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HAYOOOO MEET THE ARTIST!!!!!
happy birthday to me!
I made meet the artist, but maybe it will change in the future! :D It's kinda chaotic, but I think it suits my personality
grandparents made me drink some alcohol, eww
*td+ā”Yelena Day 01-21ā”+dt*
Happy birthday, my loveš„¹š©·
Tall, blonde, dark, and lean. Rough and tough and strong and meanš¤¤
Professional yearner Lena so real 2 meš©·
I luv self shipping
I need her so bad it's not even funny
Just know when I saw what happened you were infact the first person i thought ofš
moments before my depression started
Myung-Gi constantly repeating that he would protect Jun-Hee only for him to forget about her because of his greed and then murder the woman who bled and killed to actually protect Jun-Hee. Hyun-ju, my angel, your soul was too kind for this world, you deserved so much better.
Fractured Faith
Yelena x Reader AOT
2.5k words <3 Youāre a women of faith. What happens when someone comes along and confirms the cracks youāve always felt? Assists in your silent rebellion? Toppling down all that you knew with the touch of her handā¦
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, rough sex. Begging. Age gap but youāre in your 20s and Yelena in her 30s nothing crazy. Virgin reader but not for long. Not a bunch of religious stress about going to hell for having sesbian lex cause I didnāt feel like adding that. Dirty talk. Dom Yelena sub fem reader. Disrespect lowkey. Very slight mentions of child abuse. light teacher student dynamic. Basement sex so kinda semi public ig? Use of names like sir in a sexual manner + pet names like good girl, slut, sweetheart, stuff like that. L bomb at the end because Iām a romantic. AGAIN absolutely nothing specified like height weight skin color or hair texture for reader. This is for everyone!!! Not really beta read this was kinda conjured up by a horny haze. Let me know if I missed anything <3
You know, it really was interesting how you two of you met. Two souls that never should have touched brought together by strange circumstances and sinful curiosity. Nothing, not even the hand of God, would ever stop the yearning and colliding. Yelena was the pianist at your church. Tall, broad, and all-encompassing. Commanding the notes with the most ethereal, powerful hands. Even knowing she had caught your stare multiple times, you still couldnāt help yourself. The gaze you held was so obvious even your mother picked up on it, of course missing the truth hidden beneath. After service one day, she guided you over by the shoulder, ignoring your reluctance. The hand on your shoulder did not help the thoughts. Wondering what Yelenaās hand would feel like on your shoulder. Would it be cold or warm? Touch heavy or light? āMiss Yelena, my daughter here would like to speak with you. Sheās interested in piano lessons if you offer them.ā Your motherās voice was weak, body frail, a woman truly devoted to all things Godly. When Yelena took a beat to respond, your mother offered a tight-lipped smile, mouth painted a monotonous shade of boring, trying to encourage the conversation. āNo, I do not.ā
The blunt reply perturbs your mother. As always, she pushes and tries again. āOh, donāt be so humble! Y/n here is a good girl. She listens well and learns quick. Please give her a chance.ā Yelena had already begun to turn away, aiming to reply with another firm no. That was until you spoke up. āPlease, miss, Iām very interested.ā Yelena allows a moment to drink in your appearance. Youāre younger, but not alarmingly so, and wearing a collared purple dress. One too many buttons undone to be truly modest. Bracelets adorned each wrist; your lips are a shade of pink thatās toeing the line between a nice girl and a hussy. Your eyes strike her as different too, and you appreciate Yelenaās paying attention to them. If someone had caught you, your mother would have probably beaten you for stealing the pink and green tube of mascara during a trip to the mini-mart. Only wearing a single coat, but you know itās enough to make your eyes sparkle.
Yelena recognizes the look in your eye, which contrasts with the shy tone of voice you use. Intriguing. Wanting to match your tone, she decides to accept. āAlright, tomorrow evening at six sharp. I will write my address down for you. Give me a moment.ā You await hearing back, fidgety and sweating. Then, the rest is history. The evenings shared were innocent enough at first. Not being religious herself and only seeing what she does at the church as just a job, you rekindle a passion in her. Teaching you techniques and tricks is like magic, bringing back something Yelenaās soul had lost. Your mother was right; you are a fast learner.
The night things changed started out like any other, ringing Yelenaās doorbell at 6:05 PM. Youāre late. It wouldnāt have been a big deal, but the resounding energy is off. Yelena sits much too close, causing your mind to wander. Does she always sit this close? Are you the one making things weird? And oh, her fingers. Delicate and experienced, unlike your own, making near constant mistakes. Her hands, they hold the power to break you right open, play you like music. āYouāre distracted tonight. What is it?ā She asks, voice deep. Word vomit spilling from you leads to personal questions from her.
have you ever touched a woman?
have you ever been touched at all?
perverted and profane
and so bloody tempingā¦
Yelena breaks you quickly, resolve weaker than either of you expected. Years of repression have done nothing to quell the hellfire inside. Questions turn to pleas, pleas turn to cries of her name mixed with delicious whines and moans. Voice up a pitch, a siren song prayer for more more more. You donāt even know what youāre asking for. Itās tempting. Yelena leans back to gaze at you while unbuttoning your blouse. Itās too much. Pink lipstick smudged around your mouth, no doubt spread to Yelenaās as well. Mascara prints around your eyes, tears stream down your face, and your breath is heavy like youāve run a marathon. Itās too much. Yelena removes her hands from your clothes, smoothing down her hair and pants awkwardly. āThis isnāt right, youāre not- this is- We have to stop.ā Her words are heavy, lustful and yearning in a way you didnāt expect; you wonāt stand for this. Itās time to finish what she started. āNo, Yelena, please!ā You climb on top of her, arms wrapped around her neck, legs in between her own. Clinging. Her hands come up to rub your back, soothing in a way you donāt want. You want her to set you ablaze. āYelena touch me! Please! I wanna know what it feels like to- ā An enormous hand comes to your face, effortlessly covering your mouth along with your nose. Making it a little hard to breathe. āHush. Next time.ā
Gathering yourself as quickly as possible, you prepare to leave. Gazing at yourself in the bathroom mirror, youāre unrecognizable. A slut with her face soiled, right along with her panties too. Wiping yourself from top and bottom, you rinse your face in the sink, hoping the cool water will bring you back to reality. Regardless of whether or not the water helped, moments with Yelena continue to supersede reality. Over the next coming weeks, she not only took your virginity, but went all the way with you routinely on the couch in her living room. Piano lessons be damned. Not that your quick wit really helped retain much. No, that was reserved for learning Yelenaās lustful tips and tricks. The purity ring you were gifted years ago still sits sits upon your finger, mendacious. A taunting reminder of the controversial relationship. Although society probably wouldnāt even call what you share āreal sexā since your partner is a woman. However, no one else will ever touch you other than her. Especially not a man. That would be an actual sin.
Things eventually progressed from just touching to fucking. Yelena grew rougher and more intense with time and witnessing just how much you can take. Thatās how you ended up in this current situation. Despite that fact, Yelena does have a softer side. One that comes late at night. Periodically, a soft tapping on your window will awaken you; you never bother asking how she found your home, let alone knew which room was yours. The mystique fits perfectly. Those were a midnight mass of their own breed. Cold in your pajamas, barefoot, she leads you through the woods. Itās a familiar route followed many times throughout your childhood, but visiting it with your lover transformed the experience. She guides you to the church graveyard, sacrilege hanging heavily over what youāre about to share. Yelena is so much more doting during these dead hours of night. Making love to you, gifting you with as many orgasms as you wish. Holding you close when youāre spent, firm body warming you despite the damp grass kissing your bare skin. Illusions of something more shining brighter than the moon.
But when she pulls you aside in private moments like this, she can be practically evil. Demeaning words so filthy they make you hope she prays after, and considers washing her mouth out with soap. The task for the two of you was to bring extra chairs from the basement, because the yearly potluck dinner would happen later in the evening. The second your shoes hit the floor at the bottom, sheās on top of you. Not even gracing you with a kiss before beginning the attack. āGet down on the floor.ā Yelenaās deep voice rings through the musty room. āWhat? Itās dirty. I canāt-ā Commanding hands come to grip your collar. Hard. In an instant, you are on your knees, landing with enough force to tear your stockings. Another tug has you sliding, scraping the soft flesh of your legs against the pavement. Cutting you up good, grinding blood and dirt into the wounds and surrounding fabric. Then, with a final push from her hands, you land hard on your hip, effectively soiling your skirt. āUh oh, donāt let your momma see that. She might catch on to what a disgusting little woman you are.ā Reflecting back, those nights in the cemetery contrast greatly with the way sheās violating you right now. In those moments, she praises you. Worships you. Treats you like your body is the altar, and your pussy the portal to the veritable goddess. But for now, sheās going to treat you like a disobedient dog in need of punishment. And you love it.
Ruthless as ever, she doesnāt give you time to comply, only leans down to force the rest of your upper body flat. āI said, lay down.ā You donāt dare move a muscle despite your knees shaking involuntarily with anticipation. Your mind wanders as she crouches down and unclothes your bottom half. First go your shoes, thrown into the darkness beyond. Then your tights, the airy material is pulled off roughly, then stashed away into Yelenaās pocket. Well, itās not like youāll need them anymore. Last to go is your skirt. Aiding her by lifting your hips, she pulls it off, leaving you in just your top and panties. āOh sweetheart, youāre wearing the ones I bought for you.ā Her hands rub up and down your thighs, the perfect amount of pressure to get you excited and twitchy. The underwear is black and full lace, something from a proper lingerie shop, not the cotton ones youāre used to.
Those cheap kinds that come from the general store. Yelenaās serpentine hands come to a halt at the waistband. Spade-like fingers cut into your skin and yank the fabric away. Itās fast enough to leave trails of irritation at the biting friction. āHow precious.ā Her words are spoken bitterly, despite how they might seem. Readjusting, she pulls your legs apart and settles in, lying down between them. Grateful, she wore a grey button-up instead of her usual white one. The dirty marks from the floor will be concealed perfectly. Kisses mark up and down your inner thighs, some light and sweet, others hot and open-mouthed. Each one brings a pretty huff from your lips. āSuch a pretty girl, my good girl.ā Yelena says, voice dropping deep and husky. She spreads you open a bit with her fingers, bringing out another high-pitched sound from your throat. Yelena lets out a sinful groan, absolutely aching to lick you up like ice cream. When she kisses your clit, you jolt, reacting similarly when she places another kiss on your hole. Your hips shake back and forth, wanting her to hurry. Rapacious hands push you back to the floor, lapping tongue establishing a fast pace.
The muscle presses all your favorite spots, like the flesh below your clit. She even goes so far as to push inside a few times. Itās rapture, being allowed such intense pleasure after being exploited. āYelena mmmm ah~ā Body moving in time with her, combining into one pulsing energy. The sensation is too much, so you try pushing away with both feet and hands. Yelena doesnāt want that, so she pulls you roughly back into her face. The pull has your top riding up, sensitive skin on your back meeting the sandpaper floor. Wanting to let her know youāre close, you stutter out, āOh, Iām almost there, please donāt stop.ā Yelena pushes you further, keeping the same solid pace, each stroke walking you a step further towards the edge. Feeling the outer muscles contract and release knowing what that means, she pulls away. āNo! What? Why did you stop?ā Your voice comes out cracked. Pushing up with your feet, raising your hips up from the floor, attempting to get close again. You sob pathetically, realizing convincing her will take effort. āBeg for it.ā Her voice is low, taunting. Trying to honor the embarrassing request, you whine, āP-please, Yelena, let me⦠um, let me finish please I want it.ā Thatās it?
āHorrible. Try again. Say it dirty this time, use the proper words. The ones I taught you⦠pussy, fuck, sir, cum.ā Good God. āYelena please! Please let me cum!ā She pulls away fully from your body, making you reach out for her, trying to kick at her with your legs. She rests on her knees, palms flat against her thighs. Disappointed. āYou donāt mean it. Say it like you need me, like a prayer. Push me over the edge with your urgency, make it so I canāt keep away from you.ā Edged past the point of restraint, you really give it to her this time. āFuck! Sir, please! Fuck me till I cum! I need it! Please please please! Use me how you want, do anything to me. I can take it as long as I get to cum, I- fuck-!ā Pulling you up by your stretched collar, the world shifts to a sitting-up posture. Your knees stay open wide like a mouth ready for communion. Wishing for the blood and body of Christ to be gifted by the priest, and you get exactly what you want. Her fingers nudge around for a moment, rubbing back and forth between your folds, coating them in slick. And then, in two of them go. She doesnāt push them in and out fully but focuses on rocking back and forth solely on your spongy g-spot. Now thatās got you tumbling towards the edge. āOh, my God.ā The words come out breathless. Yelena copies with a mocking tone, punctuated by a mean laugh. āWhat would God think of you now? Huh? Better yet, what would Mommy think of you? If she came down here, saw you split open on my fingers like this, hmm?ā The dirty words donāt help your situation. Having been so close last time, it wonāt be long before youāre done for āUghhh Iām close again please, please let me cum.ā
āNo.ā She speeds up, wicked. āSir! I want it! Now, please.ā Your voice trailed off, words replaced by guttural sounds, mind fucked out. A bit of drool forms at the corner of your mouth, eyes half lidded and your gaze is empty. Yelena feels your plush walls contracting hard, deciding youāve done well enough she commands, āOkay, go ahead. Be a filthy slut and cum for me.ā The only thing youāre capable of doing is gripping onto her wrist, digging your nails in and cumming so hard you have to cover your own mouth not to be heard. That was the last thing you needed. To be outed by your stupid cries. Body tense, she slows but doesnāt stop. Wanting you to feel every single moment of your orgasm. Once itās over, your stomach shakes, overstimulated. She catches on not wanting to force you anymore, feeling proud of herself.
Yelena holds you until you come down whispering reminders of how good of a girl you are, how well you take it and various things of that nature. Then, helps fasten your clothing after searching through the dark for your right and left shoes. Sheās down on her knees again, tying your laces as if youāre a child. Catching a glimpse of the abrasions adorning each knee, and feeling the shakiness of your legs, she feels remorseful. Overcome with affection, her arms wrap around your lower half, head resting at your hips. āAre you okay, Yelena?ā Shouldnāt she be asking you that? Big eyes lift to meet your own; you could swear they are damp with tears. āYou are my absolution, y/n. I canāt be without you.ā
Petting her thick blonde hair, unsure of what to say other than the truth, you spit it out. āI love you too, Yelena.ā
She's manipulating me and it's workingš„...
My pathetic lover girlšš©·
My POV btw... I used my hand for reference LMFAOOO... Also spot the tiny details....
Being stuck in the airport for DAYS and having been on planes for a total of 20 hrs apparently possesses me with an unfathomable amount of POWER... This is my magnum opus. I'll never create anything better than this.
Apocalypse AU I made in 9th grade but realized I NEVER POSTED IT BC I NEVER FINISHED IT?? Surprisingly goodš
I need Yelena biblically
CeeLenaHan sketchie :3 Theyāre so neapolitan icecream to meā¦
Pose inspired by some art on Pinterest! I'll link it when I wake up.. So can someone remind me
Ppl only talk to me when it's convenient for them like I should just choke on a rock and d1e I guess
Anyways. Tired of gatekeeping this. I'm still rendering C and the background. Also I can't post the uncovered version cuz it gets flagged (there's no nips tho so idk why. Just a bit of boobage and abs lol)
Oh this WIP too I guess. I'm trying to make a vid
iām so glad thereās still who love yelena
iām literally so OBSESSED with this woman š
Sorry this ask is like weeks old cuz I forgot but YESSSSš©·š©·š©· I've been here for ages I fear I'm a Yelena AND Hange day 1š¼ Y'all NEVER getting rid of me nyehehehehe
Here is me ab to be sandwiched between them AGHHHHHHššššššššš
They're so neapolitan ice cream to mešØ
Ghostface Yelena, cuz I'm obsessed with my Scream AU :3 PROBABLY NEVER FINISHING THIS..... I dunno
I need her so bad
Ohhhh itās getting serious up in herrreeee
Iād do anything that you say
Anything cause you the boss
Some stuff