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she/her | 19 | bisexual

[ghostl1ee]

━━⊱⋆MASTERLIST⋆⊰━━

the last of us:

my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder (abby x fem!reader, sfw)

arcane:

please me (caitlyn x fem!reader, nsfw 18+)

stardew valley:

sunflower (haley x gn!reader, sfw)

sweet talker (haley x fem!reader, sfw)

my ao3

[jesterlesbian]

BOTTOMS (2023) HEATED RIVALRY (2025)

[ghostl1ee]

hello! if it’s okay, can i request a haley x short!fem! reader where she’s a magazine model in the city but has a lot of social anxiety so her parents and grandpa insists she stay in pelican town to meet new people outside work

if you’re comfortable, you can also add some nsfw into it hehe thanks!

Sweet talker ᯓ★

After moving to Pelican Town, with hopes of easing your anxiety and leaving your lifestyle behind, you form a bond with one of the villagers.

haley (stardew valley) x fem!reader (who used to model)

word count: 1,054

a/n: tysm for the request and i hope you enjoy this anon! if you want a pt.2 with possible nsfw content, i can do that for you.

The amount of times you’ve come home with aching limbs from holding too-long poses, and a headache from the flashing of the camera in front of you is too many to count anymore. You never could’ve expected to gain this much attention in the industry. At first, you only tried it out for fun, and as a simple way to attempt to boost your confidence.

Yet, the confidence you seem to ooze in all these photoshoots is all just a show.

In fact, ever since gaining this traction, your anxiety has only seemed to worsen. It’s gotten to the point people will recognise you on the street while you’re doing a quick grocery run, asking for a picture or autograph. And while you’re eternally grateful, the interaction with strangers naturally spikes your heartrate.

It had gotten so bad that you’d call your parents up in tears multiple times a week, trying to explain this feeling which you can’t control.

It was then that they had decided for you. Enough is enough.

“You should move into your grandfather’s old farmhouse.” They had explained to you one evening, the idea never once crossing your mind. “It’s quiet out there, with new people. It would be good for you, sweetheart.”

You knew that your grandfather had left his old place for you, whether you wanted to take the offer or not was in your hands. The idea of being alone, in a whole new place with people you don’t know… it was terrifying.

But with your parents’ gentle coaxing and promise of keeping in touch, you made your decision.

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It’s safe to say that it was the best decision you could’ve made.

Since moving, you’ve met a lot of incredible people, with unique interests and hobbies which drive them. You never thought living could feel this way again. Everything feels so… easy, like the weight of the city has completely lifted from your shoulders.

You’ve even managed to form a close companionship in the couple of months you’ve been here, with Haley.

Maybe it was your shared love of fashion which kickstarted it, or maybe it was the way you both like to admire the sun as it sets, casting the sky in an array of gold and pastels. Whatever it was, you were thankful, because you’ve never had a bond like this before.

The two of you are relaxing in her room, the space as familiar as your own home by this point. Her bed is comfy beneath you, the blankets soft and smelling of her. You’re busy writing your weekly letter to send off to your parents back in the city. Haley herself is sitting at her vanity, sighing wistfully as she looks through one of her magazines.

“I can’t believe you used to model.” She muses, not turning her attention from the page as she speaks to you. “It’s so unlike you, you’re so timid.”

Your eyes drift from your letter to glance over at her, still a little taken aback at how observant and honest she is. 

“Yeah, guess you could say that.” You murmur.

Your voice is like a calling to her, finally turning around in her chair to look at you. She tilts her head a little to the side, taking you in. “I’m not surprised though. You’re a very pretty girl.”

Her words bring warmth to your cheeks, shaking your head slightly as you try to suppress your smile. You try to redirect your focus back to the letter. “Thank you, Haley.”

“I mean it!”

She’s on her feet now, walking over to her bed and sitting down on the edge of it. The mattress dips a little under her weight, the warmth of her closer presence seeming to wash over you. It makes you feel both a little nervous and elevated.

“Come on,” She drags, patting your thigh lightly. “Why do you never talk about it?”

“About what?”

“About your modelling, duh.” She answers.

You sigh, giving her a small dismissive shrug. “It just wasn’t all enjoyable for me, y’know?” You say casually, your pen dragging against the paper. “Like you said, I’m timid. Not a good combo with having to present myself.”

She coos at you, shuffling closer until she’s knelt beside you.

“You know I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” She chastens, giving you a coaxing smile to suffice. “I actually think it’s really cute, you get so shy and nervous even when you don’t have to be.”

Your cheeks are going hot again. It’s like Haley has this natural effect on you, worsened by her sweet words. When you don’t immediately respond, she chuckles softly, knowing exactly what she’s doing. She reaches out to take the pen and paper from your hands and puts it aside.

“Come on, don’t ignore me.” She says, leaning into your side a bit more. You can smell her perfume, something light and fruity.

You look at her, catching the glimpse of the smile on her face. “You don’t have to say it in such a purposeful way.” You reply in a slight mumble, that shyness coming to the surface. 

She scoffs at you, though without mirth. “Just proving my point, honey.”

You know she’s only teasing, but your heart doesn’t know that. You wonder if she can hear how fast it’s pumping, and how embarrassing that would be if she could. Instead of worrying about it, you lean in closer, speaking to her through actions instead of words.

She catches on quickly, mirroring you and closing the rest of the distance between you in a kiss. She’s so gentle when she does it, bringing one of her unblemished hands up to cup your cheek. Your eyelashes almost brush together as you both close your eyes, savouring the embrace.

Her thumb brushes just over your cheek, feeling over the heated skin there like you’re something sacred. Your lips move together in a slow, deliberate rhythm, only parting when you need to catch your breath.

She hums contentedly, opening her eyes to get another look at you. An easy, natural smile comes onto her face as your own pretty ones open back up, meeting hers.

“My beautiful girl.” She whispers between you, unable to resist closing the distance again. It seems you undoubtedly have the exact same effect on her.

[ghostl1ee]

Sunflower ᯓ★

Your little picnic date with Haley goes better than you could've ever expected.

haley (stardew valley) x gn!reader

word count: 847

a/n: there are no specific pronouns or features to describe the reader, so all pronouns and appearances are compliant :p (SFW)

The day you had so meticulously planned the week prior has unravelled into success, making the smile on your face feel easier than usual, and the earlier tension in your shoulders ease away completely.

The weather has been perfect all day, the sun shining bright above you and warming your skin. The snacks you had prepared all turned out relatively well, considering you’re a farmer and not a chef. The evening before you had made a fresh fruit salad just for Haley, knowing it’s one of her favourites. And alongside it, a little treat, some vanilla cupcakes with pink frosting on top.

You had hoped it would be enough to impress her, maybe even enough to push past that line of just friendship. But as usual, those familiar giddy nerves which you always get around Haley made you hesitate.

Now, the two of you sit comfortably on the picnic blanket you had stowed in your farmhouse. You made sure to sit on the more worn side of it, not wanting to ruin any of her pristine clothes which you know she cherishes more than anything. The sun hangs in the middle of the sky, casting all of Pelican Town in a golden hue.

You chance a look in her direction, in awe at the sight that meets you. Her silky hair looks like spun gold in this lighting, curling at the ends and around her face. It’s difficult not to reach out and run your fingers through it.

“Today was… really nice.” You manage to finally speak, wanting to spark some conversation. You hope your adoration isn’t too apparent in your voice.

She meets your gaze, eyes illuminated. “It was. Thank you for preparing everything.”

The smile she gives you is small, but infinitely sweet, making your heart stutter in your chest. You clear your throat swiftly, shrugging as if it’s no big deal. And for her, it isn’t at all.

For a moment it’s silent again, though not uncomfortable. You return the smile, looking down into your lap bashfully. Moving into the valley, you never could’ve expected this to happen, not between you and Haley.

She had an edge to her at first, never really entertaining your attempts at speaking with her. But the moment you helped find her grandmother’s bracelet on the beach, that behaviour completely shifted. Ever since then, you had managed to chip away at that wall she kept up around everyone, slowly but surely. You’re still working your way through at her pace, ever so patiently.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you look at her again. “I have a gift for you.”

Her eyes seem to light up with intrigue, watching as you search through your bag. Your fingers close gently around the thick stem of a fully bloomed sunflower, the petals almost matching the blonde locks of her hair.

“I know you really like sunflowers, so I planted a few on the farm. Here.” You say, holding it out encouragingly for her to take, your lips tilting upwards on their own.

The look on her face is one of pure joy. You’re unsure if you’ve ever seen her this happy before. You now feel inclined to always make her feel this way, to always see that look on her face everyday.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful!” She exclaims, her fingers brushing gently against the silky petals.

Her cheeks appear pinker than usual, making her somehow look even more perfect than normal. She admires the pretty flower for a moment longer, before letting her eyes drift back to your face.

“Thank you, honey. You’re the sweetest.”

The nickname catches you off guard, making your own cheeks burn. That same heat spreads down the back of your neck, dipping beneath the collar of your shirt. You must look starstruck, your stunned reaction making her chuckle softly.

Leaning over, Haley presses a tender kiss to the warm apple of your cheek, hoping it conveys her gratitude more than words could say. She lingers momentarily before slowly pulling back, though not too far away.

You turn your head carefully, only now realising how close she really is. The very tips of your noses brush lightly, a whisper of a touch, and her eyes hold a certain affection which is reserved for you alone. The moment feels too right to not take this chance, and she leans in again to close that little distance, this time kissing your lips.

It’s chaste, experimental, just a simple press of lips against lips. Yet still so complete. It’s all you could ever ask for. Your eyes flutter closed contentedly, mirroring her.

Eventually, you both break away from the kiss, prolonging the moment until you’re separated again. If you could, you would kiss her forever, but the way she’s looking at you now is equally just as satisfying.

“All it took was calling you honey?” She asks teasingly, her voice still using that saccharine lilt which makes you melt. She lets out a small huff of laughter at the playful narrowing of your eyes, finding it endearing. “Huh. Cute.”

[tryingtobececilia-deactivated20]

Please universe let something super lesbian happen to me during pride month

[ghostl1ee]

Please Me ᯓ★

Caitlyn loves to use toys on you, especially when you look this pretty.

caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader

word count: 587

cw: SMUT 18+, MDNI, absolutely no plot

“Shh, shh… easy.” You hear Caitlyn purr into your ear, a smug grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “You’re always so sensitive.”

You can feel her tits pressing against your back as she holds you close in her lap, both of your naked bodies slick with sweat and arousal. She presses the vibrator more firmly against your aching clit, rubbing it in slow circles to watch you twitch.

A shaky whimper slips past your lips at the feeling, a sound Caitlyn craves each time she has you in a position like this. “There you go.” She murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “You like that, don’t you?”

The low buzzing sound fills the stuffy air, the usually pristine sheets crinkling beneath your bodies as your thighs begin to tremble. “Mhmm…” You hum, unable to get a proper word out with the way she forces you to take the pleasure.

She presses a button, causing the intensity of the vibrations to increase. The sudden change has you squirming even more, a breathy gasp tearing from your throat as your thighs instinctively clench together around the toy.

Caitlyn tuts disapprovingly, sliding her free hand from where it was resting on your hip to grip one of your thighs, squeezing roughly as she shoves it back open. “Don’t close them.” She says, a rugged edge to her voice. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut as tears of overstimulation build up behind your lids.

She sighs, slapping your thigh enough to sting before gripping it again, making you jolt. “Words, sweet girl.”

You cry out softly, hips stuttering against the insistent buzz. “No, please…”

Caitlyn lets out a sound of approval against your ear, rubbing the vibrator in quicker circles against your clit, the slick sounds permeating the air. “Shh, you can take it, sweetheart.” She murmurs. She slides her hand from your thigh, over your trembling belly and breasts, until she’s wrapping her fingers around your throat.

Her grip is strong, a testament to her strength, though she doesn’t cut off your air. She simply just holds on, enjoying the display of clear power she has over you. Your head lulls back against her shoulder with a moan, the pleasure winding up like a tight coil in your gut until it becomes impossible to hold on anymore.

She presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the soft underside of your jaw, keeping the vibrator in place even as you squirm and shake uncontrollably, your orgasm crashing over you.

“Oh, baby…” She coos, nipping at your jaw lightly. “Does that feel good? You’re cumming so hard.”

You can only gasp and whimper in response, your poor clit throbbing and swollen from the intensity of it all. She lets out a soft chuckle, finally turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside carelessly after a long moment, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind to hold you to her chest.

“My beautiful girl,” She murmurs against your neck, pressing wet kisses there as her hands rub over the smooth expanse of your tummy. “You did so good, so fucking good.” Her voice is slightly muffled against your skin, breath hot and damp.

Her hands trail down to your quivering thighs next, stroking over the flesh tenderly before one of her hands dip between them. She glides her middle and ring finger through your wet folds lightly before bringing them to her lips, humming around the digits as she tastes your pleasure. “Delicious.”

[fredlikesrats]

bitches be like "i love writing fanfiction" and then constantly second guess themselves because what if they're not good enough what if it's cringe what if no one likes it what if people laugh when they see it what if i mischaracterized someone what if i didn't tag it properly what if what if what if

[ghostl1ee]

me rn after months of not writing

[ghostl1ee]

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[letraspal]

So… no personal space when you’re a marauder, huh.

[justafanbutcurious-deactivated2]

[hihimissamericanbi]

Word for fucking word

[acidblum-deactivated20260410]

rockstar!abby is about to put me to sleep..

cr: @nramv

[ghostl1ee]

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder ᯓ★

You and Abby share a cute moment which leads to your first kiss together.

abby anderson x fem!reader

word count: 709

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”

The air suddenly feels thicker, more tense as you gaze at the blonde-haired girl sitting just opposite you. The question had been weighing heavy on your mind for a while now. Actually, ever since you met the girl.

Abby shifts, seemingly nervous. It’s hard to ignore the gentle brush of her knee against yours from how close you’re sitting, criss-crossed on the expanse of your worn mattress. She shakes her head no.

You bring a tentative hand to the skin of her toned thigh, your touch gentle in case it’s unwelcomed. “Have you ever wanted to?”

She swallows and you’re able to catch the subtle bobbing of her throat in the dim lighting. Despite the timid look on her face, she seems to accept your touch contentedly.

Nodding, she says, “I have. Just one girl.”

Her voice is soft, as if she’s scared to break the tender atmosphere you’ve both created.

“Yeah?" you murmur, a glimmer of hope in your voice. “Who’s the girl?”

Your fingertips graze up and down the length of her thigh, lightly feeling over the flesh as you await her answer. Her eyes can’t seem to leave yours, and through them you can see the familiarity that has grown between you both. Something you want to cherish forever.

She exhales, lifting a hand to brush a defiant strand of hair away from your eyes so she can see the pretty hues of them properly. “You already know.”

Her fingers leave a tingly feeling on your skin, as if her touch is electric. They travel down the curve of your cheek until the flat of her palm cups your jaw, her fingers hooking just behind your ear. The sudden intimate closeness stops your hand on her thigh as your brain short-circuits.

It’s almost as if you’ve lost all control in simply forming a coherent thought, especially when Abby is this close.

Naturally, you gravitate closer until the tips of your noses bump together, making you tilt your head a little to accommodate yourselves. There seems to be a silent agreement between you both, one that doesn’t need to be discussed further to waste more time as your lips connect in a gentle kiss.

The hand which had paused against her thigh moves its way to her waist, the fabric of her shirt bunching in your grasp as you hold onto her like a lifeline. Her pillowy lips part slightly against yours, a pleading offering. You accept her desire to deepen the kiss immediately, sliding your tongue against hers.

You can feel her gasp against your lips as you both become more forceful and determined, your room suddenly feeling a few degrees warmer than before.

Much to your dismay, Abby breaks away from the heated kiss, her chest gently heaving for air. Unable to get enough, your lips trail down to the underside of her jaw as if you’re trying to claim each part of her delicate skin with your kisses.

Her hand which cupped your jaw slides to the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at your nape and tugging lightly, abruptly stopping your mouth's loving assault on her skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” you whisper, your free hand joining your other in holding her waist.

Her reddened lips curve into a bashful smile, the sight making your heart skip several beats. It’s as if you’d died and one of the angels in heaven has decided to greet you.

Abby leans in close once again, pressing a chaste, quick kiss to your lips before they trail down greedily to the sensitive skin of your neck. You tilt your head back, granting her all the access she wants with no complaint.

It doesn’t seem to be enough for her as the hand in your hair pulls a little firmer this time, causing a surprised gasp to leave your mouth, your cheeks warming. What was previously small pecks against your skin turns into open-mouthed, teeth grazing kisses until she reaches the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet.

“I never wanna stop kissing you.” she mumbles against you, followed with her plump lips sucking a pretty mark right above your collarbone.

You shiver, “I’m never gonna stop you.”