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beforeimdeceased · 1 month

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ENTANGLED IN YOU— WHEN WILL MY LIFE BEGIN?

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ellie williams x reader

a/n: this actually isn’t the best but i’ll post it now and edit it later :D let me know what you think

tags: @astralnymphh

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once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived a castle…

okay maybe it was an abandoned apartment complex, and maybe she wasn’t a princess, but that isn’t the point of our story. our story focuses on how fate is inescapable.

“flower! let me up.” the doctor calls. you look outside of your broken bedroom window and quickly rush to the main room where there is a lever. you then, twist it with all your might. this triggers a series of reactions going downward which opens a space in the wall for the doctor to walk up.

this was a daily routine. doctor would go out and forage for supplies and food while you tidied up your “tower” as you called it. it wasn’t much but it was home and helped protect you from the outside world.

many years ago an outbreak occurred causing a sickness in the people of the world. doctor says it was terrifying to see. disfigured faces as a parasitic virus took over their minds.

but you were special.

you were born a few years later in a hospital doctor had been working in at the time. your mother had been seeing doctor for months and she was finally ready to deliver you. then suddenly, there was a break in. the infected monsters stormed through and bit your mother as you were being born. in a panic, doctor wrapped you up, ran as fast as she could until she found this abandoned building, and promised to always keep you safe.

she waited to see if the affects of the bite were passed onto you, and gratefully reveled in the fact that they did not. she still continued to watch you carefully. just in case. then, one day while cleaning up, she turned her head for a moment and you’d been scratched by an infected that had found its way inside the building.

you wailed and so did she before she realized that you were not turning. days began to pass and you still hadn’t turned. you were completely fine other than a small scratch on the back of your neck.

doctor rapidly got to work. after running various tests she used your blood to create a cure. it’s temporary against the infection, but it helps keep it from doing extensive damage. it gave those who were previously hopeless a reason to be hopeful.

she was excited about the results and prepared to share them with the world.

once she’d gotten in touch with the others in her field, they said in order to make a viable cure for everyone you would have to die, which she did not agree with.

so she rushed back to the tower, closed the doors, and swore to never let you leave out of fear that others would hurt you. even after you’d grown older. even after a cure had been fashioned years later from a mystery flower. even after the apocalypse had been declared over and it was semi safe to leave again. you would never leave. and she was confident that you’d never try to, until…

“are you excited for you birthday tomorrow, flower?” doctor asks as she walks into the lounge area. you were sat in the corner knitting a scarf out of yarn you’d fashioned from leaves. “i am actually. i’m more excited about the possibility of-“

“leaving to see the festival?” she finishes your sentence. you huff. “doctor, please. i look outside of my window and i see people laughing and lights shining just down the mountain. i know that a settlement is out there. have you still not checked it out?”

“no i haven’t checked it out and i’m not going to. i told you it’s probably fires started to control a large population of infected.” her tone is stern. she has checked already, it is a settlement.

you slump down in a chair next to her, hands clasped together. bottom lip sticking out. “please. please! atleast promise you’ll check on your next trip.”

she looks over at your face and smiles. “fine. we’re running out of supplies anyway. i’ll check on my trip tommorow, would that make you happy?”

“very.” you respond, smiling.

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a loud clanking is heard from underneath the tower followed by a string of curses. “doctor?” you call out. your heart begins to race. what if she’s hurt again and she needs help? or more of the cure? you quickly turn the knob and listen as her footsteps get closer.

then you hear her speak and it is definitely not doctor. you hide behind the entrance, a frying pan in hand as it was the closest thing to you. you watch as the woman steps up and looks around. breathing heavily with dirt all over her. before she can turn around, you knock her hard on her head.

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intoxicating-goddess · 8 days

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I want you to ride my strap. I want to be able to watch all the sexy faces you make as you take control of your own pleasure. I want to watch how hard you work to get yourself off. I want you to use my tits has handles while you grind your hips against me. Every once in a while, I want to buck into you just to hear you gasp from the unexpected pleasure. When you start to get tired, I want to use my hands to help guide your hips up and down. Then, when I know you're at your limit, I want to thrust into you as hard and fast as I can. I'll keep thrusting inside of you until you finally cum all over my strap.

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apolline-lucy · 7 months

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my book, THE SILVER BIRDS, is out!!!

On a cursed island where birds steal hearts and blades of grass cut sharper than knives, two young women driven by revenge take on solving a series of mysterious deaths.

Every winter’s first snow, a flock of silver birds descends upon Namu Island and leaves with a heart. When River’s father is taken, she seeks vengeance.

But soon uncanny events unfold: islanders die in eerie ways, the woods turn green in the dead of winter, River’s brother disappears, and a strange woman turns up.

To save her brother and unravel the island’s mystery, River will be cast into an unexpected alliance that will challenge her beliefs, trust, and love.

THE SILVER BIRDS is a queer enemies-to-lovers dark fantasy novel, which features conflicted characters filled with rage and wants for revenge, yet fiercely protective of the ones they trust enough to love. There is no good and evil, but rather a beautifully dark grey where monsters who aren’t really monsters live.

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blonde-elf-gf · 7 months

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Was gonna have a good day and then I remembered “Hate me. Hate me and live. I can love enough for the both of us” so I guess that’s not gonna happen anymore

#I just finished this book and it CRUSHED me #the oleander sword #the burning kingdoms #the jasmine throne #tasha suri #the oleander sword spoilers #sapphic fantasy #wlw fantasy

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madi-konrad · 4 months

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My wlw/lesbian fantasy romance novel A Demon's Name Upon Your Lips released today, Jan 6!! I'll update this post with all the links you can purchase it at. Right now, the following links are live!

Grab it at $5.99 at the following places:

itch.io (PDF, ePub, and mobi all included!)

Kobo link (ePub version)

Apple Books, Smashwords, and a few others (ePub version)

Amazon (Kindle version)

Barnes and Noble (ePub)

Synopsis below the cut!

Lucia is a succubus, a demon with the power to shape the emotions and passions of mortals. Summoned often into the world of Melodia, she takes pride in upholding her demonic contracts to the best of her abilities. She likes to think she does her job well … though a string of recent failures say otherwise.

Talia, the recently elevated Duke of Fallmire, summons Lucia for a simple reason: to pose as her wife and fulfill marital obligations to the satisfaction of Parliament. All to say, just a few weeks of walking around the estate and playing nice with the neighbors before a conveniently tragic death. Quick and easy.

But immediately, Lucia smells blood in the water. Behind closed doors, the Duke plots vengeance upon those who killed her father—and the demon wants in. Revenge, after all, is much more fun … and more lucrative, to boot.

But can Lucia predict how hard she’d fall for the Duke? (Not a chance). And can the Duke find it in her vengeful heart to love?

Spice Level: lightly described nudity, fade-to-black sex.

64,000 words.

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calchexxis · 2 months

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Hey everyone! If you want to read some original sapphic fantasy fiction, and/or want to support me as an independent, self-publishing author, please check out my works! I have two books in my series currently out, and I would love to get more eyes on them!

The picture is the cover of Book 2: Dark Star, and the link goes to my Barnes & Noble page, where you can get both books in either physical or ebook format!

I would love any support I can get to show off this world I've poured so much love into.

Cover Art by @lovewritteninthestrands

#reflector #dark star #self publishing #original characters #original fiction #original story #literature #author #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #sapphic fiction #wlw fiction #wlw fantasy #sapphic fantasy

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ellabsbb · 9 months

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wlw nsfw ꒱ okay so. imagine im just having the worst day ever. my nail broke, and i just got them done. i stepped in a puddle and got my new white sandals all dirty. totally world ending events. so, naturally, i have the worst attitude ever. im pouting, whining, being a brat just.. all day. it’s dinner time and my gf is trying to figure out our plans, and im just not having it.

she joins me on the couch where im bundled up in a blanket. only a oversized old tshirt and panties on underneath, cuddling with my newest squishmallow, watching my current comfort reality show, trying to calm down, yk?

“hey baby, what are you feeling for dinner? want me to cook?”

and i ignore her, because im in a cranky mood, and like.. she should be able to read my mind and tell that i don’t want anything cooked. duh.

and as gentle and patient ever, because she knows how i get when im in my moods, she continues on, “what about fast food? want me to order takeout? the place with the mini egg rolls you love is open.”

i let out a displeased sound, more of a whine then anything, and turn over so my back is facing her, mumbling out a, “leave me alone. ‘m not hungry.” even though yeah, i would love that takeout place with the mini egg rolls, and i don’t want her to leave me alone at all, not really. im just… feeling so many things, and don’t quite know how to express myself beyond shutting down.

and knowing all of this, because of course mommy knows what her baby is really feeling, she reaches for the remote and shuts the tv off. letting out a deep sigh, she settles into the couch and pats her lap. “alright, come here.”

i slightly turn to give her a dirty look, then burrow back under the blanket. “i wanna be left alone” my words are muffled from under the cover, and said in a quite voice, but she can tell i don’t really mean it.

“not gonna say it again princess. now.”

and i only wait a few seconds before getting up and shuffling over to her lap and plopping down, crossing my arms with a pout and glaring at her necklace, refusing to meet her eyes.

“there we go.” she reaches up to tug the blanket down from where it was laying on my head like a hoodie, adjusting it so it instead lays on my shoulders. her hands reach up to cup my face, gently lifting my chin so my eyes meet hers. “now, tell mommy what’s wrong. why is my angel pouting?”

and at her gentle treatment that i totally don’t deserve, my eyes start to water and i lurch forward to burrow into where her neck meets her shoulder, shrugging off the blanket and winding my arms behind her neck while letting out a few sniffles.

“awww, my poor thing. it’s alright, im here.” her voice is low and soothing, one of her arms curling around my waist, her thumb rubbing reassuring circles on my hip. the other reaches up and cradles the back of my head with her hand, brushing the hair away from my neck so she can place a gentle kiss on the side of it.

“‘m sorry mama. i didn’t mean to be rude. i promise.” the words are whined into her neck, interrupted by my stuttering breaths, and wet with the few tears running down my cheeks.

“i know, i know. your my good girl. always are. just calm down, im not mad.”

at this i lean back in her lap to meet her gaze, looking at her with furrowed brows and glassy eyes. “your.. not?”

she reaches up to wipe away the wetness under my eye, then gently cups my face. i nuzzle into her hand, still occasionally sniffling. “of course not, i know my baby just needs some help, yeah? just needs to calm down and use her words.”

at this i look down to break away from her gaze and reach forward to clutch at her shirt, wanting to hold something. “well, it all started with my nail breaking.. you just paid to have them done and then they got ruined so fast and then i stepped in a dirty puddle in the pretty new white sandals you got me and it was all my fault because i wasn’t watching where i was going and-” i stop my ramble to take a deep breathe, getting all worked up again :( my mommy hurries to shush me, brushing my hair back from my face. “shh, shh. it’s alright. i think mommy needs to help you. your allll worked up. just need to relax. i know just the thing.” she reaches down to pull her shirt off, leaving her in a sensible black bra. i start squirming in her lap at the sight, looking at her with doe eyes, waiting for permission to continue.

she smiles at this, noticing my excitement. “it’s all right princess, go ahead. help yourself.”

i let out a little squeak, lifting up on my knees to push my lips onto hers. waisting no time, i reach behind her to unhook her bra while she licks into my mouth. i grind into her, feeling her hands move to my waist under my shirt, one reaching up to cup my breast, the other playing with the hem of my panties. i disconnect from her mouth, panting, and bring her bra straps down her arms and toss it away. i quickly lay a few wet kisses onto her nipples, before fully taking one into my mouth, letting my eyes flutter close and suckling. her cheeks warming, she brushes her thumb against the apple of my cheek. “that’s right baby, settle down. take all the time you need.”

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deepslumbrrr · 5 months

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MY ORIGINAL FANTASY NOVEL JUST CAME OUT!

(Graphic design is my passion, amirite?)

A FANTASY NOVEL ABOUT DEATH, DECAY, AND LITTLE WITCHES!

Alma Evergreen lives a quiet life as a carnifex: a death-worshiping, magic-weaving, fancy-speaking little witch. When Prince Benjamin is found dead under mysterious circumstances, Alma is tasked with reaching the castle and solving the new mystery that’s befallen the great kingdom of Moonsong. Joining her is Violet, one of the prince’s faithful fixers, on a quest of her own to ensure Alma reaches the castle swiftly and safely—but can she be trusted? And for that matter, can Alma? THE SMALLEST SAPLING is a feel-good "witchy" fantasy story that is full of humor and heart, and it stands as a testament to the adage that sometimes, the journey can be just as fulfilling as the destination.

I'm so excited to share this with everyone, and I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

I can't wait to create more stories for all of you 💚

You can find the story in multiple formats here!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CP3XVKZW

#writing #slumbrrr #writeblr #aspiring author #new author #sapphic #wlw fantasy #new book #fantasy books #self publication #please read #and review #and share with all your millionaire friends #my first book

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beforeimdeceased · 19 days

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✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

absolutely ravenous — can’t keep her hands off of you even for a moment — ellie, looping her index fingers in the hooks of your jeans and pulling you as close as you can possibly get. feeling her pathetic labored breath on the nape of your neck while she nuzzles her nose into the warm skin. a ridiculous and stupid smile on her face, cockiness hiding her desperation while she whispers a soft “you want me so bad right now.”

which isn’t entirely wrong. need is the better word. her hands know all the right places to touch and all the right places to avoid so that you beg and whimper with anticipation. awaiting the moment she finally does touch you where you need her, and you feel as if you died and went to heaven.

but your homemade heart pizza is in the oven— fuck she smells so good. what is that woody scent? you have to think rationally but she’s insisting there’s nothing wrong with a little dessert before dinner.

you’ve given in, allowing her to take full control and ravage you on the counter top. her face is covered in you. her devotion to you is making your head spin. down on her knees worshiping and relishing in every bit of you. letting desire to get the best of her.

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luieo2006 · 4 months

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So i think that we as readers of wlw fantasy have to start working, like where are the fanfics of breaking legacies, crier's war, the jasmine throne?? Like I really need more stuff about these books

#the oleander sword #the jasmine throne #breaking legacies #criers war #wlw culture #wlw books #wlw fantasy #wlw fanfic #lesbian

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cigarettescraps · 8 months

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Call your domme “mommy” or “daddy” and watch them crumble while there eyes fill with darkness that is about to fuck your brains out

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angelsw0rld · 1 year

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just want someone to guide me through touching myself. telling me exactly where to touch n how while they smirk n laugh at how inexperienced i am. making me touch places i didn’t even know would feel good as they tell me how much better it will feel once they touch me too. making me think that they’re going to touch me or at least let me cum but then they make me stop at the last second n they steal my climax from me. cooing down at me as i whine n grind on my bed as they say we have to go again because how else will i learn

#wlw fantasy #sapphic nsft #nsft thoughts #nsft confession #nsft concept #inexperienced

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gay-art-vibes · 1 year

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