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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘

Notes!: HIII, this chapter picks up a little more…and has some smut. Also how do you add links to previous chapters??? I don't know how this app works.Umm, that’s all I gotta say really fill free to give me submissions too! But y’all I’m obsessing over Ethel Cain give her a listen…ANYWAYS ENJOY. (sorry this took so long to write I was being lazy ngl and I FUCKING HATE writing on here it’s so hard)

Also be sure to read the first chapter!:3

Chapter one!

TW: self-image issues(briefly), Smut, self-pleasure (Ellie and reader are switches cause why the fuck are y’all leaving Dom/Ellie with blue balls), praise, humiliation (I can’t help myself), scissoring, And dependency and I mean DEPENDENCY

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↞ blood thirst↠

“I love you like a rotten dog, I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums, like a monster, like a beast, like something not worth loving back…”

Amidst the desolation of the city, nestled within the eerie confines of an abandoned bank, past crumbling cement barely holding form lay you and Ellie venturing deeper into the ruins. Outside, tall grass swayed gently in the rain-soaked landscape. Greenery curled beautifully through every crack of debris in the once-modern city. Coating old highways in fluffy fields of earth, and streets now flooded rivers as nature takes over once more. Sights that could have been radiant in a sense…If you weren’t worried about what could be lurking amongst the serenity. Your feet still throbbing with each agonizing step, fatigued from looting for hours on end. Leading up to Ellie finding a withered note about a stash held up inside the forsaken vault. However it didn’t quite mention the amount of infected roaming inside. While fungus within the old building wasn't unexpected, you hoped fervently that the loot still awaited, praying that the note wouldn't prove to be a futile expenditure of both ammunition and time.

Especially since Ellie had recklessly fired off her pistol, taking down a runner with a clear headshot, inadvertently alerting other nearby infected. "Ellie! G-god damnit!..." You scowled in frustration as she rushed ahead, swiftly dispatching another runner by sinking her switchblade into its skull. Left to fend for yourself, you quickly dropped to the ground, seizing a bottle and hurling it at a snarling infected woman. The glass shattered, slicing through her already rotten skin with added ferocity, eliciting a piercing screech of agony as you swiftly moved in, driving a blade fiercely through her neck ripping it through the jugular spurting the dusty floor in her fluids.

Without a moment to spare, you whirl around, deftly sliding your hunting rifle off your sore shoulder. With practiced precision, you tug back the bolt roughly and fire off a shot at another runner's head, splitting it into fleshy gore. Swiftly discarding the spent shell, you tug back the bolt again with a sharp 'cha-chunk!' before unleashing another round at a wailing clicker, its arms flailing wildly. The thick, fungus-ridden skin yields to your bullets, severing its leg and leaving the monster to shriek sluggishly as it attempts to crawl over, bleeding out.

Amidst the chaos of battle, you were abruptly interrupted as another clicker forcefully pulls you back into its chest. Your heart sinks as you catch a glimpse of its rotten teeth from the corner of your eye, prompting you to react instinctively by slamming your elbow back into its stomach. Your head snaps at the sound of Ellie calling out your name, alerting you to imminent danger. Sliding a crowbar across the floor, readying you to confront the threat ahead.

The clicker, unfazed by your attack, now poised to retaliate, lets out a piercing shriek, its clicking intensifying as it bares its teeth. Its head twitches with anticipation, ready to lunge at you once more. Until a loud growl ripped from your chest, as you curled your arms back, slamming the bar into the center of the bright orange cordyceps curling from its face. Quickly yanking the rusty crowbar back, as the clicker shrieks in agony. Straightening up pathetically in defense, only to be met with another forceful blow to the jaw, blood spurting as rotten teeth shatter under the impact. With a fierce strike, you snap its neck, much like the crowbar snaps in your grip.

With ragged breath and clenched teeth, you tossed aside the now useless scrap metal, hissing softly as you rolled your strained shoulder. "Fuck..." you huffed bitterly in frustration, kicking aside the mutant body with a twinge of guilt. Despite its infection, the brutality of the kill left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing your gaze to soften as you panted. This thing was once a person, despite its attempts to devour you. It had a name and a family, though, in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but recall the harsh argument with Ellie when you had the crowbar in your grip.

How the fuck could she say that to you…. after everything? After Joel? You were the one who stood by her side, the one who rushed to her aid whenever she needed it... did you truly hold no significance to her? Did all those nights in Jackson simply vanish? God, you longed for simplicity, to be a normal nineteen-year-old again... reading her dorky comics, cuddling up in her bed, letting her play with your hair and pepper you with kisses while you read…..You hated how much this trip was affecting you…how it was destroying Ellie. She was the small sliver of normality in your life and she was seeping away through your bruised knuckles.

And that thought made your stomach churn with nausea…and your eyes to brim with tears.

You will not lose her.

You exhale shakily, running your bloody hands through your hair as you scan the area for your girlfriend. Muffling your horrified breaths with pants, you meet her fierce emerald gaze with dilated eyes. Luckily, Ellie seems preoccupied and focused on her task at hand. She pulls her blade from the runner's stomach, splattering her shirt with small speckles of crimson. With a dismissive scoff, she lets the body drop to the floor, wiping the blood from the blade before slipping it back into her jeans. "Are you okay?" she asks, despite her obvious exhaustion. You nod in response, swallowing a tight lump in your throat. "Yeah," you grumble softly in frustration. Still, clearly annoyed with her, she kept quiet she focused back on the mission opening the heavy vault with your help.

Half a cart of shotgun rounds, a dusty bottle of whiskey, and a few measly scraps of pistol parts.

How fucking pleasant.

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The scent of salt from the nearby ocean, once inviting, now filled you with revulsion. Despite your longing to escape the cold confines of Wyoming and glimpse the vast expanse of the sea, you were desperate to flee the perilous situation surrounding you. With arms folded tightly across your chest, you gazed up at the darkening sky and surveyed the dilapidated city below. Quietly approaching your companion, you observed her marking up the map, choppy brows knitted in concentration, lips pressed together, freckled cheeks glistening with the mist of salty rain. A gorgeous sight…if she wasn't a total dick…Seemingly unfazed by her surroundings, while you felt on the verge of collapse.

“We need to find cover for the night.” You muttered dryly, still bitter about the brief argument held that afternoon. And as much as Ellie hated it night was creeping in, a time usually welcomed back in Jackson— after a good meal, a long shower, all nuzzled up in warm blankets snug in the safety of your own abode. But to your misfortune, night only meant more threats. Even if there were less wolves on your ass, there were still probably thousands of infected just waiting for supper.

Despite her reluctance, Ellie silently acknowledged your wisdom, though she refrained from admitting it aloud. She understood the folly of persisting along her current path, recognizing it as a reckless flirtation with death. With a frustrated sigh, she acquiesced, nodding in agreement. "Come on," she urged, gesturing ahead, "I bet we can find rest in at least in one of these old buildings" With determination, she set off, navigating the somber, dimming streets, while you trailed behind, ever watchful for lurking dangers. Fortunately, the only sounds were the faint groans of towering skyscrapers teetering on the brink of collapse. As you both pressed on in search of shelter, the task seemed more daunting than anticipated.

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Silently, you and Ellie maneuvered through the fractured streets, her leading the way as you pressed on with a sluggish jog, ascending into elevated trenches. Every movement scraped your skin raw, leaving fleshy burns on your bare elbows. While flooded areas sent a painful chills through your buckled knees with each step. Despite the toll on your body, you remained vigilant, noting every sound, every flicker of light, searching for any signs of life among the desolation. In this world where society was but a tarnished memory, a mere fairytale within the elderly.

Infected weren’t the real threat out here…

Alas, your hopes were answered when your lover broke your dreadful thoughts with good news. “Hey! Over here!” Ellie's voice cut through the patter of rain, drawing you back with a quickened pace. You found her beneath the looming facades of the multi-business area, her gaze fixed on the few unbarred entrances. “Place is boarded up everywhere except those doors I’m gonna check it out, give me a boost okay?” she directed, and you complied, crouching down as she ascended onto your shoulders, reaching for the outer ledge of the second story. After a swift reconnaissance inside, she leaned down to lend you a hand, her grip firm as you hoisted yourself up, finally joining her on the second floor. Exhausted, you released a soft sigh of gratitude before turning the metal doorknob and stepping into the desolation beyond.

"Thank god," you grumbled, pulling off your soaked hood and clicking on a flashlight to illuminate the surroundings. With a sweep of your wrist, you took in the dismal remnants of what was once a gym: dusty weights, a treadmill, some deflated yoga balls. Grateful that the place seemed intact, you turned your attention to a corner where a few sleeping bags and an old mattress lay, seemingly dragged in. Your heart sank as you spotted crafted bombs and wolf snares, sending a shiver down your spine. "Shit," you muttered under your breath, scanning the area for any hidden dangers. "I don't think we should stick here long..."

Your comment caused Ellie's gaze to harden as she strode over, scouring the area for any clues pertaining to the blonde woman she was hunting. However, her search yielded nothing but old sleeping bags and a few meager cans of food, long since stored and forgotten.“…Been a while since someone’s been by….but we should probably get a look around..” she muttered bitterly, her disappointment palpable as she briefly glanced over a few old letters before tucking them away in her bag.

“Anything good?” You inquired, striding ahead to survey the area while your girlfriend let out a sigh. “Not really…just some shit about supplies not far off…might be worth a detour” she murmured, veering off in the opposite direction to inspect the locker rooms. Left alone, you explored the lobby and office area, relieved to find little of interest, though your nerves were on edge, despite anxiously looking for any hiding infected. But even so, you were graciously “rewarded” by the fucked up universe as you peeked into the staff room spotting an old vending machine.

A weary smile curved your lips, followed by a laugh of relief as you shattered the dusty glass with a spare bottle from your bag. Swiftly kneeling to gather up the old snacks, a rare find in a world where food not in a rusty can was a luxury. Unfortunately, your joy was brief before a loud bang and a screeching wail of infected broke the fragile peace. Without hesitation, you dashed towards the locker rooms, where you spotted your girlfriend struggling against a stalker. Who seemed to just sprung from hiding. With a swift motion, Ellie withdrew a switchblade and pierced the rotting it's jugular, ending the threat without a moment's hesitation.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" she growled, her voice laced with fury and adrenaline, as she yanked the blade across its throat roughly, crimson splattering her cheek as the life drained from the fungal corpse. Leaving it to convulse, choking on its own fluids in a desperate struggle for release before succumbing to death's embrace. While you watched her feeling time stop for a fleeting moment once more, allowing you to observe the intensity of her violence. A part of your mind flirted with forbidden temptation, finding a twisted pleasure in her brutality. Yet, another part of you couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the victims—the lives you've taken on this path of vengeance.

She was the epitome of beauty and danger…

a sight that stirred warmth in your belly and sent your heart aflutter….

You feared her…ached for her…

for the touch of her skin and the soft praises she’d had once muttered…

This wasn't the same girl you fell in love with; she had morphed into something worse, plummeting down a path of vengeance too swift for comprehension.

But yet you were chasing and chasing loyally behind…whining for scraps or a soft pat on the head…

You were begging to feel her…to devour her….to become one…to become whole….

She was turning into a monster blindly walking towards vengeance….while you for grasping for the comfort of intimacy….like a wish flopping for air…helpless without water….

There was something horribly wrong with you….something too painful to define...an addiction that would leave you to curl up and vomit in her brief absences.

You gulp hoarding your unmistakable needs, rushing over quickly. Masking heat in your stomach…and a weight on your heart. “Fucking Christ, are you good?” You blurted out in a panicked rush, breathless. She nodded, her grip tight on the bloodied blade as she slid it into her back pocket. “Yeah…just fucking…came at me from the stall….” She muttered through heavy pants running her hand over her chest to relieve her rapid heart.

“Well….place is clear…..from what I saw..” You muttered sighing softly while she hummed in agreement finally looking around the large locker room a bit more. Her emerald eyes glimmered with determination as she approached an old generator, pulling at it persistently until it sputtered to life, casting the building in a white flickering glow. “Oh fuck yeah..” she breathed out, a fleeting smile gracing her lips, infecting yours with warmth. “Nice babe.” You praised softly, surveying the surroundings in the pale illumination before making your way to one of the showers, hoping for a stroke of luck. You twisted the dusty nozzle and out spewed a stream of green, grimy muck before gradually turning into a tepid, rust-stained flow. Cold and tainted, yet still a welcomed sight, at least for now.

"Hey, check this out," you exclaimed proudly, prompting the auburn-haired girl to turn her head with a soft 'yessss.' "You go ahead, I'll set up," you added, walking out of the locker room to respect her privacy. In the gym lobby, you rearranged a few dusty sleeping bags along with dragging out the desolate mattress, lightly beating them before fixing up a makeshift bed. After the brief chore, you plopped down, kicking off your worn-out boots and exhaling deeply to relax. Closing your eyes briefly, you welcomed the calm before Ellie emerged from the locker room a few moments later.

Her flushed skin glowed with cleanliness after scrubbing, while her choppy auburn hair, still damp, dripped water onto her freckled shoulders. She casually strolled over, clad in a simple off-white sports bra and gray cotton boyshorts, her lean body slightly bruised like yours as she effortlessly carried her dirty clothes, tossing them aside. Letting you shamefully take in her body…and her small clothed breasts…those toned thighs…You let out a soft huff to snap you from your thoughts. This wasn't the time…though when is it ever?… it's not like relationships past outbreak day were fucking normal themselves.

“I let some soap in there for you…sucks we can’t fucking wash our clothes” Ellie announced hoarsely, obliviously walking over to sit beside you on the pallet. "Thanks," you hushed quickly, masking your fluster with a dismissive nod, scrambling up to head to the locker room, cursing yourself silently as a gentle warmth enveloped your belly.

Seeking solace, you finally find relief in upcoming cleanliness, although it doesn't extend to your mental state. You rush to peel away your soiled clothes, shedding your sweaty, blood-coated shirt, along with your sun-bleached jeans, and finally discarding your dirty socks and muddy sneakers. Glancing at your bareness in one of the dusty windows, you feel a slight wave of sickness wash over you at the sight.

Your shoulders, still sensitive and flushed, bear the marks of clawing, while your breasts are tainted with dry blood from the wounds. Scattered bruises adorn your abdomen and back, some trailing down to your thighs, their origins lost in the blur of violence. You've been mindlessly treading this brutal path, cutting down anyone who crossed you or Ellie. Despite the numbness, you're reminded of your humanity; your body, despite its capacity for pain and damage to others, is still soft flesh, no match for metal or the knuckles of other survivors. You were going to scar…and what you couldn't show mentally your body was soon going to bear.

Yet, moments ago you were shamelessly ogling Ellie as if she hadn't shown what little care she had for your presence. You were a fool a stupid girl still head over heels for your lover even in this horrific state. You lacked any experience, except the few times you had slept with her or played with yourself in brief isolation. What makes you even think Ellie would be attracted to you like this? You're so desperate to cling to her as if things were fucking normal.

But they weren't.

Ellie's singular focus became glaringly clear: to eliminate Abby, no matter how unsettling or repulsive it felt to you. Despite your attempts to sway her, there seemed to be no amount of reasoning or demonstration of worth that could deter her from this path of vengeance. And you'll continue to follow and beg for touch like a weeping puppy lying belly up…. vulnerable to rejection….loyally staying for affection.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you turn away from the mirror and step into the once-pristine shower. The cold water cascades over your bare form, sending shivers down your spine as it soothes the tension in your sore skin. Dirt and old blood trickle slowly down the rusty drain as you scrub harshly at your sweaty skin with the meager amount of soap on the old rag. Your nails ruffle and scratch harshly at your oily scalp, attempting to quiet your spiraling thoughts and the heavy weight on your heart. Despite the fleeting despair, your body still thrums with anticipation at the thought of your lover. Even if you try to mask it, to play off your fear and emotions, there's an undeniable attraction toward Ellie that cannot silence the flutter in your core. The strain between you too left you pathetically trying not to touch yourself to ease the wetness in your cunt…you both were fucked up…but still humans aching to be accompanied.

Though Ellie had discarded you plenty.

You could barely remember the last time you felt her body against yours. Head tilted back, bottom lip tucked gently under your teeth you reminisced Idaho…the start of your travels. Seeking shelter in an abandoned cabin escaping the snow blanketed the woods outside. Barely able to keep away from the cold..till her nude body was pressed up against yours under heavy fur pelts. Her dry lips dampened by your tongue between slow heated kisses….briefly parting when they brushed your neck…to the shell of your ear….till wrapping around your cold puckered buds. While her fingers pumped in and out of your weeping cunt. Swollen folds parted gently keeping her thumb occupied as it rubbed your puffy clit…pleading for you to keep still so she’d fuck you nice and slow.

“That’s it….keep making those pretty sounds for me…”

“Good girl…come on…you can take it….thats it…just like that….”

“Stay still for me baby…so fucking pretty for me….”

She cooed gently while her warm breath ghosted her cheek as she pecked your pouty lips sucking softly on your tongue as you whimpered into her kisses. Through your climax was interrupted, when a runner made itself known by slamming on the bedroom door. Awakened by your pathetic sobs for release…and shattering your longed intimacy…

The bittersweet memory hadn't helped you much as your eyes fluttered open once more. Your lips tugging into a soft pout as you pull your fingers from your puffy clit. Leaving your fingertips stickily glistened with arousal before you tip them into the cold water neglecting your desire further. Reluctantly you turn off the shower, deeming yourself clean enough for now.

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After drying off with a towel salvaged from an old bench, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. Running your fingers through your dripping hair, you couldn't help but appreciate the semblance of cleanliness it brought. Rummaging through your cluttered bag, you were relieved to discover a slightly stained cami and a faded pair of panties. After a quick glance in the mirror, you noted the flush of your cheeks from the recent self-indulgence, the goosebumps peppering your skin, and the bruises accentuated by the lingering cold water.

So much for looking better…

You gathered your bag leaving the dim locker rooms to return to Ellie quietly jotting down in her journal perched up in the crappy bed you two would be sharing for the night. With her knees drawn close to her chest, the dark grey journal lay over her toned thighs, her copper hair spilling messily across her forehead. As she lifted her head at the sound of your soft footsteps, her emerald eyes traced your form. A gentle parting of her lips and a hitch in her breath caught your attention, before she quickly averted her gaze, shamefully closing her book.

"Dinner" was a somber affair, if you could even call it that, with only a few measly cans of vegetables to pass as a meal. Ellie had already devoured her portion long before you, a habit you'd noticed due to her tendency to avoid meals, though her reasons..she wouldn’t speak of and you wouldn't dare pry…Sitting quietly beside you in the muted ambiance, her emerald eyes flickered between you and the dim, dancing light in a repetitive pattern she had grown accustomed to. It was evident she had something on her mind, the subtle shifts in her posture and the nervous nibbling of her bottom lip betraying her inner turmoil. You sensed the weight of guilt hanging over her, yet you also knew her well enough to understand that she struggled to articulate her emotions. She had always been more comfortable with silence than words, a trait unchanged since her arrival in Jackson. Still as quiet and stubborn as the day you met her…yet you’re still hooked on her..like a puzzle to unsolve…counting the slow licks to the soft center. Waiting for a taste of the dewy core…to see her as weak and needy as you…

God..you could only imagine seeing her smile again…

Even if this was becoming a fatal chase…

Once your stomach felt uncomfortably full from the meager meal, you pushed what remained of your portion towards her, a new habit born from weeks of scraping by. It was a small offering, but you had grown accustomed to consuming little, barely able to stomach a plate of food even if you even had the choice. “Thanks.” Her muttered dryly in graciousness as she began to eat your fill. Her gaze softening as she looked over at you, like a stumped little girl in time out. “I….I wanted to say…I’m sorry for earlier…look I know you’re tired, and well do am I..” she paused with a harsh swollen mow of guilt between her chews before discarding the can next to her. Letting her hand rest on your bare thigh, her thumb tracing a soft pattern of affection. “I’m glad that you’re here…that you’re with me…I couldn’t have done any of this shit without you.” She added hoping for a sliver of mercy

Despite her attempt at an apology, it was quickly overshadowed by the sensation of her calloused hand coming to rest on your bare skin, sending a flutter through your heart like an excited child. You struggled to maintain a stern facade, inwardly chastising yourself for your weakness. Barely even able to remember your frustration. …"It's... it's fine," you murmured softly in response, your hand instinctively covering hers, a faint smile playing at your lips. "It was stupid…I just…well…we just..should get some rest. This whole thing has got us on edge..."

Ellie's gaze flickered as she listened. You knew there was so much she could say..so much she could do…But instead, she offered a soft smile in return. “right...I…I should..just sleep” she mumbled giving your thigh a firm squeeze, before leaning over to plant a gentle, apologetic kiss on your cheek. The gesture elicited a giddy smile from your lips, and without hesitation, you leaned in to capture her lips in a genuine kiss. Catching her off guard, Ellie gasped briefly before melting into your embrace, reciprocating the kiss with equal fervor. Her hand quickly moving to cup the back of your neck your lips brushed each others slowly with soft smacks. Before she pulled back making your heart immediately drop and a soft whimper to hitch from your throat.

“What’s wrong?….” She questioned tauntingly seeing you nudge forward attempting to chase her lips….” you want more?…” Ellie added in a rasped whisper making your thighs tense. While you straightened up eagerly sitting on your heels cheeks flushed in embarrassment for being so desperate.

But god….

That sly fucking smirk…

It made your stomach flip and chin tremble with a pathetic nod. “Please Ellie please-” You whispered till abruptly being caught off by her lips once more as she tugged you closer by the plush fat of your hips. Making your cunt ache between your thighs, scrambling to straddle her hips. While your hands curl into her Auburn hair tugging it gently. Heart fluttering, heat curling into the pit of your belly with each slow kiss. Your hips instinctively buckled for an ounce of abrasion. Drawing a chuckle from Ellie in return pulling back only to hush softly—

“So needy…”

Sending yet another pulse straight to your core followed by a small attempt to rut once more, till her firm palms groped your flanks in disproval. “Patience baby…” she cooed in a goading tone. Tilting her head a tad bit letting her nose kiss yours and her breath wafted your trembling lips…Absolutely charmed by your chase she leaned in tugging your bottom lip softly. Drawing a soft hitch from you, willingly parted your lips letting your tongue poke out testing her will.

But nothing….rather a gentle..

“Tsk….tsk….”

Concluded with a wet peck on your pout, and another erupting chuckle. Though, any other time you would find this endearing…or just as amusing. You found yourself rather frustrated…yearning for a move. “Ellie please…please just-“

You plead only to be rudely interrupted once more by a tug on your waist dragging your sopping wet cunt to rest on her bare thigh. Forcing a small whimper to escape your lips, and your head to shyly dip onto her shoulder. “What was that?” The aubrunette purred moving her calloused palms to cup your soft ass encouraging you to hump her femur…like a desperate puppy in heat.

Pathetically eager…you did just that. Mewling and whining letting your heavy breaths ghost her freckled cheek. So ashamed to admit how easily you could get off, with the help of your damp panties chafing your swollen sex. But you weren't the only one pleased..quite frankly Ellie was absolutely soaked…pulsating even but she was never simple….

“Hmph….mmph….” You huffed contentedly, nestling into her warm neck, inhaling the soft scent of sandalwood, while your palms gently pressed against her lean back, your nails barely grazing her pale skin. Your hips bucking joltingly, whenever clit bumped the start of her knee.

God…you felt so high…so stupidly drunk off her…

“Look at you…making a mess on my thigh…. you're so fucking wet aren’t you sweetheart…” she hummed calmly monitoring you with a fierce stare letting her nails curl into the plushness of your ass….You knew she was going to snap easily by the way her chest rose slowly in heavy hitches….

Along with the blossoming damp spot in her tight briefs…

And you were so horribly eager for it too, daringly tipping your head back in pleasure. Plush lips parted…eyes fluttered shut bouncing on her toned thigh, now glistened with your arousal. “Fucking Christ….” she growled softly underneath her breath, sitting up straight to smash her lips against yours. In such a painfully hungry way….as her hands slowly hoist your panty-clad ass up tightly gripping your under thighs. Forcing your breath to hitch and her warm tongue to invade your lips. Which you keenly accepted meeting hers in lazy traces accompanied but soft pants. While your hands trailed down from her chopper lock, and over her breasts cupping them in your palms, drawing a soft groan from your lover. Ellie pulled back, your swollen lip tucked between her teeth keeping her eyes locked on yours before letting go.

“So pretty…” she hummed flicking her tongue softly over your lips making you whine in return. “Please…El…” You managed to huff out once more as your lover panted wet kisses over your jaw..and down your neck letting her tongue brush over your neck. “Please what…come on baby you know better…” She remarked sternly letting her hands run down your bare thighs gently.

Flushed and consumed by lust, your mind blurred, succumbing to a familiar ache that pulsed like a second heartbeat, coursing through your nerves. You had no care for pride…or grudges you held all day. She was here…she was in your grasp….she knew just how to make you beg.

“Please….fuck me…”

Ellie smirked as she pulled away from your neck, effortlessly hoisting you off her thigh and flipping you onto your back. With cocky confidence, she leaned over you, her lips teasingly grazing yours before descending to assault your neck. Just like that, your prayers were swept off you…handed over so easily like a beautifully wrapped gift. Your breath hitched softly feeling yourself melt over her heated lips. Creating pleasureful bruises all over your sore body in marks…worthy of baring.

Departing briefly after proudly looking over the scattered hickeys trailing down to your collarbone. Ellie smirked resting her chin just above your heart while her hands gently palmed your clothed tits. “Mm gonna fuck you so good baby…just sit and look pretty for me…” she purred lowly. Moving to sit back on her knees, toned arms crossing deliciously over her chest as she shredded off her grimy sports bra. Ruffling her Auburn hair along the way triggering you to swoon over her beauty with ease. You didn't waste a second more sitting capturing one of the rose buds between your plush lips. Sucking softly, tearing a groan from Ellie's throat. Motivating you to edge on harder only to be swiftly put back in your place. When a sharp tug at your hair pulls you back from the hardened bud.

“Bold….” Ellie rasped with a snarky smirk dawned on her lips before securing them back on yours. While her hands busied themselves tearing off your own bra. Flushed and bare-chested, you obediently, let your back meet the firm mattress once more. By then you were so desperate for more you bucked your hips up against her toned pelvis, your thighs firmly clutching her hips. Your lover whined softly in return rolling her hips over the soft cries that poured between kisses. Impatiently tearing herself from your honeyed grasp she ducked. Flicking her tongue out to plant a long stripe up your bare tit to your collarbone. Trailing warm kisses down your heaving belly as while you struggle to catch your breath.

“You’re fucking soaked baby….” Ellie groaned firmly grasping your plush thighs and tugging you harshly down. Clashing the tip of her nose against your clothed clit. “F-fuck Ellie please…please I'm so…mmph..!” You desperately squealed arching your back over the jolt. While her warm tongue lazily traced your weeping mound tasting your arousal leaking out the fabric. “Mmph….so sweet…so fucking good….” Ellie whined lazily between sopping kisses, practically mouthing your clothed pussy drunkenly. Till she pulled back fluttering, her hooded emeralds open. Tracing the sight of your pulsing sex now lewdly nude under the white cotton of your panties.

That sight alone could've made her cum…

Quickly, Ellie shifts back in a blur swiftly ripping your panties down your thighs carelessly tossing them away. Parting only briefly to shed off her own underwear, to reveal her soaked pussy tucked under a neat auburn bush. You could feel your breath hitch over the sight of her puffy clit poking out from neglect, just before she hovered over again. “Fuck…I’m so wet…. ’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…” Your lover huffed brows furrowed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, pushing your left leg up letting your calf rest against her chest.

You could feel your heart tighten looking up at the auburn-haired girl your pussy pulsing over that tantalizing smirk. “This for me?” she cooed slapping your bare pussy, chuckling over your pathetic jolts. You nod flushed and smiling lazily purring a soft-“Mhm~…” Ellie, amused by your provocative whine rewarded you by slotting her soaked pussy against yours. Earning a long whine from your throat as your clits bumped each other. “F-fuck….oh f-fuck….” You mewled quickly grasping Ellie's slender hips as she began to rut against your pussy. As if you couldn't get any wetter…

“A-ahh…hummph……fucking….Christ baby….” Ellie huffed, her head tilted back her eyes fluttered shut. While her voice delectably trembled to a whine much like yours. Your mind was completely fucked, your eyes so lazily hooded, your while skin glistened with sweat. The room slowly reeking of sex along with an obscenity of the squelching noises and cries of pure bliss. “S-so good…” You babbled whining helplessly rolling your flanks to meet her eager pussy, your back arched painfully rough feeling her clit brush messily against yours. “F-fuck don't stop don't stop don't-” you added squealing over every rough slap of your cunts together.

Ellie grunted leaning down more, watching your face stir in desperation along with the gentle bounce of your tits. Nearly pushing your thigh up to your chest as she fucked you so lewdly, so rough, and animalistic. Making you swear you could see fucking stars. “Mm….you like that…h-ahh… ’m gonna fuck you so good baby…gonna cum all over your pretty pussy…” she growled sternly making you mewl and hump her pussy sloppily trying to chase your high. “Y-yes! Y-yes….F-fuck…Ellie!” You sobbed feeling heat run down the pit of your belly shooting to your weeping pussy. Till suddenly waves crashed quickly over you as your cum soaked her flushed pussy stickily.

Not sparing a second your lover squeezed your hips assuringly holding them up as she rolled her hips quicker. “El…El!…s’ too much!” you cry out softly in oversensitivity, while she used you to get off. “Come on baby… mmph f-fucking take it…take it pretty girl I know you can” she demanded roughly. Tilted her head to nip harshly on your calf muffling her moans against your skin. “Yeah…y-yeah…just like that baby…o-oh my fucking….” The auburn-haired girl whined her hips jolting, harshly rubbing her hardened clit against yours. Before one last rut forced her to spill over the edge, painting your puffy cunt in her milky arousal.

The two of you sat there for a moment, flushed and breathlessly exchanging fierce gazes concluded with messy kisses. Before the warmth slowly settled into a shiver….Ellie’s body, now resting tiredly at your side. Your eyes locked on the dark ceiling above you…listening to the soft patter of rain coming to an end. While small leaks dabbled down to your bare skin….The sun was rising trailing in through dusted windows, kissing your bare bodies…but frigidity remained….

Back to the hunt…

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oogaboogasphincter · 9 months

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hii idk if anyone else is having trouble but the sfw and nsfw prompt lists are not opening at all for me!! id like to request something if you have the inspo for joel miller <3

Say Yes To Heaven | Joel Miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) MDNI! | vaginal fingering, emotionally constipated joel and reader, mutual pining like omg, only one sleeping bag | 1.0k words

a/n: oh no i'm so sorry they didn't open!! :( i updated the links so hopefully they're working now, but thank you so much for sending in a request regardless 💗 i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope you enjoy!

"Let it happen," he murmurs into your ear, his breath hot and humid against your skin. You think you can hear a hint of politeness in his encouragement, but it's swallowed up by his dark tone and comes out as a command.

Your patrol partner has three of his thick, scarred fingers crooked inside your pussy, maintaining a steady pace of purposeful thrusts that drive you toward your release at light speed. You can't see what promises to be a deliciously vulgar sight, pinned on your back beneath Joel's criminally broad shoulders and sealed tight together in your lone sleeping bag. You're starting to think that, "Mine has clicker guts all over it," was a load of horseshit.

He can tell you're fighting it. Not him, but the pleasure he's inflicting that threatens to blind all your senses. The apocalypse has rewired your brain to resist all feelings of ease, because that must mean you're abandoning your dire responsibilities and failing to assess the terrors that swarm you. An orgasm is definitely not a vital task, or so your repressed conscience told you.

But you need this. It's been years since you've been with someone. Months since the last time you found the headspace to masturbate, and that was just a quick few flicks of your fingers against your clit that almost felt impersonal, mechanical. Joel is gruesomely reminding you what you've been missing, how good it can be, via the slick, lewd sounds emanating from between your thighs.

Those damned espresso eyes staring down at you with unrelenting dominance tell you you need it. Joel's chest rising and falling with exertion and the glimmer of craze in his glare tells you he needs your release just as much as you do. Joel's had an equally torturous halt to his sex life, the last time he tasted someone being a distant mistake he actively tries to forget.

He leans down and presses his forehead against yours, the most tender gesture he's made all night, contrasting the tearing of your panties clean off your body and the gratifyingly rough intrusion of his fingers. Sweat dapples his temples and makes him slip, his nose dips and grazes your cheek. His grizzly facial hair brushes your lips and his breathy pants spill into your mouth, his heart jolting with yours when he finds that spongy spot in your depths and massages it.

"Let it happen," he says again. This time his voice has a degree of softness to it, resembling a plea more than an order. His thumb bends to rub circles around your clit, before he indulges your aching bundle of nerves with direct stimulation of his calloused fingertip. You squeeze your eyes shut with a rapturous groan, your thighs twitch with the anticipation of your resolve finally reaching its breaking point.

"Come for me," Joel growls. Your lower belly presses into his in the narrow space of your sleeping bag as your back arches, creating a delicious sense of pressure on your plush walls. Your mind finds bliss as it loses all sense of reality, besides the ensnaring heat pulsating in your cunt. You claw at Joel's back as you come, your fingers grabbing ahold of his jacket and twisting the fabric so hard in your grip you hear a seam pop.

Joel's eyes are fixated on you throughout the duration of your climax, watching you with mesmerized intrigue. He masterfully slows his fingers to aid the ebb and flow of your come down, but then gives you no choice but to dive headfirst into a second consecutive release as he speeds back up again. Static jumps behind your eyelids and you scream, knotting your fingers in his graying hair. A litany of curses tumbles from your mouth breathlessly and you cry out for him by name, repeating that sweet, solid name on your tongue.

He puts his hand over your mouth not to quiet you - fending off a horde of clickers is well worth hearing your delectable moans and the way his name sounds on your sweet tongue - but to soothe you. From the pitiful upward tick of your brows and your trembling lower lip, he wants to comfort you. To give you a safe landing from your peak and a secure place to decompress.

When your breaths come slower against his palm he takes it away, caressing the softness of your parted lips delicately. He lingers there, committing the sensation to memory for those nights where his romantic yearning for you overpowers his restraint to remain professional and he strokes himself, tangled up all alone in his sheets, to dreams of you.

Tears drip to your neck, some a reaction to the flood of endorphins you weren't sure your body was even capable of producing anymore, and some from the bittersweet nag that this was sure to be a one-time thing with Joel. That all he saw was your vulnerability, combined with a convenient opportunity, and took it.

He stays quiet and dabs your tears away one by one with his free hand, his other still hidden and cradling your sex, feeling its pulsating aftershocks.

You avoid eye contact with him - that would be too intimate for both of you.

He presses a reverent kiss to your forehead, the soft sound of his lips drawing a shuddering breath out of you. An innocent blink trickles with residual tears. You find solace in his warm skin as you tuck your nose under his jaw.

It might sound silly, but you don't care. He's given you a gift that you yourself didn't realize your dire need for. You start to thank him, "Thank y-"

He cuts you off with a shake of his head. The soft movement of his salt and pepper curls makes your words catch in your throat. They wave at you like they're begging for the return of your touch. "No need," he whispers, his voice straining a bit. His trademark gruff hoarseness sounds clearer to you in the silence following the storm than ever before. Or maybe you're just mirroring his incessant need to record every single detail of this encounter.

You shimmy your hand beneath the covers and reach for his bulge, but he shakes his head again, gently pushing your hand away. "But-" you stutter, and he just wants you to stop. Stop being so lovable. So he kisses you. He sighs in concession into the kiss, as the barrier around his heart that's supposed to be impenetrable suffers another blow.

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Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Seven

Wax Play - Joel Miller/Reader

Summary: Joel and you are paired up for patrol. There are a lot of things unsaid, a snowstorm rolling in and some candles. Go figure (or go read i guess).

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

WC: 1900

Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit Content, Genderneutral Reader, Wax Play, Nipple Play, Infected, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Temperature Play, Snowed In, Two decade old ravioli

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notes: hi babes! another joel piece today, one that is actually one of my favorites! if you enjoyed the first week on kinktober, lmk in a comment <3

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The day is cold.

It's a normal patrol and you stomp through the snow that's been blown into the abandoned house, still high on the success of taking out two runners all by yourself. It's a split moment of distraction as you miss the noise coming from the open bedroom door next to you and that split moment is all it takes as the clicker shoots out of the doorframe and slams you into the nearest wall.

“Fuck!” A yell escapes your throat as you try to keep the Infected out of arm's reach, your fingers digging into the fungal plates on its chest as you stare into a face that has lost all its resemblance to the human it must've been years and years ago.

Its mouth is wide open and for a split second you think the agonizing scream you hear is coming from the creature in front of you. Then you realize it's your own.

The moment seems to stretch on endlessly, the fear in your chest starting to be replaced by a dreaded feeling of being doomed, of the realization that this may really be it, when he appears in the hallway.

The gunshot rings in your unprotected ears and through the fog you hear the dampened noise of the clicker falling to the ground next to you, a thud before its body finally goes still.

The grip on you is gone but you can just stare blankly into the thin air in front of you. A few moments later, likely after making sure there's no more Infected around, he's there, in front of you. And now the grip of terror that the Clicker had on you mere seconds ago is replaced by one of tenderness as Joel gently pulls at your shoulders, helping you steady yourself.

His lips are moving but you can't make out the words. You can tell he holds his breath as he lets his hands roam over your body for a few seconds, turning your hands and bending his own neck one way and the other to check for bites. His touch seems to linger slightly longer too, but this time you're thankful for it.

His rough fingers glide over your neck, pulling at your thick winter jacket slightly to make sure there are no scratches on the delicate flesh of your throat. After a glance at your back, he finally seems to let out a small breath of relief and nods as he steps back, allowing you to take a shaky step of your own into the middle of the room.

He kicks the fungal plate on the floor that is now splattered with blood. ”Jesus, this place is overrun with them.” His gaze only lingers on the body for a few moments, then he turns to check the surroundings once more. It pauses on your form, still shaking, your gaze not meeting his.

“Come on, we're done for today.” Joel mutters and he gently nudges your elbow, staying closer than usual as he leads you back to the horses.

The patrol stop on this route is a cabin in a small resort by a lake, a few miles over from Jackson. It's quite scenic, but also harder to reach and unfortunately, more prone to attacks from Infected.

“It ain't too far now.” Joel calls to you through the snow blowing around your horses.

It takes a little longer than usual to get both of you into the saddles with how shaken you still are and the abandoned house has cost even more time. The wind has picked up while you have been inside and now the storm seems to be getting closer by the second, inevitably making the way back to Jackson that much harder.

“Should we turn back?” You pipe up, speaking again for the first time. He shakes his head, ”No, I reckon it's best to just find shelter. Cabin should be stocked up.”

During the winter months, it's not unusual for patrols to stay out overnight, especially if running into bad weather or blocked paths. Noone will worry if you spend the night here and go back in the morning.

Just as the wind starts to get really uncomfortable, you spot the large wooden sign marking the entrance to the small resort and Joel leads the way to the cabin frequented for the patrols. You lead the horses into the attached garage and shovel some snow into a tub to make sure they have some water while Joel secures the area.

After he declares it safe to stay, he locks the front door, ”Ain't like anyone gonna make it out this far in the storm either way.” He mutters under his breath but he is rather safe than sorry.

You stay quiet, huddled into a corner as you wait for him to give you more instructions. He doesn't.

Instead, he gets out some cans and stirs up a quick dinner for both of you. The two decade old ravioli taste like nothing to you and you struggle to even finish the small portion he has handed you.

Darkness has fallen when you're both done eating and Joel finds the candles spread around the small cabin and starts lighting them, glancing through the curtains as he does. Then, his gaze wanders back to you, still in the same position you've been in since you arrived.

“You're awfully quiet over there.” He mutters.

“Sorry, just- It's been a long day.” You reply quietly, staring at the empty cans in front of you. You can practically feel his gaze on you as he speaks, ”Yeah, reckon it has been.”

You both stay quiet for a moment and he returns to your side, pushing the half-empty cans away with his boot before he sits down, his gaze never leaving your form. His voice is quiet and gentle when he speaks.

“It didn't get you.”

“I know.”

He pauses again for a moment. And then-

“I wouldn't let it.”

“I know.”

Your own voice is shaking and suddenly, you feel like crying. He stirs next to you and a split second later you're cuddling into him, your face resting against the middle of his chest, the leather jacket he refuses to stop wearing framing your head on both sides.

Time doesn't matter as you stay enveloped in him, taking in the scent that smells like safety, the voice that sounds like a distant lullaby and the arms that feel like home around you.

You can feel yourself falling asleep and eventually, Joel nudges you a little. He has pulled your can of food back towards you and sighs, ”Come on, finish dinner and then you can go to sleep, hm?”

You whine into his chest and he sighs. ”Look, I'll warm it up for you again.”

He does, turning the small cooker back on to generate a little more heat, all the while keeping one arm securely around you. When he's satisfied, he turns the small flame off again and pulls you back a little.

You gaze up at him and he sighs softly before grabbing a fork and, one by one, bringing the leftover ravioli to your mouth. You know you would never admit it, but you do feel a little better once your stomach is actually full and you yawn a little as he cleans up while you reach for your sleeping gear.

Not wanting to attract attention, you don't start fires unless absolutely necessary so tonight it's staying warm in your thick jackets and sleeping bags. You huddle into the corner of the cabin, crawling into the bag as Joel brings a candle over. He reaches for a shelf above you but the wax is already quite melted and a small drop falls down onto your exposed arm. You yank it back, hissing a bit before it turns into a whine. ”Watch it,” You mutter under your breath and Joel almost instantly stops in his tracks.

Not because he's worried. But because he knows that whine.

It's the same noise you make when he's buried deep inside of you, when you beg him to finally move.

Slowly, careful not to drop too much, he repeats his motion, this time on purpose.

“What are you- Joel!” The hot wax hits your arm again and the combination of the warmth in contrast to the coldness that's surrounding you draws another whine from your lips. He smirks at his find and places the candle next to the makeshift bed, kneeling down so he can place both hands on the top of your sleeping bag, waiting for permission. You nod quickly and he pulls it down until it pools at your hips before tugging on your sweater:” Why don't you take that off for me, darlin?”

You comply, raising your arms as he helps you out of the thick piece of clothing. He carefully places it next to you before his hands return to you, fingers ghosting over your chest and tracing the lines and curves of it. The cold immediately gives you chills and Joel rubs the palms of his hands over your sides and your stomach for a moment to warm you up before leaning down to kiss each side gently.

Then, he carefully reaches for the candle and you watch the flickering light of it dance over his features as he tilts it very slowly right above your chest. Your gaze wanders to the source of light and you watch as the wax slowly begins to flow towards the edge until eventually a small drop falls down- and the hot sensation it creates on your skin travels through your body and from your chest right down to your middle. The whine is a breathless gasp this time and a curse escapes your lips, ”Fuck-”.

Joel chuckles lowly, clearly enjoying himself. He repeats the motion in different spots, letting a few small and then larger drops of wax fall to your skin until one hits your nipple and you gasp loudly in response, your legs clenching together as the heat from the candle seems to transfer to pool in your lower abdomen. Your hand darts out from under the covers to grab at Joel's shirt, fisting it in your hand. ”Joel, please ,�� You whimper.

“Please what?” He hums, a soft tone of amusement in his voice.

“Please touch me, please, it's too much, it feels so- I don't know, I just need- I need you-” You blurt out, unable to contain yourself any longer.

He chuckles again, a little softer now and shushes you as he puts the candle away, placing both hands on your chest and scratching at the hardened wax. It stings a bit as it comes off but it's just the right amount of pain and this time, he catches your whimpers with his mouth as he leans down to kiss you deeply, occupying what feels like every inch of your body.

He crawls over you, mouth never leaving yours as he shifts into the sleeping bag with you, his hands beginning to wander lower.

You spend the night entangled, limbs mixing under the thick fabrics of blankets and jackets and sleeping bags until you no longer know where he begins and where you end. He kisses your neck as you drift off to sleep hours later.

The night is warm.

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pilot-posting · 8 months

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╰┈─) Pilot Profile Access... Granted

Pilot: Em, MIP 12.A 🏳️‍⚧️

Rank: Corporal

Role: Mechanized functions technician, asset damage prevention.

Mech: Haratora-Zed, Class-X

Age: 18.

Synapse Connctivity: Sensitive. At-risk of addiction or mind-meld.

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heyo! I'm Em, I'm currently writing a short story called "Asynchrosis" in a series of parts here on my Tumblr! Here are links to each individual part in order!

All story parts are tagged under #asynchrosis

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5

Links to story related asks!

Srynthetica1 (how does jacking in feel?), Anon1 (who's we? why class-x? how combat?)

tags, #asynchrosis for Asynchrosis, #ems got mail!! for asks #emersons scrawlings for generally writing posts

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Wait? Who are you?

I'm Em, I'm a very normal trans person who absolutely does not let her weird obsession with what is essentially just robot-fucker v*re infect her every day life. I absolutely do not impulsively buy techwear clothes to cosplay a mech pilot who's a little bit down on her luck and I totally don't want someone to hypnotize me into believing I have cybernetic implants. I, in no way, want someone to dominate me so deeply that they force me to treat them like a pilot treats their handler and I don't want them to clicker train me to be able to force me to obey them.

On another note, my pronouns are IT/she. I use she/her self referentially because it's easy but PLEASE use it/it's for me. "Ohhh but that's degrading" IT'S NOT AND EVEN IF IT WAS I'D LOVE IT.

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DM's and ASK POLICY

I prefer asks! I love answering questions in a way which is productive to furthering the knowledge of everyone who enjoys the work I make! DM's however are HEAVILY encouraged if you want to degrade me, treat me like a whore, stick your fingers in my mouth, or hypnotize me.

Asks can also be horny! Send me horny prompts in asks, tell me how badly you want to be put into synchrosis~

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IS IT HORNY???

They always ask IS it horny not HOW is she horny,

Anyway, yeah! I'm pretty much always able to get into the mood unless I came like under 10 minutes ago. You can do with this information whatever you want.

With that said, what're my do's and don'ts?

DO!

DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO ME IF YOU'RE ALSO A TRANNY, I LOVE MY PEOPLE AND I WILL GLADLY BE AN ACTUAL CUM DUMP FOR Y'ALL

Degrade me

Hypnotize me

Force yourself onto or into me

Cut me, stab me, or perform invasive surgeries to cause me to meld in greater amounts with the perfect machine form I yearn to control

Cum inside me or on me!

Fuck my throat, or keep me under your desk, I have an oral fixation :3

Bind me up, suspend me, gag me, blindfold me, really anything that limits my awareness of myself is actually pretty ok.

Squish/bite/lick my chub

Make me call you names like master or owner.

Make me less person more machine!

DON'T!

Knife/gunplay is fine. Snvff however is unbelievably disturbing.

Gore is fine to the degree that my organs stay mostly in the same place they started, in regards to roleplay.

Don't engage in excessive praise. This sounds really depressing but I'm not used to it and it can cause me to panic!

Don't bring any bodily fluids except for blood, cum, and sweat into roleplay or sexting!! I don't like p*ss and sh*t lmao

Asking me to commit to major lifestyle changes without me expressing my interest beforehand will probably result in me caging up. I like kink lifestyle, but I want to take my own pace.

Do not interact if you find me attractive because I'm trans UNLESS YOU'RE ALSO TRANS.

But yeah I guess all you need to know is I got horny when a Legion first forced my Titan up onto the barrel of it's predator cannon and fired about 400 rounds of 40 mm anti-aircraft grade rounds through the midsection of my Ion in 2016.

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bird cage - chapter seven ***

summary - you’re on the run after escaping the cult you grew up in, the seraphites. you run into a woman who completely changes your course and are unsure whether or not she will let you live.

pairing - fem reader x ellie. both characters are in their 20s.

warnings - kidnapping, violence, weapons, guns, blood, injury, burns, aggressive language, animal death, mention of hanging, alcohol, drinking, nsfw. 18+ only.

*** this is something a little different, not a typical chapter. just start reading, i promise you’ll figure it out. it’s pretty short. the emojis, although a little cringe, are representations of drawings

a/n - guys i literally love you all so much. your love means the world and when you comment it makes my whole day, fr. just be aware, i cant comment on posts off this account since it’s linked to an old account, so if i don’t reply, please know i’m not trying to be rude! i really appreciate all the comments. i’d love for people to inbox me or go through my asks so i can properly say thank you <3 enjoy xx

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38383471/chapters/98009175

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Found a cabin to sleep in. It has a fireplace and is super warm. There was only one clicker in there when I found it but I took that mother fucker OUT.

Been away for 12 days now. Starting to run low on food. I should probably go back soon, but god I do not want to see her. I feel bad. She probably can’t stand me. Just need a break. Need to breathe.

🌲🌲🌲

I miss Joel. And Dina, and Jesse. Even Cat. I can’t imagine what they must be thinking right now. Wish I could let them know i’m ok.

I met a real scar, found her by a river drinking water. I think she’s around my age. She says she left them but i’m not so sure. She’s kind of aggressive, she bit my leg and it fucking hurt. We need to know more about the scars and why they attacked. This will be perfect, whatever it takes. But she’s making it fucking difficult.

Fell asleep on me. Must be exhausted. Also doesn’t shut up. Ever.

i don’t care

cause i’m not there

and i don’t care

if i’m here tomorrow

She tried to escape. Don’t know why I don’t just let her at this point. Holding someone captive is kinda fucked. I can’t stop thinking that Joel will be proud of me though. We’ll finally get the answers we’ve been looking for.

Says she doesn’t believe in the same things the Prophet does anymore, not sure why but thank god. The prophet seems like a complete fuckwit.

She’s quite badly injured. I think I’m treating it properly. What the fuck are you doing Ellie? This is a human being. Can’t let her know you feel bad. Vulnerability is weakness.

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She freaked out while I was tying her hair. Maybe she doesn’t like to be touched. Is that a scar thing?

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I haven’t dreamt about Cat since I met the scar.

Holy fuck. This girl is super skilled with a bow and arrow. Could use her on my patrol team if she wasn’t a seraphite.

Focus on getting her back home. Nothing else. Stop being fucking weird. She’s a Seraphite!! What the fuck Ellie!!!!!!

If everyone back home saw my hair put up in two little braids like this, I would quite literally never hear the end of it. Especially from Dina. But, apparently I look ‘cute’. So it’s kind of a win.

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I feel like the biggest mess of a person this earth has ever popped out and I wish I could just sink beneath the dirt and live there forever.

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memes-saved-me · 2 years

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Follow up to Let's Be Alone Together (TLOU AU) - AO3 Link

Tags: Smut, First Time, Virgin Billy, Bottom Billy, Zombie Apocalypse, Fluff

It was almost too smooth the way Steve lowered Billy onto the bed. Their lips only separating so he could sit back and pull off his jacket and shirt but as he unzipped his jeans he hesitated. Hand reached behind him to pull out his handgun and place it down on the side table which made Billy glance at his own weapon leaning up against the barricaded door. The whole street seemed clear of infected, with no signs of death or spores so they made camp and for the first time in what felt like forever, they were somewhat safe enough to give it a try.

They had spent weeks since that kiss trying to find somewhere like this. Although, Billy did enjoy the blowjobs and soft touches Steve now gave him, the kind that sends electricity running through his skin from a simple brush of his hand on his back. Little things like how when he woke he would find Steve's hand in his hair, brushing through it with his fingers while he kept watch. Something he was terrified to do in case it pushed a boundary or scared him off.

There was something truly exhilarating about the whole thing, the anticipating building up until the two of them were practically clawing off each other's clothes so they could just touch the other. Want now becoming a need as Billy threw his shirt across the room and pulled Steve back onto him, their lips meeting somewhere in between. The two of them fumbled for Billy's jeans and soon enough the two of them were in nothing but socks and stained underwear.

Neither of them washed or close to clean from the months of travelling across the country but that didn't matter. Especially when Steve pulled away to pull out his half-hard dick and begin stroking it, the sight of it only confirmed what Billy wanted to do next. Acting purely on instinct, his only knowledge of all of this from their conversations on the matter, he sat up and took hold of Steve.

Leaning forward to kiss the tip. Steve's hands moved to thread his fingers through his hair, pulling slightly when he ran his tongue under his head, a trick he learned from Steve himself. Slowly he pushed him further past his lips, making sure to keep them wrapped tightly around his growing cock until he gagged and pulled back. His length too much for someone who had only done this once before which ended in the two of them running for their lives after getting too caught up in the moment to notice the clicker in the next room.

Billy pulled away, Steve lifting his chin up so that he could look down into his eyes. "Just the sight of you sucking my dick is enough to get me hard. Don't worry."

"I've decided," he said and Steve tilted his head. "I want you to top."

"Are you sure?"

Billy moved up to kneel, hands sliding up to rest on Steve's chest as he felt his move onto his waist. "Yes."

"We don't have any lube."

"You'll just have to be careful," he smiled before leaning in to kiss him again, this time making a point to pull him back down onto him with his legs wrapped around his waist.

Grinding against his erect cock as Steve began kissing down his neck, bare chest and finally along the waistband of his underwear pulling them down to run his tongue along his already sensitive dick before sitting back to pull his boxers off completely.

The two of them now in nothing but off white socks with holes in various places, one of Steve's toes sticking through but again none of that mattered. Whatever world the men Steve had read about and then relayed to Billy lived in was long gone. Days of eating certain things and having fancy bottles of lubricant with various scents something they didn't have the luxury of. Their only option was to hope something didn't go wrong.

"Tell me if it starts to hurt," Steve said cupping Billy's face, he turned to kiss his palm and nodded.

Their eyes met before Steve twisted Billy's hips and lifted his leg to get access to his hole. Spitting on it straight away. Pressing a finger gently without pushing it inside, the sensation of it making Billy moan out. Quickly looking away from Steve's hungry eyes to bury his face in the old cushion to muffle his sounds.

It became even more difficult for him not to cry out when Steve kissed his way from one cheek to the other before running his tongue over his entrance, back and forth until he felt his tongue push through slightly.

"Ahhh..."

"Alright?" Steve asked pulling away but all Billy did was give him a thumbs up. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Keep going. Please," he almost begged lifting his head to turn and see Steve smiling up at him before going back in.

Sucking and then circling with his tongue until finally, he began pushing his finger inside. Slowly, carefully while making sure to keep it wet with his spit he pressed further and further. Billy reacted to every move, whimpering as Steve pulled it out and came back with two. Opening him all good and ready for what he knew was going to stretch him properly.

"I'm ready," Billy said. "Please."

"I'll go slow," Steve reassured him.

Billy rolled onto his back, legs bent and spread ready for Steve to continue but when he looked down he saw him hesitating. Hands moving to stroke himself but there was something in his eyes that worried Billy. He looked lost in his own head.

"Steve?" he asked sitting up to caress his cheek.

"Hm?" he replied snapping back to reality to focus on Billy.

"You looked lost."

"Oh," he smiled. "I was just thinking how weird this all is."

Billy tilted his head slightly. "Weird?"

"Like we're about to have sex for the first time but we haven't really talked about whatever this is," he gestured between them, Billy's hand falling to rest on his forearm. "We're like best friends but then I kissed you because I didn't know what to say after I thought you were dead."

"It's okay if you don't want to-."

"No. I really want to. Like really want to," he smiled. "Just, I was so scared in that moment when you fell. I played it off by mentioning sex so you wouldn't think to talk about it but I've never been so scared in my entire life."

Billy watched his eyes as they began to fill with tears, the kind that sting as you let them surface. One of his hands moved to brush Billy's hair out of his face. The other ran its fingers along Billy's jaw.

"I know you don't have many options but I want us to be together. Like more than friends who touch each other's dicks," Steve let out a nervous laugh. "Boyfriends or whatever and I know I should have brought this up before we got naked but yeah..."

Billy nodded, words getting caught in his throat as he felt the weight of his feelings drop onto his chest. Every moment of want and wishing suddenly came true right before him. "Yes."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They met each other in the middle, a kiss that completed everything for Billy. Soft but different. The whole atmosphere had changed so as Steve lay him back down, kissed his jaw and sat back to wet his own dick and line himself up all the anxiety of it vanished. Billy trusted Steve more than he had anyone else in his entire life so when he looked up, their eyes meeting once again, he nodded.

The two of them took a deep breath just before Steve began to push himself inside. Slowly, making sure to pull back out at every inch gained to get Billy used to the sensation of it. Except, even though the feeling was completely new, like shitting backwards in a way that felt good he couldn't help but start sniggering.

"What?" Steve asked confused.

"It feels great. Like weird but good. It's the noise," he giggled.

"Oh," Steve laughed. "Yeah."

It took a moment for them to stop, Steve half inside as he wiped at his eyes from how funny they suddenly found the whole thing. Eventually, they continued. The sounds caused a smile every few times but the pressure of Steve finally bottoming out overwhelmed every thought in his mind until all he could think about was the feeling of being filled.

That was when Billy gripped his thigh, Steve still kneeling before him, paused as he watched Billy try to breathe. His nails dug in as Steve pulled back to slide his knees under Billy's legs, his arms under his shoulders and kissed him softly.

"We can stop."

"No, it's good. Just...just new."

Their bodies pressed against one another, as close as humanly possible with Billy's legs wrapped around Steve as he held him. Complete silence surrounded them as Steve moved again.

Slowly moving his hips to slide in and out only just enough to catch Billy where he needed to. To make him moan into his ear, call his name and tell him how good he felt. How amazing this all was until he felt that pressure building in his stomach.

The friction of their bodies rubbing against his trapped cock and the way Steve was moving made his toes curl, his eyes screwed shut as he groaned a little too loud for their safety, coming all over their chests as Steve kept fucking him deep and slow.

"I'm almost there," Steve breathed into his ear before pulling away to slide out carefully and stroke himself.

Billy, not wanting to be the passive partner in all of this repeated his action from early and sat up to wrap his mouth around Steve's throbbing, dripping cock and began sucking it. Not taking it fully as he hoped to not ruin the moment yet again but he wanted to make him come. Give him an orgasm to remember in return for his own.

"Aaahhh...shit," Steve moaned bucking into the back of Billy's throat, shooting hot and rough until he was almost choking on it. "Shit sorry."

Billy coughed as he swallowed and smiled up at Steve. He let himself fall backwards as it all processed in his mind. The want to do it all again but rougher, more intense and harder beginning to render in his head but that would have to wait.

Steve lay down beside him, fingers finding his own as they rolled to face one another. Stupid big smiles on their faces, both still coming down from it all.

"Thank you," Billy said.

"Was it good?" Steve asked, his expression holding a sense of wonder at what the answer to his question could be.

Billy nodded before moving closer to curl into him. "Amazing."

"Good," Steve replied sliding his arm underneath him as they got ready to get some sleep. "You get some rest and I'll wake up in a bit for watch. Let me get a cleaner blanket first."

There it was. The reminder they couldn't cuddle up and sleep in a bed safe and sound. He watched as Steve climbed off the bed and opened the closet to find whatever they could to stay warm. Smiled as he came back and wiped the cum off their chests with a tissue from the side table.

The world they lived in wouldn't let them have a normal moment for too long but maybe, just maybe when they reached their destination they could have a little house and do what normal couples did. What Billy read about in old books and magazines.

For now though, he would settle for being able to curl up into his now boyfriend and sleep before taking his place in the hours that were to come. The joy of it all was enough to let him forget what waited for them outside of that room, the warm chest of the boy he was almost pretty sure he was in love with to distract him from everything else in the twisted dangerous world they lived in.

Tomorrow could mean death but that night felt like the opposite and for the first time in a long time, Billy felt truly safe to drift off without a worry to ruin whatever sleep he could get to help him face the obstacles of the coming days.

#yeah so enjoy #lemon #harringrove #writing

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