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andersonfilms · 6 months

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SWEET RELIEF (MINORS DNI / EIGHTEEN+)

notes. this request is a beautiful, god send. i've been wanting to write about this, but i've kinda been too scared to bc i wasn't sure if anyone would like it. nonnie, u made my week with this request nd i really hope it doesn't disappoint. i changed it a little bit, but not too much. yeahhhhh, i might be ovulating bc?????? anyways.

content desc. eighteen+, huge mommy!kink, sub!abby, dom!reader, masc coded!reader, tall!reader (coded) my lil shorties can still read it too, reader picks up abby, brief mention of reader working out, oral (abby!r), anal (just spit on), fingering, mentions of strap use, squirting, light degradation.

“you’ve been such a good girl. you deserve a reward, don’t you?” your stunner of a girlfriend was bare in front of you. she’s your personal adonis, every muscle sculpted to perfection. her abs clenching, anticipating what your next move would be. freckles scattered around her body, her pierced nipples were so sensitive from all the teasing, swollen and pink, just the way you liked them. abby’s moans were erratic, shallow breaths as you touched her everywhere except where she needs most.

“baby, please. need you to fuck me…so good. jus’ like you always do. you’re pretty little mouth, yeah? need you to taste me.” abby begged as her she found herself shivering. “i’ve been so good, so so good. i didn’t touch myself the entire two weeks you were gone. i’ll do anything, say anything. i just want you to fuck me.”

“you will, won’t you? my babygirl is so desperate to be fucked? isn’t that right?” you flick her clit with your digit. abby cries out your name, deprived of your touch for two weeks, she savors in every moment.

“god, you’re the only one who can make me come. couldn’t even if i tried without you.” as sweet and sensitive as she appears, intentional hands reach for your belt tugging at it, but you slap abby’s hands away.

“nothing is coming off until i make you cum at least….twice on my tongue. does that sound good, baby?” abby eagerly nods, not wanting to per long this any further.

you’re looking her dead in the eye, before your hands wrap around her thighs and pick her up, surprising your girl in the process.

“have you been working out?” you shrug like it’s nothing. abby leans in softly, her lips pressed against yours. she’s never been more attracted to you than she is right now. her strong legs are wrapped around your waist, clinging on as your throw her on the bed.

you climb onto to the bed with her, grabbing ahold of her hips and rotating her body so abby is sitting on her calves, legs bent, sculpted back facing you. she’s fucking divine, as she sits patiently waiting for your touch to guide her. you drinking in her beauty and for the first time, drowning has never sounded so lovely. pretty girl perfectly still for you. there’s nothing more than you need to fuck her so stupid. her cute eyebrows furrowed whenever you ask her question. abby does it when she tries to focus, but all that happens after is stuttering, maybe a fragment of a sentence, before she’s begging to let her come.

tonight isn’t going to be any different. she knows it as you sit behind her, your legs spread so her frame fits, but she doesn’t lean back. abby knows from experience you’ll punish her if she does.

“baby, i don’t think you’ve ever been this good.” you slowly undo the braid cascading down her back. her hair smiles of pine and lavender. you want to drown yourself in the scent.

abby keeps her hands at her sides, but you can tell she’s struggling. her strong hands are balled into fists, knuckles practically pearly white.

“now, bend over for me and show me your pretty hole, baby. show me what belongs to me.” you slap her ass as you lean on your hands, watching her follow your command.

the arc in her back is sinful as she supports her weight on her hands, her knees pressed against the mattress, her pretty pussy is deliciously wet. you’re itching for a taste, but not until you’ve got her a whimpering, pathetic mess.

you bent over her frame, your clothed body pressed against her exposed one. you whisper in abby’s ear, “does mommy have to show you how it’s done? apparently you’ve forgotten, babygirl.”

you create some space before placing a firm hand on her neck, planting her face first in the plush duvet. your hands trails down her spine, pressing enough so she gets the idea. abby arches her back like she’s a fucking pornstar and god you eat it up. she could turn her strength on you, the two of you know that, but she wants to shut her brain off and get fucked and you’ll happily oblige.

you kick her thighs apart further. abby whines but she doesn’t argue.

“babygirl, that’s what i’m talking about. just stay, just like this.” you slap her ass and she jolts forward, her moan caught by the duvet. your hand smooths over the skin, before slapping her again. “good girl. fuck yeah you are. hmm?”

you spit in her puckered hole, your saliva slides down and flows over her cunt. abby wants to just fuck you, wants to full her pussy on yours, she’s so sweet and you’re being a tease. it’s torture. pure fucking torture, but she just has to patient. you’re always so good to her. she knows she’ll get it eventually after you make her cum, but fuck she’s impatient and she wants it now.

for now, all she can do is beg.

“yes mommy, all yours.” abby manages to get out and you slap her cunt as a reward.

“want me to eat out this pretty cunt out? wanna feel my mouth make a mess of this pussy?” abby cries at your words, hands she loves touching the back of her thighs, inside of them, but never where she’s dripping for you.

“please, please, please. i need it so bad. you have no idea how much i missed you, mommy. couldn’t stop thinking about this.”

“thinking about what? tell me babygirl, don’t spare a single detail. you know how much i love hearing you pretty voice, abs.” you kiss her ass, as she struggles to continue. your teeth biting into her well earned glutes and you love to see the shiver wrack her body as she struggles to collect her thoughts.

“i thought about your fingers, how good they feel inside me. i-i thought about when you fucked me the last time, your cunt rubbing against mine and how good it felt. how i squirted all over you and fuck how you just keep going.” abby moaned, overcome with just the thought. “but i mainly thought about your tongue, your mouth sucking on my clit, fucking my pussy as you talk me through it.”

there it was, the soft sniffles clueing you to the tears streaming down her full cheeks. now, you could fucking ruin her.

your plump lips found home on her pussy, soft flicks of your tongue made purchase on her clit. abby was relieved at the sensation. you flattened your tongue against her vulva, her hips rotating so she was riding your skilled muscle. euphoria, it’s all abby felt. all she wanted to feel was this.

she could cum from this alone, but your middle and ring finger found her entrance easily, no resistance was met as you slide them inside her.

“mommy, you feel so good inside me. ah, yeah, right there. oh god, yes, yes, oh mommy. please don’t stop.”

“stop? is that what you said?”

“no! please…i-i need you to make me cum. please make me cum.”

“you think you deserve it?” you taunted abby, moaning against her pussy as your slurped up her sweet nectar, sending a shockwave through abby’s core.

your fingers are hitting the delicious spot deep in her pussy, and you’re hitting it over and over, not relenting for a moment. your tongue joins the whole with fingers for a moment, dipping in and it’s just enough to send abby reeling. not enough to make her cum, but she’s screaming your name, so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors abby woke up your neighbors.

“tell me how good it feels, babygirl. yeah? maybe then i’ll let you come.” you command her.

“it feels amazing, mommy. i can’t get enough of it. fucking me so good, so perfect. love being your good little slut. let you do whatever, whenever, just please don’t stop. i’m getting so close.”

“yeah, are you going to cum all over my face? on my tongue?” you grab at her clit with your lips, pulling the bud into your mouth, before flicking it over with your tongue. you circle around the pearl, isolating as you suck on it. your fingers picking up the pace brutally.

abby sounds like an angel being drained by a succubus and maybe it’s what you were. your undergarments were ruined as you humping, well nothing, because this is what it did to you. when abby got off, so did you. she’s so close, you know she is.

you pull from her clit, your thumb doing the work for you so you can press against her frame and whisper in her ear, “cum for me babygirl. yeah? that’s right. squirt all over my fingers like i know you can. such a pretty girl, aren’t you? give it to me, baby. cum right now and i’ll ride your face tonight? c’mon angel, give it to me. right now.”

she does. all over your sinful fingers, she squirts and she gushes over over you as you fuck her through. “oh baby, you’re so good. such a perfect babygirl for me.” abby’s hips ride your fingers as her body wants to collapse, but your free hand holds her left hip and supports her weight.

“feels so good, mommy. fuuuckkkkk.” abby tries to not whimper as she feels the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her like a freight train. your fingers leave and she feels empty again, but you shove your fingers in her mouth and she sucks immediately. tasting herself as your hands press against her throat.

“such a pretty baby, aren’t you? jus’ need your holes stuffed and fucked?” you laugh cynically. “now, let me ride that gorgeous face of yours, alright baby? then, i’m going to fuck this pretty pussy with my cock. would you like that babygirl?”

“please mommy.”

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deathofmars · 5 months

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That a lesbians

(Ellie pic from @astralnymphh )

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m3owlk · 3 months

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I had a dream that Ellie serenaded me with this Chris Brown song. So I made an AI Cover. Enjoy! (my panties are total not wet rn)

#ellie twitter links #ellie williams hands #ellie x blk!reader #ellie william audio #ellie williams ai audios #ellie williams smut #ellie williams sfw #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ai cover #ellie coded #ellie black reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams oneshot

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toritea · 1 month

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WHAT IF (S)HE’S WRITTEN ‘MINE’ ON MY UPPER THIGH ONLY IN MY MINDDDDDDDDD 🫣😫😳

#ellie williams #tlou2 #lesbian #sapphic #ellie x reader #the last of us part 2 #ellie the last of us #ellie is so guilty as sin? coded

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angllqvr · 4 months

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i love them so bad

#i miss them ):#abby was so big sister coded #abby anderson #lev #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us

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karacaroldanvers · 9 months

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i NEED someone to write an abby anderson x reader fic based off of ‘i kissed a girl’ by katy perry

please, anyone 😩😩😩😩😩🛐

#that song is so girl kisser abby coded #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou2 #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson

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abbysthighs · 9 months

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Naughty Dog really said "let's make a video game for the girls, gays, and theys."

#they also gave us Abby #Abby is the most dyke coded “straight” character I have ever encountered #tlou2 #tlou2 photomode #lesbian #virtual photography #queer #ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #tlou part 2 #ellie tlou #the last of us 2 #the last of us part 2 #wlw #girls gays and theys #sapphic #the tipsy bison

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sleepylilbuggie · 10 months

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#the last of us #tlou2 #abby anderson #this is one of my favorite dialogues #it is so me coded

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herelieskrisy · 6 months

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Does Ellie even know how hot she is? Does bro even know what she does to me? Fuck her for making me gay (I’ve been gay).

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #FUCK YOUUUUUY #ill actually fuck her though #why do i wanna pet her #puppy coded #when the za got you like haiii

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lelelenaxx · 4 months

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Omgggg please do all Joel Miller twitter links 🥺❤️

of course!!! <3

JOEL MILLER TWITTER LINKS

joel taking you from behind

shower sex with joel

reverse cowgirl with joel

tlou2!joel releiving his stress

tlou2!joel coded idc

more tlou2!joel

riding joel

joel holding you close while you ride

trying anal with joel

joel breeding you <3

#Joel miller x reader #Joel miller smut #tlou x reader #tlou smut

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tommysversion · 5 months

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Bedside Manner (Medic!AFAB!Reader x TLOU2! Tommy Miller )

Spoiler Free Summary: you’ve been secretly in love with Tommy Miller for years. When he gets injured, you - the town medic - take care of him. One thing leads to another…

CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TLOU2

Spoiler Friendly Summary: After losing the closest thing to a best friend you had, the man you’ve secretly pined after for six years is brought to your door gravely wounded. Given time and proximity, you finally act on your feelings.

Pairings: Tommy Miller x Reader , past one sided Joel Miller x Reader

CWs: major character death, spoilers, unprotected PIV, unsafe sex, oral sex (m!receiving), implied thoughts of adultery, Tommy has a dirty mouth, praise kink, big girthy unspecified age gap, mutual pining, cowgirl lmao.

Before the outbreak, there was a rule, a code that all doctors, medics and nurses followed. Do no harm, always help where you can, and don’t get involved with your patients. Simple enough.

That code still mostly applies these days, though you’re pretty sure it’s a much more loose moral code, thanks to your FEDRA sponsored medical education. Wham bam thank you military dictatorship, you’ll take your education and run, thanks very much.

You’ve always had a thing for him. Ever since he joined the community almost seven years ago, just a few months after you, when you were younger and freshly establishing yourself as one of the town medics.

Of course, you’d been too young, too shy, too focused on your job and earning your place in the community, and even if you’d felt a spark between you? It had never gone anywhere. You’d contented yourself to just admiring him from afar, pushing down the pangs of envy when he had married Maria.

Nobody had ever seemed to notice that your gaze always lingered on him. Nobody, except Joel. The arrival of Tommy’s older brother had been a welcome distraction, for a while. Joel had a fair few old injuries for you to keep an eye on, and more than a few mental scars you weren’t equipped to do anything about.

The older man had been your friend; hell, if you hadn’t fallen - albeit rather pathetically and unrequitedly - in love with his brother years ago, you could have grown to love him, perhaps. He had been company. Someone to talk to about the state of the world. To rag on the early days of FEDRA with.

And hell, when you’d both been drunk and lonely, he’d been someone to fall into bed with without any fear of complications. Rough, hasty fucks with no strings, just a line of trust between two jaded people. Never mind the age difference. You weren’t afraid of him, and hell, he knew what he was doing. The one time he had tried to be slow and gentle with you, pressing his lips to your throat, nuzzling into your soft skin, you had let slip your secret, moaning his brother’s name as you came apart around him.

Joel had never given you shit for it. Never been mad about it. Never even mentioned it, but he’d never been soft with you again.

You’d cared about him, in your own way, and now he was gone. Joel was gone, and Tommy…

Ellie and Dina had brought him directly to you, accompanied by two of the patrolmen from the wall. At first, you had been frozen in shock before directing them to get him on the table, for Ellie to fetch your field kit.

Shot in the kneecap. A bullet to the skull, passing through and exiting via his eye. Fuck, he was lucky to be alive. You’d set the younger women up in the guest room and told them you’d call for them if needed, and stayed vigilant all night, waiting.

He had woken just before dawn, and hadn’t left since. Three months had passed, and while the wound to his head was healing well, he still walked with a limp.

“Maria still won’t see him,” Ellie had told you, “I heard them yelling at each other.”

He’d said as much to you, when you had asked about whether they were coming off that break any time soon.

“Doubt we ever will, hon. No matter, really. It was a ticking clock, for a while, anyway.”

He’d moved into your guest room, brought a cardboard box of his belongings over. You hadn’t argued, simply said you could oversee his rehabilitation better this way.

And that had been that. Somehow, you’d lost the person akin to your best friend, and ended up with his brother - the man you had loved for years - living in your guest room. It didn’t seem like a fair trade, even if you were glad for his presence.

Your boots crunched on the snow as you walked up the path to the house, let yourself in and took off your coat, setting your field kit satchel down.

“Tommy? You here?” You call out automatically for your… roommate? Friend? Patient? Who the fuck knows. All of the above.

“Yeah. Upstairs.”

You make your way up the stairs, taking them two at a time, trying not to think about how long it must have taken him to get up here on his own, when he still has to use a cane to get around.

He’s in the guest room that’s become his room, one hand on the wall to brace himself as he looks out the window. You know it’s probably the wrong fucking time to admire the view, but you can’t help but do it anyway, take in all six feet of him, how broad he is, how well put together, even in his mid fifties and missing an eye.

He has his dark curls tied back in a messy bun, has trimmed his facial hair since you saw him this morning. He cants his head to look at you as you come in.

“Are you okay?” You get out, a tiny bit breathless from how fast you took the stairs.

“Aside from moving like a fuckin’ old man? Sure.”

Tommy used to be an optimist, fiercely so, but the loss of his brother and his subsequent injuries have made him bitter and jaded. You understand completely. Put up with his moods because you understand his grief. Understand what it means to be in pain. And because you know better than to pick and choose which parts of someone to love.

“You’re getting better. You won’t need the cane at all, soon.” You encourage; at the moment he only really needs it for the stairs, for longer walks.

“Whatever you say, doc.” His remaining dark eye rolls slightly as he returns to looking out the window. You turn to leave, to give him space, before you start taking his bad mood personally, but he sighs and reaches out a hand to catch your wrist. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”

“You’re allowed to be rude to me. Better you take it out on me than anyone else.” You shrug, then promptly shut your mouth. You don’t need to start making things awkward, not when you’re pretty sure he thinks you got over him years ago.

His eye narrows as he looks at you.

“Well, fuck. Joel wasn’t kidding, huh?” He exhales. Sounds, suddenly, very tired.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Your blood turns to ice as you get the words out.

“My brother… well. I loved my brother, but he wasn’t a good man. You know that. He never talked about you to anyone else, would have broken anyone’s jaw who tried, but he may have… shared some… details… with me. On occasion.”

“I’m pretty sure the entire town knew me and Joel fucked on occasion.” You say. The words taste oddly bitter coming out. You’re not ashamed of what happened between you, but talking about your past with Joel with Tommy just feels… whatever. It’s not like he sees you like that.

“It bothered him, you know.”

“What did?”

“Joel’s older by five years.” Tommy doesn’t even notice that he’s using present tense as he speaks; “he did everything first. And he was always there gettin’ me outta trouble. He was always first. I think it bothered him, that he wasn’t your first choice.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You repeat, finally, because the idea that Joel may have told Tommy how you felt…

“We’d had a few drinks, and he told me. He told me you’d never gotten over that spark we had. Told me how he was fuckin’ you one night and it was me that you called out for. And y’know what? I haven’t been jealous of my brother in a long goddamn time, but in that moment… fuck. I wanted to knock him out.” His gaze darkens as he watches you, watches your cheeks heat at the implication.

“I ~” you can’t deny it. Are too fucking embarrassed to deny it. And somehow… grateful. Grateful that Joel had spared you the mortification of ever confessing.

“Been thinking about that a lot, recently.” His hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek. “Thinkin’ about you screaming my name when another man’s fuckin’ you. How much I wish I’d gotten a chance to see for myself, all those years ago. Imagine my surprise, finding out you still wanted it…”

“Want.” The word slips out of your mouth to correct him before you can stop it, before you can think of how it’s a bad idea, of how he’s technically under your care and that you shouldn’t -

“Want? Still? It wasn’t… it wasn’t Joel? I thought you were just takin’ care of me cause I’m his brother…”

“No. No; it’s not like that. I loved Joel, but I wasn’t in love with him. He was my best friend, as weird as that sounds… it… no. It’s you. It’s always been you. I never wanted you to know, I didn’t want to make things weird, and you’re married, and -“

“Was married,” Tommy corrects you softly, “not anymore. Now it’s just you and me, in this big old house, and I’m startin’ to think I’d really, really, really like to hear how my name sounds from your mouth when I’m fuckin’ you.”

There’s a sort of edge to him now that wasn’t there when you first met him… and you find that you like it.

“I… you’re still hurt.” You say lamely, distracted, so distracted, by his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek.

A wicked smirk crosses his face.

“So I can’t fuck you into the bed just yet. You said yourself I’ll get better. Ain’t nothing stopping you from riding my cock, is there, honey?”

You’re beyond glad that he didn’t say these words six years ago, because the you of the past would have melted into a puddle under those words. As it is, your knees are a little weak as you nod, try to be a little clinical about it, try not to let how eager you are show.

“You need a distraction, right? If we’re careful… I don’t see why we couldn’t-“

His mouth is on yours before you can finish the sentence. The kiss is needy, demanding, years of hidden desire released in a single touch. You’re careful, still, in how you touch him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull yourself closer, lips parting to allow his tongue entrance.

You’ve thought about kissing him dozens of times. Hundreds. Never, though, had you imagined it would be like this. That his mouth would be so soft. Taking in the pine soap iodine scent of him. Your hands find the thin strip of leather tying his hair back; tugging it free, you run your fingers through his dark curls, humming quietly at how soft his hair is.

Idly, your fingers play with the buttons of his dark blue shirt; when he doesn’t stop you, releases your waist so he can get the shirt off, you make short work of the buttons and tug it off, leaving him just in his jeans.

“Go on and undress for me, honey.” The pet name falls from his lips as he softly nuzzles his mouth into your collarbone, nips at sensitive skin, teasing.

Shaking ever so slightly, you step back, unbutton your shirt, let the fabric fall as you make a start on your pants, shimmy out of them. Your bra and panties join the pile, leaving you bare to his gaze. He steps closer to you again, backs you up towards the bed as he slips a hand between your thighs.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he drags his index and middle finger through your slick, slow, deliberate, humming low in his throat at how wet he finds you.

“Fuck…” he almost hisses it as he readjusts his jeans with his free hand, eye dropping closed for just a moment as he slides his fingers inside you, just to the first knuckle, but it’s enough to make you mewl for him.

“Gotta get you ready for me, hon, don’t want you to hurt yourself. Fuck, such a pretty pussy, gonna feel so good round my cock…” Tommy’s rambling, and he knows it, but he’s letting years of repressed desire come to the surface, years of being faithful and not looking twice at you, even when he’s wanted to.

Your hands reach for his belt, get it undone and work on getting his jeans down. Almost lazily, he steps out of them, pulls his fingers out of you and draws them to your lips. With eyes half closed, your lips part and you suck his fingers clean.

“That’s it… good girl.” He moves then, settles himself on the bed, wraps his hand around his cock and strokes lazily as he watches you. Fuck, his cock… you’d been too distracted by his fingers to notice until now. He’s so big, thick and curved and perfect, bigger than you’d ever imagined.

“C’mon over here, honey, ain’t gonna bite.” Tommy’s voice is soft, low, encouraging as you crawl onto the bed, careful to not put any weight on his bad leg as you straddle him, feel the hot weight of his cock pressed against your stomach as you lean down to kiss him.

You know it’s probably wrong. That, given you’re the medic in charge of his care, you absolutely should not be doing this, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when his rough, callused hands settle on your hips, thumbs drawing little circles on your skin.

“Soon as I can manage it,” he tells you, “‘m gonna get y’to sit on my face.”

You shiver with delight at that particular idea, kiss him again, a slow lazy kiss, before you start to slowly kiss your way down his chest, wanting to kiss every single freckle on his body as you eventually settle between his thighs, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Honey, you don’t have to-“

“I want to.” You tell him, smug at the flash of wicked lust that flickers across his face at your words. “Trust me. I want to. Let me take care of you?”

He groans low in his chest, leans back, props himself up against the mountain of pillows on the bed, and watches you. Slowly, deliberately, you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him, paying attention to the tip, already leaking precum under your touch.

Leaning in, maintaining your eye contact, you lick the head of his cock, humming softly at the salty taste of him, taking him further into your mouth until your nose is pressed into the soft curls at the base of him.

“Fuck, that’s it, such a pretty mouth, shit~” he draws the last word out in a drawling groan, fingers twisting into your hair and holding you in place as he bucks his hips up into your mouth lazily. You take him in eagerly, flattening your tongue on the underside of his length, licking and sucking at him greedily, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some sort of friction.

“Get up here and sit on my cock before you make me cum with that mouth.” His Texas drawl is so much more pronounced as he demands this of you; pulling away from his cock with a lewd, wet sound, you kiss your way back up his chest until you’re straddling him again, his big rough hands back on your hips.

“What, you don’t wanna cum down my throat?” You tease, humming softly as you drag your soaked cunt along the length of him, feeling yourself tighten around nothing at the sheer anticipation of being filled by him.

“Some other time, hon, c’mon, don’t tease this old man, now.” He rocks his hips ever so slightly, and you shift, notching the thick head of his cock at your dripping entrance, sink down onto him.

“Not that old,” you manage to retort, exhaling sharply as your hips meet his, flush against him, his cock stretching you open deliciously. Maybe it’s not how you’d originally envisioned this; you’re both six years older than you’d hoped, you’re jaded and your joints are fucked, he’s lost an eye and will likely walk with a limp for the rest of his life, but none of that matters right now, not when he’s finally, finally inside of you, looking up at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. Really seeing you.

“Fuck, where have you been all this time?” He groans as you start to move, resting your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself.

“Right in front of you,” you reply, mewling softly when his hands move to cup your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples, teasing. “Not my fault you weren’t looking.”

In answer, he bucks his hips up, pressing as deep into you as he can in this position, with his leg still aching.

“Fuck…” the drawn out curse is half a groan of pleasure as you tighten around him, a hiss of pain.

“Careful,” you chastise him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, “you gotta be careful.”

He smirks, lets go of your tits to trail his hands down your sides, to grip onto your hips.

“Then ride me, baby, stop fuckin’ around. Ain’t gonna break, and if I die now with a pretty girl wrapped round my cock? Worse ways to go.” He smirks at you and you laugh, the sound fading to a moan as he takes advantage of your distraction to press a thumb to your swollen clit and rub at it, making you tense up above him, thighs tightening against his.

“That’s it, honey, fuck, like that, fuckin’ love this pussy, can’t believe I waited this long…” Tommy Miller is a lot of things, has done a lot of things, but he tries to be an honourable man. So much as he might be running his mouth now, saying these deliciously filthy things to you, you both know full well that he’d never have touched you if he was still with Maria.

You try not to think about that, focus instead on the feeling of him inside you, grinding his hips roughly into yours as you ride his cock. For a while, the only sounds in the room are soft exhales, the lewd sound of skin and skin meeting, your little needy mewls and the occasional low moan from Tommy.

“Soon as I’m not completely fucked up…” he props himself up as best as he can so your chests are pressed together, “I’m gonna make you scream for me.”

“You mean it gets better than this?” You tease, though it comes out far less teasing and taunting than you planned, given how breathless you are, how you tighten around him at the words.

“You have no idea,” Tommy rests his head on your shoulder as you ride him, able to move faster with his arms around you. “C’mon, honey, need y’to cum for me, know you want to…”

His lips brush your throat as he says it, nose gently nuzzling below your earlobe. It’s such an intimate gesture, it shatters your self control. He grinds up into you as you move to meet him, whimpering as you tighten around him, urged on by the hand he slips between you to rub your clit once more.

“Thaaaaat’s it, honey, let go, be a good girl for me, fuuuuck…” he’s amazed he’s managed to last this long, honestly, at his age, with how long it’s been since he actually enjoyed fucking someone this much; but he’s determined to see it through, to fuck you through your peak and over the other side of it, leaving you sweat damp and clinging to him, whimpering and gasping.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, Tommy, I ~” you can’t get the words out, choke on them, mewl his name as he roughly grips handfuls of your ass, holding you in place as he rocks up into you, chasing his own release now, uncaring about his injuries.

Your moans are muffled by the heated kiss he devours your lips in, muting his own curses and growls as he pulls you down onto him, unthinking, uncaring as he spills into you, feels your cunt tighten painfully around him again, pulling him in deeper.

“Fuck, baby, so fuckin’ greedy for my cum, look at you. Feel so fuckin’ good, look at the mess we’ve made…” he rests his forehead against yours, panting as he tries to catch his breath, riding the last waves of his own release.

You hum, grind down onto him as you feel his release start to drip out of you around his slowly softening cock.

“So,” you say, managing a smirk, still dazed from the fact that he’s touching you, holding you, kissing you. “Did that satisfy your curiosity?”

He pulls out of you with a frankly obscene grunt, lays you down next to him, wraps his arms around you, good eye sparkling with amusement and lust.

“Perhaps. Or maybe we’ll need to try again. Just to see whether you scream louder when I’m fucking you.”

Your cheeks heat as you lean in to steal an open mouthed kiss.

“We’ll need to wait til you’re better.”

Tommy fixes you with a filthy smirk that promises all that and more.

“Good thing I have a fucking amazing doctor, then, huh?”

You can’t help it. You laugh, for the first time in a long time, eager to see what the future will bring.

#my writing #the last of us #Tommy Miller x Reader #Tommy Miller #tlou spoilers #Gabriel Luna #my fics #tlou smut #the last of us fanfiction

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-ˋˏ 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ˎˊ

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐈 : 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓.

— pairing: ellie williams x black coded!reader

— story synopsis: after meeting joel and ellie in pure coincidence, you tag along with the pair, having nowhere else to go. ellie doesn’t seem too fond of you, but something about her dares you to see why.

— warnings: eighteen plus only content, tlou2 ellie, marijuana usage, mean!ellie, nicknames used: ‘babe’, ‘sweetheart’, etc. father figure!joel

THE COOLING WINTER BREEZE sent shivers down the girls back. holding the shooting rifle close as she shot down the deer, giving herself a mental pat on the back.

It’s almost been a whole week since she’d eaten, been even longer since she ate well. after a long journey of searching for the firefly’s, she had given up.. maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

While approaching the wounded deer, there were hushed noises and movements behind the girl, making her sharply turn around, seizing her gun.

“Make a fucking move I dare y’all.” her breathing was slow, controlled. eyes narrowed at the older looking man with his.. daughter? maybe?

The older man raises his hands, surrendering. the girl however smirks, reloading her gun.

“Ellie. drop it.” The guy calls to her, making her roll her eyes.

The girl… or well Ellie most likely didn’t take her seriously, I mean, she probably wouldn’t take herself seriously. She was covered in blood and scars all over her face, her clothes were beaten up and her curls were wrapped up in a low bun.

“Who are you two and what the hell do you want.” you inquire, your gun still in tact with your hands.

“Listen, we don’t want any trouble. We just heading on over to Jackson that’s all. We was making sure you wasn’t a hunter.” The man speaks, you hum in response.

“Well she sure does look like one..” Ellie murmurs under her breathe. She catches that and shoots right above Ellie’s head.

“Are you crazy or something, what the fuck?!?!” Ellie yells, unprepared for that action.

“Sorry.” A sarcastic smile falls from her lips, shrugging as she puts her gun down.

“I kinda like her.” The man whisper-yells to Ellie.

“Oh shut up, Joel.” Her eyes roll in disgust. So.. not father and daughter?

”Is it just the two of you..?” She asks, tucking her hands into the pockets of her big jacket.

“Is it just you?” Ellie interrogates, eyebrow raised and arms crossed.

Okay white girl.. she definitely isn’t too shy.

“Do you see anyone standing with me?” She asks, with just the right amount of annoyance, added with sass in her tone.

”Well I don’t know you, mystery girl. You could have a whole gang of people jus’ waitin’ to punk us.” Ellie scoffs.

Joel lightly hits her on her head, making her wince in pain.

“Sorry ‘bout her. Her manners aren’t the best.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Nah it’s ight, I can tell.” She says, looking her up and down.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” Joel asks, concern lacing his voice.

“Nah, just me. Some of my friends.. well. That ain’t important, just know it’s just me out here.” She shrugs nonchalantly.

“You could always join us, the town we going to ain’t that far away y’know?” Joel offers, a slight smile spreading across his face. You could tell he had good intentions.. Ellie on the other hand.. you couldn’t really tell.

“And how do I know I can trust you..?” You ask, testing them.

“You can’t, but if you wanna survive.. you’re gonna have to.” Joel concludes, hands in his pockets standing next to a smug Ellie.

“… Fine. But I’m calling dibs on my deer.”

“Oh trust, you won’t need it.”

“Hey hey hey, relax you might throw up if you keep eating that fast.” The woman whose name you’ve learned is, Maria chuckles, rubbing circles on her back.

Clearing her throat, Y/N speaks. “I’m sorry.. I haven’t eaten this well in.. god knows how long.” She nervously chuckles.

“Don’t worry ‘bout a thing hun, I’ll be back with some clothes for you in a minute.” She smiles, patting Y/N’s back.

Y/N stops to gulp down some water when she’s met with Ellie’s face. Eyebrows furrowed, lips upturned, and a total look of disgust colorizing her face.

“What?” She spat.

“You’re eating like a damn animal.” She scoffs, leaning back in her chair.

Gripping the butter knife in her hand, she waves it at the snarky girl in front of her. “Yeah? I can damn well show you one too, keep playin’ wit me.” She threatens, venom laced in her tone.

“Yeah? Try me, Y/N.” Ellie smirked, leaning forward. Green and brown eyes staring to one other with nothing but feral looks in their eyes.

Their stare off was cut off by Joel cutting in. “Ellie. Be nice, there was a time you were once like that, so don’t even.” he murmurs.

Maria returns with clothes, handing them to Y/N. “Here sweetie, these are for you. Once you’re all done, I’ll show you around to the showers so you can get comfortable.”

“Thank you, really.” Y/N smiles, for the first time in a while, it’s genuine.

“And these are our showers, so you can wash all that blood off okay? We also have some med kit’s in the room you’re staying in, so you can get those cuts taken care of!” Maria shoots you a sweet smile.

“Thanks Maria.” She nods.

“So… how did you get here?” Maria asks, making you shoot your head up, tilting it.

“I just.. well a kid like you all alone? It’s just a little strange is all..”

“Listen, if you worried about me bringing anyone along with me, I haven’t. No one I know is alive anymore.. that I know of at least.” Y/N sighs.

“Shit, I’m real sorry-“ Maria starts

“No need. I’m alright. Shit happens, just gotta keep moving forward is all.” She shrugs, small smile containing her lips.

Maria nods, letting the curly headed girl shower in peace.

It’s been a week.

A long, but better, week.

Ellie’s still a piece of shit but.. I guess it’s better than dealing with the infected.

The town was nice, the people even nicer.. all with the exception of Ellie. Maria was one of the few people that you did like. She showed you the training zone, which is where you spent half of your time.

The other half was spent with Jesse. You thought he was fun to hang around so the two of you got closer than ever. Though, the two of you have made it clear that there are no romantic feelings for one another, because of your sexual orientation, and he respected that.

Weird enough.. every time you were with Jesse, Ellie always gave you the weirdest looks.

Like today, Jesse got back from patrol with a scraped up knee. And being his best friend, you tended it for him.

What you didn’t see was Ellie standing there, watching you patch him up and laugh and joke with him. Though she didn’t like you, she didn’t like you.. with him.

Once you were all done you patted his now bandaged up knee, smiling to him, letting him know that he should take care of it frequently so it won’t get infected.

“Hey stranger.” You hear right next to you as you close the door, jumping and grabbing your chest.

“Yo. Ellie do not do that shit bro.” You exhale, releasing the grip on your chest and looking her up and down. “What you want?” You ask.

“So what’s going on with you and Jesse?” she throws at you, making you blink rapidly at her before bursting into laughter, leaving her confused.

“Dude, what?? What’s it to you?” You calm your laughter down a bit, wiping away tears that escaped.

“I don’t know what’s so funny. I mean.. y’know him and Dina JUST broke it off right?” She scoffs, looking you up and down.

“Listen dude, it aint like that. Ion even swing that way man, I thought that shit was mad obvious you damn dickhead.” Y/N gives her a “the fuck?” look, leaving Ellie dumbfounded as she walks off.

“OKAY WELL MY BAD! I GUESS..?” Ellie yells, watching you walk off.

“WHATEVER.” Y/N yells back. “God.. you’re the worst, Ellie Williams.”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #the last of us 2 #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie tlou2 #kendall’s works!

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Ellie coded

#shitpost #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams meme #serpents shitposts ♡#ellie tlou #ellie williams coded #ellie williams pictures #ellie x reader #ellie Williams goofy

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trulybetty · 5 months

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2023 Tumblr Top 10 Posts

This was really interesting to go through as I really try to avoid anything related to stats - but also fun to revisit some posts/fics I’d forgotten about!

This year was such a transformative year in many different ways, that I’m still trying to process with 2024 quickly approaching. I’m looking forward to seeing what the New Year brings. But I hope it brings me more of the same I’ve experienced here - community building and some wonderful people that I get to call friends 💕

So if you’re interested, check out the following! If you do your own Top 10, please tag me in it! 🙌 you can do your own here!

1. 879 notes - Jun 26 2023 - Pre-Outbreak/Non-Outbreak Joel (photo set)

2. 413 notes - Sep 10 2023 - Sequins (Joel)

Still so thankful for @wildemaven posting that gif - because if she hadn’t Sequins!Joel would never have been created! It’s the gift that keeps on giving. This was also my first foray into anything non-TLOU themed for Joel and I’m still shocked it was received so well.

3. 306 notes - Sep 26 2023 - Happy Birthday (Joel)

Written for Joel’s birthday - this was just straight up smut and birthday sex. But hey, it’s canon Joel likes it gentle, steady, nice and slow… so who was I to not give him nice and slow 🫠

4. 237 notes - Aug 16 2023 - Stood Up (Frankie)

To this day I don’t remember where this idea came from. I was really intimidated to write for Frankie, like I almost didn’t post this! But I’m so glad I did, it’s spurred several other one-shots involving Frankie x Mav and a current (neglected) WIP that I’m excited to get back to in the new year.

5. 227 notes - Aug 31 2023 - Marcus Pike coded Pedro, which inspired this (and number 7).

6. 225 notes - Jul 6 2023 - New (to me) Whiskey promo shoot (photo set)

7. 205 notes - Sep 2 2023 - Sick Day (Marcus)

When I first came back to fanfiction I was so confused by the reader insert format. The last time I wrote fanfic, it was canon characters or OC’s - which is what both Gold Rush and Chiffon (my first) are written in. So in order to try out the format I started with Marcus and what is now the Sweet Jane series. I have plans for those two, I have how they met mapped out in my head, that I hope to explore soon!

8. 175 notes - Aug 4 2023 - Strings (Joel)

This was another nerve wracking foray - reader insert Joel and because it was a challenge to write Joel with someone other than my OC. It started as a one-shot, that then was three parts, then four and finally finished at five. It’s also the only series I’ve managed to complete 😆. I’m so proud of this one, it has a special place in my heart - this is the ending Joel deserves, living on a little farmhouse being taken care of and a reluctant chicken dad.

9. 167 notes - Aug 14 2023 - A Sunday Night Ramble (text post)

This was a late night epiphany - where I realised that I was trying to force writing and make my two OG series’ fit into more palatable moulds for others consumption rather than writing the story I wanted. It’s also a good reminder that it’s okay to take a break from something that isn’t currently serving you. If you come back to it two day later, two weeks later or never - it’s okay. You’re not beholden to anyone. This is all supposed to be fun first and foremost, if you’re not having fun then it may be time to step back and re-evaluate.

10. 166 notes - Aug 24 2023 - Drip (Joel)

I still get sad when I think about this piece. Like real sad. I don’t know if I could write something like this again now - or ever. I was well and truly in my feels with this one. I made the decision to watch a walkthrough of all the cut scenes of TLOU2 and it broke me. I knew what was coming, but knowing and watching were two different things. I do like that I left this one open to interpretation - meaning I can revisit one day if I want, so who knows.

NPT’s: @wildemaven, @gnpwdrnwhiskey, @rhoorl, @morallyinept, @frenchiereading, @maggiemayhemnj, @magpiepills, @goodwithcheese, @secretelephanttattoo, @sin-djarin, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, @undercoverpena, @nerdieforpedro, @linzels-blog, @for-a-longlongtime, @avastrasposts, @musings-of-a-rose, @mysterious-moonstruck-musings & anyone else who wants to play - consider this me tagging you in! Please tag me if you do it! I’d love to see! 🙌

#trulybetty 2023 #trulybetty in review #tumblrtop10

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