle from traveling on your own. Before you came across a few people and were welcomed into this community, your sleep wasn’t exactly a priority. Sleep was a luxury, you only got a few hours of sleep so you naturally woke up early even though you didn’t exactly need to. Which of course, was miserable but unfixable so far.

Deciding to actually function, you sit up with a sigh; and internally groan at the feeling of the frigid air compared to the warmth of your bed sheets. “Fuck that,” you mumble to yourself, and wrap one of the blankets around you and stand up. After dressing yourself in the appropriate kind of clothing for the mid-December weather, which was beautiful but fucking miserable, you head out to start your day.

Ellie’s coming with you on your patrol today, which wouldn’t be the first time. You two weren’t usually paired up, but you remember her from a few of your first non-group patrols. Actual conversation never really occurred between the two of you, you said hello when meeting up and all that shit; and talked about how to take out the infected that were in the area. But it was never more than that. Not a big deal though, it didn’t make a huge difference to you. Although, a part of you longed for more. Just a little bit more, even if she just asked you how you were feeling that day or if you had any plans. One time during one of your very first patrols you attempted to shoot and ride at the same time; which evidently failed as you got knocked off by a runner. Ellie took care of the infected that had knocked you off, but she had pulled you to safety before doing that. She was grabbing you by the arm, yanking you behind her. After that, for some reason, you couldn’t stop thinking about her grabbing you. Her touching you. You replayed that moment in your head over and over again, even after arriving back in Jackson that day.

But Ellie had been with Dina for 5 months at that point. You had just gotten there, you didn’t already want to tarnish your image with the idea that you’re going after a taken woman. That would fucking suck. That and the fact that it's just plain wrong. So you just took those feelings and shoved them deep down inside you so they would never see the light of day.

“Hey {name}, you signing in? I grabbed Lady from her stable for you already! ” someone else getting ready for a patrol said as they saw you. “Oh, thank you! And uh yeah, just waiting for Ellie. Have you seen her, she's usually the first one here?”

Almost as if on cue, Ellie walked in. Her face was slightly red, and it looked as if she was frowning; her eyebrows furrowed as she mumbled something to herself that you couldn't hear. “Maybe she’s not a morning person,” you thought to yourself, “maybe we have that in common. God, I hope it doesn’t affect her attitude on this patrol, I really don’t feel like dealing with that shit right now.”

You gave her a small wave and a slight smile, and she gave you a nod of acknowledgment as she grabbed Shimmer from her stable.

“You ready? This shouldn’t take too long, this area never really has any infected.” She handed you a map of the route since you’ve never been on it before, and she didn’t want to deal with you getting lost along the way.

As you saddled your horse you took a quick glance over the route, “Hm, yep. Seems easy enough!”

She gave you a small smile, finally. “Alright, let's go then. I just wanna get it done quickly.” And with that, you mounted your horses and headed for the gate to leave.

The ride was quiet for the most part, aside from a few comments about the weather or a random animal one of you saw. It was really pretty too, you were kinda upset you had never come along on this route before. No infected to take out and good scenery? It was perfect, completely serene.

There were, however, buildings you had to clear of course. And this one seemed rather large and broken down, it almost looked like some sort of gas station or store like that. All of the entrances were blocked by something so you had to figure out a different point of entry.

“Hey,” Ellie motioned towards an open window with her head, “over here. I’ll boost you up and you can help me get in.”

You silently nodded and jumped off Lady, patting her on the side once before jogging over to said window.

She bends down, links her hands together, and nods up towards the opening, “Okay, up you go.”

Stepping onto her hands, she pushes upwards and you’re able to grab onto the very edge of the window. “Fuck, I think I need a little bit more help—it’s a little too high for me to reach.”

Another touch. This time she grabbed onto your leg to help boost you up more. It wasn’t your lower leg though, it was like—The directly below your ass leg area.

Your breath hitched and you were finally up through the window; standing on what you assumed was some sort of storage unit. After helping Ellie up, you turn on your flashlight and start looking around. There wasn’t much really, you found a few extra bullets and some supplies. Plus an old corpse, which wasn’t too pleasant of course.

“So..” Ellie suddenly interrupted the comfortable silence that you two usually experienced during your patrols, “you coming to that party at the church tonight?” Oh. Oh. That's more than the usual small talk.

“Ah, yeah actually. I planned on at least stopping by if I wasn’t too tired. Why? Did you get ditched by Dina?” You said with a slight laugh.

Ellie bit her lip, almost as if that was partially true, “Mn no, was just wondering.” she shrugged and turned to open another door to see if the room was clear. You raised an eyebrow at her before turning to do the same and see if your room was clear.

It was definitely not clear. As soon as you creaked open the door, a clicker rushed out at you. You stumbled back, grabbing your gun from your leg holster and pointing it at its fungi-overtaken head. But you couldn’t aim steady, so much was happening so fast and you were shaken from being jumped by a fucking clicker.

“{reader}, watch out!” Ellie screamed as she ran towards you and the clicker, who was on top of you now. You were barely able to keep it away from your face, its mouth biting down on air as it failed to reach your skin; loud screeches disorienting you even more.

“Fucking— get it off!” Jesus christ this thing was fucking strong. You weren't weak but you’d have a hard time if you were rushed suddenly like this. Ellie grabbed the clicker off of you and shot it once in the head, and it fell to the floor beside you limply.

“{reader} , {reader} are you okay? You’re not bit are you?!” she said panicked, her voice urgent and unstable; and she kneeled down in front of you so you were face to face. “Yeah…yeah, I’m fine.” but you winced. Your face felt..wet? Reaching up to your left cheek you touched where it felt damp, and when your hand drew back you found your fingertips smeared with blood. Were you bit? Maybe you don’t feel it when it happens, and that's why there’s always that dramatic moment in the cheesy old zombie apocalypse movies where the side character realizes they’ve been bit later on.

“Shit, it’s just a scratch but you’re bleeding pretty heavy,” she paused for a second, “I have stuff in my bag for that, you’ll be fine.” She shrugged her backpack off and rummaged around in it before finding a package of first aid supplies. She grabbed cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide before she began dousing them in the liquid.

“Alright this is gonna sting a bit.” she leaned in close and started cleaning your cheek. You know how when you would fall and hurt your knee when you were a kid? And your parents would pull out the rubbing alcohol and tell you it wasn’t gonna hurt at all. But it actually ended up burning really badly? That’s what it felt like, the stinging making you flinch and almost whine.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” she looked at you with sympathy and continued cleaning, apologizing sweetly every time you would wince or groan. A minute later she was done, and she threw the used cotton balls to the side. “Alright, you’re all done. Feel better?” She got up after pausing to stare at you for merely a second and grabbed her backpack from the floor. “You okay to continue? I wanna get through this as quickly as possible now, I don't want that happening again.” She laughed a little, before reaching out her hand to help you get up.

The two of you finished the patrol, not finding any other infected aside from a few runners that you took down easily. It started snowing at some point while you were scavenging for supplies in some small building and hurried out of there before it would get any worse. She didn’t ask any more questions as she did before on your way back through the route, she was quiet and almost nervous. She’d glance at you every few minutes or so, and just as quickly as she would look she would turn away from you.

The entire trip back home, you dreaded that party. Pulling your horses into the stable, Ellie hesitated before finally speaking for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

“So uh… you said you are going to the party tonight, right?” She looked almost hopeful as if she’d be disappointed if you said no.

“Oh, yeah!” You smiled, a bit too awkward for your own liking, “Uh.. see you there?”

She smiled and nodded, before handing Shimmer off to the stable handler. As you watched her walk away, you felt that same anxiety bubble up in your stomach again. The same anxiety you felt when you first saw the girl before you were informed that she was in a committed relationship. It almost made you feel sick to your stomach, it was that kind of excited anxiety that made you so giddy you could jump up and down and scream. But you couldn't. "Man I'm delusional" you mumbled to yourself as you followed Ellie's actions and handed Lady off, "She's just being friendly. No need to get excited."

No need to get excited.

Right?

#the last of us #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #lesbian #dina nolastname #wlw #wlnm #sapphic #tlou x reader #friends to lovers #strangers to lovers?

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soliarus · 1 year

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Thoughts Of You

-fluff, hangover, dahyun acting like a hopeless lesbian!! implied relationship

: hangover or not Dahyun's mind never ceases to stop racing, especially about you

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non-idol!dahyun x fem!reader

Through the open window, a soft breeze wafted into the room, it welcomed a nice shine of light which gladly took its place, laying a sunny streak over Dahyun’s sleeping face. As pretty as she looked with the sun shining on her face, she didn’t seem to like it much. If the groan was anything to go by, and the whine as she turns to face the other way, shifting around on the bed.

Fuck the sun. I’m tired n wanna sleep. Head hurts. Where is she?

A giggle rings through her head, the sound pounding off the walls of her brain. Another groan, and although her eyes are closed she feels around the bed, looking for something or rather someone. Another giggle echoes in her head, and Dahyun has to adjust her eyes, taking in the empty white sheets around her.

Mmmm, actually this breeze feels nice. But, where is she???

She turns back over, and her head hurts, it aches terribly, but she wants you first. You’re sitting next to the same damn window that woke her up, in a plain white tee and a pair of light gray sweatpants. Criss-cross on a large beanbag, work laptop on your lap, with your reading glass on. You tilt your head at her, waiting for her to come to her senses, even if it was just a little bit.

Shit that’s hot for no reason. Say something, c’mon, say something.

“Good Morning” Dahyun mumbles, more like grumbles, into silence, this time you hold back your laugh, biting your lip. Getting up and walking towards her, you softly run your hand through her tangled hair. Dahyun leans closer towards the touch.

“Good morning to you too,” you whisper softly, “even if it’s four in the afternoon”. Dahyun huffs, closing her eyes to bear the pain grunting as you help her sit up against the headboard. You place a glass of water against her lips, and then hand her some painkillers. Dahyun’s eyes furrow, she swallowed the pills with difficulty, tilting her head back felt horrible and when she did it felt like her brain moved in her head, worsening this already unbearable ache.

Never drinking again, ever. Not happening, no matter what. But this treatment is to die for… a pretty girl, with pretty hair, n pretty eyes, my pretty-

“I know baby, it aches, but you did such a good job,” you praise her and leave a quick kiss on her cheek. She smiles, almost in bliss, she thinks that if she gets enough kisses from you, you’d be able to cure this horrible hangover.

More please, kiss me more, praise me more. M’like it, more please.

“I’ll get you something to eat, be right back,” you assure her before stepping out of the room.

nooooo come baaaack

And you do, holding a bowl of warm Miso soup, you sit on the edge of the bed, you mix the soup with the spoon, before lifting it up to feed Dahyun. The girl blushes, and she lifts her hand, “It’s okay, you don’t have to feed me”. You smile, your eyes pointing towards her lifted hand, it’s shaking, “oh”. And Dahyun quickly puts her hand back down, her blush reaching her ears.

That was so fucking embarrassing.

“You’re cute,” you mumble, feeding her. Dahyun has to grip the sheets to brace herself.

No u.

“Where did you order the soup from anyway?” Dahyun tries to make light conversation, but your sudden frown makes her want to bury herself. “Doesn’t taste good enough?”

Fuck Dahyun, you desperate gay freak! You made her sad!

“S-sorry! It’s just really good! Like the best soup I’ve ever had! Literally at the top of my list now! Just wanted to know where you got it cuz it’s that good-” Dahyun truthfully rambles. You blush, looking away, a soft smile on your lips as you tug a piece of hair behind your ears. It’s like Dahyun is falling more in love with each passing second. “I made it myself, actually; I’m glad you like it,” Dahyun beams.

Dahyun, you smart bitch!

#twice x reader #twice imagines #twice #dahyun #dahyun imagines #dahyun x reader #twice imagine #twice dahyun

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spoonsock · 1 year

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Show me love pt.1

Part 2

Gwen Stacy x fem! Reader

No Spider-woman AU!!

This is basically a retelling of the movie “Show me love (1998)” or “Fucking Åmål (1998)”, I just switched the characters but the plot is practically the same. I only kept Jessica’s name from the movie, I gave the rest of the characters other names. I definitely recommend watching the movie! I also recommend reading the synopsis for it before reading this but it’s not necessary to watch the movie to read this.

This is all soooo chaotic but tbh the whole movie is chaotic so don’t blame me if you simply don’t understand some parts because honestly neither do I🤷‍♀️

Considering that this will only cover up like the first part of the movie, I’ll write a part two and possibly a part three, but only if this gets some attention, which I doubt cuz it’s awfully written but still please lmk if you want me to write the rest 😭🙏

Synopsis: After the death of her best friend, Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy doesn’t do friends. She’s sad and a loner, the quiet, weird girl who sits alone at lunch. But she’s also secretly in love with the popular, beautiful and upbeat Y/N, who yearns for an interesting life.

Warnings: homophobia, underage drinking, mentions of (underage) drug use, has some angsty parts, OOC Gwen, reader and the rest of the characters do not really know how lesbianism works, all the characters are dumb little teenagers don’t expect much maturity in this, not proofread whoops, also wrote this when I was sleep deprived so I guess most of it doesn’t make sense

“Happy birthday to youuuu! Happy birthday to youuu!”

Those were the first words she heard when she woke up. Groaning, she opened up her eyes and sat up straight, smiling at the sight of her dad holding a delicious looking cake in front of her.

“Happy birthday dear Gwen, happy birthday to you”, he sang as she grinned up at him and blew the candles on the cake. “Thanks dad”

He sat down next to her when she noticed he was holding some papers in his hands, aside from the cake. “What’s that?” Gwen asked as he handed her the papers. Birthday invitations. Her smile turned into a frown as she gave him a disapproving look.

“Dad-“ “Before you say anything, please, just consider”, he interrupted her, already knowing what she was going to say. He knew she wasn’t the most social person, especially after the death of her friend, her best friend, Peter Parker. He knew she didn’t have anyone aside from him. Not even the girls from the band she used to be in, before she gave up on that too. But then she lost him, and he saw her whole world fall apart. He watched her lose interest in everything that used to make her happy. He watched her lose her spark. And it pained him so much. But he hoped that maybe, all she needs is a little push. She can’t be alone her whole life. So, a party, he thought, couldn’t be a bad idea.

She looked at him, then down at the invitations, and then back to him. “Dad, I don’t have who to give them to”.

“Honey, you have to find some friends. I know it’s hard after Peter’s de-“ Gwen tensed up at the mention of his name and suddenly moved around on her bed to get up, making the cake almost fall down and smudge everywhere. “Fine, I’ll give them out!”, she rolled her eyes before getting up to get ready for school. “Gwen, you don’t have t-“, he was interrupted once again by the aggressive slamming of the door. The cop sighed sadly.

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To say that you never had the best relationship with your sister would be an understatement. Sometimes, even the smallest, pettiest things she did would absolutely infuriate you. Today on the repertoire of shit she did that pissed you off was taking the last of the chocolate milk.

“I HATE YOU” you screamed as you poured the containing of her cup right onto her head. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??!” She yelled as she grabbed on your hair and threw you on the floor. You kicked and trashed around as your poor mother came in asking what what the hell is happening. “YOU CAN ASK Y/N”, said your sister, Jessica, as she ran out of the kitchen.

“I don’t understand, I am so tired of this! I’ve been working all night!” Your mother said, as you looked down in shame. “Sorry. We didn’t mean to wake you up”

She sighed, “What was it this time?”

“She took the last of the chocolate milk” you answered quietly, feeling guilty. “She took the last of the chocolate milk?” She repeated, disbelief in her voice. You nodded and started swiping the spilled milk off of the floor with a piece of paper with your foot.

You got ready and exited the house, about to make your way to school, when you saw a guy with a moped who you recognized as Jonah.

“Hi”, he said. “Hi, you live here?”. “No, just had to do something here. You want a ride? You can take the helmet” he offered but you rejected, claiming you’ll walk and hoping he’ll leave you alone.

“You coming to Christian’s tonight?”. “Maybe”, you replied while still heading off. You heard him mumble something but ignored it.

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Taking out the stuff from her locker, Gwen saw a classmate she acquainted sometimes. She remembered the party invitations before deciding, fuck it, she’ll try. So she went up to the girl in the wheelchair, who’s name was Marie, and gave her the invitation. “Here”, she said, “I’m having a party apparently”. Thanks” replied the girl.

“You? Having a party?”, asked one of the mean, popular girls, who’s name Gwen didn’t know and frankly didn’t want to know. “No”, she said quickly and tried to stop the girl from taking the invitation from Marie, but she wasn’t fast enough. The bitch took the card and started teasing Gwen, but she grabbed the invitation back and shooed her off. She was about to go back to her locker when she heard a certain voice. Your voice.

“Jessica, I’m so sorry, I’m such a fool. I promise to never spill chocolate milk on you”, you hugged your sister tightly and continued to apologize, feeling genuinely sorry. Gwen didn’t know what it was about you that made her like you. She wrote songs about you, she wrote about you in her diary, she dreamed of you and all that stupid shit. It made her so confused. You had a reputation of being with so many guys, it didn’t make sense to her as to why she was so attracted to you of all people. But it is what it is, and she continued to stare at you as you talked to your sister.

In class, she wrote your name over and over in her notebook, drawing stars and hearts around it, while you were bored to death in another classroom, not even attempting to listen to what the teacher was droning on about.

During lunch, you sat with your “friends” and talked about how you wanna go to a rave or something, complaining about how bored you are, unaware of the certain blonde staring at you, sitting a few tables away, next to Marie. “You are so boring!”, you exclaimed to no one in particular before laying your head on the table.

“We could go to Gwen’s party”, one of your associates, the very girl who teased Gwen just a few hours ago, mentioned. You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion. “Which Gwen?”

“Gwen, aren’t you having a party?”, the girl turned to Gwen and sneered at her, while she tried not to listen to the bitch.

“Everything is so boring! I hate my life!”, you cried out, ignoring whatever was happening around you.

“Gwen!”, the mean girl continued yelling at the blonde as she got up. “Gwen, we’ll come to the party!”. Gwen flipped her off and ran out of the cafeteria. You didn’t bother to raise your head even when the other girls from your table started yelling at the blonde.

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“Mum, it isn’t a rave, it’s just a normal party!”, Jessica tried explaining to your mother, who caught you both in the lift while you were half naked. To elaborate, you have no mirror in your house so to see what you look like you have to use the mirror in the escalator. You were getting ready to go to Christian’s, you took off your pants in the lift, looking at yourself in the mirror, waiting for Jessica, who you told to bring you your skirt, but she forgot, and as the two of you were arguing in the lift, the door of it opens and reveals your mother who sees you hiding behind your sister in a tank top and underwear and throws a tantrum, saying you can’t go out.

“You can stay here together and have fun, while I’m at work. I bought chips and soft drinks”

“Well done, Y/N. Welcome home”, your sister says sarcastically making you roll your eyes.

The moment your mother leaves you start rummaging through the medicine cabinet, complaining how you wanna do drugs. “None of those will do anything”, Jessica retorts making you pout and spit out the random pill you put in your mouth. “I’ll do something else then. I’ll fall in love”, “I thought you already were. With that Italian guy?”, “He wasn’t Italian. Maybe Bosnian. Whatever. I’m not in love with him”, you speak as you lay your head on your sisters lap when suddenly the phone rings. Jessica answers and says it’s the guy you saw this morning, Jonah. “He wants to know if you’re coming to Christian’s. He’s in love with you.” You make a sour face. “Ugh!” You groan. “What? I thought you wanted to fall in love?”, “Not with Jonah Hult! There’s no way I’m going to Christian’s now. I’d rather go to Gwen’s”

Your sister turns to you with wide eyes, “To Gwen’s? Are you braindead or what?” You throw a hairbrush at her. “What if there’s nice guys there?”, “At Gwen’s?”, your sister asks again. “Might be! Please!!” You give her your best puppy eyes and she looks at you before tsking “Fine, fine”. You squeal in happiness and kiss her cheeks.

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Gwen and her dad sit in their living room in an awkward silence.

“No one’s coming dad, let’s just eat”. “Have some patience Gwen”, he tries lightening her up. Soon enough the doorbell rings and it’s Gwen’s classmate, Marie. Chief Stacy helps her with her wheelchair and they all sit together in the living room. Gwen opens up the present Marie got her, a bottle of perfume, before saying how she can’t accept it. Something snaps inside her before she yells at Marie, calling her a crippled idiot and saying how she never even wanted to be her friend, while her dad tries to stop her. Marie goes home and Gwen storms to her room. Her dad tries to comfort her while she cries and yells at him, about how she has no friends, about Peter’s death, about something being wrong with her, about wanting to die. She lays there as chief rubs her back not knowing what to do or to say, then finally proposing to go eat the special dinner he prepared for her party when she calms down.

They eat peacefully until the doorbell rings again and Gwen shakes her head, telling her dad to not let in whoever’s there. He tells her to put away the dishes while he tells off the people who came. Gwen does as told then goes to the bathroom to wash her face. Her eyes are puffy and red from crying and she looks like a mess. She hasn’t looked this bas since Peter’s death.

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You ring the doorbell a couple of times. No one answers and Jessica urges you to leave it, until the door opens and, the person you suppose is Gwen’s father, let’s you in. He gives you some wine and tells you to wait in Gwen’s room so you go up there. You fill up your two glasses with wine and clink them together while looking around the room. It’s filled with posters on the walls, there are many cds and books on the bookshelf, and there is a drum kit in the very middle of it all.

“What party is this? Are we the only ones?”, your sister asks you and you shrug. “Why complain, Jess? We’ve got wine and everything”, you smile at her. “Yes but like…….Okay, we’ll drink the wine and leave”, “Deal”, you say as you continue to sip on it happily.

Unbeknownst to you, Gwen gets out of the bathroom to see her dad sitting on the couch, watching the TV. “Wasn’t someone there?”, she asks. “Yes, but they weren’t hungry so I gave them some wine and sent them to your room”. Confusion arises in her “And who was it?”. “Y/N and Jessica”. At the mention of your name, panic wakes in Gwen.

Meanwhile, in her room, you see some notebooks sprawled across her work table so you rummage a bit through them, but one of them falls down and opens on the floor, giving you access to what’s inside and the contents of it do surprise you. Inside of it are written poems and you can tell they’re beautiful even though you don’t get to read them fully because you suddenly hear the door knob shuffling. But whoever is trying to enter is unable. “What the-, open the door!”, you hear from the outside.

“Did you lock the goddamn door?”, you turn to Jessica but she just gives you a look and starts giggling. She runs to the door, “I’m just ummmm….I’m just-I’m just changing!”, she tells Gwen on the other side and you accidentally let out a loud chuckle. “You’ve got a skirt on!”, you whisper-yell at her while still trying not to laugh. Gwen sighs and leans on the door, waiting for you to finish changing, apparently.

“Have you heard she’s a lesbian?”, Jessica asks you. “What! Really?”, you reply and your sister makes gagging noises saying how that’s gross.

The wine made you a little tipsy and you don’t think it through before you start speaking to the door.

“Gwen, is it true that you-“, Jessica quickly covers your mouth while giggling her ass of with you.

“Aren’t you done yet?”, comes from the other side of the door and Jessica tells her you guys will be finished in a second.

“I think it’s cool”, you say and receive a blank stare from your sister. “Cool? Are you serious?”, “Yeah. I’m gonna be one too when I grow up”. “Come on”, your sister tsks at you.

“Open up now!”, Gwen yells and you turn to Jessica. “Let her in, she’s nice”

“If she’s so nice, go out and neck her then, Y/N”, she challenges you and you chuckle.

“Okay. And what do I get if I do?”, “If you do what?”, “If I neck her.”, “You’ll get AIDS probably”, your sister says matter of factly.

“If I kiss her, will you give me 100 bucks?”, she laughs and your request and offers 20 bucks, to which you agree and tell her she’ll have to leave.

“You won’t dare to do it, though”, she sneers and you whisper bet to her as you unlock the door and let the blonde in and your sister out. She doesn’t even acknowledge Gwen as she leaves the two of you alone in the room.

“Hi”, you tell her and she says hi back while picking up the notebook from the floor and putting it away. She leans on her worktable and avoids eye contact with you while you intently stare at her. The wine made your vision just a tad bit blurry, but even through clouded eyes you still admire the blonde’s beauty.

“Why can’t you sit over here?”, you ask referring to her bed on which you are sitting. “Why, what for?”, she asks back with suspicion laced in her voice. “There’s something I wanna tell you”, you answer knowing damn well you ain’t got nothing to say, you just want the 20 bucks.

“Can’t you just say it?”, she crosses her arms and you look around, catching Jessica’s eyes. She’s in front of the room watching you through the crack of the slightly opened door. You try not to smile when you see her and put a fake pout on your face. “I-I just don’t want Jessica to hear it”, you fake out a stutter, inwardly laughing at how stupid you sound.

She looks at you for a second before mumbling a fine and sitting next to you. “It’s just that”, you move closer to her. “You’re so pretty”, her eyes widen slightly when you say that but before she can react, you grab her face and kiss her passionately. She finally starts returning the kiss as the butterflies erupt in her stomach but you accidentally catch Jessica’s stare again and suddenly break contact with Gwen and run out of the room. Your sister grabs your hand, “Jesus, Y/N, you’re insane! That’s is so disgusting!”, she laughs as you two leave the house and run as far as you can, leaving Gwen in her room to process what just happened.

You kissed her. Y/N kisses her. But then you ran away. Your laughter and Jessica’s words suddenly echo in her mind. “That is so disgusting!” All the butterflies disappear from her tummy and that awful feeling in settles in her gut. She feels…humiliated. She guesses you probably ran of to all of your stupid bitch friends to tell them how you kissed Gwen and how stupid she probably looked.

Tears appeared in her eyes. She wanted to scream and to yell and to beat you the fuck up for making a fool out of her. But you were God knows where laughing and making fun of her. Gwen laid down on her bed and let out all of her tears, as if she hasn’t cried enough already tonight. This was the worst birthday ever.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO CUZ I AIN’T WRITING THAT FOR NO ONE!

I’m impulsively posting this and I’ll regret it in the morning.

#gwen stacy x reader #spider gwen #spider gwen x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #spider woman #into the spider verse #show me love #spider man #reader insert #no spider woman sry #ooc gwen #she’s basically not even gwen lmao #but i’m literally just following the script of the characters in the movie sooo #fem reader #this is bullshit

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blowmyloadd · 2 months

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| MLP HEADCANNONS

contains: sexualities, ships (don't come at me just my opinion), random stuff, rivalries (don't come at me just what i think)

notes: this is my first post and i literally don't know how to use any of the tools so help a girl out🙏🙏. also me and my cousins have been OBSESSED with mlp lately and i wrote these at 2am so there might be some typos. these may be inaccurate cuz im just going off of when i watched the show at 8 yrs old (i know i should watch the show, just keep forgetting LMAO). so ya enjoy these lmk if you want more!!!!:)

twilight:

- [👾] is bisexual, she prefers girls because they're less "slobby" but if she met a well groomed guy then she would consider it

- [👾] is def on booktok but doesn't recommend or read "spicy" books

- [👾]she smells like a fresh book

- [👾] has like a million hair products but only uses like 2

- [👾] def wears clean girl makeup

- [👾] she hates apple jacks and dashes way of life but she puts that hatred aside for her friends

- [👾] she likes to say she's an independent woman but if she has to do yard work (other than gardening) she would literally disintegrate

- [👾] she hates getting dirty and takes 2 showers a day

- [👾] she always smells applejack and rainbow dash (HEAVY ON DASH) and thinks they smell like bounce that ass (pls get the refrence) but never tells them anything

-[👾] her and rarity are the duo that talks shit about everyone else

- [👾] she has reading glasses

- [👾] is a swiftie and her favorite era is reputation (she thinks she's such a bad boy for liking it)

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rarity:

- [💎] straighter than a ruler

- [💎] if she ever meets a gay girl she always says "well don't get a crush on me!!😂😂"

- [💎] is literally so stuck up omg

- [💎] she also is very clean and takes 2 showers a day

- [💎] doesn't listen to music but if she does it's ether taylor swift or classical music

- [💎] she hates how dirty dash and apple jack are and talks about it to twilight

- [💎] she secretly hates rainbow dash cuz she gets more attention that her

- [💎] attention whore

- [💎] IS racist but literally doesn't know/passive aggressive about it. like she would order fried chicken for her black friend without warning

- [💎] has a million different smell good products and uses them ALL

- [💎] smells like roses

- [💎] def wears heavy eyeshadow and red lipstick

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rainbowdash:

- [🌈] is a lesbian but denies it

- [🌈] gets ALL the hoes

- [🌈] listens to rap and dad rock

- [🌈] she gets flustered when girls hit on her but she acts like she's not interested

- [🌈] def the most woke person (other than pinkie pie)

- [🌈] her and apple jack are like 🤞

- [🌈] is not ashamed to speak up for herself when they get her order wrong at a restaurant

- [🌈] is SOOOO competitive

- [🌈] helps apple jack at the farm a lot

- [🌈] thinks fluttershy is a pussy and hates that she speaks so low (THIS SOUNDS SO MEAN WHAT WAS 2AM ME ON??😭😭)

- [🌈] doesn't get the concept of being afraid, having anxiety, or being jealous

- [🌈] if anyone starts talking bad about themselves in front of her she starts agreeing with them and reveals all of the things she hates about that person

- [🌈] is so brutally honest it hurts

- [🌈] sleeps with a stuffed animal and hides it if anyone comes over

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applejack:

- [🌾] sometimes kisses her parents on the mouth and all the rest of the ponies are like 😨

- [🌾] LESBIAN 100%

- [🌾] emabraces the fact that she's a girl kisser and sees no wrong in it

- [🌾] is literally so aggressive all the younger ponies are TERRIFIED of her

- [🌾] her sister (or sisters idk how many siblings she has) keeps trying to convince the other kids that apple jack is actually a sweetie pie

- [🌾] apple jack tries to win over the children by buying and making them things but always ends up making them scared again

- [🌾] has a crush on rainbowdash but doesn't tell her because she doesn't know if she's 🏳️‍🌈 or not

- [🌾] if she knew dash was a girl kisser she would def tell dash she liked her

- [🌾] her and her brother are so close like it's crazy

- [🌾] when she was little she accidentally choked on an entire apple and was rushed to the hospital. she had a fear of apples for like 5 years after that

- [🌾] knows that twilight and rarity talk shit about the other ponies and hints to them that she knows

- [🌾] is literally a heart throb for all the girl kisser ponies in pony land

- [🌾] all apple jack has to do is address to another girl as "ma'am" and the girl is already pregnant (past me what was you on!!😟)

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pinkie pie:

- [🎈] is so into raves

- [🎈] has tried coke, heroin, shrooms, and literally everything else

- [🎈] has been caught drinking by the other ponies and had no shame in it

- [🎈] has been in rehab

- [🎈] would 100% be one of the most aggressive ponies (apple jack and rainbow dash being the most aggressive)

- [🎈] plans EVERY SINGLE party, funeral, if it involves planning pinkie pie is ON IT!!

- [🎈]def pansexual, has no preference

- [🎈] doesn't do anything to her hair, thinks it's a waste of time.

- [🎈] for that reason her hair is always frizzy and or tangled, rarity is REPULSED by it

- [🎈] pinkie pie thinks her and rarity are best friends and rarity plays along and tries so hard not to laugh at her

- [🎈] if pinkie pie ever found out rarity and twilight were talking smack she would smack them into oblivion

- [🎈] if anyone was messing with ANYPONY in her vicinity she would roast the living hell out of them, like they would need medical help after.

- [🎈] listens to scene, hyper pop, 2000s, normally but when she's sad she listens to mitski. only mitski.

- [🎈] smells like candy, like sometimes it's intoxicating how sweet she smells

- [🎈] has a crazy side to her, not like in a millennial way but in a "i'll rock your ass and make you bite the curb if you talk shit about me"

- [🎈] goes to raves and concerts with rainbowdash on the daily

- [🎈] has once tried to hug twilight by jumping on top of her and twilight punched her. she had her teeth knocked out of her skull. not literally but twilight punched her pretty hard

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fluttershy: (why isn't there any yellow omg)

- [🦢] is literally such a sweetheart but it makes dash mad at how slow and low she talks

- [🦢] has tried to tame a tiger but it didn't like her for some reason and almost got killed (apple jack saved her)

- [🦢] she thinks every pony and every animal likes her but everyone's just nice to her because she doesn't know any better (WHAT THE HELL LMFAO)

- [🦢] 100% has autism

- [🦢] listens to laufey, mitski, lana, clairo, and girl in red while painting or some corny ass shit like that

- [🦢] sings to the birds every morning and dash holds back the urge to hit her

- [🦢] apple jack quite enjoys fluttershys early singing because it gets her up in the morning

- [🦢] goes to sleep with all her stuffed animals on her bed and wakes up with all of them and the blanket on the floor, she doesn't know how.

- [🦢] walks (or struts or whatever the horse version is) outside and all the birds and animals immediately latch onto her

- [🦢] rainbow dash DESPISES her but has literally no reason to (me too girl) (ifykyk)

- [🦢] her room is so coquette its crazy

- [🦢] smells like vanilla and coconut

- [🦢] is a lesbian and like FULLY fem

- [🦢] once she tried to help apple jack on the farm and ended up getting one of her wings caught under a pile of hay (somehow)

- [🦢] when someone falls in front of dash applejack, and fluttershy, rainbow dash and apple jack start laughing but fluttershy cusses them out and helps the person up. (dash and applejack are left speechless by this)

- [🦢] so has a crush on rainbowdash

- [🦢] loves everything pink

- [🦢] her wallpaper on her phone is her favorite animal (she hides it from the other animals worried they might think she picks favorites) (she absolutely does)

- [🦢] when someone litters she picks up the trash and hands it back to the person

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i reread these before editing them and omg what was i on😭 i had to delete like 5 of these cuz they were absolutely ABSURD

but omg lmk if you want more and give me your thoughts on these i would love to hear them

OK BYEBYEBYE🫀🫀

#mlp #rainbow dash #apple jack #twilight sparkles #rarity #fluttershy #headcannons #first post #my little pony #yes purr

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Sweet surrender

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5.1k

This is the final installment of the ''Insomnia'' series. The full masterlist, complete with release dates, you can find here . Masterlist with all my works, you can find here.

Summary: You and Wanda had been together for a few months now, but there were things she hadn't yet told you. Things she desperately wanted, but she was too afraid to speak. Now that she has, she's not afraid to show you just how much you mean to her.

Warning: NSFW, but it has some fluff and cuteness. Smut 18+, lesbian relationship, fingering, oral, Mommy!Kink, some teasing, so much love, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader

On Sunday morning you woke up to the feeling of Wanda’s arm draped over your body. She had propped herself up on one elbow and watched you sleep peacefully, thinking of the events of the previous days. Last night had been filled with emotion and exploration and she gladly took the time to think it all through. You tried a lot of new things together and took the time to discuss them after each session, sharing how they made you feel, what you liked, what left the strongest impressions and the things you wanted to try again. Wanda’s approach was always calm and comforting, reassuring you that you didn’t have to do anything that doesn’t feel good to you, always checking in that you felt safe and appreciated, creating an environment where you felt confident to share and to be honest, without fear of pressure and animosity or tension between the two of you. She was the most honest partner you’d ever had and she invited the same attitude from you, so when she told you that she loved you, you’d felt eager to tell her that you felt the same way. Wanda’s heart warmed when she heard you say that you love her. She was so happy to know that you were in the same place emotionally and so glad that she had started the process of sharing herself with you in every way she knew how. Your relationship was growing much stronger, far more stable than any other she’d had. It was certainly the happiest she’d ever been and she knew without a doubt that she’d never let you go, never let anything or anyone take you away from her. She felt so much closer to you, so much more confident in herself, knowing that you shared her feelings, that you found appreciation for her desires, that you enjoyed all the nuances of your relationship with her. She felt that in you, she had found her match and she wanted to show you how much you mean to her. She knew that she had put you through quite a lot in the past few days, both emotionally and physically and she wanted to give you a calmer, more relaxing day, so the two of you could bond more, so remembering your protest from the previous day, this time she stayed in bed, keeping you close and admiring you, watching you blink away the sleepiness and meet her eyes with a smile on your face. “Good morning, Wanda.” You murmured, rubbing your eyes a little and pulling yourself closer to her, so you can soak in her warmth. Getting to feel her soft skin, to touch her, to be close to her, was a comfort to the both of you and she happily pulled you in, nuzzling her face in your neck. “Good morning, darling.” She whispered playfully. “How long have you been watching me?” You asked, taking a look at the clock on your phone screen with a little surprise in your voice. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” “Because it’s the weekend, because you had a long day yesterday and I wanted to let you sleep and because I love you.” She explained, placing soft kisses over your neck after each reason she gave. “Do I need more of a reason than that?” You tried to answer her with something witty, but your brain could only focus on the memory of last night, of the feeling of her hands around you, of her presence and her warmth, of her gentle voice as she told you that she loves you and it was just so wonderful and beautiful that only one thing came to mind. “Nope’’ You laughed. “You can use that reason for anything.” “Good.” Wanda smiled, pulling away enough, to kiss your lips softly. “Then I’m going to use that reason to go make us coffee and you’ll just stay right here.” She explained, kissing you again and getting out of bed. “Don’t you move from that spot.” She reminded, as she walked out the door and descended the stairs. With a sigh, you settled more comfortably on the bed, pulling the covers more securely around you and nuzzling your pillow, distant thoughts of Wanda pleasantly filling your head as you waited. You couldn’t help but feel blessed to have found yourself with someone like her. Wanting to show her how much she meant to you, you used the time alone to order a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to her office the next day, adding a sweet card for her, signed in your initials and you managed to put your phone down seconds before she walked in. The two of you had your coffee in bed, sharing a pleasant conversation and making plans for the day. You offered to go to her favourite bakery, so she wouldn’t have to make anything to eat, wanting her to enjoy her weekend as well. With a smile she agreed and the two of you got dressed, taking the longer rout to the bakery, so you’d have a walk and you sat at a table near the windows. You ordered some croissants and muffins that the two of you shared, all the while talking about the things you wanted to do, the places the two of you wanted to visit or to show each-other. It was truly blissful to be next to the woman you loved and you soaked in her presence, always making sure to stay close, or hold her hand, a reassuring gesture you knew Wanda appreciated. After your meal you went to the store, stocking up the fridge with anything you might need for the upcoming week, all the while picking things both of you liked. When you knew that the most important things had been done, you went to get some ice-cream, walking in the park and calmly enjoying the nature that surrounded you. “Would you like some of mine?” Wanda offered you her cone. “Or are you in the stealing business again?” She teased with a gentle smile. “I’ll share, if you would.” You suggested, vividly remembering the previous afternoon and not wanting to have to lose to Wanda yet again. “Good girl.” Wanda smiled, letting you have some of ice-cream and trying yours, before continuing with your walk, hand in hand. The pleasant afternoon continued back in her house. The two of you put a picnic blanket on the grass and laid in the sun together. She played with your hair, while you talked, you read to her from the book the two of you started, you kissed and laughed, watching the hours fly by. There was nothing more pleasant than spending your time with her. Nothing in the world you wanted more. “We should get inside, dear.” Wanda suggested. The sun had started to go down and the chill in the air made you shiver. “We can get started on dinner.” “Depends on what we’ll be having for dinner.” You smiled, snuggling up to her more, so you can enjoy her warmth. “Anything you want, my darling.” She laughed, embracing you sweetly. “Anything at all.” You spent a few minutes more discussing your dinner options and preferences, eventually settling on lasagne and you reluctantly got inside. You helped Wanda prepare the food, sometimes anticipating what she might need and sometimes letting her tell you what to do next, loving to just be in her presence. She was always so at ease, when she was cooking and you effortlessly followed her lead. Sometimes all you did was hug her from behind, hearing Wanda hum in contentment. She just wanted you close. She wasn’t even sure when she got so dependent, so addicted to your proximity, to your touch, to your arms wrapped around her… She just knew she couldn’t imagine ever going back to a life without you. Such a thing was unthinkable and she was so happy that despite the little time the two of you knew each-other for, she felt certain that you felt the same way about her. When you left the lasagne in the oven, the two of you played a movie, watching contently and drinking some wine. You were laying in her lap, while she played with your hair, watching the story unfold and feeling so content, that you didn’t even want to let her get up to get the food. Of course, the only protest coming from you was a whine that quickly died down, when Wanda reassured you that she’d bring the food to the couch, letting you continue to snuggle her as best you could while the two of you ate. Ever since the two of you got inside the house, she had worked on relaxing you, on getting you more pliant and obedient for her and it was working perfectly. The wine had you feeling buzzed and a little fuzzy, her gentle hands helping you and guiding you to fully let go, until you were like putty. You were perfect like this. Soft and compliant and so eager for anything she was willing to give you. Wanda had sparked a fire within you, a desire to be touched by her, to be caressed, to have her explore you and take you in all the ways that only she could. By the time the finishing credits rolled, it wasn’t your girlfriend that was holding you, but your Mommy and she was admiring you with shameless desire in her eyes. “Look at you… You’re so pretty.” She murmured as she ran lazy circles on the exposed skin of your forearms. “You’re such a sweet girl, darling.” She kept on her soft words, pulling you up enough to kiss you briefly. “You have no idea what you do to me.” She told you, although, she was talking more to herself, her eyes fixed on yours. Truthfully, her heart could explode with love for you. She felt so much adoration, so much pure affection, that she could hardly find the right words for it, had she felt brave enough to try and tell you. But she was always better at showing her feelings than she was at speaking about them, so she guided you up and off the couch, letting you hold on to her hand as she lead the way up the stairs and into her bedroom. Maybe she couldn’t say how much she cared for you, but she was determined to let you know in every other way she could. In the dimly lit room, Wanda left you for just a moment, before she started to undress you slowly, allowing her hands to run over your naked body and to caress you, taking her time to feel and kiss every curve and valley, every place you felt insecure about, until goosebumps rose on your skin every time her lips so much as hovered over you. She let you do the same, watching attentive fingers soothe her insecurities away and shuddering with every small kiss that graced her eager body. When you were both bare, she pulled you into the bathroom, stopping the cascading water that she had started earlier, when she left you, and guiding you inside. She allowed herself to indulge in all the ways she wanted to take care of you. She let you pick out a bath bomb and soak until the water started to run cold, just running her hands over your body and humming a sweet tune that had you melting in her arms, before she started to wash your hair for you. She massaged your scalp softly, before she washed away the shampoo and put on some conditioner, allowing it to do its job while she lathered your body with shower gel, not letting a single place remain untouched. By the time she was done and you tried to return the favour, you were so weightless and floaty that she easily pushed your hands away, quickly washing herself and getting both your towels, wrapping you up in the warm robe, before putting hers on guiding you into the bedroom. Wanda watched with delight as you let her dry you off, leaning on her happily and she quickly put you on the bed, having you laying on your stomach. She dried herself off hurriedly, taking out some scented candles that she lit around the room, before she joined you on the bed, holding a bottle of massage oil. Her touch could only be described as divine and you could hardly contain your moans as her fingers started to relax your muscles and to melt away any residual tension you had. Truth be told, by the time she started massaging you, there was no tension inside you. You were boneless and blissed out and every little touch of her hands simply made you more needy and more eager for her talented hands to finally touch you in the places you needed her most. The same places she so obliviously ignored, making you grow desperate for some real attention. After she had you turn around and lay on your back, you thought that she would finally give you what she must have known you needed, but she completely ignored all the subtle signs you gave her. She massaged your arms first, paying attention to every spot from your shoulders to your fingers, moving on to massaging your chest, her skilled hands avoiding your breasts and your perky nipples, only to continue on to your thighs, having you spread your legs a little, so she could run her hands up and down each one in teasing motions. It was oh so lovely, yet so teasingly unsatisfying, so unbelievably far away from where you needed her most. “Oh sweetheart.” She almost gasped with fake concern, when her eyes finally stopped on your exposed pussy. “You’re just soaked.” She whispered, watching with fascination as her fingers quickly got covered in your juices when they traced your opening. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling so needy?” She asked, forcing herself to look at your face, loving the way your expressions changed with every little touch. She could see so many thoughts just pushing to the surface, yet no words actually came out of you and she cooed at you, a gentle, loving smile now permanently plastered on her face. “Do you need me to make it better, baby?” She asked, not really expecting an answer. You only nodded for her, your thighs canting up to meet her fingers, making her retract her hand and giving you a look that would have been stern if you didn’t see the mischief behind it. “Go on, sweet girl. Use your words for me. I know you can do it.” She encouraged. “Just tell me what you need.” “I need…” You tried to speak, but the words got caught in your throat for a moment. “I need you to touch me, please.” You finally said, your eyes pleading. “But that’s what I’ve been doing this whole time, baby girl. I’ve been touching you for hours.” Wanda feigned ignorance, watching you squirm. “No, please…” You almost whined, trying to explain and finding it so hard to say what you actually wanted. “Where should I be touching you, sweet girl?” Wanda asked softly, loving the little game she was playing with you, yet incapable of torturing you, when she knew you were being so vulnerable and pliant for her. You were her weakness and she was entirely incapable of denying you a single thing, especially not when she had you this way and she fought all her instincts not to give in as soon as you gave her a pleading look. “Please…” You tried again, your breathing heavy as you watched her fingers run up and down the inside of your thigh, getting so close to where you really needed her, before pulling away. You were trying to formulate the right words, trying to give her what she wanted, but your mind was stuck, screaming “Mommy” on a loop and making you forget anything else that you were meant to say to her. “Can’t speak, honey?” She asked coyly, her fingers dipping into your opening and going up, brushing over your clit and smearing some of your wetness there, before she moved away. “I’ll just have to guess where you want me then.” She decided with an amused expression, climbing up your body and settling over you. She could feel her own wetness growing, her pussy throbbing uncomfortably and begging for attention, but she ignored it, straddling you and claiming your lips in a fiery kiss. Wanda kissed you like that for several long minutes, sometimes grinding against your stomach and feeling the wet spot she left there, enjoying your soft moans and the tender way your hands held on to her as she teased you. “Is this where you wanted me?” She asked softly, knowing that she wouldn’t really receive an answer from you and not really needing one. She just liked teasing you this way. “Perhaps you want me to pay more attention to your neck…” She muttered out loud, when your mouth opened and closed, without a single sound. Continuing her little game, Wanda leaned down, removing the strands of hair that were in her way, before she started to place soft kisses up and down your neck. She traced the skin with her tongue hungrily and she bit down on your sensitive spots, eliciting moans and whimpers from you. She even moved one of her legs between yours, providing constant pressure against your pussy, allowing you do grind against her, knowing it will only build you up more and it was working perfectly. You were a desperate mess against her, your wetness now smeared on her leg as well, but she didn’t care at all. In fact, she liked you dirtying her up and leaving the evidence of what she did to you right on her skin. It turned her on even more. “Please!” You begged once more, when even this wasn’t enough and you heard Wanda chuckle above you. “What? That’s not where you wanted me, baby?” She teased, crawling down your body with a smile. “Perhaps you want me to pay some more attention to your pretty breasts then.” She suggested, giving you no time to respond, before she dipped her head and took a nipple into her mouth. Your back arched just at the contact and another moan spilled from your lips. It was so much, it was almost unbearable, yet not enough. Her teasing was driving you crazy and you needed her to take care of you, you needed her to make you feel good… God, you needed her to make you cum and she was taking her sweet time. You might have told her that, if your mind wasn’t completely occupied by the thought of her title, the need to say it, to tell her it’s what you want as well. But you just couldn’t get it out, because you knew that if you did, you’d never stop. So you laid there, helpless and desperate, hoping she’ll have mercy on you. But if you knew one thing about Wanda Maximoff, it was that she would be merciful only when she gets what she wants. And what she wanted was your surrender. Long minutes passed with your thoughts growing blurry and hazy, while she tortured your breasts. She alternated between kissing, nipping, sucking and licking them, each small action sending a jolt of arousal straight to your core. Sometimes she’d sit back and just roll your nipples between her fingers while she watched you. She spoke to you the entire time, her dirty talk pulling groans and whimpers from you. She knew that this was a very emotional moment for you, she could see it all written on your face. You were struggling with what you wanted and she wanted to be understanding, she wanted to give you the time to do it, when you’re ready. A series of gentle pleas fell from your lips when Wanda once again kissed your neck, while her hands massaged you breasts and she looked down at you with lust-filled eyes. “Oh… Is this not where you want me, darling?” She asked with fake pity in her voice. “Perhaps somewhere lower, then?” She mused, watching you nod, your big eyes full of hope and she nodded sympathetically at you. “I suppose I can oblige you.” She agreed, one of her hands sneaking between your bodies and cupping your pussy, while she held herself up with the other. “Here?” “Yes, please…” You moaned from the contact, your hips rising to meet her exploring fingers. “All right then.” Wanda agreed, adjusting herself, so she could straddle one of your thighs, seeking friction against her own needy pussy, as her fingers started to run small circles over your clit. She was unable to resist the temptation any longer. She needed to get herself off and your soft thigh felt wonderful as she started to grind against it, releasing a small moan of her own. She started to build you both up steadily, her fingers moving slowly as she kissed you. You needed her to move faster, needed her inside you… You needed her. The way she was building you up, after such extensive foreplay, the way she was making every touch almost orgasmic on its own, was driving you crazy and you needed to let go. You needed to be allowed to feel good. You needed to cum. “Please!” You begged between kisses, your hands holding Wanda close and refusing to let her go. “Please!” “What do you need, my sweet girl?” She asked with that all-knowing smirk on her face. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You said you wanted to be touched, did you not?” She almost seemed to mock you with her words, with her pretended ignorance, yet her fingers felt so good when they stroked your clit softly. “Please!” You tried again, your voice shaking with all the overwhelming emotions. “You know I can’t give you what you need, unless you tell me what it is, my darling.” Wanda reminded, her pussy still grinding against your thigh, as she circled your clit. It was too much. She had been so caring all day, so doting and soft and full of love for you, she had melted you so entirely that you couldn’t fight against her even if you wanted to. You were entirely at her mercy, so enthralled, so mesmerised by her, so entirely hers that you thought of just letting go completely and letting her do as she pleased with you, despite the unbearable desperation she was causing inside you. You belonged to her… To your Mommy. Body and soul, you were hers and that knowledge somehow both aroused you further and made you want to let her lead, the way she had all this time, because the truth was that she always took care of you in the end. She always made you feel so unbelievably good. In a moment of clarity, you realized you could do both. “Mommy, please!” You whispered against her lips, your words a pleading and sincere surrender. The moment you said that caught Wanda off guard. She was hoping to hear that from you, hoping that it will come from you today, that you would show her that the two of you wanted the same things, that you felt the same way as her and finally having it left her in a daze. Something you could see, and the way her eyes sparkled at the mention of it spurred you on. “Mommy.” You spoke softly, one of your hands cupping her cheek, while the other tangled in her hair, your eyes trained on her and admiring her openly. “Mommy, please I need you.” In a twisted turn of events, it was Wanda that was left speechless, her breathing growing more ragged as she felt a wave of warmth spread over her body at your acceptance. For a moment her movements stuttered and stopped, her face bright with a genuine smile of amazement and love as she took you in. Her perfect girl. Not wanting to ruin the moment and deciding to just give you what you wanted, what she knew you needed so badly, she kissed you deeply, claiming your lips in a possessive kiss, before she started to descend your body, leaving quick pecks across your skin on her way down. Realizing what she was doing and wanting so much more, you suddenly stopped her, your hand cupping her face making her pause and look at you. “Mommy, I want to feel you too. I want to taste you.” You pleaded, biting your lip and looking at her hungrily. “Please, Mommy, I want you in my mouth.” You asked again, when you saw the initial hesitation in her eyes. All it took was for Wanda to process your request, before she was starting to adjust her position, making sure that her thighs would be on either side of your face, while she settled between your legs, looking down at your soaked little pussy. She wanted to admire you like this, since you hadn’t tried this position with her before, but your arms wrapped around her waist and pulling her down to your hungry mouth easily pulled her out of her trance and she lowered her face, swiping her tongue over your clit and feeling you do the same. Both of you moaned just at the taste of the other, but that wonderful feeling of giving pleasure combined with your partner pleasing you, was quickly becoming a new favourite for the two of you. Wanda’s mouth was always so talented, so good at finding the perfect angle, the perfect spot that had you curling your toes in pleasure and you wanted to do the same for her, eagerly lapping at her folds, before taking her clit into your mouth, making the woman above you moan into your pussy and double her efforts. Wanda made a mental note to do this with you more often. She could spend hours between your legs, loving your sweet taste and your delectable moans and the way your body reacted to the way she pleased you. No matter what she did, or how much she put you through, you just took all her teasing and edging, took the times she overstimulated you and overworked your body, took her fingers and her cock and thanked for treating you so well. You just loved being hers. Getting to enjoy you in all the ways she wanted you and to have you eat her out while she’s doing it? She’d never get enough. The more she felt your arms tighten around her waist, the closer she knew you were getting and to your mutual delight, so was she. The shared excitement was building you up, making this so much better than either of you hoped for. “Mommy, I’m close.” You tried to warn her, detaching yourself just long enough to speak, before diving back in. “So am I, baby. We should cum together.” Wanda spoke, her voice hoarse. “Do you want to cum with Mommy?” “Yes! Want to cum with Mommy.” You agreed. You had hoped she would suggest it and the idea of getting to finish together made you even more eager to please her. Refusing to waste any more time, you both focused on the other. You did all the things the other liked, trying to read the signs and synch. Soon, you could feel yourself about to explode and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer. “Mommy, please cum with me!” You moaned, quickly returning to licking her pussy and feeling her clit twitch at your touch. “Yes, baby, cum with Mommy.” She encouraged sweetly and it’s all it took. Your body spasmed as you finally reached the edge, holding on to it for as long as you could, so Wanda would fall over it with you. Your muffled moans, combined with your extra effort helped her let go and the two of you felt the waves of please washing over you, each one holding on to the other and helping her ride out her high in the best way possible. You hadn’t expected that orgasming with your partner could be such a satisfying experience, but as the pleasure took over your senses and overtook your body, the only description that came to your mind was bliss. It was nothing short of spectacular to have Wanda’s taste on the tip of your tongue, her pussy in your mouth, her scent filling your nostrils with each breath you took, her warmth against you as she shook in pleasure, all while you were having one of the best orgasms of your life. When the two of you came down and you slumped against the mattress, Wanda hurried to get off of you, carefully adjusting herself, so she could lie on her side next to you. “Sweetheart, that was a really good idea.” She muttered, her voice filled with amusement. “Thank you, Mommy.” You smiled, looking up at her and snuggling as close to her as you could. Wanda wrapped her arms around you, nuzzling her face in your hair and breathing you in. She knew she should get you both back in the shower, but as she felt your breathing even out and you started to softly run your fingers over her sides, she decided to give in to this moment first. She remembered this morning and all the thoughts that kept running through her head and she knew she was right about all of it. You were perfect. You were the best girlfriend, the best partner she could have asked for, you were her precious girl. “Wanda?” Your voice brought her out of her thoughts and she pulled away enough to be able to look at you. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Thank you for sharing all of this with me.” You said softly, but honestly. “For making these past few days an amazing experience for me. For being so honest, for always being so understanding with me… Thank you for loving me.” You finished, your eyes sparkling. “Oh, sweetheart… Thank you for being so accepting of me.” Wanda leaned down, kissing your lips softly, but fully. “And just so you know… Loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” She said with a smile, claiming your lips once more, knowing that she will never want another woman again. ___________________________________________________________ Well... With this final chapter, the “Insomnia” series is finally complete. I’d love to know what you guys think. Disclaimer: I obviously do not own the picture and take no credit.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maxmoff x y/n #Scarlet Witch #Insomnia #top!wanda #Mommy!Wanda #Mommy Kink #bottom!reader

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veeluvss · 9 months

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✮⋆˙ The perfect present

Day 7 of the 12 days of christmas!!!

Jelle

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Elle is struggling with her finding jj a christmas present

“Jay, what do you want for christmas?” Elle asked for the fifth time that week.

“Elle, I already told you,” JJ laughed and curled herself up in her girlfriend’s arms. “Having you is more than enough.”

Elle groaned and threw her head back. “That’s not a good enough answer. Just tell me something I can buy you.”

“Elle I really don’t need anything.”

“Neither do I but I still want stuff. Tell me what you want,” Elle sighed.

“Elle, I don’t know…” JJ sighed, getting frustrated that her girlfriend was getting frustrated. “Just you.”

“JJ!” Elle groaned. JJ got up from her arms and frowned.

“Why are you so hell bent on getting me something anyway? It’s just a gift.”

“I just want you to be treated like a princess and you’ve got me stuff.”

“I don’t need presents to feel like a princess, Elle. Just don’t get pissed off at me.” She got up and walked away to her bedroom, Elle heard the door close and sighed, knowing she’d messed up.

Later that night, Elle snuck into their shared bedroom and saw JJ fast asleep, looking like an angel in the middle of the bed. She didn’t want to disturb her but there was no room for her to get in without doing so. Instead, she grabbed some warmer pjs, the spare blanket and headed back downstairs to sleep on the sofa. She dreamt about JJ. It wasn’t the nicest dream, being left again because she wasn’t good enough. But at least her love was there, smiling at her sadly.

JJ came down the next morning and sighed seeing Elle asleep on the sofa. She was sad she didn’t sleep with her, she wanted to wake up and cuddle with her girlfriend like they used too. She wanted to be held and not stressed at for not knowing the answers. She sighed and went to make her breakfast, trying to be as quiet as possible before sliding out the door for work.

As soon as Elle woke up, she was back online looking for a present. She wanted it to be perfect, she wanted to make it up to JJ. She knew she’d been a dick lately but that’s because she was scared. Elle was terrified she wasn't good enough for JJ, terrified she wasn’t going to be able to make her happy the way she deserves. She was struggling to understand that she actually was good enough and that a present for christmas wasn’t going to reheal the entire relationship as it fell apart through her clenched fists.

JJ sat at her desk at work, feeling rubbish. She understood Elle’s internal conflict but it wasn’t her fault she didn’t know what she wanted. It wasn’t important to her, getting gifts never had been. JJ’s family weren’t the richest growing up so she never really received presents. She never got to write her wish list to santa or even to her mum as she got older. Christmas to her was family time, watching movies, playing games, dancing to music. Yeah, she got Elle presents but that’s because she didn’t get that so she wanted to give it to someone else. Besides, she hadn’t got Elle that much.

“What’s going on up there blondie?” Derek teased, nudging her arm as he walked past. “You’ve been thinking all day.”

“Nothing,” JJ replied, a little too quickly.

“Ooh I know that was a lie. Talk to me,” he pulled up a chair and sat opposite her. She sighed and put her head in her hands.

“It’s just Elle, thats all.”

“Just Elle? Are you having issues?”

“I just - she keeps asking me what I want for Christmas but I don’t know and it’s stressing her out and it’s stressing me out and I just wish I could be better for her.”

“Better for her? JJ you’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever met and you’re not even my girlfriend!” Derek said. JJ just whimpered, covering her eyes, trying not to get upset at work. “Look, why don’t you just talk to her? Sit down - explain it all to her, how you’re feeling. Chances are, she’ll open up to you too and you can feel better. I can’t have my favourite lesbians sad at christmas.” JJ chuckled a little and looked up.

“I should just talk to her?”

“About it all. Get it all out, she’s probably struggling just as much as you are.” JJ nodded and stood up.

“I’m going to sort it out right now. You’re right Derek, we can’t be sad at Christmas.”

“Too right. Go get back your girl!”

JJ walked into her house and heard Elle crying. She knew Elle’s cry from anywhere. She tried to keep herself quiet but the way her breathing was broken and her choked sobs made it hard.

“Baby?” JJ said, heading to where the cries where. Elle immediately froze and stood up as JJ entered the living room.

“Jay, you’re home? Why are you home?” she asked, sniffling.

“I came to talk to you. I don’t like us being like this. Are you okay baby? What’s going on?” She moved closer to Elle and put out her hands and Elle collapsed onto the sofa.

“JJ I feel so useless.”

“Useless? Why?” She moved to sit beside her girlfriend. She put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, comforting her.

“I just want to make you feel special. Make you realise what you are to me - get you something to show you how much I love you. I just , I don’t know what and you won’t help me and I feel like I’m failing you JJ.”

JJ sighed and held Elle tighter. She wrapped her other arm around her and pulled her close.

“You could never, ever fail me Elle.”

“I do, everyday.”

“No, Elle. You really don’t. When I wake up next to you in the morning and you hold me close and play with my hair, that makes me feel special. When you get out of bed to make me breakfast or turn on the shower for me, that makes me feel special. When you simply pull me into your arms for a kiss or cuddle, that makes me feel special. Elle I don’t need a stupid present to make me feel special - I need a girlfriend who believes in herself and shows me how incredible she is everyday.”

“But it’s christmas,” Elle mumbled.

“But everyday is Christmas when you love me Elle. I feel so lucky having you by my side through everything.”

“You do?”

“I do. So much and I couldn’t be more grateful to have someone so kind and caring.”

Elle didn’t reply, only leaned into JJ. JJ sighed and held Elle. She caressed her hair and kissed her head gently.

“You want to know what I want?” JJ smirked after a while.

“Hm?”

“I need some socks.” Elle smiled at sat up.

“Socks?” She repeated.

“Socks.” Jj confirmed.

“I’ll get you some socks.” Elle giggled. Jj smiled and pulled her girlfriend back into her arms.

“I know it’s hard to believe you’re not good enough Elle but to me, you’re more than good enough.”

“I love you JJ,” Elle replied.

“I love you more.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau head canons #jennifer jareau imagine #elle greenaway headcanons #jennifer jareau x elle greenaway #elle x jj #elle greenaway x jennifer jareau #elle greenaway #elle greenway #elle criminal minds #jelle #jj jareau #12 days of christmas

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chibishortdeath · 11 months

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Simon derangement page number um I lost count!!! Time to explain things and transcribe my handwriting lol >:3

I put a photo of the whole page here because some things were hard to single out into separate images :)

A pose study! I was trying to work on foreshortening with that arm position. Just imagine that he’s talking to someone off screen and sweating cause he’s been working out or something d(^^ )

Two of these are based on some reaction image doodles I ran into on Pinterest that I’m pretty certain originated on tumblr lol. The bottom left one says “*realization*” and the top right one says “deranged —>” with the arrow pointing to our Mr. Deranged in question, Simon. The Simon and Richter one is kinda poking fun at the general Smash Bros fandom depiction of them and is also based on a doodle I saw on Pinterest.

Bottom left says “he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces” lol. Dw! He is your friend! I just forgot to write that part :). I hope the tbh creature doodle is appreciated, I’ve drawn him like that more times than I’d like to admit—

This one is based on a photo of this guy (gotta be a Snapchat one idk I’ve never had Snapchat) with a monster energy and caption “KILL”. I think it fits the vibe.

Bottom left says “monsert!”, a silly bastardizarion of “monster”, again the energy drink. I feel like Simon would be the kind of guy to have caffeine at like 6PM and then wonder why he can’t sleep later lmao. Or worse have caffeine to avoid sleeping 💀. The other two doodles I drew because I woke up one morning and immediately imagined Simon with raccoon stripe hair for no reason.

This one is based on a tumblr post, it says “(Simon) the psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness” “(Christopher) any other diagnosises you’d like to share?” “(Simon) Autism”. That ending panel of Simon saying autism ended up a sticker in a discord server I’m in lmaooooo. Also I need to have more Simon and Christopher interactions cause I think they’d be friends aaaaa

The top doodle is based on a Simon MMD model I found of him as a Vocaloid and I thought that was hilarious and banger, we need more people making fun crossover stuff like that in the world lol. The bottom one is just him vibin(?). Idk he seems pretty distressed, but that’s his usual state so uh—

Another little pose doodle. I think his preferred sitting position is like criss cross applesauce on the floor. I don’t think he’d sit normally in chairs at all. I am now picturing him leaning a chair back too far help 💀.

This one is based on this meme that’s kinda poking fun at the art styles commonly found in yaoi with the last one being left blank for putting whatever you like there and implying in a comedic way that it’s ‘straight man yaoi’, I’ve seen ones with things like football players or idk Breaking Bad put there lol. Basically I saw the meme and realized that all the different styles kinda lined up too well with some Simon designs and well yeah this happened 💀💀💀. So we got Ayami Kojima’s design as “straight woman yaoi”, the NES cover art/X68000 as “gay man yaoi”, Simon’s Quest as “lesbian yaoi”, and Captain N thrown into “straight man yaoi” lmaooo.

Okie that’s all for this one, I will make more inevitably lol

#castlevania #castlevania games #simon belmont #art post #my art #simon’s quest #Castlevania nes #akumajou dracula #castlevania chronicles #silly posting #shitposting?#castlevania memes #I think that covers all of it uh yeah #I have too many ideas most of the time and then get overwhelmed by them #BUT when I do get them on paper things like this happen so eh it’s worth it I guess #I keep realizing that there’s way more things to post here than I thought #these are all fairly new tho tbh I think #time is not my strong suit tho 💀💀💀#I think of Simon as a little bit more deranged than how I’ve usually seen him depicted #please imagine Simon sitting in a chair like an absolute disaster thanks #he would sit sideways with his legs crossed and over one of the arm rests #possibly also just criss cross applesauce on the chair lmao #now imagine him in a public space where you have to say seated generally uniformly hahahahahdjddkahskfkdj #ok wait just imagine Simon in public—#I need to draw some of the ideas I had of him like in modern times cause like #bro was around before the time of wide spread trains in Europe and would’ve probably never had a tomato so like #I think a cherry slushee would (figuratively) kill him #he’d probably like it tho ngl #simon can be a little silly as a treat he worked hard for it #aaaa not enough tag space I need to incoherently rant about him more

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tallwaifuonline · 1 year

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Jane The Killer x Fem!Reader

Another lesbian creepypasta couse.. why the fuck not?

Content: SMUT, ANGST, Overstimulation, Vibrator, Fingering, Multible Orgasms, Orgasm Denial, Dildos, Sex Toys, Scissoring, Mommy Kink, Masturbating, Sub!Reader, Dom!Jane, Praise Kink & Squirting.

It's been officially 2 years since Jane left, she sayd she would go on a mission to go and find Jeff so she could be done with it, and that she would be back to be in my arms again.. guess it was a lie since i've been waiting for so long, nights cold without a warm embrace of hers to keep me warm.

I felt sad, dissapointed, she sayd she would be back and I actually bealived her since we've been together for a few months but I thought I could trust her and that I could be actually happy and have a good life, but I guess it was all a big ilusion. I felt angry, I wanted to cry my eyes out.

I went up the hard wood stairs, I thought I could make her happy in this house we had found alone and abandoned, painting it, repairing it, and making it pretty with a few colors and decorations.

I got to the bedroom closing the door behind me, nights I went waiting to hear the door creek open to her coming back but it was only a dream since it never came true, I layed down on the big bed we used to share feeling alone and cold even though I had a blanket covering my whole body.

I just went to sleep to try and feel less alone in my dreams atleast, maybe dream of the day she will come back to me. Falling into my deep slumber while I thought of that.

I woke up to a creeking noice, I sat up on the bed carefully seeing the bedroom door opened, feeling the cold breeze of my opened window send shivers down my spine, I then felt a cold hand on my arm grabbing it and when I looked to the side of the bed I saw Jane.. she was back.

With joy filling my eyes in the dark I hugged her tightly wrapping my arms around her neck "I thought you were never coming back" I whisperd sadly into her ear as she wrapped her arms around my waist hugging me tightly in her embrace "I would never leave you my darling.." she whisperd into my ear feeling chills down my spine once again.

I connected my lips to hers, feeling desperate to be with her and feel her warm body against mine again, kissing her desperatly, she smiled into the kiss leaving it for a few seconds "missed me that much Sweetheart?.." she asked "ofcourse.. I thought you weren't coming back.." I sayd my smile wearing off, she kept smilying then kissing me again but with passion and desperation this time "I need you.. please, mommy" I whisperd at the second I didn't feel her lips on mine "let's not let time fly by then.." she sayd smirking as I looked at her only the shine of the moon making light into our shared bedroom.

I felt her lips connect mine desperatly again after she sayd that, while she took off my pijamas and underwear I felt my heat feel needy already when I felt her hands on my body, I saw as she took off her dress and everything else seeing her naked body infront of me I felt like I was looking at a goddess "Now darling.. I'm afraid i'm gonna destroy you tonight.." she sayd walking over to the bed and crawling to me, I felt the cheeks of my face heat up when I heard her say that.

She grabbed my face kissing me passionetly and I kissed back then feeling her tongue go inside my mouth, I just let her take control over me letting her touch everypart of me again, I felt her hand go directly to my left boob massaging it kinda roughtly but her soft hand made it less rough, as she got in between my legs grabbing my thigh with her other hand to open my legs more for her to get closer, I felt her chest against mine as her hand leave my boob to the cold breeze again.

I then felt her lips leave, leaving my lips alone I gasped as I felt her hand go to my heat touching me desperatly, her other hand on my inner thigh holding my legs opened I whined and layed down while I felt her fingers touch my pussy and between my lips, I felt hotter as her hand felt cold like a ghost while she touched my already wet pussy, I then felt her finger already going in my cunt as I just felt desperate for more of her touch, I wanted more.

I opened my legs more looking down at her, she then looked me dead in the eyes while she inserted another finger making me moan as I made eye contact with her feeling her fingers going in and out of me, I felt her fingers curl and move, every move making it faster and aggressive as then I felt a third finger making me moan in pleasure "god you're so wet darling.." she whisperd smilying as she fingerd me making me moan even more.

I felt like my orgasm was coming "fuck, I'm gonna cum.." I lightly moaned in pleasure feeling my eyes already teary and then she pulled her fingers out of me making me whine from the sudden lose of contact, I then saw her smile "I should get something too.. don't you think?..." she asked getting on top of me and getting in scissor posicion with me making me more desperate as I felt her pussy against mine, I grabbed her leg and bit my bottom lip watching our pussies rub against eachother.

I moaned as she went more aggressive and faster feeling her pussy rub and hump mine like a cat in heat, I just rubbed more against her pussy feeling my clit rub against her folds, she moaned lightly and went faster while I threw my head back enjoying it "fuck, you're pussy is so fucking good" I heard Jane moan feeling good I then moved us making her bottom and going faster like if I was riding her, she moaned looking up at me.

I kept going getting tired I then felt my orgasm hit as we both came together, we moaned lightly as I layed down on the bed seeing her get on top of me again "we aren't done yet sweetie.." she sayd smilying down at me and I just smiled softly as she went to the cabinet beside out bed and opening it she got out a vibrator, doble dildo, strap dildo and another but small vibrator "wich one to choose.." she sayd smilying in a seductive voice and looked at me while she grabbed the small vibrator.

She then went to me making me open my legs "such a good girl.." she whisperd making me blush and then she started to touch my entrance making me moan softly and whine as she then started to insert the vibrator into my pussy making me bite my lip desperatly, then she grabbed the remote making it vibrate inside my pussy, "oh fuck~" I moaned as she made it vibrate faster making me throw my head back and arch my back.

She bit her bottom lip sitting and getting comfterble infront of me as she watched me in pleasure she grabbed the other vibrator turning it on grabbing my attention, I looked at her and saw her put the vibrator against her pussy while she looked at me, I then started to touch my clit and masturbate with my fingers as I watched her smile and saw how she masturbated watching me.

I moaned as she made my vibrator go faster making me arch my back more as I watched her masturbate herself faster as she bit her lip desperatly, I masturbated myself faster as I moaned and then I squirted on Jane's chest, she looking down and passed her finger on her chest and tasted my squirt turning her vibrator off. "Full of surprises I see.." she sayd going to me and turning off the vibrator inside my pussy pulling it out "I wanna find out more about what you can do" she sayd going down and licking my clit making me moan as I watched her "Fuck- mommy please.." I whined, I watched as she then grabbed the doble dildo and then started to insert it inside my pussy, making me moan once again I looking at the dildo going in and out of my pussy as then I saw Jane put the other end of the dildo inside her pussy.

I smiled as me and Jane started to thrust into the shared doble dildo making us both moan into the dark room, sometimes feeling our clits touch making me desperate she grabbed the vibrator she used turning it on and putting it between us making it vibrate on both of our clits, I moaned as she started to suck my boob when she putted it in her mouth making circles around my bud with her amazing tongue, moaning we kept thrusting into the doble dildo and the vibrator as she put the vibrator onto my clit.

I moaned as she kept masturbating her clit with her fingers watching her as we kept thrusting into eachother we both then came, we both panted trying to catch air after the orgasm she then pulled the dildo out of her pussy and then she kept making the dildo move inside of me and then taking it out "such a good girl, you make mommy so happy" she sayd smilying and coming to me she grabbed my face kissing me on the lips she then backed away and grabbed tissues cleaning the cum on our bodies.

We both panted laying down with me on her side, she kissed my forhead "I love you.." she whisperd as I smiled softly "I love you too, Jane.. a lot..." feeling happy she was finally back with me.. feeling her warm embrace holding me tightly as we both closed our eyes in the dark room.

. . .

I woke up looking at the still dark room forrowing my eyebrows confused I looked all over the room seeing Jane was not here, the bed felt clean and I was in my clothes I was wet.. maybe I had a wet dream? I thought to myself looking at the room seeing everything was in place like if it didn't even happen.. upset I layed down on the bed again "oh well.. guess she didn't come back after all... it was all just a dream.." I whisperd in the cold night closing my eyes and going back to my deep slumber

#creepypasta smut #jane the killer #smut #lesbians #jane the killer smut #creepypasta #fanfic #fantasy

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loop-deloo · 1 year

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i um. i got the lesbian wolfstar thing stuck in my head again. this is your problem now too.

dear diary

Is that how you’re meant to start one of these? I suppose it doesn’t matter much, no one will ever be reading this but me.

I’m sitting at the counter in the kitchen in only Sirius’ pants and a big t shirt. It’s kind of freeing, the way my thighs stick to the familiar stool below me. She wears the kind that cover your bum they’re so soft. Sirius has Her back to me and never let it be said that She isn’t just as beautiful from the back as when you’re staring right into Her eyes. I think maybe I’m a bit swayed by the fact that all She’s wearing is my slippers. She had my robe on, the white cotton one with the little embroidered pink flowers on green stems. She said She was too hot. The fan is on and the window is open so I think she might just be teasing me. But then, I can’t imagine Her doing anything for any other reason than She wants to. Maybe I’m being naïve but I think I’m in love. I only met Her last night, for context. But She’s perfect. Did you notice I’m capitalising her pronouns. That’s ridiculous isn’t it? I don’t care. She’s a god.

She’s making coffee in my pink Moka Pot and I’m just sitting here writing about Her. I could write about her forever. I think this is my purpose in life, just to exist near Her, is that ridiculous? I don’t really mind. I would do every ridiculous thing in the world just to be near Her. I want to slide up behind her and rest my hands on her hips, maybe even dip them down into Her cunt but I don’t think I would be very smooth about it and I don’t want to embarrass myself. She could do it. Maybe I’ll ask Her to. Oh She’s turning around now. No She turned back, She was just smiling at me. I melted just a little Her smile is perfect. I wonder what She’s thinking about. I’m thinking about running my hands through her hair. She said she just got it cut short but I don’t see how. The slight buzz on the bottom, the elegant curls falling around—they’re mussed now, after sleep but She still looks like She could walk a runway— it looks like it’s been there her whole life. Like She slid out of Her mother’s vagina pink and perfect. Is it ridiculous that I’m thinking about a woman I just had sex with for hours and then woke up entangled with as a baby? I’m sure she was a beautiful baby, loud melodic cries, soft twirl of dark dark hair. I want Her inside of me again. Maybe I will soon. For now, I’ll have coffee.

#AHA #ha #haha #anyway #lesbian wolfstar

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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Today marks eight years since the first time I came out as bisexual. And as part of my personal celebration of this occasion, I’d like to recount some memories and reflections I have from those moments.

If you don’t care to read about all of that, simply take this as an explanation as for why I’m going to be reblogging tons of gay shit today. Thank you for reading this PSA and have a wonderful day, folks. 💛

The first time it hit me that there was something a little bit out of the ordinary with me was when I started developing feelings for my best friend at twelve. At the time, I had no clue what to actually label those feelings. But I could make out the building blocks. For one, I thought she was the prettiest girl in the whole world. Whenever she’d sing to me, I could feel myself falling. And I knew that I would get immensely jealous every time she talked about her boyfriend. So much so that I came up with a fake boyfriend in an attempt to make her jealous too.

This endeavor was an utter failure. And the way I orchestrated the most dramatic DCOM-esque “breakup” with my “boyfriend” (whom I named Graham lmao) really should’ve been foreshadowing my future as a writer.

From there, I was ashamed and embarrassed of my queerness. The only reason why I knew gay people even existed was because I’d stumbled across gay porn. And I’m sure you can imagine how damaging it is when you’re twelve years old and your only concept of queerness comes from lesbian porn made for the enjoyment of straight cis men.

Needless to say…I was confused. And deeply scared. Being raised Christian, I was well aware of the fate that would befall me if I gave into this sin. Every single day for about two years, I woke up and went to sleep knowing that I was alone, unloved, and that I was most certainly going to burn in hell for all eternity. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I don’t remember when I first learned that bisexuality was a thing, but I do remember the day I first came out so vividly. I did it partially because I felt like a liar. I felt like I was deceiving the people that I supposedly loved. And I figured the only way to make that right was to tell the truth. So, I drafted out a long text message that I would eventually send to my three best friends. Over and over again I edited that note, trying to get my words right, hoping and praying that things would go well.

I will never forget the visceral anxiety that flooded my nerves when I finally sent those text messages. To this day, the only time I ever felt a fear that was comparable was a literal life or death experience I went through a few years ago.

My hands shook and all I wanted was to eject the contents of my stomach and sob. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more vulnerable (in the worst way possible) in my entire life.

All three of my friends gave three radically different responses. The first one who was already openly queer told me that they were proud of me, that they loved me, and they accepted me. Unfortunately, it started to go down from there.

My second friend told me that she loved me and cared for me, but that ultimately, she was a Catholic and could never approve of my “lifestyle.” I still find it silly how in the years of friendship that followed this exchange, she wouldn’t hesitate to utilize queer vernacular and turned every queer kid she met into her little pet gay.

Finally, my third friend’s reaction was what broke my heart the most. This girl was my best friend. But she was also a massive Christian and incredibly ignorant and unsympathetic. Her first reaction was that I better not start flirting with her. Right afterwards came the disapproval. I got the classic “love the sinner, hate the sin” lecture.

And as a girl who was still trying to be a Christian, I accepted that. I came away from the whole thing knowing that something in me was deeply, deeply broken. And that not even the fact that I was also attracted to men could “fix” that brokenness. I simply had to accept that for some reason, God just decided I was cursed.

Despite this, my friends thought it was very funny to make my queerness the punchline. I was “jokingly” called slurs, was sexualized by my straight male friends, and forced to come out to the homophobes at my school by my straight female friends. Because I guess putting a target on your best friend’s back is hilarious.

For years I put up with that bullshit because I truly believed I didn’t deserve any better than that. I thought the only way I could hope to gain acceptance was if I, in turn, accepted the abuse. At the time, it seemed like a fair trade.

Now, eight years later, I know better. I’ve concluded that if there is a God, they probably are well aware that I’m just trying my best. I like to think that this God would want me to embrace all the beauty they instilled in me. And I try not to hold too much bitterness for the people who hurt me back then. I try to focus on how grateful I am now that the majority of my friends are also queer and that the ones who aren’t are still staunch allies who are always willing to open their minds up to new ideas.

I’m immensely lucky to still be here. Because there are so many who came before me who aren’t here. And that’s why it feels vital for me to share my experiences. Without this openness, I think it becomes so much easier for us to believe that we are alone and hopeless when that is very much not the case. I am not the first person to feel this kind of pain, nor will I be the last. But the only way that we can have a shot at eradicating that fear is by talking about it; by never letting our voices go quiet. On top of this, I feel it is vital for me to remind all of my queer followers that we’re all just trying our best.

Let me restate it loud and clear: There is nothing wrong with you. You aren’t cursed. You aren’t a pet. You aren’t a punchline. You are a human fucking being who is just as deserving of love and respect and community as anyone else. And as much as this world may try to erase us from existence, we will survive. We will insist upon our existence because it is sacred. I promise you, friend. Your existence is sacred. Please, never forget that.

Love always, Andromeda 💛

#˚ʚ meda rants ɞ˚

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edienotsedgwick · 7 months

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Hello everyone!

I haven’t posted many music updates here recently because I have just been forgetting to use tumblr as one of my platforms (even though tumblr is probably the one I’ve had the most growth on out of any of them cause of how long I’ve been here). However, although it’s two years too late I wanted to have a talk in depth about my latest E.P because one thing I love about this place is how I can talk in depth about what I’ve made more than I can anywhere else. I did it for the last E.P, now it’s time to talk about this one.

Last week, I got word from one of my friends that my music was no longer on Spotify so they could listen to it and it made me realise I’d forgotten to pay my Distrokid bill. So when I sorted it out and fixed all issues with accessibility I decided to take a trip down memory lane and have a listen for the first time in a while.

Unlike Made With Blingee which was one impulsive idea I came up with in 2018 that I rushed to finish within that year, leaving it a perfect time capsule of my scene days - Thing Is Me is not a snapshot of one year, but a snapshot of evolution from 2019-2022. While I was making it I changed a lot as a person, but also with the help of my collaborators the songs changed too until they settled to where they are now.

The oldest song on this E.P was Lola Bunny, the first inklings of it were born in late 2018 but it came to life in the way you know it in 2019. Lola Bunny was supposed to be just my voice and an acoustic guitar when I first began brainstorming it. It was fresh in my mind after I found out a boy in school who I thought I liked was taken. (It was one year before I learned I was a lesbian). In hindsight I wasn’t really in love with him, I just liked the idea that he could’ve been my only shot at love. My dating pool at school was small, the few people I pursued had found someone else, were straight, or were repulsed by me. I couldn’t go on dating apps or look for people outside of school at clubs or concerts. It was either school or the fandom circles on the internet, and I was sick of E-Dating people from completely different countries. When I found out that boy was taken, it’s a miracle that I didn’t lose hope that I’d ever be loved at all. Instead I thought I’d just never have a high school romance like the movies promised. (spoiler alert: I was wrong). In 2019 when I revisited Lola Bunny I got into shoegaze and realised the song would sound even better as a crushing wall of sound akin to Cocteau Twins, Ride or MBV. Me and my cousin recorded it together in 2020, the rest is history.

The second oldest song is The Hotel Song. In late 2018 I went to a friend’s birthday party and another traumatic incident involving two of my bullies happened. They taunted me and in a fit of pent up rage I confronted them about everything they did to me. They denied it all, called me delusional, and laughed in my face as I broke down on the side of the road outside my friend’s house. I was already traumatised but that sent me to a low point I believed I’d never recover from. The only place I remotely felt safe in afterwards was my bedroom and I coped with the intense depression and anxiety by drawing, eating two minute noodles for every meal of the day, and listening to the same queue of songs on repeat. One night I fell into a deep sleep and had a dream about going to a hotel with my friends and meeting one of the bullies from the incident there by accident. My friends invited her to go to the spa pool with us. Despite my initial hesitation, the time we all had together was pleasant, almost innocent, and I didn’t get hurt again. Later as we dried off, I got an apology from her for everything she did to me. Just as I forgave her I woke up thinking about how everyone has the capability to change for the better at the drop of a hat. As the next year rolled around the dream was still something I thought about a lot, so I decided to make it a song. I was getting into The Moldy Peaches, Neutral Milk Hotel and other weird folky stuff. I felt like the more oddball lyrics due to them coming from a dream suited that sound so I had that in mind as I put it together. I arranged to make it with a wonderful family friend. It was the only song he fully contributed to before I switched to working with my cousin, but he was really important and taught me a lot of great things. I’m very proud of what came out.

The third oldest song is from way into 2019. I was getting better. I had a great network of friends now who gave me the safety net I needed to recover, I’d gone on a long road-trip that made me see beauty in the world, I was getting into new music and other new interests and those new things kept me calm. I still had outbursts of anxiety from time to time though. One of the bullies from the party still scared me to death. I was growing stronger in all other areas of my life, but the looming fear that he could hurt me again was the only thing holding me back from completely recovering. At that time all I wanted was a resolution, ideally an apology but I was just coming to terms with accepting that he wouldn’t ever do that based on how he acted the last time I saw him. I wrote Post Mental about finding that acceptance. Learning to recover in spite of him. In this song I go through all the history we shared, then at the end I let him go. Like The Hotel Song, Post Mental has a lot of the same influences I discussed earlier but with an added flavour of Sufjan Stevens in there. My favourite part of recording this with my cousin was towards the end when we decided to become a two person choir. We did all kinds of things with our voices to make that part special and it was incredibly cathartic for me.

Post Mental Reprise came a few years later in mid 2021. A lot had changed since then, the most shocking thing of them all though was that the bully in question I wrote part 1 about finally did apologise to me! He’d grown up a lot since the incident, realised the friends who made him act the way he did weren’t good people, found better friends, and then apologised to everyone. Including me! We’re not friends now but we are civil. My cousin suggested the E.P should get rounded out with a part 2 to Post Mental, so that’s what we did! I acknowledged the positive change in the lyrics, and we decided to give this ending a 60s pop inspired sound with a Lo-fi twist.

Finally, the E.P’s youngest song is A New Sunshine. This is a breakup song, but probably the sweetest breakup song you’ll ever hear. I’d been in a relationship that was not perfect, but definitely meaningful for about a year and a half. In early 2021 I realised things were coming to an end as the two of us started University. The flaws in our relationship that we could handle in high school were more difficult to deal with as new young adults, so we calmly broke it off and remained friends. They are one of my best friends to this day and they even came to the listening party for this E.P while cracking a few jokes when this song came on about how they knew it was about them. I wrote this song the exact day we broke up. It definitely got a few tweaks as I started making it come to life though. In this song I talk about my excitement in moving on, not just from that relationship, but in my life in general now that I was fresh out of school. Kissing off the last of my teenage blues this E.P was tying up the loose ends of. For this songs influences I blended the shoegaze/dream pop influences from Lola Bunny and the alt-folk of the other songs and came up with something akin to Angel Olsen’s first album or Linger by The Cranberries. This song along with the first part of Post Mental took probably the longest to perfect, but it was a true labour of love that I’m glad finally came together eventually. Especially thanks to me and my cousin’s good friend Carson who gave us the twangy guitar solo towards the song’s end that I had envisioned in my mind but definitely couldn’t play.

I hope you enjoy the deeper insights into each Thing Is Me song and you enjoy the music if you haven’t already listened yet. Keep giving it love, and lemme know what you think :3 thank you ily

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lazarus is risen

chapter three: ghosts of asphodel

(masterlist) (part 1) (part 2)

hello beautiful people!! here's part three :)

(ellie williams x reader, post-tlou2, useless lesbians, slow burn, cross country road trip, lots of references to greek mythology, etc.)

Asphodel: Portion of the Greek Underworld where ordinary souls are said to go after death. Asphodel lilies are said to symbolize the sentiment, “my regrets follow you to the grave.”

[Ellie]

Ellie woke with a start as several sharp knocks came from the door. Covered in a thin layer of sweat, she tried to remember what she had been dreaming about. All she could recall was the sensation of falling, falling, fallin and the overwhelming feeling of impending doom, but even those were fading as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and pushed her hair out of her face.

It was not unlike any other night, since she couldn’t remember a time recently where she hadn’t been woken up by a horrible nightmare. The knocking was new, though; she hadn’t reconnected with most people since returning, and certainly not enough to warrant a visit after dark. Reaching over to turn on a lamp, she threw off the covers and crossed the small room to open the door.

“Oh, uh, Maria, I–” Ellie began, surprised to see the town’s leader standing there.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Ellie,” Maria interrupted. “I know you said you needed some space when you got back, but something… urgent has come up. I need you to come with me, please.”

Ellie looked around nervously, confused as to why Maria would need her help with something so important when there were plenty of other capable, more congenial options available. “I mean, I’m happy to help if you need me, but… is there not, I don’t know… anyone else?” Ellie asked awkwardly.

Maria looked at her with a sympathetic expression, remembering how traumatized Ellie had been after what happened in Santa Barbara. “Ellie, if there was someone else I could ask, I would be at their doorstep right now. But there are some people here who, uh… who need to talk to you.”

Ellie furrowed her eyebrows. “Me? Why? There are a lot of people who aren’t very happy with me right now.” Her socks suddenly became very interesting as she thought of the long, long list of people who might want to kill her.

Maria quickly shook her head. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. I think… I think you might be able to help them. But I think you should hear it from them.”

Still looking at the ground, Ellie stood silently, unsure how to respond. Me? Help them? Why am I so special? She ran a toe along the edge of the floorboard.

Sensing her indecision, Maria placed a hand on Ellie’s shoulder and gazed at her softly. “I think this could be really good for you, Ellie.”

Maria’s words brought Ellie out of her thoughts. She looked up and made eye contact with the older woman, almost shocked by how gentle the usually-stern Maria was being.

After a moment of consideration, Ellie replied, “Okay.Let me put some shoes on.”

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“I’m not gonna do this again.”

“That’s up to you.”

Their last words to each other rang in Ellie’s head as she gripped the envelope in her hands. After returning from Santa Barbara and finding their farmhouse empty, she knew things with Dina would never be the same. While she was away, Ellie thought about Dina and J.J. every day. She knew her decision had created an irreparable rift between them, but that didn’t stop her from caring deeply about the little family she had left behind.

Ellie hadn’t spoken to Dina in the few weeks since returning, partly because Ellie hardly left her house, but mostly because she made a point to avoid places she knew Dina might be. Ellie hadn’t been on patrol, she only took meals to-go, and she definitely didn’t attend Jackson’s infamous parties – parties just like the one being held that night.

She desperately wanted to talk to Dina – to apologize, to explain herself, to ask Dina to forgive her – but she knew better. She knew Dina meant what she had said that night at the farmhouse all those months ago, and she didn’t want to make Dina’s life any more complicated than she had already managed to make it.

Still, at the very least, Ellie wanted Dina to know how sorry she was. A letter, Ellie thought. So she wrote. And wrote, and wrote, and wrote, but she could never seem to get the words right. When at last she drafted something decent, she sealed the paper in an old envelope and grabbed her jacket.

Though she hadn’t spoken to Dina, she had learned from other people around the community that Dina and J.J. moved in with Jesse’s parents after abandoning the farmhouse. Knowing everyone would be attending the party in the town square, Ellie made her way to Dina’s new residence until eventually she found herself standing in front of a red mailbox, nervously considering the envelope in her hands. Lost in thought as she considered if the letter was a good idea, she didn’t hear the soft footsteps approaching from behind her. A voice called out to her – a voice she hadn’t heard in a long, long time.

“Ellie?”

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The last time a group of strangers came to Jackson looking for someone, it turned out to be one of the worst days of Ellie’s life. As she followed Maria towards the center of town, Ellie grew more and more anxious about meeting the newcomers awaiting her. When Maria’s house came into view and the pair approached the front door, Maria paused for a moment before reaching for the knob. Putting her hand on Ellie’s shoulder, she said softly, “Just hear them out, okay?”

Ellie forced a small smile and replied, “I’ll try.”

Maria returned the smile and opened the door to step inside. As Ellie followed her to one of the plush couches in the living area, Ellie quickly scanned the room. There were two people she had known from patrol, but four strangers occupied the space opposite her and Maria’s couch. Two burly men stood menacingly behind the sofa, and their military-esque uniforms and posture reminded Ellie of her various interactions with FEDRA soldiers.

The two seated strangers stood out in almost comical contrast to the large men behind them. There was an older man – probably older than Maria, by the looks of it – who awkwardly adjusted the round, wire-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose. Though he was sitting down, Ellie could tell he was a lanky, unassuming type of person.

The final stranger was a girl – probably around her age, Ellie guessed – sitting next to him. She wore her curly, strawberry-blonde hair in a long ponytail and donned small silver hoops in her ears. Ellie noticed the girl and the older man had the same bright, brown eyes, and wondered if it was a familial resemblance. As she pondered the similarity, Ellie realized a moment too late that the girl’s eyes were looking straight back at her, and quickly looked away when she noticed.

Maria cleared her throat and set her tightly folded hands in her lap.

“Alright, well… start talking.”

The older man adjusted himself on the couch so he could sit up straighter. “Yes, well, I realize you probably don’t get visitors like this very often, and I do apologize for any commotion we might have created. My name is Doctor Steven Reynolds, and I’m one of the head researchers at the Administration for the Research and Containment of Cordyceps. A.R.C.C, for short.” He gestured to the girl sitting next to him. “This is my daughter Lucy. She’s one of the junior researchers at A.R.C.C.”

So they are family, Ellie thought to herself.

Dr. Reynolds motioned to the large men behind him. “These are Officers Jacobs and Alvaro. They made sure we got here in one piece. As I explained earlier, our organization is based in Atlanta, out of what was formerly the Centers for Disease Control. A core group of experts has been conducting research there since the outbreak, and we’ve made substantial progress in understanding the contagion, but far less in terms of being able to combat it.

“All of our previous research samples have been conducted on recently infected subjects. Obviously we don’t purposely infect people – that would violate just about every ethical and moral code there is – but when one of our own gets infected, they have the choice to voluntarily submit themselves to testing as they… ah… as the infection spreads. Unfortunately, when the infection spreads too far, well – I'm sure you know all too well what happens then. It gets too dangerous for us to keep them contained, so our sampling time is limited at best.”

For the first time since entering the house, Ellie spoke.

“What does that have to do with me?” she said, arms crossed protectively in front of her chest.

“It has everything to do with you.” Dr. Reynolds grinned. “Ms. Williams, right? It really is a pleasure to be meeting you in person.”

“Um, just Ellie is fine. And thanks, I think?” She looked skeptically at the group of strangers in front of her. “Although I’m not really sure what I did to be so worth meeting.”

Dr. Reynolds chuckled as if she had just told a joke. “Ms. Williams – Ellie – you are a walking medical miracle. Even before the outbreak, our methods for treating serious fungal infections were almost nonexistent. I’ll admit, in the past couple years even I was beginning to worry there really wouldn’t be a way out of this. And then we heard about you.” He paused. “You were bitten, correct?”

Ellie shifted in her seat. “Uh, yeah. A couple times actually.”

Dr. Reynolds’ eyes lit up as he listened. “And what happened in the hours that followed, may I ask?”

She nervously ran a hand along the back of her neck. Only a handful of people in the entire world knew about her condition, and she didn’t have much practice answering these kinds of questions. “Uh, well, they kind of got all red and itchy. And there were some cysts too. But eventually they just scabbed over and left some pretty nasty scars.”

Dr. Reynolds ran his hands through his white beard as he thought about what she said. “Fascinating. Utterly fascinating.” He mumbled some scientific jargon to himself that Ellie didn’t even try to understand. “Could I… could I see one of them, perhaps?”

Suddenly, Lucy gasped and gave him a light slap on the wrist. “Dad! You can’t just ask to see something like that.” She turned to address Ellie directly. “Sorry about that. You don’t have to show him anything.” Lucy gave her father a pointed look as she said, “He just gets… carried away sometimes.”

Ellie gave a small laugh, amused by their interaction. It obviously wasn’t the first time he’d said something less-than-appropriate while excited about his research.

“No, it’s okay.” She leaned forward and showed him the side of her left hand, just under where her pinkie used to be. The crescent-shaped scar was still visible, but only just.“This one’s about two months old. Healed a lot better than the first one.”

Dr. Reynolds gently took her hand and examined the bite. He shook his head in disbelief. “Never, in all my years, have I seen anything like this.” After a few moments, he said to Lucy, “Here, take a closer look.”

Lucy’s eyes darted nervously in Ellie’s direction, as if unsure about subjecting the other girl to such intense examination. Ellie noticed her uncertainty and reassured her, saying, “Really, it’s okay. I don’t bite.” Ellie could have sworn she heard one of the guards snort under his breath.

She held her hand out to Lucy, who gingerly took it in both of her own. She still hesitated a moment, but her curiosity got the better of her and she leaned in to look closer, their foreheads now only about a foot apart. They were close enough now that Ellie noticed a small tattoo on Lucy’s left wrist that she hadn’t noticed before – a small spattering of dots which at first appeared to have no pattern, yet somehow seemed to form shapes that were vaguely familiar.

Ellie was surprised by how soft the other girl’s hands were; she seldom met anyone whose skin hadn’t been calloused by years of manual labor. Lucy brushed her thumb over the arc of the scar. Quietly, Lucy asked, “Does it… does it still hurt?” As she spoke, she lifted her gaze to meet Ellie’s, brown eyes meeting green.

Ellie smiled sadly. “No, not really. It’s just kind of… ugly. Hurts more to look at, I guess.”

Lucy returned a sympathetic smile. “Well, for the record, I don’t think it’s ugly. I think it’s pretty badass.” She gave Ellie’s hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it and sitting back in her seat.

Ellie ran her own thumb over the faint scar and smiled shyly, considering Lucy’s statement. “Thanks,” she replied, almost inaudibly.

Dr. Reynolds continued, “It’s my belief that we have not achieved much success on the treatment front because we haven’t had the right subject. Ellie, you – your immunity – could be invaluable to the research we’ve been conducting. I have every reason to believe that understanding the mechanism behind your immunity is the breakthrough we’ve been waiting for.”

Looking at her shoes, Ellie said solemnly, “Last time someone said that, they wanted to cut out my brain. Which, like, if that’s the only way, then sure. Just wanna know what I’m getting myself into.”

Dr. Reynolds furrowed his brow. “I don’t know who exactly was involved in that operation, but I do know the Fireflies were never known for their medical brilliance. It seems quite foolish to permanently incapacitate your only subject, wouldn’t you agree? No, at our headquarters we have access to all of the equipment and machines formerly used by the CDC itself. There would be no need for complete internal extraction.”

Ellie considered his explanation. A cure? And it wouldn’t kill me?

Maria placed a hand on Ellie’s knee and gave her a gentle smile before turning to the traveling party. “Can she have the night to think about it?” she asked.

Dr. Reynolds nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, of course. I want you to be sure about whatever you decide.”

“Thank you,” Maria said. “We’ll find somewhere for you all to stay tonight. Ellie, why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll come get you in the morning.”

Ellie nodded reluctantly and stood up from the couch. She gave a small, awkward wave before opening the door and exiting without saying a word.

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“Ellie?”

Startled, Ellie turned around and stared wide-eyed at the two familiar faces staring back at her.

“Dina – I –”

“What are you doing here?” Dina’s expression was almost unreadable. Anger, confusion, sadness, hurt – it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. On her hip, a sleepy J.J. stirred at the sudden shift in his mother’s demeanor.

“I was, um… I thought you’d be at the party,” Ellie stammered.

“We were. But he’s, you know, a baby. And we’re both tired,” Dina said shortly.

Ellie looked between the two faces that had once been her entire world. “Right, sorry, I was just…” she trailed off.

“What? You were just what? You leave in the middle of the night, you’re gone for weeks, and when you get back you still say nothing? Then you show up at my doorstep hoping I’d… what, exactly? Take you back?”

Ellie shook her head vigorously. “No, no, that’s not –”

“Newsflash, Ellie, you’re the one who left. You chose this. We had something good and you abandoned it,” Dina spat out the words like acid. “For what? To chase someone who might’ve already been dead? Just so you could, what, kill her?”

“No, I didn’t – I couldn’t –”

“It seems like the only thing you’re good at is getting people killed. If we hadn’t gone after her in the first place, Jesse would still be here. J.J. would still have his dad.” Dina’s words stung. Ellie wanted to protest, but she knew deep down that everything Dina said was true.

Sensing the tension in the air, J.J. started to whimper. Dina averted her attention to the child on her hip as she comforted him, cooing softly at him while she swayed him gently. When he calmed down, she sighed, and it was obvious how tired she was.

“So what are you doing here, Ellie?”

At a loss for words, Ellie became aware of the item in her hand again. “I… I wrote you a letter. I wanted to apologize,” she said weakly.

Dina shook her head. “You really don’t get it, do you? I meant what I said. I’m not doing this again. I can’t have you coming in and out of our lives every time someone wrongs you. I can’t let him get hurt like that again. I don’t want your letter. I don’t want you in my life. We’re done, Ellie.”

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Ellie stepped out into the cool night air and pulled the door closed behind her. Dr. Reynolds’ offer bounced around her head like a ping pong ball. It seemed too good to be true, but everything he said seemed to check out. For years, she had thought of her immunity as something she had to hide, something that had only ever brought horrible things into her life. But with a team of scientists who actually know what they’re doing… couldn’t it be more than that? Wouldn’t a cure make her life matter again?

Hadn’t that been what she’d told Joel, all those years ago?

She was no stranger to traveling outside of Jackson, but another cross-country trip would always be daunting. There was no telling what kinds of people were out there now – alive or infected. And she didn’t know anything about these strangers other than their names. Still, that hadn’t stopped her the first time.

As she made her way through the dark streets, she passed the house with the red mailbox. Two handprints in white paint adorned one side, one adult-sized and one much smaller. Ellie smiled sadly as she imagined Dina and J.J. pressing their painted hands on the metal frame, and the mess that inevitably followed. Curtained windows let light spill out into the darkness, and Ellie could see the silhouettes of the family inside.

Pausing for a moment, Ellie quickly walked over to the curb. She took a deep breath and reached out to hang something on the little signal flag attached to the mailbox. As she walked away, the light from inside reflected off of a small metal charm bracelet. For good luck, Ellie thought.

As she neared her house, she found her feet leading her down a separate path. Before she knew it, she was sitting on the soft grass of the cemetery in front of Joel’s headstone. A few feet away, a more recent headstone had been erected.

Jesse

Son, father, friend.

Ellie glanced sadly at the words as she picked idly at the grass in front of her. Unlike the other stones, no grave had been dug for Jesse since there was no body to be buried. She thought about their last night in Seattle, and how Jesse’s corpse was probably rotting right where they had left it. The thought made her nauseous. Her chest filled with the heavy sensations of shame, guilt, and regret.

Ellie lay down on her back and ran her fingers through the grass that had grown over Joel’s burial site. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. After all we’ve been through, everything that I’ve done… it can’t be for nothing. Her conversation with him in Salt Lake City echoed around her head.

It won’t be for nothing, she decided. I won’t let it.

When Maria knocked on her door the next morning, Ellie was wide awake and had already packed a bag. Maria took note and said, “I guess you’ve made your decision?” Ellie nodded.

“Alright. Let’s get you some food for the road, then.”

Ellie nodded again. She turned off the light for what she knew would probably be the last time, and shut the door behind her.

#lazarus is risen // ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #pls tell me what u think <333

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