#s: tlou

[attackoneyebrows]

that's how we show love.

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlouedit #tlouhboedit #man this ep was......a lot #from the unexpected way the bill and frank story went #like wtf wtf double s word no #to the tess callbacks #the scene around the table and then the letter....... #then the final joel ellie moments #where he finally accepts that shes worth saving #man............this whole ep #exhausting #tlou spoilers

[les4elliewilliams]

OK OK HMO

How about ellie giving reader anal as a punishment kinda thing for coming home so late after a party?? PLS I LOVE MEAN ELLIE

omgomg. I swear I'm so obsessed with mean Ellie. Sure, she's lovely and she can be such a sweet, caring, thoughtful girlfriend. Put your health and well-being above everything else, but at the same time, she can be a big meanie. And all I can think of is that one coworker!ellie fic I wrote not too long ago. She's such a meanie, I would love to fight her ass for hours to be honest, even for no reason at all; just seeing her getting all riled up and fuming red is such a turn on?????? like be mean to me i'll cum. ANYWAYS!!

cw ; wc: 4k words approximately. anal sex, smut (no shit! ik.). she accuses you of cheating, and she won't let you cum ;( dom!ellie if it wasn't obvious. kind of rushed towards the end and not proofread, sorry :((

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

Afterparty punishment.

As you stepped out of the Uber, you were blinded by the bright glow of your phone's screen. You stared at all the lost calls and texts from your girlfriend, chewing on your bottom lip. Though you had heard your phone ringing, you wanted to stay longer with your friends and unwind after a long and stressful week at work. But your girlfriend had made it clear that she expected you to be home by midnight, and it was already 3 in the morning. You couldn't help but wish that she was sound asleep by the time you entered your small shared apartment — but you knew it was unlikely. You had a strong feeling that she was up, waiting for you, probably ready to lash out at you for being so late and not answering any of her calls or texts. You could already feel the tension rising as you approached your apartment complex.

You carefully turned the key in the lock, twisting it slowly and quietly, hoping not to disturb her in case she had dozed off while waiting for you to return home. As you pushed the door open, you could hear the low hum of the television set emanating from the living room. You tiptoed forward, trying not to make any noise, but just as you stepped into the room, she turned her head to look at you. Despite the calm expression on her soft features, you knew that she was anything but relaxed. Her eyes bore into you with a piercing intensity, and you could feel the full force of her anger emanating from her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were fixed on your every move, waiting for you to speak first. You could tell that she was furious, and you braced yourself for the storm that was sure to come, letting out a long sigh.

You were the one who broke the silence first "Hi babe." your voice sounded gentle and subdued, your facial expression tinged with a hint of guilt. You slid your coat off your shoulders and hung it by the hooks on the wall. The air inside felt different than when you left to go to your best friend's party, and you could sense something was off. Her voice was soft yet firm and harsh as she replied, "Hey." She didn't even sound as sweet as she did when she said goodbye to you before you left. You kicked your heels off and left them by the door, not bothering to put them away even though you often yelled at Ellie for leaving her worn-out sneakers by the door.

"Where the hell have you been?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger as she stood up from the couch and marched over to you. Her previously calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by frustration and annoyance. Her face was freckled and scrunched up in anger, as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I'm so sorry, I was stuck in a traffic j-" you began, your voice apologetic. But it was clear that she was infuriated with you. She had called you multiple times, texted you, spammed your phone, but you never answered any of her calls. As time passed, she became increasingly worried that something might have happened to you and couldn't believe you could be so careless. She scoffed at your attempt to make up an apology, knowing that it was a lie, she wasn't buying it. She looked at you skeptically, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "A traffic jam?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You expect me to believe you were stuck in the traffic for over three hours?" She shook her head and let out a loud sigh of disapproval. It was clear that she thought you could have come up with a better excuse.

Just when you were about to respond to her rhetorical question, the woman abruptly raised her hand to signal you to keep quiet. "Don't even try to give me that bullshit," she scolded, her voice rising in anger. "You could have at least answered my calls or texted me back. But no, you just leave me sitting here, not knowing where you are or if you're okay." Her frustration was palpable, and she wasn't done yet. "I trusted you to be home by midnight. Do you have any idea how late it is?" she continued, her voice even louder and more incensed. Her arms were tightly crossed, causing her biceps to bulge, and you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on them for a few seconds longer than necessary. So fucking toned, she was too fucking fine even when fuming red and when she looked like she was about to strangle you.

You stood there before her, silent and unmoving as she let loose her verbal barrage. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she continued to scold you. She's all fired up, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body. "It's three in the damn morning," she growled, her words like daggers in your ears. She didn't leave any room for an argument, as if you had any reason to protest. The anger that fuelled her words didn't dim her beauty, though. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over you as you watched her. With her black tank top hugging her curves and torso perfectly, her bulging bicep muscles inviting you to come closer, run your fingertips over her smooth and freckled skin, just like you usually did in the bedroom. The fire in her eyes, her commanding presence, and the way her body moved with each angry gesture all combined to create a powerful aura that was almost...hypnotic. You found yourself inching towards her, your tongue running along your bottom lip, not that she seemed to notice, too busy lashing out at you "Just because I leave you the freedom to go out with your friends doesn't mean you can leave for that long and be completely unreachable," she spat, her lips curling up in disdain. The rage in her voice was like a torrential downpour, drenching you in her fury.

You let out a laugh and watched her face shift from surprise to confusion and eventually to anger. She towered over you, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. "Oh you think this is funny? You think this is fucking funny?" she spat out, her musky scent invading your nostrils as she stepped closer. She took a deep sniff, "What, are you drunk too?" she asked with disdain, this time actually waiting for you to talk "Just tipsy, El."

A scowl etched across her face, the lines around her mouth and between her brows more pronounced. "Who were you with? Cause I'm sure someone kept you there, am I right?" she accused you, her voice low and husky, as if she was battling with her thoughts and emotions. Her words carried a hint of insecurity, a slight crack in her usual confident facade. Her jealousy was a sign of her affection, a sign that she cared deeply for you and feared losing you. She has always been overthinking it since she met you. You were so perfect, too perfect. Out of her league. She knew she was wrong for accusing you, yet her anger and insecurities overtook her logic. It was like a fever that burned deep within her, urging her to let her emotions take control. But she also knew she could trust you, you had proven her multiple times. You were the only thing in her life that gave her a sense of stability, and she was terrified of losing that. Even as she raged and accused, there was a part of her that wished she could take it all back, but the damage was done. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and she didn't know how to fix it, yet she couldn't bite her tongue. "Ellie, are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you?" You felt a sense of disbelief and hurt at her accusatory tone, your eyes narrowing as you tried to understand why she would say such a thing.

"I don't fucking know. Did you?" Words kept slipping from her lips, dripping with venom and malice. You could almost feel the weight of her anger pressing down on you, suffocating you with her wrath. She crossed her arms over her chest like a fortress, her eyes narrowing as she watched you with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion. Her body language was rigid as if she were trying to hold back an explosion of emotion beneath the surface. Her jealousy was undeniable, like a fire burning in the pit of her stomach, consuming her from inside.

"Are you dumb?" you exclaimed. You had never given her any reason to doubt you, so her words hit you like a blow to the gut. Despite her insecurities, she had never accused you of anything like this before, and it left you feeling hurt and confused. Your chest felt tight as if the accusation had left a physical imprint on your body, making it hard to breathe. You looked at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief, not quite sure of how to respond. "Are you a whore?" Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to process what she had just said, and a flush of anger and arousal spread across your chest like wildfire. Your cheeks flamed with a blush, but you tried to suppress it, not wanting her to know how deeply her words had affected you.

"Excuse you?!" You snapped. She kept gazing at you like a laser beam, drilling into your soul. You were unable to move or speak as she stood over you, her toned arms crossed as if daring you to speak out of turn. You were simply speechless, your words dying in your throat, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a ton of bricks. "Did I stutter?" She repeated, her words dripping with sarcasm, and you could see the fury in her green irises. You were left speechless, your mouth open but no sound escaping your lips. "Take your clothes off," she demanded you, her voice low and firm; you were frozen in shock as her words hit your ears. You felt your heart start to race at her words, your mind struggling to comprehend what she was asking you. "Wha-" but she cut you off, predicting your question "Your actions have consequences," her tone stern and unforgiving.

There you were, bent over on the couch, your ass prominently displayed for her hungry and unforgiving eyes and your weight balanced precariously upon the palms of your hands sinking into its cushions, you found yourself in a vulnerable position while her eyes devoured every inch of your exposed skin. She loved the sight of your fucking ass on display for her...man, she was loving every second of it. Love bites covered your collarbone, boobs, and neck. She was rougher than usual – not that you minded, of course. She stood behind you, adorned only in a pair of sleek, black boxer shorts and a strap that hung close to your dripping entrance. The anticipation mounted as she teased and taunted, never actually fucking you like you were begging her to, instead, choosing to punish and drive you insane. She knew the effect she had on you; this was some sort of game to her, a punishment, and she was playing expertly. You were making a mess on the couch, so wet, she swore she had never seen you this needy and desperate for her. Upon your left ass cheek, the imprints of her five fingers stung gently as she kept slapping over the same spot whenever you'd talk back to her with an attitude or when you'd try to ride her black strap, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this one bit.

She held your beloved vibrator dangerously close to your achingly responsive nub at the gentlest setting, but that was enough to send ripples of ecstasy coursing through your throbbing core, making your hips buck into her to seek for more, but again, she wouldn't give it to you. You groaned softly as she hovered over you, "Please, baby, fuck me, please..." You pleaded and pleaded, but she didn't budge. "What is it that you want, hm? My dick?" you whimpered when she set the purple wand pressed onto your clit to a different speed, making your hips wiggle and move around slightly; she knew you were close. "Don't you dare fucking cum without asking first" her voice ringing in your ears like a drumbeat. It was a harsh, demanding tone, but there was something almost musical about it, an undertone of raspy sensuality that turned your stomach in knots. "PleasePlease'mclose" You begged her for mercy, your voice pleading and desperate. You were completely at her mercy, utterly dependent on her for your release. "Baby..." She murmured softly, her voice like velvet laced with silk. This gentleness nonetheless held a mocking undertone that suggested further torture awaited you, leaving a few damp kisses on your back as she supported her half-upper body on your sticky and sweaty back. "If you had been home by midnight, none of this would happen." The gentle reminder hung in the air, another cruel twist of the knife, as she denied you the sweet release you so desperately sought, determined to prolong your punishment for the time being. It was the second time she was doing this, driving you fucking insane. Your walls clenched around emptiness, your whimpers growing increasingly pitiful and urgent. "Ellie... please, I'm going to cum," you pleaded softly. Unable to resist, you thrust your hips backward, seeking more of her; you needed her to fuck you badly, but she wouldn't even fucking touch you. You've been begging and begging for an hour now, still fucking nothing. When she heard you gasp, her emerald eyes traced downward, taking note of the tip of her strap, embedded in your drenched pussy. what a fucking slut, she thought to herself.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she withdrew, leaving you to emit a frustrated whine and an empty feeling behind; your wispy brows furrowed in despair, a picture of helpless longing. "Pleasepleaseplease... need you so badly," you pleaded, your voice wavering and weak. "I want to come on your cock" You failed to persuade her, it gradually dawned on you that she was immune to your usual tactics. A mournful groan echoed through the room as she turned the toy off, your neglected clit throbbing almost painfully. "Ellie, plea-" you began, only to be silenced by her stern interruption "How many hours were you late?" but you sighed, trying to apologize again "Baby, I'm so-" Her hand landed forcefully on your asscheek, followed by a gentle caress to soothe the lingering burn. This contradiction between tenderness and roughness sent shivers through you. An involuntary yelp escaped you, your hips involuntarily flinching away, only to be swiftly guided back into position. "Answer. The. Question, slut." she steely commanded  "Three... three hours," you stammered, your voice thick with lingering desire, your breathing laborated.

Her voice, a mix of raspiness and sweetness, offered an ultimatum, "Last one before I actually let you cum, hmm?"

Three hours late, three orgasms taken away from you.

Finally thrusting into your aching hole and fucking it relentlessly just to pull out of you when you were about to cum. What a fucking dick.

Your body was trembling, your heart racing as you were completely out of breath. Every inch of you felt hypersensitive like you were on the verge of breaking apart. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much to bear and she wasn't done with you yet.

"Please, may I now?" you implored, your gasps ragged. Mockingly, she replied, "Don't think you can handle it." Ellie teased, her voice dripping with playfulness, you could sense the mischievous grin appearing upon her freckled face in her voice, even if you couldn't see her. "You've got to be fucki-" Your protest was silenced mid-sentence, curtailed by her stern retort "Language. You want to cum or not?" Despite her harshness, amusement lurked beneath. Reaching for the forgotten lube on the coffee table, her weight shifted on her knees, her restlessness palpable; both of your and her knees were starting to hurt, but neither of you seemed to care enough. You exhaled, attempting to quell your nerves. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" she grumbled, twirling the cap between her nimble fingers. "I was worried, waiting here for you the whole time..." she confessed. "I lost track of time," you conceded, partly honest. You just wanted to drink with your friends, have fun, and stay out late. Was that so wrong?

You glanced over your shoulder, your head tilting ever so slightly, capturing her fluid motions as she opened the lube bottle, filling her palm with its slippery contents. When she noticed your fascinated gaze, she smacked your asscheek once more, this time setting your sensitive skin aflame. A whimper escaped you, "Eyes on the clock, princess," she crooned menacingly. "Needa learn how to not lose track of time, yeah?" she had this mocking tone going on, you winced "Stings..." your voice tinged with vulnerability as frustration smoldered in her eyes, eliciting a venomous "Maybe next time you''ll actually answer your fucking phone when I'm calling you" Your eyes darted to the clock hung on the wall before you, searching for some way to gauge the time that had passed. Each second felt like an eternity as your lungs burned with each breath, desperate for the relief withheld from you. The tick-tock of the clock only made the anticipation more intense, each sound like a taunt aimed at you. You couldn't help but wonder what she was planning next.

"I said I'm sorry" but your apology met deaf ears once again. "Sorry isn't enough for me, pretty" her skilled calloused fingers coated your asshole with slick; you couldn't still your restless hips, and the auburnette, anticipating your withdrawal, clasped your waist firmly. "Stop moving, damn it! Just hold still for a moment." Frustration simmered beneath her plea, your restlessness seriously testing her patience.

"Ellie!" you whined, struggling in vain, her strong grasp upon your hip muscle holding you in place. "I thought we agreed on no anal," you argued, but she swiftly shot back, "I thought we agreed you'd be home by midnight." You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes in defiance. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your heart pounding in your ears, and yet, you were too fascinated by the power dynamic created between the two of you. 

"Fucking cunt," The words slipped from your lips unintentionally. You heard the slap before you felt it, a sharp and burning sting on your exposed skin. Your flesh felt on fire almost instantly, a reminder of the power that she held over you; the pain was an added layer to the excitement, and you were grateful for the rush of adrenaline it provided. "Still talking back, huh? Have you learned nothing?" Her voice was low but firm, a tone that shook your very core, sending chills down your spine. The power it held over you was like a drug, an exhilarating rush that left you absolutely desperate. You loved being put in your place, even if you'd never admit it out loud.

"Oh, but you can call me a whore?" She didn't even acknowledge your words, dismissing them with an airy huff. "Cause s'what you are." she muttered under her breath, her thumb tracing a wet path through your glistening folds, collecting the sweet nectar. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips, a hum of acknowledgment mingling with her words. "Look at this fuckin' pussy, god. You love when I'm mean to you, don't you?" she mused aloud. You were so fucking wet that it almost shocked her; she definitely was going to do this more often. Who knew you'd get so turned on while arguing? "Bet, this is why you always startin' shit" she accused you, chuckling dryly.

"Shut up," you pouted, she readjusted your posture with meticulous precision, her tattooed forearm brushing against her sweat-dampened brow, the silicone cock secure in her grip. She pressed the head against your resistant entrance. Before doing anything, sweet words of reassurance fell from her lips, a gentleness in her voice that you hadn't expected, but she still cared about your well-being and comfort; she loved you to death, after all. "Relax, babe... Last thing I wanna do is cause you pain." You felt your muscles relax as you listened to her; she let out a sigh before guiding it in slowly. "Fuck fuck!" Your cry of distress melted into a plea for relief, her thumbs pressing into your dimples of Venus for stability.

"Get the vibrator, baby," she commanded, pausing her invasion momentarily, allowing you to seek solace in the pulsing violet wand, the intense vibrations reducing the pain. "Ellie!" you cried out, amplifying the toy's relentless hum while she resumed her actions. "Ugh... You're so fucking tight," she grunted, her thumbs tracing gentle patterns along your spine, a balm to soothe your sensitive nerves. 

"Ahh!" you gasped as she filled you fully, her digits digging into your supple curves, latching onto tender flesh. She drove her fake cock deeper into your tight stretched passage, letting your hole adjust to her size, stretching it out so good. Your hips sought hers in response, hungrily pursuing every retreat she made, and she laughed softly as soft moans were spilled from your lips. "Ohhh look at you. You fucking brat," immaculate moans spilled forth, painting a picture of pure pleasure and pain on your features. Your eyes rolled involuntarily in the back of your skull, the wand's vibrations maintained a steady assault on your nub, and the surroundings became faint murmurs.

She paused briefly, taking note of your trembling legs before lifting you effortlessly towards her, her chest pressed against your dampened back, you could feel her hard nipples pressed against your drenched skin. Her left hand groped your budding tit, as the other replaced your quivering hand with her own, the violet toy vibrating on your aching nub with renewed vigor. Your panting cries reverberated throughout the apartment and in her ears, mixed with frustrated squirms. It was fucking music to her ears. "Baby, fuck..." You were struggling, completely blissed out of your mind. Your eyes were stuck in the back of your head, your mind lost in pleasure. The sensations were becoming too much, unbearable. The toy's vibration was set higher, causing you to squeal and squirm in her hands. It was like being caught in a whirlwind, a tornado of sensations that were pushing you on the edge. Her hand teased and twisted the nipple between her fingers, her touch almost feathery in its softness. She was in control, and you were just her plaything. She hummed back, covering the purple marks on the side of your neck with persistent kisses as her strap continued to slide in and out of you. "Close, angel?" She hummed against the soft skin of your neck, and the vibrations tickled as she moved closer pressing a few more kisses on your skin. You could feel her breath on your skin, warm and inviting. She savored every little sound you let out for her; the sounds she forced out of you were all hers. She was making you feel this good, no one else.

Your hand intertwined with the one that rested on your breast, and your other hand reached for her, your fingertips tangled in her auburn hair, as she continued to attack your neck with kisses and your tight hole with her harsh thrusts. "Close...hmmm...p-please" Your whimpers filled the air like a sweet melody, one that seemed to echo in your girlfriend's ears for a prolonged time. "Not gonna pull out this time, princess. I promise," she reassured you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, yet they held an undeniable power over you. You felt as though you were melting into her arms, "Gonna be a good girl and listen to me for once?" which had you nodding vigorously, the hand between your thighs covered by a whole waterfall, you were so wet, she could hardly believe her eyes. "Alright, bunny. Cum for me, yeah?" she didn't even need to tell you twice, you've been holding it for so long that it felt good to finally let go. A tidal wave crashed upon you, the walls of your posterior clinging desperately to her strap.

You collapsed on all fours once again, your hands sinking into the cushions of the worn-out couch. The sound of your cries filled the air, and you were completely breathless. Your chest felt like it was on fire, the heat spreading throughout your body with a ferocity that you had never felt before. The sound of her breathing mixed with your ragged breaths. She slowly pulled out of your ass and discarded the purple toy somewhere on the floor.

"I was right by the way" Ellie suddenly said, leaving you puzzled. Her tone was triumphant, and you couldn't quite figure out what she was talking about. "'Bout what?" As you struggled to catch your breath, you managed to utter a few words, each one punctuated by a deep inhale and a ragged exhale. "You're a whore" you turned around, she greeted you with a playful tone. You couldn't help but notice her rosy cheeks and the glistening of her sweaty skin, with droplets of sweat rolling down her temples. Her lips curved into a cocky smirk, making you scoff in response. "And you're a cunt." you quickly responded back in the same playful tone.

"Need me to teach you another lesson?" She teased, beckoning you to nestle on top of her, your body adhering to her freckled, sticky skin. Trying to suppress your grin, you muttered "Shut up" in a lighthearted tone; she bursted out laughing at your reaction, finding it amusing.

"You better always be on time from now on," she said in a fake stern tone, her eyes fixed on you. "I learned my lesson," you replied, trying to sound apologetic. But deep down, you knew that you were going to repeat the same mistake, just to receive this kind of attention and treatment from her again. Unable to resist the thrill and the rush of adrenaline that came with being punished scolded from her.

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[mostlyhornyandsad]

Abby taking readers virginity👀 and reader cry’s from how good it is

a/n: this is kinda long and i just got carried away so its like a 2 part thing now. no smut in this one but its still nsfw . so they yk f*ck in the next part . Did I just hear a 'thank you'?" " yeah don't get used to it : pinterest prompt

cw: kissing, kissing KISSING , its implied that they've known each other for a while , yeah i think thats it

"Did I just hear a 'thank you'?" " yeah don't get used to it " she replies coldly, or at least some attempt at being cold. You've spent enough time with Abby to know that she's softened up . " not having any manners is very attractive you know?" you point out. she steps closer to you, her figure looming over you, she is so much taller, and she bends so your faces are on the same level "It's not attractive?" you nod your head no silently. It's a little hard to speak when she gets like this, intruding on your personal space.

"you don't find me attractive?" she rephrases her question. what are you even supposed to say, you could say no but you'd both know you were lying .abby moves closer, her eyes moving towards your lips, your noses touch and you shut your eyes, you would let her kiss you, you'd let her do pretty much anything. Abby makes your heart race, so loud you can't think of anything else. you feel her presence get farther, and when you open your eyes you see her smiling smugly. what an asshole, this is so embarrassing

Abby calls after you as you walk away annoyed, shes laughs a little, she thinks it funny. you definitely don't think it's funny . " get back to work," you tell her facing away from her as you look for something, medicine, food, a gun so you can shoot her. " I'm sorry, I was just messing with you," she says through laughs as she walks to you. your back to her chest, she's doing it again, intruding on your personal space. she grips your arm from behind and uses it to spin you around so you are face to face again, infuriatingly close . "what?" you ask her, barely looking at her. "I'm sorry," she says again softly."why do you do this Abby? Do you want me?" you ask her a little desperately. suddenly her hands are holding your face and her mouth is on yours, she kisses you softly and you kiss her back. " does that answer your question- you kiss her before she says something stupid again. you can feel her smile against your mouth and she's still smiling when you both pull back.

you just want to keep kissing her, so you do. you want her mouth glued to yours and you never want her to let you go . she slips her tongue into your and you start to lose your mind a little. you can feel her tongue , her teeth her mouth . she lets her hands find your waist as she holds you impossibly closer , her hands ar eon your waist and she can feel your skin, her hands are under your shirt

she starts moving the both of you until your back hits a wall and you look up at her. " wrap your legs around me" she tells you and you want to scream, " so do i like just jump or?" "yeah just jump" she says laughing , youre both laughing as you cling onto her now, your arms around her neck, her hands are under your ass, your legs around her waist . she pins you against that wall as she kisses you with all her heart , shes wanted to do this for so long, she adores you so fucking much. why didnt you do this sooner.

" you think there's a bed here somewhere?" she breaks the kiss to ask you." well someone lived here once so I bet there is," you tell her, voice a little breathless from all the kisses. You're glad Abby can't feel it but you're wet, soaked, drenched and so so desperate . " yeah? let's go find one then ." she says as she moves away from the wall, still carrying you in her strong, toned arms. you smile at her as she walks towards the couch near you "This should do " she says as she softly puts you down .. she gets on top of you and your legs wrap around her again.

thats when it hits you, its finally happening , you should tell her right, what if she can already tell?

"Abby" you put your hands on her shoulders to stop her " What is it baby?" she asks you.' Baby'? just kill me now, she's so hot.

"I've never done this before "

pt.2 <- heres pt 2

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader smut #tlou smut #2024's first fic #i have soo much to do this year

[scarleart]

₊˚ ━☆* can we just sit and talk for a moment about how ellie is a fucking feen for creamers???? i mean aye squirting is nice n all to ellie but she’s wayyy more into the creaming girlies like cmon now. she’ll be so fucking feral and downright obsessed with the way ur gummy walls would swallow her in, the white cream of ur essence forming a ring around her four fingers that were buried so, so deep in ur lil abused pussy :(

she would be moaning and whimpering at the feeling of you just absolutely gushing the sopping substance onto her hands. ellie just drunk and dazed off ur pretty pussy.

her other veiny hand clasping at the back of ur head, grabbing the hair there and forcing your head to look down at the sight of her pumping you so so good.

“ohh fuckk, look at that greedy fucking pussy of yours” ellie would brokenly gasp, mouth hung wide open as she continued to pound into your sloppy cunt. just relishing in your incoherent babbles and cries that rang in the air.

“yeah? jus’ look at that messy cunt takin’ me, all four of my fingers. bet you wouldn’t care if i stuff you full with my whole fist huh?” OMG you were so close to practically melting apart right then and there at her filthy words.

and she would not fucking stop. her mouth was so recklessly nasty and it was driving you absolutely insane. ur brain would be all mushy and only filled with thoughts of ellie (⋟﹏⋞), ellie ellie ellie ellie.

at the sound of ur cry, ellie smirks widely

“huh baby? y’ like the sound of me fuckin this pretty pussy with my fist? god, you’re fuckin’ disgusting” at her degrading chuckle, you got impossibly more wet.

it was something about ellie degrading you that made you want to explode everywhere. her low, husky voice just saying the nastiest shit right in ur ear, the sight of her fucking you, gosh it was all just too much!

ellie then pulled her digits out of you, memorized at the sight of you on her fingers. you’ve completely ruined her hand.

“s—shit” ellie couldn’t help but let her fingers fly into her mouth, the white substance taking over her tastebuds. getting every last drop

“so good, baby. so so good, this perfect cunt”

#think its safe to say i am s(c)reaming #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #tlou smut #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie willams x fem!reader #ellie #nsfw.ren #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #lesbian

[turbotaco]

Someone on Twitter pointed out the fact that gay marriage hadn't been legalized in the US before 2003--which just makes Bill and Frank getting married on the last day of their lives that much more personal and meaningful.

They knew it wouldn't mean anything to the world they lived in (especially in an apocalypse) but it was important to THEM.

Not to mention the fact that marriage as an institution was probably something Bill actively hated on principle (in line with his libertarian lone wolf "I hate the world and it hates me" outlook on life).

And then he meets Frank.

He's never been scared of anything before but Frank brings out something in him and he's terrified of it..

When they meet, somehow they know that against all odds they've found someone special. It's like Bill hadn't been living--really living--before Frank. Despite how scary it is to love someone so deeply in a world so deeply broken, they try. They hold onto each other, tight.

They love and fight and make up and love and fight some more. They're honest and open and warm and kind-- each in their own ways. They only have 16 years together but damn, do they make the most of it.

At the end of it all, Bill recognizes that. And he lets himself indulge in the hope he'd crushed within himself for a long, long time.

He loves Frank the way he wants to be loved. So they get married on the last day. He dresses in the fancy-ass clothes Frank picks out for him. He walks with Frank to their favorite spots. They share their first meal together all over again. And Bill makes a choice. He doesn't want to be on this earth without his purpose. He doesn't want to leave without having given Frank everything. And so, they go together.

It doesn't mean anything to anyone else. No one is paying attention to this small town in the country. There are few people to remember them now that they're gone. But it doesn't matter. It means everything to Bill and Frank. Two people who loved, despite it all.

#the last of us #tlou spoilers #i swear this started out as s short post #i know #TWO original posts in one morning?? #what is the world coming to #bill x frank #bill and frank #i am so normal about these two #peace and love on the planet earth #ah. romäënce

[purpleturtledove]

Abby Anderson - Seattle Day One - On Foot

#s/o to mel's flashlight for cool lighting lol #the last of us #the last of us part ii #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part two #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou2 #tlou part 2 #tlou part ii #tlou part two #abby anderson the last of us #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby the last of us #abby the last of us 2 #abby tlou2 #abby tlou #abby anderson #abigail anderson #tlou photomode #virtual photography #tlou2 photomode

[jksprincess10]

Attraction spell || Vampire ! Joel x Witchy reader

CW: DDDNE, noncon/dubcon, stalking, blood play, using blood as lube, ambiguous ending, unprotected p in v, fingering, praise kink, choking, pain kink, rough sex, minimal editing. (around 1400 words)

Divider by saradika

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This place almost feels like it's between life and death. It's overrun by dust, but it's as warm as human flesh.

And you, you look so alive, so warm, as he peers through the window of your small witchcraft store. A lot more curious people seemed enticed by your shop on Halloween day, or Samhain as you'd call it, so he had to wait until things quieted down. Usually, you waited long hours until you had costumers, reading, cleaning, playing with tarot cards. He knew each and every one of your habits. But today, you were a busy bee.

When all the kids leave happily with their pumpkins stuffed with candy, he looks down at his beat-up watch. Only a few minutes before closing time.

You clean your workspace and make sure every herb is in the right spot. You looked at your low candy inventory and grab one for yourself as you start cleaning the floors, a lollipop between your lips.

You do not hear the door open. Weird... usually, the bell rings. But there's a man, alone, in your shop. You try to repress the goosebumps you feel all over your arms and the scream of surprise that threatens to leave your lips.  

His fingers are touching every nick knack, every shiny rock before he looks at you with a smile that makes you uneasy.

He's unnaturally beautiful with deep brown eyes and matching curly hair. You on suck the lollipop one last time before you take it out of your mouth to speak.

"Oh hi there! Didn’t hear you come in. I was just starting to clean before close, but feel free to ask for help." You offer in an overly enthusiastic tone.

Joel watches the red candy closely, drenched in your saliva, before looking at your eyes, where he detects the sweet feeling of fear.

“Sorry darlin’, didn’t mean to startle ya.” He has a southern drawl to his voice; he wasn’t from around here. His accent almost didn’t match his face. “Was lookin’ for a love spell. Hopin’ a sweet witch could help.”

“Hmmm.” You leave your broom aside and turn around to look at your shelves lines with different transparent jars, all labeled in your clean, cursive writing. “Love spells aren’t very ethical. But – I can make an attraction spell for you, does that work?”

You don't hear him move, even though he’s wearing heavy boots, and when you turn around, he’s right there. Crowding you behind the small space of your counter and your wall of shelves. He’s tall and broad, and he makes you feel like a vulnerable mouse he could just crush under his feet. Your breath gets stuck in your throat, and you feel yourself suffocated by his mere presence. Under his cologne smell, you detect the slightest hint of the coopery smell of blood.

You keep your calm. It wasn’t your first time dealing with creeps.

“That works, darlin’.”

“I’ll just need your name.” You move away from him swiftly to collect your ingredients.

“Why?” The man asks, clearly annoyed.

“Can’t put my intention a spell behind without a name.”

“Joel.”

“Alright, Joel, let’s get started.”

You do your best to ignore him as you put the herbs in a small fabric bag. You do your best to ignore your hands that are violently shaking. You do your best to ignore how you’re making a mess on your clean counter, herbs littering the space. Before you can even feel him there, you feel a sharp pain in your neck, like a deep puncture. You almost fall, but strong hands hold you in place, fingers splayed over your stomach.

“What the f-”

“Shh sweetheart, le’me enjoy my meal, yeah?” 

You can’t scream, you’re suffocating. When he pulls his fangs out, you feel weak, but thankfully, he holds you up. You hope this is just a really bad nightmare and you’ll wake up in your bed in seconds…

He licks your neck, cleans his mess. You repress the butterflies in your lower abdomen.

“M’sorry, a man has to eat. Been watching you for a long time.” His voice is deep and rough next to your ear. “Knew just how sweet you’d be.”

He spins you around in his arms, just so you can see how sincere he looks. Brown irises were replaced by a deep crimson that matches the – your blood dripping from his lips.  You try to push him away, but his grip is iron-like.

“You had what you wanted, let me go…” You whisper weakly.

“Hmhm. Don’t have my fill of ya just yet.” 

You spin, too fast. He pushes on your lower back, so the top of your body is laying against your shop counter. You feel his hips against you, he’s so close.

“Please Joel, don’t hurt me.”

“M’not gonna hurt you. Gonna make you feel real good. Stay still.” While he tears off all your clothes, he takes a bite on the other side of your neck, but this time, he lets the blood run down your neck for a little while, watching like a satisfied predator. He uses two of his fingers to collect the blood dripping from the wound, and he uses those same fingers to enter your heat. You’re closing around him, resisting.

“Relax. Not gonna hurt you.” He repeats.

“O-Okay.”

You’re breathing in and out until you’re more relaxed. Joel waits until he feels your walls relaxing to start moving his fingers, stretching you. He curls his digits, finding that spot deep within you. You let out a moan.

“There ya go, hun’. Enjoy yourself.”

You’re wetting his fingers, creating a beautiful potion of your juices and your blood. He thrusts his fingers roughly, in and out, creating a symphony of wet sounds and moans in the empty store.

“Knew you’d be such a good girl.” Joel’s words push you over the edge.

Your walls flutter around his fingers and he feels you getting even wetter. He takes his fingers away from you and spins you around. You’re a wreck: blood still spilling from your neck wounds, completely naked, your clothes torn in shreds by your feet. He smiles, his shiny canines fully out. His lips close around his digits, sucking off the blood and the remains of your orgasm.

His eyes roll into the back of his skull, and you can’t help the deranged thought that crosses your mind: he’s breathtakingly beautiful. But so are most monsters.

“You could’ve at least kissed me before fucking me, Joel.”

“I’m sorry.” But he smirks. He’s not.

Joel’s hands are on your face, grabbing, pulling at you until his lips are crashing against yours, a wave of depravity and sharp teeth scratching your bottom lip. His hands go from your cheeks to your throat, putting pressure there, as if to stop the blood from dripping. The air is leaving your lungs slowly, and you feel like you’re actually going to die, until he props you up on your counter. You watch him with dark eyes as he unzips his pants. He’s tanned all over. You thought vampires would be paler, but maybe it was a myth.

You sit back, resting on your palms as you watch him working his erection. You wrap your legs around his middle and follow his length disappearing between your legs. Your head lay against his broad shoulder. He barely gives you a moment to adjust before his hips are snapping harshly against yours. Pants are escaping from your lips as he moves rapidly. But your mind wanders. To find something that could save your life.

You doubt that the vampire would let you go after this, especially if he’s been stalking you. He pulls on your hair to look down at your face, feeling how you suddenly got distracted. He stills inside you. He knows.

“Whatever you’re thinkin’, doll, you’re not getting out of this.” Joel groans menacingly. 

Before you can react in any way, you’re facing the ground, your face squished against the creaky floorboards, his weight pushing you down.

“I-I wasn’t tryin’ to…”

He pulls on your hair and stuffs three thick fingers in your mouth to shut you up, making you gag.

“Be a good girl and shut the fuck up.” The vampire lets go of your hair and puts his palm beside your head to support his weight. Joel is breaking into your walls again, picking up where he left off at the same punishing pace. His length is so deep, it almost hurts, but the line between pleasure and pain had been blurred for a while now. You suck on his fingers to muffle your screams while he pounds into you violently. After a few more thrusts, he stills and erupts between your walls, filling you up.

Finally, he frees your mouth and lets you turn around, still caged by his massive body.

“Just kill me already.” You whisper weakly.

“Oh no, baby.” He coos in a sickly-sweet tone. “I’ll keep you. For eternity.”

#jksprincess10's spooktober #halloween fanfiction #joel miller halloween fanfiction #vampire!joel #vampire!joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller tlou #vampire fic #dark!joel #dark joel fic #dark joel miller

[tremzr]

Dreaming ☆

WARNING • contains smut [18+], top!ellie, bottom!reader, praise, oral (r rec), fingering (r rec), thigh riding, and wtv tf else idk guys js read it 😜

A/N: so this is my first story my bad if it’s not good and might have forgotten some things in the warning so very sorry if something throws you off!

“Fuck Ellie.” You whispered in her ear. Filling the room with moans as you felt her fingers go deeper inside you as her other hand slowly went up and down from your stomach to your breast fondoling your nipple between her finger tips.

“oh baby your so wet.” Ellie said before licking up all the juices that were smeared over your cunt tasting all of you. She loved the thought that she can make a beautiful girl like you feel so amazing with her hands and her tongue.

As Ellie slipped her tongue into your whole, making you let out a loud moan that filled the quiet room. You felt your peak coming closer, Ellie could tell by the way your legs and torso were shaking from the amount of pleasure. “You okay baby?”

“Fuck El-Please. I’m so close” You whined in pleasure. You wanted more of her. You needed her. Right as you feel yourself come to your release you feel Ellie stop everything she’s doing and kisses your cunt.

“Oh my god Ellie, really? I was so cl-“ you whine as you get cutoff by a loud bang.

“WAKE UP, WERE LATE AGAIN.” Dina yelled in your ear making you sit up and jump out of bed.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck fuckkk” You said under your breathe trying to hurry and put your outfit together and your makeup. It was a fucking dream. Again. This happened sometimes in the past, but now those dreams started to come up more. All with the schools well-known player, Ellie Williams.

You wanted to be with her so badly but there was no way she would talk to someone like you. Ellie is the stereotypical bad girl that obviously dresses all tomboy. Doesn’t pay attention in class. All of that.

Your the complete opposite. You’re the girl to wear mini skirts and get straight A’s, the type of innocent shy girl. Yeah you and Ellie have talked before but never like that. You always wanted too but never made the move. You always second guessed yourself about making a move and think she would never want to date someone like you.

And nothing would make her want to actually make a move and fuck you how you always wanted to be fucked by THE ELLIE WILLIAMS. You’ve wanted too for so long. You’d just wish something would have happened over the 2 years of liking her.

You just wanted her to talk to her you without her being a dickwad to you, But you knew that was never gunna happen. I mean of course you had a huge crush on her since sophomore year but she had always been a bitch saying slick comments.

She never missed an opportunity of saying something that just ticked you off. Whether your skirt was too tight or your boobs were showing too much.

If your hair was in a mess or your hair was nice and curled. what always threw you off though is how she would get whenever she would see you with another girl.

But then again you would see her 10 minutes later on the side of the stairs making out with another girl. You have always tried pushing that crush away but it never seemed to ever go away. And it fucking sucked.

“Hey girl you okay?” Dina asked concerned for you while rushing with her to class. You thought about it for a second and just smiled and nodded your head trying not to look at her. “oh shittt, it’s Ellie again huh?”

“WHAT NO BE QUIET.” You said in a low voice trying not to make it obvious that you two were talking about Ellie.

“mmm, well speaking of the devil!” Dina looks to the side of you.

“Thinking about me pretty girl?” Ellie says teasing you. When she said that your heart stopped. Her calling you pretty girl made you melt. But whatever you did you could not make her know that. “In your dreams, you wish you can handle this.”

Ellie laughed at the fact and continued to walk into class with you. In fact, Ellie did. She has always wanted you, she just never knew if she could get you by yourself let alone want to be with her since your the little innocent girl.

The dress she saw you in today absolutely made Ellie’s heart race. The way it showed all your curves and outlined your body figure, the way your v-neck showed off your cleavage. She loved it.

“So babe what have you been up to?” Who the hell is she talking too and who the fuck is she calling babe. “Hellooo, you with me?” Ellie said again putting her hand on your thigh trying to get your attention.

“Yeah sorry El’s, just stressed about this chem test.” You notice her hand on your thigh and your heart drops. Oh my god.

“Well…I can help with that if.” Ellie whispers into your ear slowly sliding her hand further up making you let out a small yelp. “That’s of course if you want me too pretty.”

Ellie knew you had a crush on her, it was so obvious to her but you never knew you had made it obvious enough. She knew it was a time to make a move after 2 years of you drooling over her.

She slowly moves her hand up and down caressing your thigh slowly going further up. Making you wet at the thoughts of what you wanted her to do to you at that very moment. As she was having her hands go farther up on your thigh, she decided to put two of her fingers on your clit. She felt the wet spot and started to tease you a bit through the thin layer of cotton.

“You should come over at 7 pretty girl.” Your cheeks flushed with red.

“Well I don’t know…I’m busy la-“ You were saying before you got cut off. Ellie had moved her hand completely and looks disappointed. “That’s too bad. Could’ve helped you with that wet spot of yours, pretty. But I guess not.” Ellie whispered shrugging her shoulders. I mugged her.

“Don’t mug me or I really won’t do alll the shit you want me to.” how would she even know anything? you haven’t told anyone besides dina. how the fuck does she know.

“and who says i want you to do anything to me?” i said. “oh baby your actions say it all. the way you react when i barely even touch you. you like it. admit it.” i paused. i was so flustered i didn’t know what to say. as my cheeks were flushing red, my thighs closing more tightly together. she looks down at them, then let out a small chuckle leading with a smirk.

“exactly baby. your actions say it all.”

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A/N: I WROTE THIS LIKE MONTHSSS AGOOO AND NEVER FINISHED IT, SHOULD I FINISH IT AND GET TO THE ACC SPICY SHIT?! OR THIS IS JS WTV AND THROW IT IN THE TRASH!!! LMK PLEASE 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

#smut #ellie x reader #tlou smut #tlou x reader #ellie williams #creaming #screaming without the s #the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou #so yummy #clean up aisle my pants #smut smut smut #ellie x fem reader #wlw #wlw smut #gay girls #topxbottom

[purplegrapevines]

Deserved Punishment

Pairing: dom!Abby x fem!sub!reader

Content: rough sex, cnc, fear, degradation, pain, exhibitionism, humiliation, overstimulation

Word count: 2.8k

My hand travels down to my clit, moaning as I finally get to brush my fingertip against it after Abby left for work. It feels so good, even though Abby told me not to touch myself. But she hasn't let me cum in weeks! She's so mean. 

Shamelessly, I push 2 fingers into my hole, fucking myself hard and fast. My other hand travels up to my chest and plays with my nipple. It feels too good to stop. It's okay, Abby will never know. 

After so many weeks of denial, my orgasm approaches fast. I feel that intense feeling in my pussy that I haven't felt in a while. I whimper as my fingers press against my g-spot again and again. I close my eyes shut and let my body soak in the pleasure. 

As the pleasure starts to build, I suddenly feel a harsh yank on my hair that pulls my head to the side of the bed. My fingers have no choice but to leave my throbbing pussy as I scream out in both shock and pain. My eyes open and to my horror, I see Abby right in front of me, hand still grabbing onto my hair with a livid look on her face. 

Scared, I try to back away from her, but her grip on my hair only tightens. I see her hand spring up, and I flinch hard before I feel a sharp sting on the side of my cheek. The ruined orgasm, the hair pulling, the slap, Abby being mad at me... tears already start falling from my eyes as I quickly look for an explanation. 

I reach my arms towards her, almost like I'm asking for a hug. 

"Abby, I didn't mean it, I was wrong, I'm so sorry," I apologize. Abby just prods her cheek with her tongue, nodding, with a slight smile on her face. Fuck, she looks so pissed. I whimper in fear. 

Abby suddenly lets me go and calls out a name I haven't heard before. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, but then in fear and embarrassment when Abby's friend walks in. I've only seen her friend a few times before, but I never learned her name. Almost like they could tell what I'm thinking, Abby says "Ignore her. She just came to watch while I ruin you." 

Abby's friend sits on a chair next to the bed, crossing her legs and eyeing me like prey. She's not hotter than Abby, but she's still hot. My face turns red from both their eyes on me. I turn towards Abby and paw at her arm. I shake my head, silently telling her to get her friend out. I can’t take all this embarrassment.

“Stupid girl,” Abby says, bringing her hand down on my cheek again, making me sob more, “Who told you that you have a say in this? In anything?”

I sniffle, “No one Abby, ‘m sorry…”

“Oh, you will be,” Abby says with another hard slap, “And you’re already naked for me since you’ve been touching yourself like a stupid little bitch.”

“Sorry Abby… your stupid little bitch is so sorry, she won’t do it again,” I say.

Abby ignores me as she grabs my ankles and raises my legs high. Abby gets behind me and spreads my legs apart, my cunt perfectly displayed for both her and her friend. I try shutting my legs as I cry out for Abby to stop displaying me like that, but she grabs my ankles tighter and spreads them farther. I hear her friend let out a chuckle.

“Keep them up,” Abby demands before she lets go of my ankles. I obey, but I bring my ankles back together to hopefully spare myself some dignity.

Abby didn’t like that.

She brings her hand down hard on my pussy again and again and again. Even after I get the message and spread my legs, she continues, halting her slaps occasionally just to grab my pussy and squeeze it, pinch it hard, dig her nails into it. I scream in pain and kick my legs.

“You’re really fucking asking for it now, bitch,” Abby says with her teeth grit and fingers pinching my clit. I whimper.

“I’m sorry Abby, I’m so sorry,” I cry, “I’m so scared.”

“Good. You should be,” Abby says before she turns to her friend and tells her, “Told you she’s a little bitch. Look at this slut.” Her friend nods and whispers something in her ear that makes them both smile. 

It’s scary.

Abby opens up her toy drawer and brings out some clamps. Nipples clamps… fuck. I can take it though. I can take some nipple clamps. Abby attaches them to my nipples and I wince and whimper, but I get used to it in a couple seconds and sigh in relief. But my relief is very short lived.

I scream loudly as I feel a sharp, blinding pinch on my clit. 

“Abby! Not there! Abby, take it off, please take it off! Not there!” I wail, kicking my legs wildly and waiting for the pain to fade, which it doesn’t.

“Aww, poor girl,” Abby says, gently stroking my leg, “she really doesn’t like the clamp on her clit, hm?” I rapidly shake my head as tears keep falling from my eyes.

“She doesn’t! She doesn’t like it, Abby! Please, it’s hurting her so much!” I sob.

“Show my friend your cunt,” Abby demands.

“Please, Abby, I don’t wanna!” I scream. Abby raises her eyebrows, and I immediately regret my decision. Before Abby can hurt me, I spread my legs wide and show her friend my red, abused little cunt with the clamp on my clit. I cry in embarrassment and continue shaking my head, though they both disregard it. Abby’s friend even laughs at me again.

“Stop l-laughing at me!” I cry. This just makes Abby and her friend laugh at me more.

“Poor baby, huh? Poor little baby, having to show my friend and me her pussy like this,” Abby mocks.

“I don’t like it Abby!” I scream.

“That’s too fucking bad, baby,” Abby says. There’s nothing I can do but whimper against my pillow.

Still spread and displayed for Abby and her friend, I feel a rubber object start to push into my cunt. I jolt in shock and stare down, wide-eyed. A giant, pink, and veiny strap-on. My cries start again and I reach to desperately push Abby away. Abby slaps my tear-stained cheek, and I quickly stop.

“Fucking take it. Take it like a good bitch,” Abby says. 

“Yes, Abby,” I whimper, lying limp and spread out on the bed, just for Abby. Abby grabs my ankles and lifts my legs higher, giving her friend a good view of my stretching pussy. My legs shake as I attempt to close them before I realize that it’s useless. Abby does what she wants. Whores like me don’t get a say.

Abby keeps pushing in, not halting for one second despite all my holleringa and begging. 

“Break! Break, Abby! Only a minute, that’s it! Please give baby a small break!” I beg. Abby chuckles, and I know her friend is probably also smiling behind her. I feel so pathetic.

“This is getting too slow,” Abby mumbles, sitting up on her knees and pulling my ankles towards her. Before I can ask her what she’s talking about, she hugs my thighs and leans forward, bottoming out quickly. I wail.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy’s taking it so well for me,” Abby says. It’s not. It fucking feels like if she goes just a bit faster, it will just rip. I open my mouth to tell her that, but instead I decided to keep it shut. I don’t want to give her any ideas. 

Abby continues her slow, but deep thrusts into my poor cunt. I look down at it to see it so red, marks on it, and being stretched so fucking wide. I flush in embarrassment looking at my pathetic cunt, and then realized that both Abby and her friend can see it too.

“Enjoying the view, huh?” Abby asks me, “it’s so fucking pretty.”

“But Abby it hurts. It hurts so fucking bad Abby. No more, please,” I beg.

“Aw, already?” Abby says, “But Abby hasn’t even started yet. Poor baby, already in so much pain.”

“It fucking hurts Abby! It fucking hurts! I can’t! I can’t do this Abby. Stop. Please stop!” I scream as Abby starts to speed up. The clamp on my clit starts to jostle with her thrusts, causing my clit to hurt so fucking bad. 

Almost as if Abby can read my mind, she says “Poor little pussy of yours. And your clit probably hurts so bad now, doesn’t it? Want the clamp off, baby?” I nod desperately, not even thinking twice.

Abby reaches down towards my clit. I’m so happy she’s taking it off.

Abby grabs the chain and yanks the clamp off my clit. For a second, I don’t feel it. And then the pain comes pouring in along with my tears. I wail and scream loudly. I knew Abby wasn’t just being nice by taking the clamp off.

I quickly try to soothe it with my hand, but Abby slaps my hand away.

“Who the fuck said you could touch yourself?” she says.

“I’m not! I’m not trying to touch myself Abby, I’m just trying to soothe it!” I retort.

“Fucking bitch,” Abby says with her teeth grit, “can’t listen to anything. Just trying to make Abby mad.”

“I’m not Abby! I’m sorry, I won’t touch it!” I promise, but Abby still isn’t happy. She grabs my legs tighter, her fingernails digging into my skin before she starts jackhammering into my poor cunt.

“Stupid, stupid bitch,” Abby says in between her thrusts. I cry, both from the pain of her pounding and her degradation.

“M-Abby please don’t say that… I’m your good girl… not a stupid bitch,” I whimper.

“Don’t fucking lie to yourself. You’re a bad girl. You’re a stupid. Little. Bitch.” I sob from her mean words, hiding my face in my hands.

“Aww, look at you. Shy?” Abby mocks. I don’t have the energy to reply to her mocking right now.

Abby suddenly pulls her strap out of my cunt, and it fucking hurts. She lets go of my thighs and I take my chance.

I get onto my stomach and claw towards the edge of the bed. But I already know I’m making it nowhere.

Abby’s strong hands grab my ankles and pull me back towards her.

“Aw, where do you think you’re going?” she says between laughs. I don’t answer, burying my face in a pillow and just wishing that I had just obeyed Abby and not touched myself. 

My attempt to make a run for it didn’t work. And now I’m going to pay the price.

I’m still laying on my stomach as Abby lifts my ass up, aligning her strap with my pussy again. I make an attempt to beg her for mercy, but Abby just ignores me.

Abby gets her strap in in one hard thrust. I scream and thrash, but she grabs my wrists and pins them down against the bed.

“Shut the fuck up,” Abby says as her thrusts start again, but her strap hits at a different angle this time. It’s more intense this time. I scream loudly, and Abby gives up on stopping me.

“It hurts! It hurts! Abby, no more! I’m sorry!” I cry, but to no avail. Abby then reaches towards my pussy.

“No! No! Don’t touch that, please!” I beg, anticipating how bad the pain would be if she touched my poor clit.

“Relax. Stop being so fucking dramatic,” Abby tells me as the tip of her finger presses into my clit. I wail at the top of my lungs.

“Aw, you’re so sensitive, aren’t you? You’re so fucking cute, baby. My cute little slut,” Abby says. I can’t tell if she’s trying to degrade me, praise me, or mock me. Either way, I blush from being called cute. Abby doesn’t miss it.

“Baby likes being called cute, huh? She knows she’s Abby’s little girl,” Abby says.

“M-Abby’s little girl!” I repeat through my cries and screams. It’s such a sweet name in contrast to what she’s currently doing to my poor little cunt.

“That’s right,” Abby says. Abby then reaches back to take her strap off. I look confused, but also relieved that this giant cock will finally be out of me…

She leaves it in. I whimper. I point to my shaking legs, and I paw at her to take the cock out of me, but she laughs at me again.

“Look at her,” she says, turning to her friend and pointing at me, “didn’t I tell you she’s so cute?” Her friend nods and chuckles. I almost forgot that this whole ordeal is being watched… almost.

Abby grabs my waist and turns me over onto my back. She then pulls her underwear off and crawls over to me. Before I can even think about what’s happening, I feel her weight on my face and the taste of her pussy on my tongue.

I can’t breathe, but that’s okay. I stick my tongue out and enter Abby’s pussy. Abby moans and grabs onto my hair, which is how I know I’m doing a good job. I continuing fucking her pussy with my tongue as she rides my face hard. 

I can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t even think. Just the way I like it. I almost forget about the dildo in my cunt or her friend still watching me. I lap Abby up like I haven’t eaten for days. 

Abby’s strong thighs wrap around my head, squeezing my skull, which lets me know that she’s about to cum. I hum against her clit, the vibrations making her head tilt back as she lets go all over my face. 

She continues riding my face through her climax. Once she’s finally done with me, she raises herself from me. I can finally breathe again, and I cough and choke while Abby and her friend still laugh at me.

“Good girl,” Abby says to me, taking the hair off my sweaty face, “you’re doing so good.”

“M-Abby felt good?” I ask.

“Very good,” Abby replies. Through my heaving breathing, I smile. Hopefully, Abby isn’t mad at me anymore.

I feel the dildo that is still in me suddenly get shoved in deeper, and I flinch hard and try to crawl away. 

“Shh,” Abby soothes, “Relax.” I cover my face with my hands, my tears starting up again. Abby grabs my wrist and pulls it away, shaking her head.

“No. Abby wants to see that pretty face of yours cry for her,” she says. She speeds up with the fucking as she says, “That’s it, pretty girl, cry for me.” And I do.

“Abby, can I cum! Can I cum, please?” I cry out. It takes all my energy to beg for that, and my only wish is that Abby lets me.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You were being a bad girl and touching yourself earlier…” Abby says. My eyes widen.

“Abby, ‘m sorry! Sorry! Please! I can't, I can't, I can't…” I beg, “I have to cum! Please!”

Abby takes a couple of seconds until she finally nods, “Yes, you may. Cum for me, my pretty girl.” And with that, I cum with a loud scream. I don’t even care that our neighbors can hear us or Abby’s friend is probably laughing at me right now… it just feels too fucking good.

My orgasm seems to last forever, making me see stars. Abby strokes my thigh through it, and I’m so grateful that she’s here. Once I finally come down from my high and my hyperventilating slows, Abby runs her hand through my hair.

“This is why all your orgasms are Abby’s. No one else's. No one else can give you an orgasm like this, not even yourself. Do you understand?” Abby says.

I nod slowly, tired and eyes starting to close.

“No,” Abby says, “I want words.” I whimper as I have to muster up all my remaining strength to answer Abby’s question.

“B-baby will never touch herself… without permission… she understands…” I manage.

“Good girl,” Abby says, satisfied with my answer.

Abby’s friend leaves the room. Then, Abby sits by my head and places it in her lap. She glides her fingers through my scalp, soothing me softly. She kisses my nose and tells me how good I did today.

I can’t even respond. I just let my exhaustion take over as my eyes close shut and I fall asleep on Abby’s lap.

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby smut #abby the last of us #abby x you #tlou #tlou abby #the last of us #sub!reader #dom!abby #d/s #abby anderson x reader #the last of us 2

[r0tt3n-r4t]

GUYS, GUESS WHO COOKED!!!

KÖNIG AND GHOST REQUESTED BY MY FRIEND!!!

edit: Why is the quality so terrible :'))

#art #fanart #resident evil #resident evil fanart #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanart #leon s kennedy #detroit become human #resident evil 4 #dbh fanart #re4 #leon kennedy resident evil #resident evil leon #resident evil 4 remake #re4 remake #resident evil 4 leon #re4 leon #dbh connor rk800 #dbh connor fanart #dbh connor #tlou ellie williams #tlou ellie #ellie tlou #tlou #tlou2 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #cod ghost #cod konig

[tloubraininfection]

There is something about Joel, but especially about Pedro Pascal`s portrayal of Joel, that feels so fragile. Sure he`s a tough guy, we know he`s done horrible things, he knows how to survive and what a cost of survival is. Yet, there are those moments, when his face softens almost imperceptibly and you can see the pain of his loss clear and fresh as if it happened yesterday. He moves on quickly, but no matter how much posturing he does, there is no way to hide the fact that at his core he is a father, a protector and a deeply loving man.

There is a quote from Fleabag that has stuck with me for a long time (minor spoilers for Fleabag season 2, I guess?). In season 2 Fleabag talks about her late mom and she says to her friend: “I don’t know what to do with it. With all the love I have for her. I don’t know where to put it now.” It makes me think about Joel. We know that he had Sarah when he was only 22, there are also clues that Sarah`s mom left their family picture pretty early on. Yet, I think he`s settled into parenting with ease, it came naturally to him and he was really good at it. Life must have been very difficult at the beginning, being a young single father, working to support himself and his tiny daughter, he must`ve struggled a lot! But being a dad? Loving Sarah? That was always the easy part.

Sarah was Joel`s whole world and he was ready to love his daughter thought 10 of her lifetimes. He wanted to love her though high school and college. He wanted to love her as she grew into a young women finding her place in life, love her as she got her first job and walked down the aisle. He was ready for that love to multiply as he became grandpa Joel. And one day in far future, when he was no longer there, he`d leave her with a legacy of that love, a gift that she could keep and share and build upon.

Instead that love became a shroud.

In that moment time stopped for Joel. He adapted and did whatever he had to do to survive, but he was no longer interested in anything else. Living was for that time from before, living was with Sarah. And I think he would`ve carried on like that until he met his fate one way or another. Instead, by a stupid twist of fate, he ended up with a kid in his care. And he hated it, he wanted no part of it, because he knew. Some part of him knew from the very beginning. So he did his best to treat her like cargo and keep his distance, but she got under his skin and fast. There was something about this loudmouth, swearing, pun-loving energetic kid, this singularity of a person. She could see right through him and that terrified him. He tried so hard not to care, to run away from that connection, but when she asked him to stay, becasue with him she felt safe, he couldn’t help it. It happened despite of himself, despite all the conflict, panic and fear. It was hard and they`ve struggled a lot, but loving Ellie? Taking care of Ellie? That was the easy part.

We can argue about morality of Joel`s decision until we are blue in the face, but one thing we can probably all agree on is the inevitability of it. That decision has been made long before they`d set foot in that hospital. Joel knows the pain of losing a daughter and he`d do anything to never to feel that pain again. And I really believe he wouldn’t have survived losing Ellie, it would, quite literally, break his heart. And that is the selfish part of his choice. But I understood recently, that there is also a selfless part to it. One that is all about Ellie. It was about ensuring her future, because he sees Ellie not as a potential savior for humanity, but as a full person. Person with dreams, planes, hobbies and aspirations. Troy Baker, once said in the podcast about Joel: “He saved the world, it’s just the world was that little girl.” His girl, his daughter, who wanted to become an astronaut, learn to swim, learn to play the guitar and read every Savage Starlight comic. And he believed this is worth saving, she`s worth saving. And he saves her, knowing full well he would have to live with the consequences of this choice, suffer through them. But he has no regrets, he would`ve done it all over again, because she got to live and that means everything.

In Fleabag (same warning applies) after Fleabag says: “I don’t know what to do with it. With all the love I have for her. I don’t know where to put it now”, her friend responds: “I`ll take it. No, I`m serious, it sounds lovely. I`ll have it, you have to give it to me”.

#cause of death: TLOU #just rumbling because Joel Miller #there is something about Joel`s love that turns me inside out #and reminds me of that poem by Ada Limon #"I can't help it. I love the way men love” #will I ever get over Joel Miller? #probably not #I'm gonna love him for a long long time #joel miller #sarah miller #ellie Williams #joel and ellie #tlou spoilers #tlou HBO spoilers #the last of us spoilers #the last of us hbo spoilers

[psibiko]

A collection of Leon’s and an Ellie??

#leon s Kennedy #leon Kennedy #re fanart #re leon #Ellie Williams #hbo tlou #hbo Ellie tlou #my art #plaga leon #re6 leon #re4 leon #re2 leon

[lauronk]

thank you to @stillboldlygoing for this wonderful graphic with this totally really quote

#‘don’t let lkay09’s influence win’ #help I am cry #laughing hysterically #but also #let my influence win #save the old man by all means #but also kill him periodically to keep everyone on their toes #rocky ilysm #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #joel and ellie

[aldarquen]

SPOILERS for All The Light We Cannot See! Haven't seen any yet so enjoy some inaugural ATLWCS memes!!

#werner is f o c u s e d #mans is TUNED IN #all the light we cannot see #atlwcs #atlwcsedit #aria mia loberti #louis hofmann #werner pfennig #marie-laure leblanc #marie laure leblanc #marie laure x werner #werner x marie #netflix #netflix memes #memes #atlwcs memes #tlou memes

[sunlightellies]

masterlist

a/n: this is not proofread and also it's super short!! and i wrote this at night so i’m sorry if it's a lil bad :(

a/n added: i wrote two different part 2 for this and published both because i couldn't choose which one to post. you can find the fluff one here and the angst one here

warning: angst!!! angst!!!! just angst

21:14 

“i had to take a walk”

Totally terrified you looked at the phone in your hand, not knowing what to do. After staring at it for a while you decided to take a walk, you took your phone so you could bring it with you thinking in fear that Bella would find it and see the text if you didn’t. They said they wouldn’t be home for a while due to running late on set, so you thought that taking a walk to think things through would help before they came home. Putting on your shoes and grabbing a coat, you were just about to head out when you heard voices coming from the other side of the door. Bella.

Standing frozen in the hallway, the door opened before your eyes. Bella was not alone. You definitely can’t talk to them about it now.

“Hi darling! I invited my friends..” dragging out the last word they started to look confused while stopping in the middle of their sentence. “Were you just about to head out? Where?” clutching onto your phone tightly in your hand, you answered their question as calmly as you could, while almost being on the verge of tears. “I had to take a walk. I’m not feeling well.” You started to walk past them and the others but Bella grabbed your wrist before you got out of the door. “Okay, be safe alright? I love you.” You nodded and tried to keep their attention on you, since they grabbed the wrist with the hand that had the phone. Just as they started to let go they looked at the end of the coat and saw your phone. Something that wouldn’t be weird usually, if you weren’t so obviously holding it like you were about to break it.

“What’s that? Why are you holding it so tightly?” grabbing it before you even could react, and they accidentally opened it while they grabbed it. Their friends were all quiet and hadn’t even said hi yet. Martha who was right behind Bella must’ve somehow seen what it was before Bella did because she let out a gasp. You tried to hold back your tears but they were really threatening to spill the more the seconds went by. Looking down on your hands and taking a step back you quietly wait for their reaction. 

“Oh my god.” the pictures of Bella kissing another person on the street was fully visible on your phone. After a minute of silent shock Isaac finally spoke up, “I think this is a bad time. We’ll leave and let you talk this out. See you tomorrow, sleep tight.” They all left and you and Bella were now alone. 

You couldn’t bear the silence and anxiety anymore, so you just went out the door and simply said “I can’t do this right now. I’ll be back tomorrow, I guess.” you closed the door just as Bella was about to speak. You turned your back to the door and the tears who had threatened to spill were now streaming down your face. Picking up your phone and calling your best friend who quickly picked up, telling them about what happened and asking if you could stay there tonight, which you of course could. 

While you were at your friend's apartment on the other side of town crying yourself to sleep, Bella was at your shared apartment doing the same.

#actually i have two part 2's ready for this #one angst and one fluff ish #or should i leave it on a cliffhanger? #if part 2.. happy or sad ending.. #hmm many choices #bella ramsey #bella ramsey ellie williams #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey x you #ellie williams #hbo ellie x reader #hbo the last of us #hbo tlou #bella ramsey x reader angst #bella x you

[steven9rant]

just a whittler — joel miller x reader fluff

summary: joel whittles and reader watches

warnings: mostly fluff, established relationship, flirting, teasing (not the sexual kind), being a cutie w joel, mentions of depression(?), hugging joel, hurt/comfort, idk if this constitutes as angst but just in case... angst

notes: idk i just sorta need this right now and i dont know who else might, so here it is

Even from downstairs, you could hear Joel's quiet hums. Even as the fan in the corner whirred away, all you heard was his contented sighs. Even through doors and floors, that was all you wanted to hear. Your Joel Miller being what he never imagined he could.

There was a gust of thick, warm air that hit you as you pulled open the oven door and pulled out the spring rolls you'd made for him, knowing how concentrated he could become whilst in his element, to the extent that he forgets completely about himself and his human need for nourishment.

As they cooled on the rack, you poured out two glasses of orange juice. You set them down carefully, put the rolls on a small plate and carried them up toward him on a tray beside the two drinks.

With your foot, you gently pushed open the already-adjar door, immediately smiling as you saw him, hunched up and breathing slowly, working on his next piece.

“Hungry, love?” you said softly.

He nodded, still facing away, but acknowledging your presence as he absent-mindedly hummed: “Uh... just need one more minute...”

For a moment longer, you lingered in the doorway, just watching him. His large shoulders moved ever so slightly with every passing second and you just smiled. You were glad he could have this.

Eventually, you were padding through, setting the tray on the end of his worktop and looking down at him with a smile. You waited for him to complete one more stroke of his knife before putting your hand atop his, saying, “You should really eat.”

“It's only been...” Joel glanced up at the clock above his head on the wall and sighed out, “three... hours? Fuck.”

Your palm moved to his cheek, your thumb gently rubbed at his beard. “Don't worry,” you assured. “That's what I'm here for, old man; making sure you don't miss your meals.”

“Old man?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Is what I said.”

His voice was low as he nodded along with his words: “Oh, I heard what you said...”

He moved his face closer to yours, but before his lips and yours reached one another, you pulled back.

You told him, “Food first.”

He sighed quietly, nodded, “Sure thing, boss.”

Softly, you smiled, and reached to your side where the rolls all lay on the plate, and brought the first one to his mouth. Instantly, he bit down on it, ripping it in two with his teeth. He inhaled sharply and his eyes widened as he mumbled through the pastry and noodles and vegetables, “Ooh, ow, that's hot. Very hot.”

Giggling lightly, you said, “Well, it wouldn't be so hot if you'd blown on it first, genius.”

He tried to mock you, but through his chewing, the task was more of a challenge than he had anticipated. You put the rest of the roll into your own mouth, after a few blows onto it first; such was necessary when you knew of his tendency to name you a hypocrite, particularly after finding you doing things such as shoveling snow without gloves, only hours after rushing out and insisting that he'd catch a cold and shoving a hat onto his head and quickly tying a scarf around his neck.

As you were chewing, Joel's hands landed on your waist, and with a gentle pull he had you taking some small steps toward him. Face close to yours by the time he'd brought you down to his head and your eyes were on one another's, he said, “That one was mine.”

Still chewing, you gestured to the pile of rolls on the plate on his worktop.

He shook his head, “Oh, no. I wanted that one.”

Playfully, you rolled your eyes. And once the rest was finally swallowed, you hummed, “Kiss it off me, then.”

He didn't hesitate, pulling you in and erupting butterflies in your stomach when he bit down gently on your lower lip between his kisses. The pad of his thumb ran circles on your waist, tracking little patterns over the leggings you wore as he took in the lingering minty flavour of you.

Your breaths were slightly heavier when he moved back and sank into his chair. His smile was slanted and his eyes were gushing upward into yours.

“I love you,” he said through a breath.

You replied, “And I love you. Want another?”

“Kiss?”

“Roll.”

He nodded, “Yes, please.” This time you dropped it onto his palm and reminded him to at least lightly blow on it first. Although he'd clearly had no intention to do so, he mumbled, “I was gettin' to that...”

Your eyebrows raised as you nodded your head and hummed, “Sure you were.”

Joel took a slow bite out of it, all the while maintaining eye contact. Actually able to get every flavour this time rather than just the heat, he let out a short, contented breath. “Thank you, baby,” he said softly.

With a smile, you shrugged him off and stepped back slightly, in your same position as before and rubbing your thumb over your palm, wondering too many things that you probably shouldn't have.

“What's the matter?”

You shook your head. He stood up and moved slowly toward you. His arms enclosed around you and, your ear pressed against his collar bone, you sighed softly. His hugs were always something that had the ability to make you feel better. But recently, that had changed.

You still felt safe and warm and comfy with his arms around you, but it was different. The sadness didn't go away this time. The emptiness still whirled around within you. The fear remained your sole focus. What if you lost what you had now? The people. Joel.

It was a thought that riddled your mind in quiet and busy moments alike, that stuck onto the back of your brain and kept itself busy there, torturing you from the inside out.

You hated times like this, when it got worse, and he could tell, and you'd just ruined a perfect moment.

You wanted to stop. That didn't mean you could, though.

Joel said some soft words against the top of your head, reminding you he was there, he wasn't leaving, he loved you. They soothed you for a while. You hadn't even noticed the tears as they trickled down your cheek and onto his thin grey t-shirt. You pulled away, wiped your nose and looked at the sodden fabric.

“Sorry,” you said, avoiding his eyes. Joel's head shook. His two strong hands grasped your face and he brought your eyes up to meet his. Red raw and tear-filled stared at perfectly clear and dry. No avoiding now. “I don't know what that was...”

His voice was gentle in his response, “Oh, baby. Don't apologise; you're allowed to cry.” Aware that sometimes you just needed to see her, he offered, “You want to go to Ellie's?”

Through a sniffle: “I want to stay here.”

“That's okay,” he said with a smile before pulling you in again to once more be wrapped up in his arms.

It was better that time, slightly.

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notes: im sorry if that ending was abrupt, ive never been great at them. hope youre all okay. also, happy birthday to whoever is lucky enough to share one with me<3

#joel miller #joel miller fluff fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #no smut #no smut just sad #a little bit of sad #only s little #i swear #i promise #x reader #joel miller x reader #nogendergiven #tlou joel #i love him