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lilpotatjj · 1 year

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A/N: I can't belive this is happening. I just thought to give it a try and honestly it was so hard to write that BUT I read so much other Bella smut....here we go. This is my first smut and I think I only write another smut with requests cause I can't tell how often I was hiding under my blanket in shame. It's so different writing a smut story or reading good smut.

So if you guys want some naughty stuff request me.

WARNING: soft smut, fingering, no big things, just cute slice of live between Reader/Fem!Reader x Bella

Summery: Bella comes home from the set after a long day of filming and is completely exhausted, also have lots of wounds caused of the action. It didn't go quite as she had imagined and she had to keep repeating the same scene. You notice her mood and want to do everything to make her feel better.

Wordcount: 900

Proofread: Nope

Sweetn' Hot Steam (18+)

With a jerk, the door to your flat slams shut and all you hear is an annoyed gasp.

Bella enters completely exhausted, takes off her glasses and removes her scrunchie from her hair.

"todays filming was rough huh?" you stand up and walk towards her. "please don't remind me anymore....I have a bunch of bruises and abrasions from fighting" Bella grabs the back of her neck and rubs it.

"what fight scene?" you stand behind her and massage her neck.

"Nora vs Ellie.....too much running....too much knife action. I mean it was fun but something always didn't fit and we had to keep repeating" Bella looks behind you without turning.

"Sounds exhausting but you did good babe" You start kissing her neck which Bella obviously enjoys.

"I'm going to take a shower" She walks towards the bathroom and grabs a towel.

"I'll come with you and check your injuries. We don't want anything to get infected unnoticed" You grin and close the bathroom door behind you.

"my right arm hurts pretty bad....I don't know how many times I've pulled out my knife today and tried to kill Nora" Bella tries to take off her hoodie and fails miserably. "It's OK, I'll help you" You slowly pull on the sleeves and manage to take it off. Aside you first see the extent of today's filming.

"oh baby you look....good...?" you smirk and slowly stroke over the individual bruises and discover one or two abrasions.

"ohman I just want to take a shower and get rid of the dirt...I look like shit" Obviously uncomfortable with the idea of showing herself to you, she continues to undress. "I'll turn on the shower and come in with you" you also undress and look at her legs, which are completely covered in bruises.

"don't worry sweety I still love you" you go into the shower together and the warm water runs over both your bodies. You take a closer look at her wounds and crouch down to her leg injuries. "It looks really painful..." You grab one of your sponges and start gently wiping the sensitive skin, noticing that she gets goose bumps right away, and gently continue.

"feels good...." Bella closes her eyes a little and enjoys every touch of yours.

You start to kiss her gently and lovingly on her thighs and immediately notice that she flinches a little. The sponge moves up to her belly without stopping to kiss her thighs. "Y/N....." Bella looks at you in a daze and your kisses continue to move towards her centre.

Once there, you suck on her clit and she almost loses her grip on her legs. "feels so good...." She mumbles and grips your hair tightly with her fingers while you elicit a low moan from her again and again.

You only stop to continue at her chest, very tenderly and gently, sucking on her nipples. She puts her head back against the wall and closes her eyes to surrender more to the feeling after that rough day.

"relax baby" you kiss your way up to her neck and suck lovingly, grabbing her hair and getting greedier and greedier. The reason Bella is so wet is not because of the shower. Your hand gently strokes her sensitive spot, causing her soft moans to intensify.

You can't stop kissing her and keep biting her neck only to lick it apologetically afterwards. One finger penetrates her far too easily, which is why you immediately follow up with another. The neighbours in the hotel room next door can certainly hear how happy you are making her, but that doesn't matter at the moment, because all that matters now is you and Bella.

"you like it huh?" you tease her further,kiss and praise her and speed up your fingers which is the reason she becomes a moaning mess. "just like that....relax sweetheart and just let go all of that crap for today" She is getting almost too close and her legs shaking more and more bringing her on edge of her own universe. "do...don't stop please" she begs pathetically and melting complete in your grip.

The way she's wet even trough the hot water almost drives you crazy, so you have to hold back a lot from playing with yourself. Her moans are impossible to ignore and Bella has trouble catching her breath "your....y...your to...good...." she holds onto your hair with all her might and puts her head in your neck, screaming all her emotions into your ear while she comes all over your hand. "fuck......." You move a little more so she can gasp for air and Bella just hides her face in your neck a little longer. "holy shit...." her whole body still shaking, you hold her tight, stroking her back. "love you so much" she kisses your lips tenderly and the hot water still pours all over your hot bodys and the whole bathroom is full of hot steam. "I feel so much better" she smiles into the kiss. "have only tended your wounds..." you break away from the kiss with an amorous smile. "love you too my everything"

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adorethedistance · 1 year

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The Late Late Show - Bella Ramsey x Reader (18+)

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Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI) afab reader, smut, swearing, teasing, lmk if there’s anything else I missed.

Words: 2697

Summary: After a promotional appearance on the Late Late show, you and Bella confess your feelings for one another; your skepticism causes them to prove just how much they like you back.

A/N: It’s almost 1 am. I don’t feel like proof reading this. I want to be done with it. SO here we are LMAO. In all seriousness I’m really stoked on this piece and I hope y’all like it. It’s been a while since I’ve written a full smut so I’m a little rusty.

Pedro, Bella, and I are on the Late Late Show to promote season 2 of The Last of Us, and Mr. James Corden had the incredible idea to make us play ‘spill your guts or fill your guts’. In rehearsal the questions were all mundane and simple to keep the surprises for the actual show. Now that the questions are real, my anxiety has skyrocketed and I anxiously await my turn. So far, Pedro has had a sip of bird saliva and Bella has confessed who their least favorite person to work with in their career was. Now it’s my turn and I’m almost too anxious to comprehend the words coming out of anyone’s mouth. Bella turns the table slowly, watching my face and gauging my reactions to each food as it goes by.

“Y/n.”

“Hm.”

“For this question, I will give you…” They pause to think for a moment, “The one thousand year old egg.” I fight the urge to gag and Bella laughs deviously. They noticed the way I was particularly disturbed by it when we reviewed all the food options on the table for the camera. Bella laughs their adorable laugh after reading the question written on the cue card; I can’t stop the fake frown that’s appeared on my face.

“Which of mine and Pedro’s acting performances were the worst, and why?” The audience erupts into laughter, cheers, and groans as I contemplate how I can answer this question. “There is no way in hell I’m eating that.”

“Then you’ve got to answer.”

“I don’t know! I think you guys aren’t capable of bad performances.”

“Booooo.”

“Why are you booing me?!” I screech in surprise although I can’t help the smile forming on my face. Pedro jumps in,

“That’s a cop-out!”

“That is such a cop-out answer!” Bella laughs, biting their lip and resting their elbows on the table, displaying their hands that are sparsely decorated with rings.

“Why are you guys teaming up on me? This is so unfair. James, do something!”

“My hands are tied-”

“No, they are not it’s your show!”

“That one thousand year old egg isn’t getting any younger,” Bella quips, a devious smirk adorning their features. More laughter from the audience and I look back at Bella with pleading eyes. They raise their eyebrows to taunt me, clearly enjoying how I’m scrambling for answers. I bite the inside of my cheek and playfully glare. Another eyebrow quirk from Bella. On national television?

I cave, “Oh god. Okay, uh, Pedro. Maybe Mando? Since you’ve got the helmet on and we can’t really see your face emote a lot?”

“Kind of a cheat answer but I’ll leave it be,” Bella teases.

“Bella… Maybe Judy since you didn’t have too much on screen time so you weren’t given a lot to work with?” I attempt to calm my breathing as I wait for the other three to either approve or disapprove my answers. The jury is pleased with my response and I’m saved from eating the egg in front of me that is literally black and green.

We continue another rotation of questions going around the table until James takes us to commercial break. Bella, Pedro, and I stand from the table and head back to the couch for our actual interview portion of the show. It’s the last segment before we’re wrapped and I can’t wait to be finished so I can get out of this makeup and borderline black tie attire.

James gives us the standard questions that come with promoting a show and I find myself struggling to stay present. The way Bella moves their hands and the numerous rings that adorn their fingers are eternally captivating.

I want to just reach out and grab it. To hold their hand in mine and exist like that for as long as we possibly could. I want to hold them in my own and kiss them to show how much I care. I want to clench around their hands as I scream their name loud enough for anyone to hear. I want to bite down on exposed skin as they fuck me and tell me I’m their good girl. I crave Bella. I’ve always craved Bella.

“I think we’ve lost her. Y/n?” I hear James’ voice bring me back down to earth. My cheeks are a thousand degrees warmer as I realize I’ve been caught, lost in the fantasy of what it would be like to belong to Bella.

“What?” I ask when I zone back in. Everyone in the room laughs and I try to blink away my embarrassment.

“You play Dina, correct?”

“I do, yes.”

“This is a new character for this season, what can you tell us about her?”

“Yeah, so Dina is Ellie’s love interest in this part of the story,” I proceed to tell James the same basic spiel that I give every interviewer and he listens intently. He asks a few more questions about the characters and what it was like for the three of us to work closely on set. The interview goes over fun, smooth, and funny and before we knew it, the show was wrapped shortly after. Bella disappears almost immediately in search of a bathroom, leaving me with Pedro as James begins talking with one of his producers.

“Are you okay?” Pedro nudges my shoulder to get my attention. I nod rapidly which does not at all minimize his suspicion.

“Yeah, I’m totally good.”

“You were in space for the entire interview. What’s up?” He asks sincerely. Is this something I should tell him? Is this something I shouldn’t tell him? I’m at a loss for direction but Pedro’s reassuring smile reminds me that he is probably the best confidant on planet earth.

“It’s about Bella…” I start off slowly.

“Yeah, you really seem to like them.”

“SHHHH! Why would you say that so loud?!” I whisper shout which if anything draws more attention to us.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Pedro holds both hands up to try and ease my anxiety and I drop my shoulders to try and reel everything back in.

“You’re right, though. I do really like them.”

“Apparently.”

“So what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

I scowl, “What do you mean what do I mean?”

“It’s obvious they like you as well.” I tilt my head back incredulously.

“What are you talking about?” Pedro laughs heartily before responding,

“I may not be the smartest person in the room but I’m not an idiot. I see how you look at each other. How they look at you.” My heart flutters with excitement. “It’s a huge crush if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Well, what do I do then?” I ask, and we’re back to square one. Pedro shakes his head at my obliviousness.

“You tell them you like them and then kiss!” He says as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Ever the optimist. As I open my mouth to speak, I cut myself off to see Bella has rejoined the three of us. A quaint smile paints their face and my heart flutters again tenfold.

“What’d I miss?”

“Not much from me but Y/n has something to say.” I go wide-eyed and look at Pedro in panic. If looks could kill he would be a dead man this instant. Bella nods at me expectantly and I feel a rush of anxiety in my core. I do my best to cover up the fact that I’m taking a deep breath to soothe my nerves.

“We should go somewhere… not… here.” Bella laughs at the peculiar rhythm of my speech but agrees and follows me backstage. In the dressing room that we shared when getting ready, I flick the switch that lights up the perimeter of lightbulbs around the vanity mirror. Bella senses the tension that’s practically radiating off of me and closes the door behind us.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay I just-” I trail off in search of the right words.

“...You just what?” Bella asks, gently.

Moment of truth.

“I really like you, Bella. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m anxious that bombarding you with this information could scare you away, and then we wouldn’t be friends anymore because it would be too awkward. So then I’d be losing not just my best friend, but also just you as a person and I’d hate for that to happen because I like you as a person too and I-”

“I’ve been waiting for this conversation.” Bella says smugly.

“-Have been so worried about- wait what?” As my whole rambling rant lead me to look down, my head snaps back up. “You’ve been waiting for this?”

“Mhm.”

“Would you care to share with the class?” I ask, facetiously causing them to laugh at the sarcasm.

“Pedro and I actually had a bet going for how long it would take you.” I frown at their words and blink away my confusion. Bella drops the smug smile. They stare at me and I feel my face heat up being under their intense gaze.

“You… don’t like me back?” I say, my heart sinking in panic as I had just bared my soul to them.

“Of course I like you back.”

“Well, don’t say that like it was obvious!”

“I made it pretty obvious.”

“No, you didn’t!”

“We spent Valentine’s day together.”

I open my mouth to protest but close it to consider maybe it wasn’t just a ‘Galentine’s’ hang out.

“But-”

“We literally woke up spooning when we had that sleepover.” I blink. Once, twice, and then shut my eyes completely to block out the visual of Bella’s face as I come to the same conclusion.

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty outright.” They simply nod a yes and I feel the weight of the world lifted off of my shoulders at once. “So, you like me?”

“Oh my god-” Bella rolls their eyes, and swiftly comes over to grab my face in their hands and kiss me passionately. Their lips on mine are the symphony of an orchestra that I’ve long awaited. Each movement of our lips, the rhythmic richness of percussion. Their hands tracing down the silhouette of my body, the sensuality of the brass. A desire-filled rush of blood coursing through my entire body, the serenity of the woodwinds. And the intensity of our feelings for one another becoming intertwined into one energy, the complexity of the strings.

I’m fully floating on cloud nine, drifting further and further away from the Earth and into the ethereality of Bella. The kiss started passionately and quickly becomes heated as the two of us revel in our lust for one another.

Bella grips my hair in their hand at the base of my neck, tugging the handful to break the kiss and tilt my chin upwards. They take the new access to kiss and suck the skin of my neck. Grazing their teeth over my larynx, biting into the side and sucking a harsh, clean mark into the exposed flesh. I groan and the sheer eroticism and grip the vanity counter behind me.

Bella’s ringed fingers gently grasp my hips, pushing me back to lean on the counter with more of my weight. They abandon the task of marking me, grabbing the fabric of my dress, pulling it up and cradling the hem of it in their hands at my hip sockets. All the while, they had sunken down to the floor, lustful eyes watching my face as they kneel on the floor.

“Can I?” They ask and I quickly nod yes as my mouth was too dry to form a verbal response. Lifting the hem of the evening dress over their head, Bella bites another hickey into my inner thigh. I squeak at the sensation. It hurts so good.

“Shhh. You’ve gotta stay quiet.” I nod rapidly as reassurance, temporarily forgetting they can’t see my face.

“Got it, sorry.”

“It’s okay, babygirl.” Bella then hooks their fingers into the waistband of the underwear I was wearing. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” I sigh out, anticipation dripping from my voice. They drop the garment to the floor and have me step one foot out of them. My left leg stays anchored on the ground as a point of support since the counter likely wouldn’t hold my entire body weight. Bella guides my right leg up and over their shoulder before they trace their tongue over my glistening core. I whimper out a noise of relief and my head drops back, readying myself for the ride of my life.

Their tongue traces through the folds, trailing up to draw my clit in their mouth. I let out a languorous moan. In an attempt to regulate my breathing, I pull in a deep breath of bliss. Bella expertly devours me and I feel myself pulsating from arousal. Judging by the smug hum of laughter I’m guessing they could feel the movement as well.

I grab the fabric of my dress around my thighs and lift the layers to keep Bella from practically suffocating. They continue, unphased. A euphoric cry escapes my lips when Bella presses two tantalizing fingers inside of me. My hand quickly covers my mouth to try and conceal the undeniable bliss of their hand working in tandem with their mouth. Each stroke of their fingers elicits a ragged moan from my throat and I fight so hard to remain quiet. Then, Bella’s mouth pulls off of my clit with an audible smack.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” They ask earnestly and I nod rapidly. Anything to please them. The frantic nature of my response is satisfactory enough and they resume sucking on my swollen clit. I’m almost overstimulated from the pleasure of their mouth working with the rhythmic curling of their fingers. My moans increase tempo as I continue chasing the high. Bella beatifically bobs their head, moving faster to bring me closer to the edge.

Their fingers curve so perfectly against my g-spot and I fight the need to cry out in untamable pleasure. Stimulating the spot brings me closer and closer. I hold the collected fabric of my dress skirt in my left arm, and frantically reach down with my right. Bella masterfully maintains their pace, mouth and fingers working together while their other hand reaches up to interlace their fingers with mine. The thoughtful gesture is arousing in itself and I find my orgasm come to a peak.

I reside in this high for a moment before the waves of pleasure come crashing down over me. I finish with a strangled sob of gratification. Bella’s pace slows but they continue working me through the orgasm until the feeling passes. Once my clit stops pulsating, I feel them pull their mouth off of me with a most sinful pop. They leave our hands intertwined, but take the hand that was inside of me and lift the wet fingers to their lips, sucking off my remaining juices with great pleasure. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, partly from disbelief but mostly from the residual high. They lock eyes with me and smile innocently, as if they hadn’t just sucked the life out of me in the best way possible.

Bella then wraps both arms around me and holds my body as tightly to their own as they can without hurting me. I then realize they’re doing this because my legs are trembling and they’re allowing me to use them as support. I’m grateful for the attentiveness and melt in their arms, wrapping my own around their shoulders. They hold me like this for a few minutes, and I smile knowing they would have remained there for hours if I’d asked them to.

“You were so good for me, pretty girl.” The praise is of the utmost comfort and I tuck my face into the crook of their neck. Placing soft, practically indebted kisses on their skin serves as a ‘thank you’ since I’m still very much recovering.

“I love being the only one to make you feel this good.”

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my-own-personal-dragon-horde · 1 year

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That fucking hospital scene…that is a sequence that I’m glad it didn’t feel like playing the game. Instead, I felt like I wasn’t breathing the entire time. That was one of the most effective sequences of television I’ve ever seen, from the acting to the emphasis on the brutality.

The way Joel seemed to be walking through a dream…that’s the part that hit the hardest. We as the audience were hyperaware of his actions, while he was barely there at all—Sarah and his grief and Ellie were the only things on his mind.

Neil Druckmann really wrote a story that turned a mirror on humanity, and my god am I thankful for both the game and this adaptation.

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talaok · 1 year

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Feminine rage this feminine rage that

This is anger

This is revenge

This is every survivor’s fury

This is a kid who’s gone through hell and is exhausted.

This is desperation, terror, frustration.

And Bella delivered it all effortlessly.

#ok i’m done now I’ll go back to write my joel fluff bc I need to make myself feel better #tlou #the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #ellie williams #joel miller #bella ramsey

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chappellroansdreamgirl · 10 days

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officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

bonus round - police!els edit<3 :

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mdawgswizzleinthehizzle · 5 months

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i don’t think it’s talked about enough how awful joel’s death was for tommy too.

…like that was his big brother who basically raised him alongside sarah. tommy is like 4 or 5 years younger than joel so i can only imagine how much he just adored his big brother as a kid.

tommy, when he was younger, would do things like this…

little tommy fr sent a letter back home to joel when he was away at camp just because he missed him. he looked up to joel so much as a brother, a mentor and a best friend.

even after they came back together at jackson, they goofed around as brothers…

after joel’s death, and by the end of the game, tommy literally lost an eye after getting shot in the head, could barely walk right and split with maria.

not to mention, he probably carries a ton of guilt about joel’s death like ellie does. he was literally with joel when they were attacked. i’m sure he feels like he should have been able to do more and save him.

i know a lot of people get mad at tommy when he goes to ellie and dina’s ranch to talk about abby. admittedly, he does push ellie, guilt tripping her a bit. realistically, he shouldn’t have pushed ellie like that… but he’s grieving just as much as ellie, if not more so, since that was literally his brother of 50 years. he’s bound to do rash things like that.

joel was absolutely tommy’s best friend, and even if they had that separation for those 20 some years, joel was always his big brother, no matter what. they never stopped loving each other.

i have a sister and i couldn’t imagine losing her like tommy lost joel.

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whiskeyncoke-redux · 1 year

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I keep thinking about fluff/smut where, for once, Pedro Pascal is the one crushing on (fem) reader- don’t get me wrong, I love all the daddy dom vibes, but him catching feelings for a funny/sweet younger woman and getting all flustered about it?

Maybe a mid-late 20-something year old, someone who is a friend of a friend or an extra on set~ I just think as flirty and charming as he is, he’d be one to get as red as a tomato around his little crush <3

What do you think? I’d love to hear your take!

Okay, so first, sorry it took me so long to respond, I saw this ask and I got an Idea™ and I had to run with it because why not? Second, I hope you like what I came up with as an answer, I tried. So here it is:

Ask Her

Pedro Pascal x Reader

A/N: I haven't written anything in forever, I'm still suffering from Writer's Block so go easy on me. Also it's not proofread and it's 6:40 in the morning so any mistakes are my bad. Special thanks to @ziggyrocket for the support 💜.

Warnings: None

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It was the third time that day that you felt his eyes on you, and when you turned around to look at him, you saw him look away quickly.

Next to him, Bella, rolled their eyes. "You know you could just go over and talk to her," they pointed out.

He shook his head. "And say what?"

"Umm how about 'Hi, how are you? How’s your day going?’ to start with."

“Right and then what?”

“Then you have a conversation like a normal person…” Nico chimed in from his other side.

“And eventually ask her out,” Bella finished, “because this whole staring and then looking away thing is ridiculous.”

“Yeah and you clearly like her,” Nico added.

Pedro averted his eyes and looked down at his phone in his hands, clearly not wanting to admit to anything.

Nico and Bella exchanged glances over his head and with a mischievous glint in their eye, Bella gasped, “Oh, she’s looking over here!”

Pedro’s head shot up, his cheeks turning a bright red, as he looked over to where you were; but you were deep in conversation with one of the other make-up artists, not even remotely looking that way.. Nico and Bella snickered at him. He sighed and shook his head at them.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Bella said, “I was just proving our point.”

Nico nodded. “Eventually, you’re gonna have to talk to her.”

As fate would have it, “eventually” came sooner than expected. Later that week, you were assigned to do his make-up, since the artist that regularly did it was out for the day. So, when Pedro walked in and saw you standing there, he stopped abruptly and just stared for a second. You didn’t notice at first, since your back was turned, but when you looked into the mirror and saw him standing there, looking at you, you smiled wide and turned around.

“Hi.”

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He then cleared his throat. “Hi,” he managed to get out. “Um, where’s…?”

“She had something she had to do, family I think, so you have me today,” you answer, “I promise, you’re in good hands.” You gave him another smile and gestured for him to sit in the chair.

He sat and you began carefully applying his make-up. At first you worked in silence, neither of you sure of what to say.

You had felt his eyes on you from the moment you walked on set. You weren’t so sure that it meant anything in the beginning. You were, after all, just a lowly make-up artist, not even the primary one, why would someone like him even look twice at you? But as time went on, you started to notice it more and more. It really hit you when, one day, you were touching up Nico’s make-up and she casually joked that he seemed to perk up more when you were around.

“He smiles more,” she’d said, “it’s almost like he’s had an extra strong cup of coffee.”

“Mind you,” Gabriel had chimed in, “he doesn’t really need it.”

You all laughed. Pedro’s hyperactivity was well known. Which made his current silence a bit odd.

He’s nervous, you thought.

He cleared his throat again, bringing you back to the present. You figured that you might as well strike up some kind of conversation. Funnily enough, he had the same thought.

“So…” you both began at the same time. Then you stopped. You looked at him and you both burst into laughter.

“You go ahead,” you said.

He shook his head. “Nah, you go.”

“Gentlemen first,” you commented with a smirk.

He laughed at that, then asked, “What are you listening to?”

“Huh?” you touched the earbud you had in your ear that was playing a song softly. “Oh, just some music to wake me up.”

He raised his eyebrows and gestured with his hand for you to explain more.

“Prince,” you said simply, “Raspberry Beret.”

He smiled wide at that. “Love that song.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Hmm, okay,” you said, and put the brush and powder you had in your hand down on the table behind you.

You went over to your bag and dug around in it.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Normally,” you began, “I just keep my earbuds in, because I know not everyone likes the same music I do… aha,” you said triumphantly as you pulled out your mini bluetooth speaker, “but when I’m alone, I use this.”

You turned on the speaker and set it on the table, then connected your phone. Soon the beat began and you both sang along. “I was working part-time in a five and dime, my boss was Mr. McGee…”

You picked up your brush again and started back on his make-up, your head bopping along to the song.

After that, it seemed like the ice had been broken. He started asking you more questions: where you from, how long you had been doing make-up, favorite color, etc. You answered all of them with ease, and asked him more questions in return.

Before you knew it, you were finished. “All right, all done,” you announced.

“That was quick,” he said. In truth, you had taken a little bit longer than you normally would have, you just wanted to spend a bit more time with him. “Um, I guess I better get going…”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” you said, as you put away the brushes and other things. You both were shy again.

“I’ll, um, I’ll see you out there,” he said, standing and stretching.

You turned and looked up at him, into his eyes. That made him blush. You smiled and you felt your own cheeks grow warm. “Yeah, of course.”

After that, he was more comfortable around you. From time to time the both of you could be found, earbuds in, heads bobbing along to some song or another or dancing around to music blasting from your portable bluetooth speaker. It was obvious to everyone who spent five minutes around the two of you that you both liked each other; there were inside jokes, laughter, and shared looks between you two, but the weeks went by and nothing more happened.

Bella and Nico were frustrated with this. How was it possible that the most outgoing person they knew, couldn’t even bring himself to ask you out, when it was obvious that he wanted to?

Bella approached him again. “All I’m saying is you need to…”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” Bella argued.

“You were gonna say I need to ask her out,” Pedro responded.

“Well you do,” Nico said.

“She won’t say yes.”

“You don’t know that,” they both said at the same time.

“All we’re saying is it won’t hurt to ask,” Bella said.

“It would hurt if she said no,” he pointed out.

“Which she won’t do,” Nico added, rolling her eyes.

“How do you…?”

“How do we know? By the way she looks at you,” Bella sighed

“She doesn’t…”

“Yeah, she does, she looks at you the same way you look at her.”

Pedro sighed and shook his head.

"What’s the problem?” Bella asked. “There’s something else isn’t there?”

He looked around, making sure they were alone, before confessing the one thing that was holding him back. “I-I’m too old,” he said quietly.

Bella and Nico exchanged glances, then started giggling.

“It’s not funny.”

“No, but it is,” Bella said, “because it’s bullshit. If she didn’t like you she wouldn’t spend nearly as much time around you as she does, she wouldn’t talk to you as much as she does, none of it. I’m sure your age means nothing to her.”

“Exactly,” Nico agreed, nodding, then looking around she spotted you talking to someone. “So, what you’re gonna do is go over there and ask her out, and,” she said ignoring Pedro’s grunt of protest, “she’s gonna say yes, and you’re gonna take her somewhere nice.”

Pedro stared at you, as you talked and laughed with one of the other crew members, his nerves getting the best of him again. He wanted to go over to you, but his feet felt rooted to the spot. He looked at Bella and Nico and shook his head. He couldn’t do it. He looked back over at you, the conversation you were having had come to an end, and you were standing there, going through one of your bags, looking for something.

At that moment, you looked up and around, spotting him. You smiled and he did the same, swallowing around the lump grown in his throat. He felt Bella push him forward slightly and sighed. They weren’t going to let this go until he did something, he knew. So, he squared his shoulders and walked over to you, smiling and blushing, but determined.

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bella-buggied · 1 year

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hey! please do a one shot where bella is mad at reader (for some reason you can create) and ignores her but then someone is being rude at the reader so bella ends up defending her and comforting her. <3

Thank you!!!

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pairing: bella ramsey x actress!reader

warnings: slut shaming, misunderstandings

note: this is my first request!! i hope i do alright lol i'll try my best. they/them pronouns for bella. oh also, i made it set in the met gala because bella looked so good in there and i just thought it would be cool. this is around 2.5k words guys ho-ly

It wasn't like they were in the wrong. They weren't and you knew it. Bella knew you knew that too, they had very explicitly let you know with their yelling that day.

You were just too stubborn to admit you had made a mistake and Bella was too proud to settle down after a 'pathetic attempt of an apology' from your part. Typical of you two, always on and off.

And it was fine, if Bella wasn't up to having a civil conversation, you weren't going to explain things either. Bella could stay mad for as long as they wanted, and could ghost you and keep pretending to hate you, but you knew Bella couldn’t live without you.

Except this time it seemed different. Because Bella had stormed out your house and driven away only to not come back the next day, and now it had been a month since your argument and your fights never went on for longer than a week, and maybe— just maybe, it was over.

You were okay with that too.

It’s not like you were dependent on them. And you were still mad at them for their childish attitude during the argument. What kind of person walks away during a fight and leaves you with the words on your mouth? Bella, apparently.

Your life kept going as always, an argument wasn’t worth moping and you were in a very busy point in your career right now —you both were— you couldn’t just stop and be all depressed about it.

Sure, at nights like this where the only thing you could do was replay the fight on your head over and over again, you started to miss them and wish Bella could talk to you again because at the end of the day you had been at fault and you felt for them in a way. But you wouldn’t fold that easily, they had to apologize too for their reckless behavior.

And your fans seemed to have noticed, being in the middle of a press tour, they saw you very so often in interviews and they could tell that even though you seemed fine, the bags under your eyes weren’t just because of jet lag. Your usual posts on social media had diminished to almost zero in this whole month and a half, the only post you had made was just you promoting your latest movie with photos of you and the cast in behind the scenes.

Even the fans had noticed the lack of comments from Bella.

Before your argument, they’d comment on every post and would spam compliments at you, showing off the 'magnificent girlfriend' they had and being overprotective about you when other people complimented you.

The comment section under those pictures seemed empty without Bella’s witty words.

People were already talking. Had you two broken up? After seven long months of a very public relationship with very private ups and downs? Of course they didn’t know about those, they didn’t really know anything else about your very flawed relationship with Bella. They didn’t know anything, not about your mini breakups every now and then, and not about the fights that would normally end in apologies and giggles and making out.

But they knew something was going on this time, because this was more definitive. This could actually mean a real breakup.

And sure, you didn’t let it get to you, you had stuff to do. You couldn’t let something so personal impact on professional life. It was absolutely forbidden.

And yet they were catching up.

Rumors and articles about your breakup coming up and neither of you commenting about it. Just silently reading them and wondering whether the other agreed with the statement or not. Because neither of you knew if you two were actually broken up.

The night of The Met Gala you were very nervous as your stylist helped you with your outfit. You knew they were gonna be there too, and you didn’t know what to do.

Of course you wouldn’t run to them and forget about all of it. But being in the carpet separately could be the confirmation everyone else needed. The one you needed. Walking across that carpet alone knowing Bella was there too, also alone, meant finalizing your relationship to you and to the public.

You weren’t so sure you wanted that.

Of course you didn’t, you loved Bella, even with all the ups and downs, and their stubbornness and their pride. In a way that’s what you loved more about them, even if that was the thing separating you both right now. You couldn’t simply bring yourself to hate them.

Especially not when you know it was your mistake that started it all. That ended it all. That was a better way to put it.

But it wasn’t your fault, not completely at least. If Bella had only listened to your explanation —because you weren’t apologizing, you’d been explaining what happened— things would be so much different.

Maybe you’d be walking into the carpet hand in hand instead of all by yourselves.

You needed to stop thinking about it. It wasn’t worth it. Tonight was supposed to be fun, it was your first time being invited to the gala, and you wouldn’t let Bella and the memories ruin the fun.

It was Bella’s first time on The Met too, and you two were supposed to walk in together, sit together, and have fun together.

But past was past, and if tonight your relationship ended for real, headlines announcing your breakup and flashing lights and voices asking about you two, then that’s what it was meant to happen. And you’d try your best to smile through all of it.

With a sigh and giving a last look at yourself in the mirror, you were ready. You didn’t even realize when your hair and makeup team finished their job, but you looked great. You were wearing a pearl colored dress with tons of ruffles and your hair was up in a long braid falling over your shoulder. You actually loved it, with all the little details and the tons of pearls that adorned your hair.

The cat eyeliner was sharp and you loved it too, your makeup artist was great at always making you look good, even if you looked like shit, she always managed to cover your eye bags almost impeccably. You were super thankful for that.

When you walked out of the hotel and the flashing lights started, it was like everything that once perturbed you vanished into thin air, you did the switch from your personal self to your professional self nearly instantly and your smile grew as you made your way to the car that would take you there.

It didn’t matter now, besides, the Met was all about the drama and everything. The breakup would just feed into it more and you knew that would bring more attention to you. You couldn’t wait to be inside and see what happens on the other side of the carpet, where only the most influential people are allowed to go in. And this time you were included on the list.

The carpet looked huge when you stepped on it, and if your stylist wasn’t by your side you might’ve fainted right there. Sure, it was exciting, but also terrifying. What if you fell? What if you stepped on your dress?

And of course you had to arrive right after them. Your eyes immediately followed after Bella, like an instinctive reaction to their presence, two magnets pulling into each other. They were already halfway through. They looked great too, there was no point in denying it.

The lights came flashing you again, and you couldn’t hide your smile, posing and showing off your outfit that you were so proud of. Your nails were your favorite part of the outfit if you were honest, wine red, almond shaped nails that contrasted with the natural tones of the rest of your attire. It was a perfect match with your lips too, and you thought it was an amazing detail to add onto your whole look of the night.

You couldn’t really listen to everyone yelling at you to get a nice shot of you. People asking you to twirl and show off your nails, to look over your shoulder, and to blow kisses at the camera. That you could do.

You waved hello to the other celebrities and actors who waved at you, so excited to be there and be a part of this whole night. Everything was exciting, seeing your heroes walk beside you and acknowledging your presence felt like a dream.

Once you walked closer and deeper into the carpet, that’s when you started making out the words coming from the photographers and the presenters asking you questions about your outfit.

You gladly answered as best as you could, giving credit to every single person involved with it. “Of course, everything was his magnificent idea, he put everything together to make me look as good. I wouldn’t be anywhere without him, really.” You pointed at your stylist, who only laughed from afar and shook his head.

“Can you show us your braid? It is absolutely amazing!” The woman with the microphone gasped as you twirled around and gave them a better look at the hairstyle.

“Okay, the pearls were my idea, I do gotta admit that.” You giggled, once the love for the thing was shown.

“Wonderful!”

As you kept walking and you got closer to Bella, it seemed like they were going slower on purpose, you didn’t want to think about that. A photographer stopped you again, and of course you wanted to stay there for as long as Bella was inside the twenty feet radius of distance.

They were not on your side of the carpet, still a few feet away. You two were back against each other, and your mistake was turning to check them out for a second.

Then the comments from the press started to shift into the drama that you swore you didn’t care about. Except you did.

“Is it true you and Bella broke up?”

“How is single life going for you?”

“Is it true you cheated on her?”

“People say you’re a slut, how many people did you sleep with?”

A million different variations of the same question suddenly thrown at you, making you stumble on your feet and almost tripping with your heels. You looked around, ignoring the questions as you kept trying to keep your smile going.

Your stylist only smiled at you offering comfort and reminding you to breathe through your nose. You did that, and kept walking as the questions kept going.

How different it is when you’re actually confronted with all those thoughts you’ve been asking yourself in your head. Did you? Did you really cheat on them?

Of course not, it had been an accident, you perfectly knew it. You kept reminding yourself of that. He had kissed you, and you’d pushed him back as soon as it happened. No matter how hard you tried to explain it to them, Bella refused to listen.

It wasn’t your fault, and Bella was in their right to be mad, but the guilt still consumed you every night. Now with these questions, said out loud, you didn’t know if you could keep going.

You opened you eyes when you felt the hand on your hip, holding you tight. You gulped seeing who it was. Bella looked at you with deep eyes, full with sorrow and regret, as well as anger. You didn’t want to smile, not then. Not after everything.

Not when they left you like that.

But you did, and Bella smiled too, and their grip on your hip became only tighter as Bella stared at the cameras with defiance.

“What did you say shitheads?” They yelled, tilting their head and pursing their lips.

The questions stopped in an instant, and you didn’t know what to think. What was happening? Was Bella really holding you again? Defending you from all the harassment?

You felt like you were going to faint again, and so you rested your head on theirs, posing for the pictures because they weren’t stopping, and even with everything going on, it was still your job to look good.

“Are you alright?” they whispered into your ear, and you simply nodded, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at them again. “Let’s keep going.”

They slightly pushed you forward and so you two kept walking into the next little bundle of reporters who had appreciated the whole scene and kept whispering stuff to themselves. Bella only looked at them that same way and then they stopped.

Who would’ve thought a nineteen year old could hold so much power enough to leave shut a bunch of grown adults just with a look?

“Have anything nice to say? No? Well then you can stay shut like that.” Bella kept chewing on their gum like it was any other day, like you were together.

And then they did it. Bella grabbed your chin and posted a big old kiss on your lips, proving to everybody else and to you that no, you two weren’t broken up. And yes, you still belonged to them.

You still wanted that apology, even when you gave into the kiss. The flashes around you became louder and louder and the questions started once again, but now you couldn’t think of anything else that wasn’t how good their minty breath tasted after so long of being without it.

It felt like heaven, but you pulled apart to take a good look at them. Their black and pearly outfit perfectly matched the pearls embedded onto your dark hair and you wondered if it was a coincidence or you two were just that connected.

“Don’t think I’m forgiving you for just leaving like that.” you whispered with a faint smile on your face, shoving their shoulder away.

They stuck their tongue out to you and scrunched their nose in that way they knew you loved. “And I still don’t want to listen how you snogged your co-star.”

You widened your eyes and shook your head, knowing that they were teasing you now. You couldn’t believe it. “Bell— this time I’m gonna leave.”

But Bella only smiled wider and pulled you closer into another kiss. The only thing you could do was finally wrap your hands around their neck and melt into them.

You two were together again, and it would be rocky, like everything else in your relationship, but after this you felt like you could handle everything that came your way.

You knew that after this event you weren’t going to any after parties, you two had a lot of catching up to do, and a lot of apologies to say.

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lias-writings · 11 months

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Feminine girlfriend headcannons

request: no

pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader

tw: fluff, feminine!reader, mentions of public affection, mentions of men,

summary: headcannons of Bella having super feminine girlfriend <3

a/n: before anything, i do not want people to think I am gendering makeup, dresses etc. “feminine” becase idk how else to call it and regardless of if you’re a female/male/non-binary you can dress/wear makeup how ever you want, okay I hope you understand, enjoy<33

masterlist

🎀 first of all I just know bella would love watching you getting all dolled up even to just go shopping

🎀 bella being hot, rich actor would definitely spoil you as much as he can, they would buy you any clothes or makeup you desire

🎀 sometimes she would let you do their makeup or skincare but just becase he can’t say no to you

🎀 I feel like bella would love when you wear mini skirts/dresses, but hate when others, especially men are staring!!

🎀 even tho your closet is mostly pastel-coloured, you love wearing bella’s baggy tomboy t-shirts

🎀 and they would love you wearing them even more

🎀 most of the time bella’s amazed with the magic you can do with makeup or the complicated hairstyles you’re able to create on your head

🎀 whenever you get the opportunity you love to curl their hair cuz they look amazing with the waves (the gif🧎🏿‍♀️)

ANYWAY

🎀 bella loves to show you off so whenever she has some event going on, they take you to the red carpet with her and always make sure you two are matching

🎀 if you are also famous she’s at all of your important events/premieres!!

🎀 one of bella’s love languages is gift giving so whenever he sees you admiring a new bag or a fancy dress, few days later you have it laying on your bed in a gift bag/box with a small gift-card from your lovely partner <33

🎀 whenever a dude in a public is staring at you they always wrap an arm around your waist and hold you closer to them

🎀 bella loves shopping with you, their favorite part is when you get home and you’re trying on all the stuff you bought putting on a little show

🎀 you have matching bracelets you made for the two of you awwh

🎀 talking about bracelets bella loves buying you a fancy jewelry, they definitely got you a promise ring on your either b-day or anniversary

🎀 let’s stick to the rings; whenever you buy a new ring for bella they wear it for next interview and whenever the interviewer mentions their ring she’s always like “yeah, my gf got me this!”

🎀 bella’s definitely a sucker for thighs so when you’re wearing short skirt it’s hard for them to keep their hands to themselves

🎀 if you’re the type of person that would say “there is nothing in there” while staring at the closet filled to bursting with clothes they’d would just raise an eyebrow and give you one of their comfy grey sweatshirt <33

🎀 matching earrings!!!

🎀 you stealing one of their t-shirts and them asking you after like 6 moths if you don’t know where that t-shirt is

🎀 when you and bella officially announced that you are a couple people were shocked cuz you “didn’t look gay” ( no because how are we fem!lesbians/bi/pan girls supposed to look gay? )

🎀 if you are not famous, you definitely had a social media and dating an actor kinda helped raising the numbers up so you may or may not started thinking about posting grwm’s/makeup tutorials if you do bella’s always commenting something like “first” or “can I get a hi🥺”

🎀 last but not least you two would definitely became the “it couple” as the perfect example of masc! and fem! or some shit like that. 😍

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quickiesgirl · 1 year

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Alone at Last - Joel Miller

Paring: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Vaginal Fingering, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, My Shitty Writing.

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I posted my last fic, but while writing requests I thought I'd make this little fic because I'm so in love with Joel rn. <3

“Mind pouring me a glass, cowboy?” You asked from a distance, gazing into the living room at Joel, who sat on the couch, awaiting your arrival with an open bottle of Jack Daniels.

It was a housewarming present from his brother, welcoming you into the community of Jackson, Wyoming, where you and Joel decided to settle down with Ellie.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Joel’s low southern accent melts like honey as it flows through your ears. You’ll never get used to those initial butterflies you feel when he speaks.

He swallows back the dark liquor and grabs the bottle on the coffee table, pouring you a fine glass of Tennessee whiskey. His chocolate brown eyes narrow on your body, ogling the way your hips sway in those tight, blue jeans as you walk over to him.

The tips of your fingers pulled the glass out of his hand before plopping down beside him, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you in close, allowing you to snuggle comfortably into his side.

You hadn’t had a drop of whiskey since you were in the Boston QZ, which felt like years ago. You savored every sip of the aged liquor. Smooth with the flavor of oak and vanilla on your tastebuds. For being one of the last sold bottles, weeks before the outbreak, it was still delicious.

You rest your hand upon his thigh and take this opportunity to admire your lover. Especially the sexy salt and pepper look sprinkled in his messy hair and scruffy beard, and those adorable lines creasing by his eyes as a smile spreads across his plush lips before taking another sip.

The sight of Joel made your hips shift against the cushion and your thighs feverishly clench together. An action he can’t help but notice.

“You know, Ellie’s asleep in her room...” You say with that yearnful, needy gaze, Joel knew all too well. He couldn’t tell you the countless times you’ve given him that look, then the next minute, you were being pounded with his hand over your mouth, trying to keep you quiet.

“Oh, yeah?” His brows raise knowingly, watching you smirk as your hand moves further up his thigh. “Mm huh, and I think you know what that means.”

“Oh, I bet I do, sweetheart,” Joel mutters, leaning in slowly and meeting his soft lips to yours. You carefully set the glasses aside and lay your hands against his clothed chest, fingers gripping at the fabric material of his button-up. Warmth consumes your body as you hungrily push deeper into the intimate kiss.

“C’mere, honey.” His thick, calloused hand pats his upper thigh and offers you a seat, which you immediately take, grabbing ahold of his shoulders and straddling his lap.

Joel’s warm breath tickles your inner neck as he moves in close and suckles your sweet spots between hot, sensual kisses while undoing the buttons of your flannel shirt till your tits are exposed.

“Fuck, baby.” He sighs, hands gliding along your body and up your curves, caressing your soft, supple skin, sending shivers of lust down your spine. His hands reach up, cupping your bare breasts in either hand and massaging them gently, feeling your nipples harden against his cool skin.

Your fingers run through his hair, gently tugging as you roll your hips into the prominent bulge beneath you, putting pressure upon your labia, attempting to relieve the ache between your thighs. You bite at your bottom lip, shutting up all the needy whimpers you wanted to let out at that moment to not wake Ellie.

“I’m gonna make this sweet, little pussy feel so damn good,” Joel whispers in your ear, feeling the heat radiating off your clothed cunt against his thigh as he reaches down and pulls at the zipper of your jeans.

A shiver shoots through your body, watching him slip into the waistband of your pretty black panties and begin gliding his fingers through your lips.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He groans, circling your entrance with his calloused fingertips before slipping two digits into your tight pussy.

Your bottom lip parts from your top, and a pretty pornographic moan escapes your mouth. Joel's fingers are much thicker than your own, becoming coated with your juices as they slide along your inner walls, and swirl themselves in a clockwise motion.

Keeping that rhythm for a moment before his strong fingers curl forward against the rough patch of your upper wall, simulating your g-spot, making your hips buck at the sensation, your bushy mound filling the palm of his hand.

“Oh, J-Joel-” You moan breathily, a coil tightening in your stomach and pussy gripping around him. All your nerves suddenly set to fire as your mind enters a lustful haze, only able to focus on the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

Joel's heavy cock strains against the rough material of his jeans, and eyes dance over every inch of your body, like how your bosom was heaving in that thin flannel and how your thighs practically vibrated around his. The sound of your wet pussy and sweet moans was music to your ears.

“That’s it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well~”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning loudly as his thumb moves up and makes lazy circles around your swollen clit, which throbbed beneath the pad of his thumb. Your walls contract around him. The tension grew greater, ready to snap at any second. “J-Joel, I’m so close!”

“C’mon, sweetheart, cum all over my fingers.”

That was all you needed to hear to send you crying out in pleasure, orgasmic shockwaves gripping your body as your toes curl in your heavy boots and thighs shudder til they are weak.

Arousal gushes across his thick fingers, whispering sweet praises in your ear, working you through your powerful orgasm before you’re so sensitive and dazed that your head lulls forward, resting upon his shoulder.

A smile spreads across your lips as you feel your lover's fingers remove themselves from your fluttering cunt, and instead slip them into his mouth, suckling off your sweet juices.

You press a couple of kisses along his scruffy jawline and snake your hand down, palming the large, protruding tent in his pants. Joel moans softly, messy hair pressing into the wall behind him as his dick twitches in your grasp.

You shift off his lap and kneel between his spread legs, eyes gazing up into his so sensually as you begin undoing his jeans, “Let me take care of you.”

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lilpotatjj · 1 year

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omg I just read ‘My desire for you’ it was so freaking good!!! Do you think you could write a smut in which Bella suggests trying to scissor..? Reader thinks she’s being silly and that it would be a hard/uncomfortable position. But then they try it and reader enjoys the feeling of them rubbing together soo much that she begs Bella not to stop

A/N: this idea is so great and I loved it to write so thank you. I really need more ideas like that cause it's too cute >3< thanks and enjoy 😘

Warning: scissoring, kisses and just sweet and horny guuuurls having random fun

Wordcount: 700

TOO GOOD TO STOP (18+)

"give me the popcorn!" Bella says playfully cheeky and reaches over you to get it.

"come and get it!" You just grin stupidly and hold the popcorn away deliberately so that she can't reach it. With a big pout she drops her face onto your chest while lying half over you.

"What are you giving up for?" you tease her and hug her. It's all very typical movie night.

you think and notice how Bella keeps trying to move to find the right position so she can get to the popcorn. "haha....you're going to have to try a little harder than that...." you smile and feel her pussy rubbing against yours. Bella, who is no longer concentrating on the popcorn or the film, continues to hide her face inside you. "w...wait ok ok...that's enough...that's weird, what are you doing?" you blush embarrassingly.

"getting the popcorn..." she whispers without looking up and you unintentionally let out a small but very sweet moan. "ah....s....sorry I did-...I just...." She moves on very gently and looks up at you.

"do you want me to stop?" my god she looks at you turned on. You pause for a moment, unsure if this is the right thing to do and suddenly she wants to get off you. "It's ok...sorry, I didn't mean to offend you..." Her sad undertone could not be ignored.

"wait...please i didn't tell you to stop" now you look at her with longing eyes. "that felt good...really...you wanna try again?...seriously...come on" you look a little reluctant, after all you are just best friends.... aren't you?

She looks you in the eye and puts her hand on your left cheek, starts kissing you absolutely tenderly, makes you just melting into her. The tingling sensation runs through your whole body and is like an adrenaline rush without warning. The kiss intensifies and you fall backwards so that Bella is lying directly on top of you and without hesitation begins to move gently against your cunt.

You intuitively press your hips against her to somehow intensify the feeling that arises inside you. An intoxicating moan comes from Bella, completely forgetting that you only wanted to watch a film, you separate from the kiss only for her to continue just as quickly on your neck. you try to let yourself fall even more and join in with her moan. She just keeps riding you and gets faster, the reason you claw at her back to find a hold, not to lose control because of the tingling.

"wait....." She sits up for a moment to take off her trousers and underwear, which takes you completely by surprise.

"may i....?" She points to my trousers and you nod yes, completely embarrassed but totally aroused.

When your clothes have gone too, you look at each other in a daze and she bends over you again. The feeling, skin on skin, is indescribable. Bella kisses you softly on the mouth again to take away your shyness and can't help but ride you further. Surprised by the even more intense feeling that strikes like lightning through your body, you moan loudly and cover your mouth in horror. "don't...I want to hear you..... you sound so sweet..."

She gets faster and faster and by now you can clearly hear that you are both totally aroused.

"fuck...your so freakin' wet, all for me? your so naughty!"

You can't help but moan louder and louder after her words. The feeling in your stomach is too big, it's getting bigger and bigger.

"I'm about to cum" Bella says in a husky and almost broken voice, keeping up the pase. She can't hold back the loud moan any longer and comes straight as she lays her head on your neck, overwhelmed by all the feelings. Moaning too sweetly for you will also bring you to the climax. You gasp for air but you're just a moaning mess, trying to find light.

Completely out of breath, Bella just looks at you without saying anything, almost as if she's sorry.

"your such a savage Bella...." You lean up and just have to kiss her.

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adorethedistance · 1 year

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Bella Ramsey X Fem!Reader | ig edit

A/n: Okay so I’ve never made an IG edit before but I’ve always wanted to and I figured since I’m currently on the Bella Ramsey hype train that I would make one of dating them. I’m super stoked abt this and I hope y’all like it!!

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insxghtt · 1 year

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percentages — bella ramsey x reader

You found the video and now Bella had to deal with it.

warnings: none. just fluff.

this was not requested but i just had to do it. it's short, but i did my best ok? and remember that english is not my first language, so i'm really sorry if there's any mistakes.

Bella was sitting in the kitchen island eating her cereal like every morning. Suddenly, you show up on the kitchen with your phone on your hands. Bella couldn't see it, but you were already recording.

"Babe, are you busy?", you asked.

"No, why?"

"I wanna show you something I learned, I think you're gonna love it", you smiled, and they just nodded.

You positioned your phone on the balcony. Bella looked at the screen and realized that they were showing up on the corner of the screen, but it didn't bother them. They knew you liked to record tiktoks and they even found it cute. It wasn't like you were making tiktoks with them all the time, but occasionally you liked to try those couple trends.

But then: Bella's worst nightmare. "Percentages" started to play, and they watched as you copied the exact same choreography as the video.

They covered their eyes for a moment, not believing that you had found that video. Then, they went back to watch you dancing to the music.

"Oh gosh, please don't", Bella got up and stopped right behind you, but you continued to dance.

You could see her face on the screen and couldn't hold your laughter, but you tried your best to remember every move.

"Oh my gosh, stop!", Bella touched your shoulder, but you didn't stop, so they proceeded to hold your waist, making you laugh even more. "Stoooop it!"

You finally stopped dancing and turned to face them.

"You liked it?", you asked.

Bella stared at your pinky cheeks from the dancing. Their arms were still holding you close, and your faces were close now. God, you were just perfect. They smiled while staring at your lips.

"You're an idiot."

"But you love me."

"Yes. Yes, I do love you."

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ANGELS WEPT.

warnings: tlou2 ellie williams x fem/gen! reader. reader dies instead of joel! no use of ‘y/n’. hurt with basically no comfort. lmk if i forgot anything!!

may also be good for this ask : i live for angst so can you please write an ellie x fem!reader and make it as angsty as possible like no comfort 😇🙏🙏 -anon

this was originally just a guilty pleasure drabble so i’ll still do another for that ask specifically.

even though i’m ridiculously proud of this, i’m very very sorry for the emotional turmoil you’re going to experience. should i do a part 2 for this?

part 1.5 , part 2 , part 2.5

“baby please get up!” ellie’s voice vibrated around the room as she sobbed, looking for any sign you were gonna move. her body resisting and thrashing under the people restraining her.

her eyes flip from the two people talking over your body and your bloody swollen face. you were still so pretty to her, even in your current state.

“i’m gonna fucking k-kill all of you.” she fights against the people holding her down. her feet kicking against the floor but the people restricting her don’t budge.

“she doesn’t deserve this. please.” ellie begs, sobs becoming more prominent as the girl, the one seemingly leading the abuse, lifts up the golf club again. “s-she’s 18!! and she still cries when she sees clickers. i promise you have the wrong person.”

“baby fuckin’- get up!” she directs her yelling back to you once she sees the girl hesitate with the metal above her head. she tries her best to get from the ground, to come save you.

when the club came down once more, the scream that left ellie was gut-wrenching. the people around her flinched, birds flew from miles around, angels wept.

the girl comes and stands over her now, “tell joel he’s fucking next.” she mutters before turning around, her dirty blonde braid moving with her. that was the last thing she heard apart from her shaky sobs before everything went dark.

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when she awakes again, she’s surrounded by silence. it’s almost peaceful and she doesn’t remember what happened until her eyes lock on your still figure.

“no- no no no.” she scrambles toward you, wincing when there’s a particularly strong thump in her skull.

“baby? you’re okay,” she gently pulls you into her arms, not even bothering to check your pulse out of fear that it may not be there. “i’m so sorry, so so sorry.”

she gives herself a second to let the tears temporarily tattoo their trails on her flushed cheeks before standing and hustling you up into her arms. her heart cracks even more when she doesn’t feel your body twitch, or curl into her like it does when she’s carrying you to bed after a long day.

it takes her a few minutes to get you up and onto shimmer but when she gets you both up there, she does her best to wrap your limp arms around her. kissing your bloody forehead before whipping the reins with a certain determination.

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“fucking- open them!!” ellie yells as she comes up on the gates, her voice trembling and weak.

once the gates open, she rides shimmer into town before dropping down off of her, still holding you bridal style in her arms. “help me!!”

her voice is full of agony, heartbreak. at first it’s a few people peeping out of windows, then eventually coming out into the street. joel steps out a second later, recognizing the broken sound of ellie’s voice and assuming the worst.

at the sight of her father figure she immediately bursts into tears, dropping to her knees.“joel- they- i can’t-“

she hyperventilates as she holds your body close to her chest. the cold snow making the knees of her denim jeans damp. “she needs help, they-“

ellie’s sobs consume her completely, ears drowning in white noise. she doesn’t notice the group surrounding her until maria places a hand on her shoulder.

“we have to see if- if she’s alive el.” she says gently. ellie hesitates before gently laying you on the snow-covered ground, she’s never prayed before but as the medics fingers come up to your neck she prays to every single god she’s ever heard of.

she prays for your heart to still beat, for your recovery, for her girl to still be with her. the medic shakes their head softly after a few seconds, a solemn expression on their face.

ellie’s once shallow sniffles turn into screams of denial, to rapid breaths, to using her shaking hands to pull you back into her arms.

“this isn’t real. this isn’t real. you’re- you’re fucking wrong!” she screams in the medics general direction. not noticing how people start to disperse once the seriousness of the situation is realized.

“my girl, my sweet girl…” she whispers against your temple. they say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes. but her heart is still a steady thump when her life comes whirling around her in gentle smiles, belly laughs, and light-hearted teasing.

she thinks about how you’d greet her with tired smiles after a long day of patrol. she thinks of how it felt to wrap her arms around you from behind as you made a meal. she thinks of your bright eyes, your timid smiles that were reserved only for her.

she thinks of how she’ll never be able to experience it again. how she never gets to hear you call her ‘els’ or ‘my love’ anymore. how she will never experience a love like this one ever again in her life.

“the main girl said ‘tell joel he’s fucking next.’” she’s quiet for a few seconds after releasing this information until she looks up at him with a menacing glare.

“i don’t know what the fuck you did- or who the fuck you killed. but i lost my- my future wife over it. fucking fix it joel.”

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