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pt.2 to my angsty loser!ellie drabble 𝜗𝜚
nsfw! ellie gets caught and that’s literally it. i hate this so bad but it’s whateva
(part 3 will have lesbian gay lesbian boob vagina butt sex i promise. no more ellie masturbating)
find pt.1 here! & pt.3 here :3
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after ellie’s pathetic masturbation sesh, she vowed to herself to fucking pull it together.
she wasn’t gonna let herself mope over you, because she knew you had an active sex life. she forced herself to be fine with it. to be fine with the people you decided to bring to your bed. she wanted to be near you without feeling this suffocating feeling of yearning and lust filling her insides.
and if that meant tucking her feelings to the deepest pits of hell, then so fucking be it.
a few weeks had passed since that little moment you and ellie had. the one where she had showed up to your house in the middle of you hooking up with someone.
the morning after, she has awoken to a string of texts from you, all apologizing for that awkward moment.
11:34pm
ellie i’m so sorry you had to see me like that. i didn’t mean to come off rude.
i wanted to go after you but i couldn’t really leave her alone in my house lol
els?
i’m really sorry. i hope u don’t think you can’t come to my house ever again ☹️ i actually thought it was sweet you showed up like that.
2:12am
goodnight ellie. i hope things aren’t awkward between us.
god, you made her feel awful. you were too fucking sweet to her. the way you never missed a single night when telling her goodnight, even after something like that. she rubbed her swollen face, mainly from crying, and typed a short message to you.
9:47am
hey, sorry for rushing away like that. idk why i did that lmfao
and things aren’t awkward at all, i shouldn’t have just showed up unnanounced
no els seriously! you should do that more often. tbh i wanted to hang out with you more than that girl… but yk i couldn’t 💔💔
she smiled at your kind text, glad that you two could just put it behind yourselves. her moment of relief was quickly replaced by disgust, when she saw the state of herself and her bed. her inner thighs sticky with dried cum, and her sheets below her still damp with all the extra release.
“gross..” she mumbled to herself, getting up and immediately throwing on some boxers and a tshirt, feeling way too vulnerable being naked like that. she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, then threw her sheets in the wash.
since then, you two have been fine. you do your weekly hangout sessions, where you grab food and talk about anything for hours on end. it’s almost as if nothing happened.
until one of your sleepovers.
you always convinced ellie to spend the night at your house, at least every other week. whenever it’d get dark outside and ellie would start to get up, you’d give her that irresistible pout and “ughhh, c’mon els.. just spend the night. it’s too dark out for you to go home.”
and every damn time, she agreed. how could she ever say no to you?
one night, you and ellie are high out of your minds, talking about god knows what. all giggly and soft, you two exchange jokes and stories that really make no sense. but, to you two, it’s the funniest thing in the world. after a laughing fit between the two of you, you wipe your tears and sigh.
“god, i love you.”
you say, still catching your breath from that tummy tensing laugh. the words were just an expression of admiration for her. but to ellie, they were so much more.
“i love you too.”
she says, looking you in the eyes. she’s high, so she’s not thinking too hard about how sincere she sounds. but she really should’ve, because that soft tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes make it sound way too fucking real.
“woah,” you let out a nervous, breathy chuckle. “that was a bit theatrical.”
“wh..what do you mean?”
ellie asks, getting a bit nervous. she’s not her usual, stuttery self though. she keeps it together. thanks to the weed.
“just the way you said i love you. it felt like… deep.”
you move your hands as you talk, and ellie just shrugs. but she knows she’s fucked. before she could stop her feelings from resurfacing, she gets that familiar tingle in her belly and pounding of her heart.
“shut up,” she rolls her eyes, trying to play it off.“you’re dramatic.”
her voice wavered with those last words. fuck, her voice wavered. why did she feel like she was gonna have a breakdown any second now? she had to get the hell away from you.
“gotta piss. be back in a bit.”
ellie says quickly, so quick you don’t even have time to retort to her calling you dramatic. you just sit there, confused. you could’ve sworn you heard some uncertainty in her voice, but you let her go.
meanwhile, ellie made a beeline for your bathroom. she shut the door and leaned her head against the wood. she let out a deep sigh, trying to calm herself. the fact that she felt the most intense feeling that she couldn’t even describe over a mere “i love you” had her cringing.
she just couldn’t get over you. the entire night, she tried her best not to think about how good your tits looked in your pajama top, or how badly she wanted to just shove her face into your ass in those little shorts.
her thinking over these details led to the predicament that she’s in right now. sweatpants around her knees, legs slightly spread as she rubs one out while leaned up against your bathroom sink. her eyes are shut and her head is thrown back, letting out the quietist grunts she could muster.
she knew she shouldn’t be doing this, she promised herself that she would stop. but god, you made it hard. she was so wet, it made her cheeks flush red. the simple thought of you had her literally dripping around her own fingers.
you were still in your room, biting your thumbnail as you wait for ellie. you start to get worried, thinking you made her upset by commenting on how she said ‘i love you’. so, you being the thoughtful friend you are, go to check on her.
you quietly walk to the bathroom, putting your ear against the door. you were going to knock and mutter a little “els? are you okay?”, but the sounds you heard made you lose all the words in your mouth.
soft, sharp inhales and tiny sticky noises is all you can hear through the door. it’s a bit hard to listen to, since the soft buzz of the yellow light in there overpowers it. what the hell is she doing in there?
you knew this was wrong. an invasion of privacy to the max. but your curiosity was getting the better of you, and you were worried. you put your hand on the doorknob and slightly twisted it, not expecting it to open. but it did.
did ellie forget to lock the door?
ellie doesn’t hear the soft click of the door opening, too lost in her own pleasure as she practically humps her own hand. it had been too fucking long since she could touch herself to the thought of you. her only guilty pleasure.
her head was still thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed her clit at a shockingly fast pace. and you saw it all. you had opening the door just enough for half of your face to see through the opened crack. your whole body froze at the sight in front of you.
she was so captivating. her face looking all fucked out, her pale thighs that were so tensed up, the shininess of her slick that smeared on the heel of her palm. even the quick glimpses of her gorgeous auburn bush that you could see if her hoodie rode up enough.
your tummy felt weird. first, you felt guilty for eavesdropping on your best friend. second, you were confused why the fuck ellie decided now would be the best time to masturbate. third, you were turned on. disgustingly turned on, at that.
a few seconds of watching ellie made your panties get all sticky and wet, and that burning hot feeling in your lower belly. you couldn’t look away.
“ohh, fuck— please,”
your brain short circuited hearing ellie say that. god, she was so lost in her own pleasure. so lost that she accidentally knocked over your toothbrush and hand soap on the sink, causing her to jolt and snap her eyes open.
she looks down at the bottle of soap and toothbrush that landed in front of the bathroom door. the door that’s cracked. her eyes shoot up, and there’s where she sees a glimpse of you running away. a quick flash, but she knew it was you.
she is so fucked.
I HATE RHISNSO BAD RRRR😡
btw i finished this literally like 3 days ago and didn’t wanna post it hut i did anyway ☺️☺️
#dolly’s stuff 𝜗𝜚#ellie williams#tlou2#abby the last of us#abby tlou#ellie williams smut#ellie x reader#lesbian#tlou part 2#abby smut#abby anderson smut#the last of us#i don’t like this#rushed lol
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Ew wtf is this new tumblr logo
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#bakugo katuski#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#kacchan#bnha#mha#bnha 362#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#kacchan wake up#I don’t like this
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#i found some strength to colour it.#erm#yeah sorry#i didn’t draw anything else#art#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#rise donnie#rise of the tmnt#i don’t like this
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callie! 🎀 💕 🎤 🦑
#callie splatoon#i don’t like this#traditional art#callie cuttlefish#callie#callie and marie#squid sisters#splatoon#marina splatoon#pearl splatoon#splatoon 3#acht splatoon#pearlina#frye splatoon#splatoon art#splatoon edit#splatoon fanart#splatoon 2#marie splatoon#splatoon meme#splatfest#agent 24#art
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Keegan P. Russ x Reader
Content warnings: implied self harm, (no descriptions, nothing graphic), nudity, depression and depressive episodes. No gendered terms, so gender neutral. If anything’s missing, please let me know🫶🏻
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Keegan’s voice was grounding, sort of. That deep hum of his mouth buried in your neck, never saying enough to satisfy you, always leaving you with a selfish yearning for more. You don’t think he realises the effect he has on you, the way he pulls you back into your body with ease whenever your vision feels blurry and you’re not fully within your body.
You’re being selfish. That’s what you tell yourself when you try to push the thoughts of him out of your head, that you shouldn’t want more. He has a life. A job. You shouldn’t rely on someone else to try and fix you, that’s for you to deal with.
The relationship wasn’t working. He had told you during that last argument, the one which had prompted your breakdown. Keegan had been so jarringly honest, his words tearing down the image you’d constructed of him, built on daydreams and blurred memories.
You were too much to deal with, too unpredictable. Your mind would take a piece of information and run with it, constantly overthinking to the point where it would bother you with new insecurities and too much unnecessary worry, too much for you to handle.
You feel like your head is made out of glass when he’s around. Like he can read your mind, pull your thoughts out of your head and understand them better than you can yourself. Keegan understood you, the way your thoughts could run and cause you to spiral. You need him, need him to wrap you in his arms and let you bury yourself within him, need the warm flutter of his words reassuring you that your bad thoughts were simply the effect of your rampant mind.
That craving for him, the desperation for relief from your own mind turned against you was the reason the long periods of him being away felt so dangerous. He didn’t know what to expect when he came back, sometimes your attitude towards him changed completely, sometimes you viewed him as a bad person, having convinced yourself he was only taking advantage of you. It could take him weeks to have you back to normal, back to the sweet girl he was used to, the one who only wanted him, his comfort, his love.
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You’ll never forget the way he had said your name when he’d seen the new, fresh scars on your body. The sound so unlike him, so unlike the usual sarcastic, jokingly mean, comfortably dominant person he was. The way he’d lifted you onto the bed carefully, scared to hurt you further. Had kneeled in front of you, his big hands gently holding each side of your face as if you were a doll, just a fragile doll made of glass, scared he would drop you and you’d end up shattered in a thousand pieces, unable to put you back together.
He felt guilty. You could tell from looking at him, his expressive, pale blue eyes filled with a million questions he wanted to ask you . You felt guilty as well, of course you do. He doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve to come back to this fucking mess after a month of being away, and you pray to God to help you say something, anything to try and comfort him the way he did you, but you couldn’t speak when you were in this state.
You can’t speak.
The guilt seeps into shame, filling your throat with cement, scraping at your bones.
He stays like that, kneeling in front of you. His hands move from your face, down your body, stopping at your hips. You move your hand to his hair, drawing circles into the messy, outgrown black strands. It reminded you of where you were, reminded you that he had just come back from a mission and was probably exhausted, tired to the bone. You manage to pull yourself out of your mind, noticing how dirty his hands were, how the sockets of his eyes were still tainted from his eyeblack, the way he was supporting himself on the bed frame to keep himself from collapsing.
The poor man. You felt so fucking selfish, so ashamed.
“We can talk. Tomorrow.” You try and reassure him. He looks up at you, sceptical, hopeful, still worried. His hands rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the eyeblack smudged out even more. He stands up on his feet, muttering something about taking a shower before walking into the bathroom.
You wanted to take care of him. He deserves it. He deserves the whole world, you think. He doesn’t let you, not often anyway. Probably won’t let you now either. You’re worried he’s angry with you, he’s barely said anything. You want him to say something, to assure you that he cares for you, that he’s not angry, that he-
You’re being selfish, you repeat to yourself for the second time. You’re not the only one who needs care in this relationship.
The sound of water running in the shower beckons you to join him, he doesn’t mind. Prefers it, you think. To have your body pressed close to his, bare skin on skin. You pull your shirt off, looking up at him, naked body leaning onto the shower tiles.
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You swipe the cotton pad across his skin, the black stain slowly fading with your gentle touches, his eyes squeezed shut to avoid the sting of your makeup remover.
He watches you silently, letting you clean the dirt off his skin. His body is littered with bruises, purple and yellow marks on his arms and torso, a bigger one on his thigh. You’re careful with the loofa, putting the least amount of pressure to avoid causing him any discomfort. His face is pulled into a frown, closing his eyes in response to your murmured apologies.
His hand slips around your waist, caressing the soft skin, head dipping to press a kiss to your forehead. He shushes your apologies, pulling you closer to him. You find comfort in him, his voice bringing you back into reality. You bury yourself into his chest, the warmth from his skin embracing you. “You’re okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to apologise.”
#keegan p russ#keegan russ#call of duty ghosts#cod ghosts#cod keegan#call of duty keegan#cod#keegan russ x reader#I don’t like this#I was half asleep writing it pls
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RK!Weiss and RBY reunion
Until this moment, RBY thought Weiss had made it to Vacuo. None of them knew what happened on the bridges. None of them knew Penny died or that the relic was gone. None of them knew that it was Weiss who did it. None of them knew they lost.
(Jaune made it to Vacuo with Winter after Weiss fell.)
btw, this not in the same universe as our comic 👍
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if you remember requesting scenarios from diff characters in diff scenarios abt 2 yrs ago, here ya go :DD
Kuroo is exhilarated, his adrenaline rushing after their victorious match. However, in a (not so) unusual twist, he abandons his captain duties immediately after shaking hands with the opposing team. Ignoring the usual post-match routine of a heartfelt speech and cool-down stretching, he stands there panting, sporting a huge, dorky grin. His eyes search for you among the crowd, and when he finally spots you, he can't contain his excitement.
"We won!" he exclaims, as if you hadn't just witnessed the entire match.
"Yeah, Tetsu, you did it! I'm proud of you," you reply warmly.
Unable to contain your own excitement, you step forward, closing the distance between you two. Standing on your tiptoes, you place a chaste kiss on his temple, a gesture of affection that comes naturally to you. He blinks back at you, feeling like he might explode from the adrenaline and happiness coursing through him. The world seems to fade away for a moment, leaving just the two of you in that euphoric bubble.
He's momentarily frozen in place, captivated by your affectionate gesture, and if it weren't for his teammates calling for him, he would have happily stayed right there with you until the gym was emptied out. The joy of the victory, combined with the tenderness of your kiss, makes it a moment he wishes could last forever.
#—out of spite; gwen#boo#i don’t like this#but it’s my bf so#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#kuroo x reader#kuroo fluff#CAN’T RESIST PUTTING THIS ON QUEUE ITS MY BF#[ tetsu shrine ]
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cringe sillies
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you can’t even get merch anymore
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here’s 3 things from when I played re2 a year ago before I somehow glitched the game and got stuck at the helicopter that, I, personally, think are very leon coded
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I had a dream that I was wearing a really cool wig!
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