Please I hope this doesn’t come as a hate ask, I’m just curious (and sorry if you’ve talked about it before) but would you mind talking about why you dislike DBF so much? I’ll admit I’ve found it hot and would read for enjoyment but plenty times I came across ones where the reader was 16/17 and in high school or even 19/-21 and Joel was always 50+ and it made it so weird, especially when it was a plot that Joel knew the reader as a kid and that just ruined it. I’ve only somewhat enjoyed ones where it was pre outbreak Joel so he was in his mid/lates 30s and there was a 10ish years age gap or some sane people have written the reader as 30 and Joel at 55. Is that what you dislike or is there something else? I’m just curious and don’t mean any disrespect
tw// slight mentions of grooming.
it's most definitely the 16/17 and 50+ joel miller dbf. and it's literally because i've been groomed before so it just ruins the fantasy. i can't get into it, it just seems too predatory. and i really tried, but it just turns me off. some of them can get triggering. some choice of words/actions can really just send me back to that time when i was so vulnerable. i just physically and mentally can't do it. now, 40/50, 30/40, 30/50, 40/60, is not my PREFERENCE, but it's better than joel dating a literal child. although when i think about joel being a functioning adult by the time "reader" was born and then finding them attractive at 30 it just rubs me the wrong way. can't like it. i've really tried. really, tried.
★ warnings: fluff, eventual smut, playful ellie, ellie has a crush on you, you're on patrol outside jackson, top!ellie, bottom!reader, tmn!ellie x ropebunny!reader, light bdsm, dom!Ellie, bottom!reader, orgasm denial, punishment
★ smut! ellie willams x fem!reader
★ synopsis 「 you and ellie are sent on a patrol lap outside of jackson before a snow storm. tragically, you get caught in the middle of it, and have to survive the night in a cozy cabin. 」Bright and early, the snow fell outside your window. Admist the peace and lull of wintertime, your home echoed the rapid knocking on your front door.
Groggy and confused, you sat up, awakened from your deep slumber after a night of regret. As the raps grew louder downstairs and your view came into focus, the room was dimly lit by an oil lantern. The fireplace was barely smoldering, coals mimicking bubbling, red magma. Your jacket, shoes, and backpack lay sprawled out on the floor, head pounding as you recollected everything buried by the dark cavern of sleep.
Last night. Alcohol.
Dancing.
Kissing Ellie.
The knocks continued.
Kissing Ellie. Ellie touching you.
Knock, knock, knock...
Fuck.
You can't focus on that right now.
"Jesus," you muttered, out of your memories and already irritated at the repeating noise that bounced around in your head. "Coming! I'm coming!" You yelled, furiously bounding downstairs. Hair a mess, socks somewhat barely on your toes, and sweatpant legs up and down amok, you opened the door to come face to face with a smug Ellie. A cheeky grin plastered on her face as her green eyes snaked around your morning figure. "Did you forget?" She asked you, tongue poking at her cheek in amusement as her eyes burned holes through your thin night shirt. You crossed your arms as the cold caught up with you and turned the other cheek; "No. I didn't. I was actually in the middle of getting ready." A blatant lie, but you couldn't, no, didn't want to say the truth. You were a lightweight.
Besides, you couldn't bear to even look at Ellie, let alone go on patrol with her today. Not after last night. Was it too late to fake alcohol poisoning? "Oh yeah?" She retorted, an eyebrow raised in preparing question. "Is that why your socks are halfway on and off?" You looked down and sighed. Caught red handed. "Just give me a minute." You grumbled, shutting the door in her face. "Wow," Ellie spoke, muffled through the door. "I didn't know you weren't a morning person." She yelled, her voice softened by the baracade.
Your heart racing, you walk away from the door, thoughts collapsing in on themselves as they ponder about last night with Ellie. Her hands travel up your thighs as your fingers are lost in her hair, the smell of booze on both your mouths as you engrossed yourself with your lips on her neck, and now that you've thought about it, you did see the light bruises you left on her when her saw her just a few moments ago.
Your clouded mind somewhat clearing, and as well as your irritation from previous events, you finish your morning routine. Grabbing your bag and slipping your boots on, you waltz to the bathroom and brush you hair, teeth, and wash your face. Warm clothes and socks now fully on, you reapproach the door and slowly open it, Ellie still waiting for you.Her face was rosy from the cold, and you felt a little guilt for leaving her outside. Ellie's eyes study you like they did last night; hungry, eager. You ignore it. Try to. However, something in your gut was clawing to return it. She scoffs in laughter quietly to herself, almost cocky. She clears her thoat.
"So, I've already checked out with Maria and have the horses. We can just get to it," Ellie was in fact speaking to you, yet all you could hear was all the nasty conversation you two exchanged last night. She could dirty talk your way into the grave. You watched her carefully, yet her eyes were fixated on your lips only, her hands running in-between her gloved fingers over and over. Clasping and un-clasping. However, so suddenly, you were moved back into conversation. Somewhat more focused, eyes darting behind Ellie to the frozen outside.
"—But we have to be home pretty quick. There's supposed to be a snowstorm, and we want to make it home before that, you know." For a moment, you saw her tongue roll onto her lips, and you nodded. "Yeah," your gaze shifted from her mouth right up to her eyes. "Let's do it."
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Now plenty away from the outskirts of Jackson, the snow marks your trails across the patrol route, and now you both make a beeline for your final destination. Silence permeated the air between you both, the fall of snow being the background noise to your shortcomings. You mutually knew where your thoughts lie, but in an attempt to brush them off, you speak up. "What's Joel think of the tattoo?" You ask, urging your horse, Buttercup, to move closer towards Ellie and Shimmer. "This old thing?" She turned slightly, the ghost of a smile tracing her lips. "He likes it. What about you?" The question made the pit of your stomach do backflips. Ellie tried to seem confident, but she came off merely skiddish.
You swore you saw her face turn a shade of pink, but maybe it was the cold. However, your face felt like it was thousands of degrees warmer. "I love it." Although barely above a whisper, the riposte danced in Ellie's head. Ego inflated. Now her face was definitely as warm as yours. In another attempt to strike up a conversation, she reigned Shimmer to a halt to catch up to you.
"What did your brother think of you going out to get supplies all by yourself?" You grinned at the thought of the earlier conversation between you and your brother months ago. "He told me he'd kill me if I didn't come back alive." You rolled your eyes, and that earned a small laugh from Ellie. "I told him if I died as a clicker, I'd find him and bite him first." Both of you laughed, eyes meeting after. For a moment it felt like everything was awkward. The cold, the silence, even Ellie. Kat always deemed her a Casanova, but she's just so... shy. Luckily, the sheer excitement and the anticipation of fawning over one another left a pang in your chest. It saved the moment. The two of you continued to ride, stopping over the edge of a cliff. As you peered at the snowy horizon stretched across in front of you, Ellie spoke. "How gorgeous." Ellie smiled. You smiled. "I think so too."
After the small conversation, riding up to the port of the patrol tower, an empty three-story storage building sat on the bank of a hill. The snow seemed to come down in thick blankets, the frost covering your faces. Ellie docked Shimmer, and you followed suit, Glock tipped downwards in your hands. Ellie, with her hunting rifle, looked through her sight, making sure to go first in front of you. Another pang in your chest. One between your legs. She likes keeping you from "scathing" danger, as she likes to call it. Although you can, and have managed by yourself, there was something deeply attractive about her protection. Maybe it was the thrill of her immunity. That's what you chopped up to.
As you scaled the outside, Ellie made sure the ground had no unwanted visitors and you both made your way inside to do the routine perimeter check. On the third floor, you logged your visitation and scribbles of your names in the blank little tiles of the journal. "You know," Your fingers raked through the pages of the booklet. "I don't understand having to keep the log. Nobody ever does it." Your focus was slotted, eyes tracing each page and recognizing the scattered names.
Joel.
Maria. Tommy.
Eugene.
Joel. Ellie.
Jesse.
Dina. Jesse.
Ellie. Tommy.
Eugene.
Ellie, gazing from the window, waltzed to your side and overlooked the pages from behind you, her lips close to your ear. "Just how Tommy wants shit." You felt her breath hit the back of your neck, your skin raised from the contact. The familiar knot in your stomach, previously from the night before, returned. The want from the depths of yourself screamed, yet you felt like a shallow creek waiting to be dipped in. Ellie smiled, making note of the slight change in your demeanor. "I think you're doing a good job by keeping up with it." Her low tone sent you reeling, a slight shiver running down your arms. Her words, so simple, so quiet, made you so wet. Your head turned and met with Ellie's deep pools of moss for eyes, observing each freckle and retracing the scar on her eyebrow. Your lips are inches away, and you press a hand on her chest. She simply followed; as you stood, your hand commanded she sat in your chair, taking your place. Your hips immediately trailed to sit on her lap.
Ellie's hands clasped onto your hips, and she drank in the sight of you, mouth slightly agape. "Are we going to forget about yesterday?" She whispered, voice husky as her eyes now locked with yours. You shook your head without skipping a beat. "I don't think I could even if I tried." Your words were sultry, a hot sigh against Ellie's lips. Her hands ventured from the curve of your hip down to your ass, firmly holding you in place. Holding you down. Close. Your arms around Ellie's neck let your fingers wander into her hair. You yearned for her to be as close as possible to your body, to feel anything against yourself. Ellie smiled, leaning into you, pulling you in just to loosen her grip. "Are you going to let me finish what I started?" Her words were deep, heavy, and they rang in your ears, feeling more like an answered prayer than a question. Your gaze met hers finally, her face solemn, almost serious, domineering in every way that made you squeamish. Your face grew hot, and you nodded immediately. Ellie tilted her head, piercing eyes never leaving.
"Come on now, use your words like you did last night."
The rise from your aching pussy all the way through your stomach made your legs twitch, the feeling of vulnerability setting in. You knew Ellie wasn't going to give you what you wanted, what you needed without your words first. You looked down, opening your mouth. "I need you to fuck me." Eyes trailing from her collarbones back up to her mouth, you feigned innocence. "Please?" The words were sweet, and you feel the aching getting worse by the second, your mind reeling with thoughts. Ellie, still examining you, took her hand and reached for your face. She gripped tightly and forced your focus back onto her. Her thumb traced your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, holding onto the bottom of your chin with the rest of her hand below. "There's my girl. She's not coy. Are you?" She kept her thumb planted in your mouth, her other hand undoing your jeans. Your body was shaking from exhilaration as you nodded."Gorgeous." She whispered, gently pulling out of your mouth. Her thumb brushed back down your bottom lip, drool on glimmering on the edge of your mouth.
For a moment, your eyes stay focused on the other, the tension so thick you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Ellie smirked, the smug look coming back to her. "I didn't know you'd try to be so innocent sober." Her hands picked you up by the hips, standing and pushing you into the desk, lights, logbook, and journals all slipping off it. You gasped, shocked by her sudden movement and the articulation it took to move you.
As if an awkward visitor stumbled in, the howl of the snow became too loud to ignore. The windowsill, in a split second, had shattered, snow piling in. Ellie looked at you, startled, eyes then focusing on the blinding white of the window behind you. "I think we should get out of here."
Dammit.
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You two had wandered around in the snowstorm, covered in a thin layer of snow. Every route looked the same, every path covered. You followed Ellie on your horses, watching and barely hearing her frantic radio comms. After a moment, she spun around, looking up at the sky and the surroundings around her. You could see her thinking. Her eyes bounced from tree to tree, restlessness abundant. You couldn't admit that part of you was scared, but you were. It had been a long while since the threat of a snowstorm, and now you both were lost. Ellie tried to hide her unease and rode as close as possible to you. She tried to be as loud as possible. "I think I know where a cabin is, not far from here," You could barely make out her words, but the promise of something was enough for you to follow.
Ellie led, head turning every few seconds to not lose you. Great, you were stuck in a snowstorm with slick in your underwear, and you were still horny.
Unfortunately in between the whipping, thick blankets of white, all you can think about is how Ellie manhandled you so quickly. Everyone who comes next to check on the patrol route will see the mess and ask questions about it. Fortunately, as you continued your path, Ellie led you to the cabin. It was sitting pretty between the fold of trees, altogether and quaint. No broken windows or destroyed doors. The pair of you rode up into the garage, leaving your horses to warm it.
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Ellie was carrying firewood into the living room's fireplace as you made up the couches. Finding old blankets and pillows, stacking and organizing. "I can't believe you found this, holy shit," You spoke in relief, crossing your arms as you watched Ellie light the fire with a match. You couldn't help but notice her fingers, and once the match hit the wood, the glow of her face. It made your stomach drop, thighs slightly pressed together. "Joel and I found it a few years ago, we were waiting out a horde," Ellie said softly, standing up and shrugging off her jacket. "I thought it would come in handy to keep in the brain bank."
As you settled on the couch, Ellie's gaze landed on you. "You should take off those clothes. The snow will give you pneumonia if it melts. Don't want to be wet and cold." Heart skipping a beat you nodded, wordless, before Ellie laughed at you. Her serious demeanor broke, smiling as she shook her head. "You are so helpless." Throwing her jacket on the ground, she peeled off her grey hoodie, boxers peeking out as her shirt lifted. She fixed it as she approached you, her fingers looping around your jeans. Your stomach dropped. Your pussy ached.
"May I?"
The fire crackled behind you, illuminating Ellie's freckles and the veins in her hands. Your mouth was barely open, doe eyes blinking slowly to take in her gesture. "Yes ma'am," you obliged, earning a smug grin from Ellie, enough to outline her dimple. "Thanks." Teasingly, her fingers danced from your jeans and onto your jacket, unzipping it and pulling it off your arms. Her face was focused, like you were one of her books she read or pictures she sketched. Her eyes darted back up to you for permission with your shirt, and you simply nodded, chest heaving with excitement.
Ellie unbuttoned your flannel one by one, eyes prying down onto your chest. "Jesus, you're gorgeous." She whispered, her lips pressing against your neck. Her hands cupped your boobs, thumbs brushing over your nipples as you let out a staggered breath. "Pretty mama." She mumbled against your skin, breathing you in. In a moment of bravery, you spoke up as she kissed your skin. "Thought you'd be rougher," You whispered, causing Ellie's head to pick up and meet your eyes. "Not with you. Not yet. Let me just worship you for now. It'll all come later, I promise."
Maybe Kat was right.
Your face flushed at her confession, legs pressing together in reaction. Ellie scoffed quietly, looking down at your thighs and rebounding to you. "I'm going to take my time." Nimble fingers unclasped your bra, her eyes following the bounce of your nipples as she threw it across the room. She was muttering something, but you were unaware, nervously shaking in front of her. Starting from your collarbone, Ellie pressed feverish kisses down the middle of your body, stopping to nip and bite at your skin. Your fingers found her hair, weaving through the auburn locks before stopping at a hold. "Ellie," you gasped as she made her way down to your belly button, unbuttoning your jeans. Quietly, she laughed at your lacy rimmed pair of underwear. "All of that for me?" She teased, to which you looked away.
"Where'd you even find these?" She asked, fingers pulling and tugging on the lace waistband. Her chin rested on your ribs, looking up at you. "You're so gorgeous." You rolled your eyes, still looking off at the fire. "Whatever." Mumbling, you looked back at Ellie, brushing pieces of hair out of her face. Keeping eye contact, Ellie pulled off your jeans, peeling them away and throwing them on the floor. You let her handle you, her rough hands from ranch work and guitar warm against your skin. Her fingertips raked against your thighs, before she straddled you, right against her crotch. "Do you trust me?"
You snapped back to reality.
"Do you trust me?"
Ellie repeated. She had found you shelter. Didn't fuck when you were both drunk. Taken you home when you were sick. Always went first on trips. Hunted for you. You had made up your mind before you even spoke, long ago. "I trust you," Your voice was small and meek, hands on your ribs. Ellie smiled, unbuckling her belt. She took both of your hands, raised them above your head, and made makeshift handcuffs with her leather belt. Your heart was pounding, a little unexpected, but you did trust her. She tied your hands tight, unable to move anywhere else except up. "Good girl," Ellie purred, eyes darkening. Immediately after she pulled off your panties, throwing them behind her. "Last night you told me a lot about yourself," She sat up, that smug look reappearing. She bent your leg up on her shoulder, hearing the smack of your wet pussy.
You felt embarrassed, spread out in front of her.
Vulnerable.
Her thumb traced the slit of your slick, gauging your reaction as she pooled her thumb into your needy hole, a sharp whine escaping your lips. "Oh fuck," you whispered, her body twitching. Pulling her thumb out, she replaced it with her middle and ring fingers, slowly curling them. "Like that? Yeah?" You nodded, mouth agape. "You told me you love when I'm in control," You squirmed under her touch, hips pathetically wriggling. Ellie's pace was still agonizingly slow, curling up and down in your squelching pussy. You ached for her to go faster, eyes pleading. You were too shy to formulate words, Ellie picking up on it and running her free hand around the dangling necklaces of your neck. "Come on pretty," Her finger curled around a certain chain, tugging you helplessly closer to her. "Use your words."
"Wanna' get off, fuck, fuck," You babbled, drooling as your head reeled back from every sensation. Back arched, you tried to press your hips against her hands, unsuccessfully gaining no traction. Ellie watched you struggle, finding it amusing. "I thought you wanted to use me all up. What's wrong now?" The grip on your chain was tighter, pulling your upper body close to her face. You were nothing but putty in her hands. "Can't get yourself off without my help?" Your face burned, eyes watching Ellie above you. "Slut. Needing my fingers." She degraded, forcefully sinking the length of her entire fingers in your needy pussy.
You gasped, shocked from the sudden immersion. Her thrusts were quick, her length disappearing and reappearing by seconds. "You're so dirty, wanting to be tied up like this and fucked." Ellie scolded, adding another digit. Your legs spasming as you cried out. "Ellie!" To which Ellie just smiled. Her hand moved from yanking your chain to around your neck, fingers barely applying pressure enough for you to see stars. "Oh fuck, gonna, gonna," You whimpered, eyes shut. You felt your orgasm creeping closer, your legs closing. Ellie presses her knees to your thighs, restricting your movement. "Don't make me tie your legs down too," Her voice was husky, almost just as needy as yours. Your moans reached a staggering symphony to accompany your euphoria, but unfortunately Ellie began to slow down her pace.
"No, no no no," You pleaded, your height of pleasure winding down from the loss. Your head spun, but Ellie quickly pulled out her fingers, getting off your thighs before ripping off her shirt. She pulled your legs together, making you cry out before tying your ankles together. She bent your knees to expose your throbbing cunt, slick spilling out of it before she dipped all three of her fingers right back in. "Told you not to move." You jolted, the feeling of embarrassment washing you over once more. This time, Ellie didn't stop.
Hitting your cervix with every thrust, her fingers curled to meet your g-spot. "Jesus, bane, those sounds." Ellie laughed, making hou shrink back into the legs. Your body shook from being suspended in the air for so long, the rope pressuring you to stay up. You couldn't move anyhow else. Ellie pressed on, the high returning as your adrenaline rushed to catch up. "Please, please, El, wanna cum," You begged, to which she stopped her fingers. "Finish yourself off, then. Use me like you said you wanted to last night."
Pathetically, you tried swinging your hips down onto her fingers, your tied ankles making it impossible. "Help, help, help," You begged. "Please, help," Ellie perked up, smiling. "All you had to do was ask, sweetheart." She picked up the pace, her free hand rubbing your clit and making you squeal. Your orgasm finally crashed onto you, and your eyes shut as you cried. "Fuck! Ellie!"
Ellie slowly pulled out her fingers, watching you.
➤ light exhibitionism, sam fucks you against the wall, p in v, oral sex, fem!receiving, slight dom!sam, established fwb, overstim!kink, slightlyyy kinky; just a taste, mentions of voyeurism
He was tender, up until the pads of his fingers clutched your hips, pushing you up against the wall. Sam had you pinned, wriggling, the clanking of his chain wallet ringing as his knee split your legs. He had you perched on his thigh, your warm pussy just throbbing on the fabric of his jeans. "Seb's 'n Abb's in the other room," you whispered, cautionary as Sam's fingers lined the waistband of your skirt, your stomach flipping into undoable knots. "I'll be quick," Sam reassures, his tone light comparable to the darkness in his eyes, cloaked underneath the darkness of night.
In the kitchen of Sam's home, Sebastian was busying himself and Abigail with snacks for the movie, the remote lying next to the bed with static television. Sam's fingers pooled deeper, right above your warmth, his eyes studying your reaction. "C'mon, lemme' getcha' off," A smug grin stretched across his mouth as he whispered in your ear; you shivered, undeniably melting under his touch. A staggered breath left your lips at his light touch, your body so sensitive to his movement.
"Can feel you throbbing on me." Sam's voice was deep, heavy, affectionate. He couldn't kiss you just yet; he wanted to watch. He wanted Sebastian and Abigail to watch. But maybe that was too taboo. You mewled as he felt your slick with two of his digits, and when nothing more happened you sighed. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them against his tongue, your face burning at sight. He couldn't handle waiting any longer; his hard-on was painful in denim. "Please, Sammy," You whined against him, which he then sprung into action, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.
"Feel how hard you make me." He commanded, pulling you hand to feel up on his cock. It was already wet with precum, the tip warm. The feeling made you moan, and he slipped your panties to the side. "C'mon sweetheart," he said lowly, gently moving your hand up his shirt while he slowly thrusted into you. The gasp you let out was loud and startling, with Sam's hand clamping over your mouth.
As soon as your lips covered, he lost it. His hips rutted into you against the wall, the old wooden bedside table jiggling with every thrust. Your legs hooked around his waist, hands on his shoulders as your hips bucked against him in an attempt to escape. But there wasn't one. Hit after hit your body shook, eyes rolled back in ecstasy and overstimulation. Your effort was honing in on controlling your voice, concentrating on staying as quiet as possible. Moaning into his hand, you closed your eyes. Sam gave an especially hard thrust immediately after, hitting your cervix. "Look at me." He warned, your eyes snapped open while your body jolted. Your attention once wavered now focused on only Sam, sight on his mouth as he spoke."'S right. Atta girl." Sam gasped softly after every thrust, feeling your walls clench around him. His mouth opened, panting. He was restless, so eager, holding himself back from tearing you apart. The only thing that stopped him was Sebastian and Abigail in the other room. But even then, he thought of some leeway. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, baby," His eyes watched your face as he removed his hand from over your lips, his thumb dipping into your mouth. Instead of whining, you drooled over his digit, helpless as his hips snapped into you. The lining of your underwear ripped within the next stroke, the fabric torn, and the pressure released on your hips. "Jesus, you're so hot," He praised, his thrusts sloppy and deep with the new room to work with.
Your hands slid up to his shoulders, nails digging into them. Sam sucked a staggered breath through his teeth as your nails dragged against him, eyes widened. He shivered at your teeth. "Babe," He groaned, dick twitching inside of you, making you squeal. Your legs shuddered as you neared your orgasm, tears falling onto your cheeks. Muffled whines were covered in spit and interrupted by Sam's thumb, yet your pleas were successful as Sam fixed his sloppy strokes.
He stepped forward, pushing your back deeper into the wall and pounding your pussy using the leverage, lewd noises coming from it. "So worked up over my cock," He teased, short rams from his hips drawing out the squelches from your pussy. Your body rebounded against him from the act, stout cries sounding from you. "Yeah? I make your pussy sound like that?" He repeated the jerking rush, slick running down your thighs. A mere moment after, Sam was fully moaning in your ear, his legs shaking as he edged himself until he got you off first.
"Fuck— I can't, I can't,"
But he couldn't hold on any longer.
Sam pulled out, his cum spilling on your thighs before he dropped on his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and both hands on your hips. He immediately pressed his tongue onto your pussy, lapping up everything he left behind. His nose pressed onto your clit, tongue piercing embedded deeply into your hole. Your hands found his blonde hair and pulled his face deeper into you, hips grinding. "Sam, Sammy!" You pleaded, watching him, on his knees for you. You crossed your legs, thighs around his head as you felt the knot in the deep pit of your stomach coming undone. Sam slowly licked up to your clit, the cool metal ball heaven against the warmth of your cunt. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Sammy, fuck," You cried, voice watery and unstable. Legs shaking, he buried himself once more with a determination, moaning onto you as he ate you out. The buzz of his voice made you squirm, Sam's face deep in heaven.
The bridge to your high came quickly, your hands pulling on his hair as you came. Back arching, your euphoria almost made you see stars. Your legs finally gave out as he caught you, guiding your legs back into his shoulders from the sides of his head. He came up for air, mouth and eyes glistening as he looked up at you. He was panting, a dazed look across his face, yet he was smug.
becoming obsessed and in love with middle aged white men from speculative and obscure media is so hard. like what do you mean there are collectively only SIX fanfictions written about him? i kid you not, SIX. IN TOTAL. ON A03. no im not telling you who. its embarrassing.
a bit of exposed skin, a dog let loose and he loses his moral like a perfect cog into the machine. the coin that fits in the slit is perfect and round, shiny and splendor. it is all he has ever wanted, his prying eyes through slitted cabinets as i slam the door shut with shame. how dare you and your eyes, perfect and round, shiny and insidious with wicked intention. how dare you, a dog let loose with lost morals in the perfect bend of the clock that will tick away past all the time i spend scrubbing my skin in the shower. you are dog and i am machine. why are you more animal than i?
I’m chiming in here too. I want all the weirdos that romanticize 50s/60s Joel with late teens/early 20s, think of Dina because she’s supposed to be around that age. Now imagine that scene she had with Joel and they started kissing, touching and saying dirty things to each other, and I know that would make a lot of people uncomfortable because that’s exactly what it is that’s being written about.
This is literally how I view it. Like.... Joel wouldn't get with one of Ellie's friends???? Its just so... ew.
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