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@secr3tlover
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☆ 18
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"Mind you"
This clarification cracks me up for no reason
@Marceline2174 at it again (I love them)
kelly thompson if you’re hearing this please
bella was lucky she didn’t have a cell phone of any kind because you know ya boi edward would be blowing up that phone 24-7 going “saw a snail today…. effervescent” or some shit equivalent
constantly plagued by the urge to rewatch/reread/re-consume my favorite media
i want to rewatch arcane but also replay the last of us but also reread once upon a broken heart like AGH
how do people ever consume new stuff???
𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐄.𝐖
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you help ellie dye her hair to relieve stress from old memories and to relieve her in…other ways
𝐂𝐖: suggestive
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ellie x fem!reader
"Stop squirming," you murmured, working another section of bleach through Ellie's auburn hair. She was perched on the closed toilet lid, and you stood between her spread legs, close enough that your thighs brushed against her knees.
"I'm not squirming," Ellie protested, but her hands found your hips anyway, steadying you,or maybe steadying herself.
"You are." You leaned forward to reach the back of her head, and the shift in position pressed your bodies closer together. Ellie's breath hitched, her fingers tightening on your waist.
The bathroom was small, forcing an intimacy that felt deliberate. You could see every freckle on her face, the way her pupils dilated as you moved against her. When you rolled your hips forward, just slightly, testing, her eyes fluttered closed.
"Fuck," she breathed.
"Something wrong?" You did it again, more deliberately this time, grinding down against her lap as you smoothed bleach through another strand of hair.
"You're—" Her voice came out rough. "You're doing this on purpose."
"Doing what?" Another slow roll of your hips, feeling the heat building between you even through layers of fabric. "I'm just trying to get your hair done."
Ellie's head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. "Bullshit." But she pulled you closer, guiding your movements, her hips rising to meet yours in a rhythm that had nothing to do with hair dye.
You set down the brush, bracing your hands on her shoulders as you continued grinding against her. The friction was maddening, not quite enough, but building steadily. Ellie's breathing grew ragged, her fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Don't stop," she gasped, and you could feel her trembling beneath you, getting close, so close—
The timer on your phone shrieked.
You both froze.
"No," Ellie groaned, her forehead dropping against your chest. "No, no, fuck—"
"We have to rinse it out," you said, fighting to keep your voice steady even as your own body protested the interruption. "Unless you want your hair to fall out."
"I don't care about my fucking hair right now."
"Ellie." You tilted her chin up, meeting her desperate gaze. "Shower. Now."
She looked like she might actually cry from frustration. "You're evil."
"I know." You pressed a quick kiss to her mouth, tasting her whimper. "Come on."
Twenty minutes later, Ellie's hair was rinsed clean and towel-dried, platinum blonde and ready for the black dye. She sat back on the toilet, still visibly wound tight, her jaw clenched as you mixed the color.
"You sure about this?" you asked softly, watching her stare at her reflection in the mirror. The blonde looked strange on her, unfamiliar.
Ellie was quiet for a moment. "Yeah. I need this." Her voice was rougher than usual. "The red... it reminds me of shit I don't want to remember anymore. The farmhouse. Everything that happened after." She swallowed hard. "Every time I look in the mirror, I see her. That version of me. The one who—" She cut herself off, shaking her head. "I just need a change. Need to feel like someone different."
You set down the bowl and cupped her face gently, making her look at you. "You're not that person anymore."
"I know. But maybe this'll help me believe it." She leaned into your touch, eyes closing briefly. "Black feels... I don't know. Like starting over."
You pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Then let's do it."
She managed a small smile, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. "Thanks for this. For understanding."
"Always."
"This won't take as long," you said, pulling your shirt over your head.
Ellie's eyes went wide. "What are you—"
"It got hot in here." You shimmied out of your jeans, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. The bathroom wasn't actually that warm, but watching Ellie's face was worth the lie. "All that steam from the shower."
"You're fucking kidding me." Her voice was strained, her gaze dragging over your exposed skin like a physical touch.
"Problem?" You stepped between her legs again, this time with far less fabric between you. Her hands immediately found your bare waist, fingers splaying across your ribs.
"You know exactly what you're doing."
"Do I?" You began applying the black dye, deliberately leaning close, letting your barely-covered chest brush against her face. Ellie made a sound low in her throat that went straight through you.
"I swear to god, when this is done—"
"When this is done, you'll need to let it process for thirty minutes." You ran your fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, and felt her shudder. "And then rinse it out. Thoroughly."
"I hate you so much right now."
"No you don't." You shifted your weight, your thigh pressing between her legs, and she gasped. "You're just impatient."
Ellie's hands slid lower, gripping your ass, pulling you impossibly closer. "You're torturing me."
"I'm dyeing your hair." But you rolled your hips again, just once, and felt her whole body tense. "Not my fault you can't keep it together."
"When I get my hands on you—" She cut herself off with a groan as you deliberately pressed against her again.
"You'll have to wait." You set the timer, then stepped back, leaving her flushed and panting on the toilet. "Thirty minutes. Don't touch it."
Ellie looked at you like she was planning murder. Or something else entirely.
"I'm never letting you dye my hair again."
"We'll see about that." You leaned against the sink, very aware of how little you were wearing, how her eyes kept dropping to your body. "Time's ticking, Els."
She closed her eyes, head falling back against the wall. "You're going to be the death of me."
"But what a way to go."
#obsessed
she was raised in hell btw
I'm obsessed with this stuffed pig. Circie made it for Diana. Circe, the woman who was sent to hell for turning people into animals. The same woman who turned DIANA into a pig in another timeline.
The way it's been well loved. The stitches and the patches. They way Diana MUST carry it around in her bag of holding. Like a piece of her mother that she took from the underworld because she knew she would not be returning for a long time. The way she happily loans it to a scared little girl because her heart is so full of love and kindness.
i love this run sm
all those promises at sundown, i’ve meant them like the rest
Summary: Part two to are we still friends? where ellie and reader face the consequences of their actions, and maybe sort themselves out along the way.
Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
Warnings/tags: lesbians in love and in denial, fluff, smut, afab body descriptions
A/N: the first part could kinda be read as canon to the game but this part definitely solidifies it as a modern setting. thank you to everyone who interacted with part one and requested part two! i hope its to your liking, and a small reminder that i’m taking requests if there’s anything you want to see in particular ;)
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It’s been two days since you stayed over at Ellie’s place for the first time. Two days that you’ve spent dutifully ignoring the undeniable difference in yours and Ellie’s relationship—quite spectacularly, if you did say so yourself.
You’re packing up your bag after your afternoon study session at your college’s library when you get a text. It’s Ellie.
— hey. wanna come over in a bit? i was thinking we could finally get to watching revenge of the sith.
You stare at the message for a minute, considering whether or not it was a good idea, before two more messages hurriedly come in.
— i swear you won’t fall asleep with this one like last time
— i’ll even ease down on the constant commentary ;)
The second message makes you laugh and roll your eyes. Yeah, right. The girl couldn’t keep her mouth shut for more than three minutes during the entire first trilogy, always having something to say. You doubt it’d change now.
Finally, you text back.
— doubt it
— …be over in a bit
It’s not long before you’re changed into more comfortable movie-watching clothes and knocking at the door to her apartment.
Two, three seconds pass when the door swings open. She smiles when she sees you.
“Hey."
You smile back. “Hey."
She steps backwards to let you in. “Get the movie going if you want, I’m gonna just change out of these jeans."
“All right.” You head over and plop onto the couch, putting on the DVD and clicking the movie.
Ellie comes back in shorts. Your eyes widen almost imperceptibly when you see her toned legs on display and you look away, hyperaware of the fact that your cheeks feel warm. She doesn’t say anything as she settles into the couch and starts the movie.
~~~
Somehow, you and Ellie migrate closer to each other throughout the course of the movie, now only inches separating you.
You last thirty minutes before the silence gets to you. Ellie keeps good on her promise of not speaking during the movie, though it doesn’t stop her from having overly dramatic reactions to the scenes, which makes you giggle.
“You can speak, you know,” you say after a while.
“I’m proving a point,” she teases, looking over at you, mischief dancing in her eyes.
“And what point is that?"
“That I can be quiet if properly motivated."
You raise a brow. “And what’s your motivation now?"
“Keeping you here with me,” she says. “So you can enjoy one of the best movies ever created, and realize there’s no better way to spend your time.”
“I can think of better ways to spend my time,” you say breathily, your eyes trailing up her body and landing on her lips.
She catches on quickly, and grins. “By all means, prove me wrong."
You only giggle before straddling her and tangling your hands in her hair, tilting her head back so you can kiss her slowly. Her hands instantly go to your hips, gripping them firmly as you deepen the kiss, sighing into her mouth. She tastes like mint and watermelon chapstick and you’re lost in her as her hands move and grab and pinch at your body.
You break the kiss to catch your breath but she doesn’t waste a second, using the opportunity to tug your shirt off your head, leaving you in just your bra.
She kisses you again like she’s a starving woman and you’re the cure—hot and passionate and messy intense. “Wait,” she breathes, pulling away for a second. “Here,” she pants, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the small dining table she has.
She gestures for you to hop on the table, which you do, giggling as you wrap your legs around her hips, your bodies warm and delicious against each other. “I like your thinking, Williams."
Her only reply is a messy kiss that has you gasping into her mouth and gripping her hair tightly—making her moan into your mouth.
She’s pushing you backwards, about to turn the make-out into something else when a thought pops into your mind—making you blurt out, “Wait!"
She freezes and pulls away from you slightly, enough to look into your eyes, concern playing on her face, “What’s wrong?"
“Shit, this is such a bad time to do this but—we need to talk."
She frowns and goes to pull away fully but you grab her before she can get too far. “No, stay, please. I’d love to continue this in just a minute,” you tease, “but I need to get this out first."
“Okay,” she smiles reassuringly. “What’s up?"
Well, here goes nothing, you think, praying silently it goes well.
“I want to be honest with you, Els. I know we’ve been… blurring the lines recently. We’re just friends, but we do more-than-friends stuff,” you point out, referring to two nights ago. “And I’ve been fine with that. I really have. It’s been nice living in our own bubble, not acknowledging whatever’s going on but… before things go any further, I need you to know the truth."
You swallow, willing the words to escape your mouth. “I’m in love with you. I… I have been for a while. I want something real with you, something outside this bubble, something permanent. If you don’t want that, I understand, but I can’t go on with this then because—"
“I want that too,” she confesses, eyes wide and a beaming smile on her face. “God, I want that so bad.” She kisses you passionately, fingers tangling in your hair. “Yes,” she says between kisses. “Yes to whatever it is you’re asking. I want it too. I want whatever you want, as long as it’s with you,” she whispers, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears.
You swear your heart melts on the spot. “Okay,” you whisper, smiling uncontrollably. “Back to business, then.”
She only laughs before laying you down slowly on the table, trailing kisses down your body, removing clothing items as she goes until you’re fully bare, a feast laid out for her.
Ellie presses a tender kiss to the inside of your thigh that has you sighing, and squirming, as you wait for her to get to where you need her most.
“Stop teasing,” you grumble from above, but she pays you no heed. She licks a long stripe up your other thigh, so, so slowly, and you’re just about to whine when finally—her mouth meets your core, tongue lapping at your sopping folds.
A moan escapes you before you can stop it and your legs buckle instinctively but Ellie holds you down, her mouth sucking and kissing and biting and devouring. Her fingers come into play too, slipping into you easily with the mess you’re making and it isn’t long before the telltale signs of your climax are echoing through your body.
“Ellie—I’m gonna—fuck.” Your climax washes over you like a turbulent wave, leaving your limbs shaking as Ellie continues her assault with her tongue.
“That’s it, babe, so good for me,” she murmurs, fingers working you through it.
You sigh as the last waves of it pass over you, and sit up on your elbows to look at her. She grins up at you cheekily and licks her fingers clean.
Your eyes widen at the gesture, shaking your head with a laugh as she gets up and drags you to the shower.
Bonus: Ellie’s POV of the morning after!
Ellie stares at your sleeping form, nose adorably scrunched up as your mind sorts through various dreams.
It’s nearly ten in the morning now, but she had only just woken up. Safe to say you two had a late evening, emotions on high after last night's confessions. She has the slightest fear that you’ll think it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, so she fully plans on reassuring you as soon as you wake up with plenty of sweet words and kisses.
Because she does mean it. She’s head over heels for you—and fully committed to this relationship. She’ll take forever with you if you offer it.
But, for now, more moments like these will do, she decides as she snuggles in closer to you.
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disclaimer: i am a lesbian, therefore i exclusively write about women with non-male readers in mind. it is my intention that all descriptions are kept as gender-neutral as possible, but there may be exceptions, as seen in more nsfw pieces where afab body descriptions are used.
Ellie Williams
are we still friends? (pt. 1)
all those promises at sundown, i’ve meant them like the rest (pt. 2)
Diana Prince/Wonder Woman
tremble for my beloved
Violet (Arcane)
are you bored yet?
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fem!love interest x reader #1
fem!love interest x reader #2
fem!love interest x reader #3
are we still friends?
Summary: You and Ellie are just friends. You swear. It doesn’t stop you from having really intimate nights though...
Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
Warnings/tags: super intimate “friendly” relationship (they’re in love they just can’t admit it), showering together, lots of fluff, avoidance, classic lesbian situationship tbh
A/N: had such a fun time writing this one! if anybody cares to see a part two pls lmk bc i would so be down!!! (although tbh i might just do a part two anyways bc im kind of obsessed with this!)
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Your eyes are half-lidded and heavy while Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader have their final face-off on Ellie’s bedroom TV. Ellie mutters some discontentment with Darth Vader’s actions and you hide a smile.
You lie in between her legs, head resting on her stomach. You’d been lying there for at least two hours, enjoying each other’s company while you watch Return of the Jedi for what has to be the fiftieth time. Ellie was fully engrossed in the movie, while you were begrudgingly falling asleep.
You’re just friends. That’s what you’d both been telling yourselves—and each other—for months as things between you blurred into something other than friends. But… other than friends was complicated. Other than friends meant you had to acknowledge the connection between the two of you, had to voice it to the world, and risk losing it. This—whatever this is—works. You have moments like these that exist outside reality, moments that are unacknowledged, simple, and perfect. You’ll keep them that way for as long as possible. And yet… reality always hits eventually.
As the movie comes to an end, you slowly peel yourself off her and drag your hands over your face. She sits up, and wraps her arms around your stomach, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“You wanna shower now, or tomorrow morning?"
Your head drops onto her shoulder and you groan. “Ellie… I have to go.”
“Just stay for a shower,” she purrs, kissing her way down your neck. “Then you can leave."
You bite your lip as you consider the idea—and Ellie catches it. A nibble on your ear, and then a whispered, “Stay."
“Okay,” you whisper back.
Her grin lights up the room. She kisses you on the cheek and gets up off the bed, turning off the TV. “Head in if you want, I’ll be right there."
You nod and do as she says. Within minutes, you’re standing in front of the shower, fully bare, waiting for the water to reach your preferred temperature. Once you’re satisfied with it, you step in and fail to hold back a moan as the scalding hot water cascades down your sore muscles.
Ellie steps in quietly after you, coming up behind you to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. You hum at the touch and lean backwards as her hands come to wrap around you.
“What were you doing?”
“Just locking the door and gate."
You turn around in her arms and raise a brow. “I thought we agreed I’d be leaving after this."
“Yes,” she says, voice turning husky, “but I was hoping”—kiss—“I could convince you”—kiss—“otherwise."
You sigh. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. The line you’re both balancing on gets precariously thinner and thinner every time you do one of these things. But… She slowly turns you around so that your back is to her again. This time, she doesn’t kiss you like you expect. Instead, you hear the quiet noise of soap being pumped onto a loofa and then—Ellie’s washing your body, being respectful of where she touches and holds you, never more than a gentle caress. After she’s finished, her head comes to rest on your shoulder and just… stays there.
Her arms and the cascading water create a sanctuary, the stress of the day washing over you like waves over sand. Eventually, you gain enough energy to pry yourself from her arms and turn around to return the favor, gathering soap in your hands and trailing her body.
Your hands come up to her shoulders and you muster up the courage to look up at her. She harbors a half-smile when you make eye contact and your cheeks grow warm. Not letting yourself think any further, you press a quick peck on her lips.
She chuckles and follows your lead, capturing your mouth in a slow but passionate dance.
Once you’re both done, you pad out of the shower and dry yourselves off. You’re about to reach for your clothes when she intercepts you, handing you a t-shirt of hers.
You look up at her, hesitation in your eyes. “Ellie—"
She interrupts you before you can start. “It doesn’t mean anything, just—I like seeing you in my clothes. And you’ll be more comfortable this way. It’s what friends do."
You press your lips together but take the t-shirt, pulling it over your head. She hides a smile, terribly, and grabs your hand, leading you into her bed.
Just friends, you repeat to yourself as you settle in each other’s arms, relishing the feeling of her chest rising and falling against yours. Just friends.
can yall believe i actually finished something for once
oh my god????
2/2 — pierced and tatted, vi arcane
my wife.
tremble for my beloved
Summary: Diana and you are having a calm, quiet night in your apartment when you catch her staring.
Pairing: Diana Prince x afab!reader, Wonder Woman x fem!reader
Warnings/tags: established relationship, slight mischaracterization of Hippolyta for furthering of the plot (it’s really not that prominent or essential though), smut (not that graphic tho), fluffy ending
A/N: i tried to keep reader as neutral as possible apart from basic descriptions of a female body-type but please lmk if i can improve!
ALSO!!! mandatory psa to my sister to please stop now. do not read this. i do not need the shame at next week’s family dinner.
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It takes you five minutes before you catch her staring.
You’re lost within the pages of the book you’re currently reading, seated comfortably on the couch and nestled under a thin blanket. It’s dark out, the sunset fading beneath the horizon well over an hour ago. You’re not wearing much—feeling comfortable enough in your own home to be lounging in your bra and underwear.
It takes you clearing your throat for her to notice. Her eyes snap up, landing on your face, before you drawl out, “See something you like?”
A flush works its way up her neck but she plays it off well. “A little more than like, I rather think,” she murmurs under her breath.
“Cheeky, cheeky, woman. Whatever shall your mother think?” you tease, setting your novel down on the coffee table, now forgotten for flirtatious conversation.
“My mother is Queen of Themiscyra,” she says, moving closer to you on the large, L-shaped couch. “She has taught me and my sisters to take what we desire”—she pauses for a second—“so long as it’s not in cruel fashion, of course."
You swallow a laugh at her clarification. Your Wonder Woman. Always so kind, so considerate, so caring to all those around her. Only you got to see… other sides of her. Aiming to coax that part out of her, you purr, “And what is it you desire, Diana?"
She’s now occupying your space, the very air you breathe—along with all of your thoughts and the forefront of your mind. Her large, toned body hovers ever so closely over your nearly bare one.
A beat, as she looks you up and down, eyes leaving a trail of blazing fire along the crevices and curves of your form. “You,” she whispers, her breath tickling your lips.
There’s nothing more to say as you envelop her mouth in yours, your hands immediately reaching up to tangle in her long, thick curls. Your lips move in tandem, in a messy collision of tongues and teeth and hot breaths, accompanied with the frantic movement of her hands.
Oh god. Her hands.
They explore every inch of your body—carefully but unwavering in their firmness. They touch and feel and grab and rub at your most tender spots, leaving you aching for more, more, more.
“Diana, please,” you gasp, breaking off the kiss with a plea, though you don’t know for what.
She pays you no heed and moves her lips to ravage other parts of you, working her way down your neck, and to the object of her attention all those minutes ago—your tits. Her hands gently flip your bra down, exposing your chest to the air. She breaks apart from your neck to gaze at you, and clearly finds something she likes, if her immediate grin is any indicator.
“I look disheveled,” you fill in, voicing what must be her thoughts.
“You look like mine,” is her resounding response, before her lips finally meet where she desired. Your mind goes blank—you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything other than feel her kissing, pinching, sucking, biting—right where you need her most.
A growing sense of need and ache pools low in your stomach, overpowering your mind. You cup at her face and bring her back up to face you, gazing into her cerulean blue eyes.
“I want you,” you gasp, catching your breath. “Now."
The darkened look in her eyes tells you she plans on doing exactly what you ask of her, until—
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Her eyes snap to her hand where it’s currently gripping your waist tightly, and suddenly the darkened look in her eyes gives way to something else entirely. A thin, dark grey band made of a elastic and metallic blend flashes red on her wrist. A gift from Batman she’d called it, to alert when her help was needed, though you weren’t entirely sure you’d call it so. Moodkiller felt more appropriate of a name.
Her expression is apologetic when she glances back up at you and she opens up her mouth to begin what you’re sure is an explanation, but you beat her to the punch.
“It’s okay, go save the world, Wonder Woman,” you tease, flipping your bra back up and planting a tender kiss on her cheek.
Her smile is warm as she reads the genuine understanding in your gaze. “I will be back soon, beloved.” A firm kiss is all she offers before, in the blink of an eye, she’s flying through the open window and off to save the world again.
Well, not all she offered, you amend, looking at her shed civilian clothes on the couch. Not quite how you imagined getting her undressed tonight but well, such were the pains of dating a superhero.
With a small, resigned shake of your head, you make your way to the bathroom to take a very much needed cold shower.
bless me father for i have sinned. i apologize but this is filthy. it came to me in a dream, a mere hallucination where the lord himself placed the burden on me to deliver more wonder woman x f!reader ff to the world. what choice did i have but to deliver? (an athiest btw)
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