I wanna say something, but I want a career…

Abby's back, in game

omfg

Joel x Reader, 4.7k

Summary: When you’re forced to pose as a couple to avoid suspicion from a group of survivors, the line between pretending and reality begins to blur.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, afab reader but no other description, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, quiet sex, sorry they're in a tent, fake dating, joel calls reader sweetheart

This is the first ever fic I'm posting please let me know what you think!!

It was a rare, fleeting moment of peace in a world that seldom offered any. The harsh noises of the post-apocalyptic landscape had been silenced for the night—no distant gunshots, no rumbling of infected in the distance. Just the quiet crackle of the fire and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze, a rare flicker of warmth in a world that never seemed to offer comfort. It was the kind of night that could make anyone believe there was still some humanity left, even if it was just the tiny spark of a fire shared between a handful of survivors. A small group, huddled together in the remnants of a ruined town. Among them were you and Joel.

Joel had been the one to suggest it, pragmatic as always.

The F*ck-It List | part 5 | # One

rating: 18+ (if you're a minor, please don't interact with this story. Seriously.)

chapter: 11.4k

tags: DBF!Joel , Smut , Romance , Angst , Comedy, Mutual Pining, dirty talk, and more Smut.

a/n: Sorry it's a little late, your girl got caught up with Real Life© (I don't recommend it) but it is here I hope you think it was worth the wait. I don't know why but this story is increasingly hard for me to write (I have ideas, just no motivation)

As per usual your support, your comments, your hilarious asks, your funny memes, your impossibly contagious enthusiasm - all of it got my tippy tappy fingers writing away! Please know that while I don't respond to all comments (something about it sometimes stresses me out, I cannot explain it) I READ all of them and LOVE all of them and sometimes when I'm down on myself and want to give up, I read a comment or see a funny mention and I just get inspired to keep going.

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F*ck-It List masterlist here

falling | joel miller x fem!oc (part x)

summary: Joel lets an important decision run him over.

a/n: MDNI, smut, rated 18+ and It's Christmas in March! you are simply not ready for this chapter. seated? tissues? fingers at the ready? alright, let's go.

“You haven't changed one bit, you dumb old fuck.”

Here’s the thing about being a pillar hermit: people leave you alone until they don’t. They let you be—until moments like these, where the whole damn town is out, where everyone is watching, where people expect you to participate in something you don’t much care for.

Joel had always been like this—off to the side, out of the way, hands tucked in his pockets while the world spun around him. He didn’t dislike Christmas. Hell, he wasn’t that much of a grouch. He could appreciate the little things: the smell of pinecones in the air, the bright ribbons and ornaments draped around a jewelled tree, the crackle of a good fire, the steaming mugs, the soft hum of carols carried by the wind. He had good Christmases once. With Sarah. And then there were twenty years of nothing but ruined memories.

But this Christmas?

POISON AND PANACEA

pitfighter!vi x fem!reader | 5.3k words

SUMMARY: After ten years without a word, Vi comes back into your life like a whirlwind—sudden and destructive. What follows is a series of one-night stands that you both swear mean absolutely nothing. (Yeah, right.)

TAGS: 18+ only! switch!vi, childhood friends to fwb to ???, mental health issues, mentions of alcohol, blood and injury, sex as a coping mechanism, pining, angst, ambiguous ending.

NOTES: vi drives me absolutely insane idk what else to say. hopefully this is good and somewhat in-character cause im very nervous about that.

-> READ ON AO3 | ARCANE MASTERLIST

Through the whispers of nosy neighbors and bar gossip, your past comes back to haunt you. It takes the form of a woman fighting her way through champions in the Pit, some no-name hothead who reminds you of the angry little girl you befriended a long, long time ago.

Things were simple back then, but never easy; better times when you weren’t responsible for putting food on the table, and you never understood why your mom stressed the importance of staying close to home. Now, you work a job at a local consignment shop and pay your skeevy landlord way too much for such a shit apartment.

You knew her before she shortened her name to Vi, and before you could comprehend the idea of a crush. Violet was your first crush—you liked the way she stood up for you against the neighborhood bullies, always so brave and nice and cool with her pink hair—and you haven't seen her in over ten years. Last you heard, she was thrown in Stillwater for murder, and Powder fucked off to Janna-knows-where in the aftermath.

Guys I think she's feeling fantastic...

★₊˚┊popstar reader's album.ᐟ

moodboard .ᐟ

better lies

Spotify playlist – Click to hear .ᐟ

ıllı1 into you

.lılı2 popular

.ılıı3 nonsense

ıllı4 in this darkness

.lılı5 southbound

.ılıı6 i'm yours

ıllı7 shameless

.lılı8 don't blame me

.ılıı9 imagine

ıllı10 stay

.lılı11 obsessed

.ılıı12 fetish

ıllı13 good for you

.lılı14 touch it

.ılıı15 eyes don't lie

ıllı16 so high

.lılı17 needy

(click on each song to hear it)

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ₊˚┊the fireflies' album.ᐟ

moodboard .ᐟ

LOUDER THAN FATE

Spotify playlist – Click to hear .ᐟ

ıllı1 PHYSCO

.lılı2 HEART-SHAPED BOX

.ılıı3 HYSTERIA

ıllı4 HAYLOFT

.lılı5 ANEURYSM

.ılıı6 R U MINE?

ıllı7 WHY GO?

.lılı8 CRYING LIGHTNING

.ılıı9 MY OWN SUMMER (SHOVE IT)

ıllı10 FOR YOUR LOVE

.lılı11 THIS IS WHY

.ılıı12 FIGURE IT OUT

ıllı13 I BET THAT YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR

.ılıı14 FELL IN LOVE WITH A GIRL

.lılı15 KILLING IN THE NAME

ıllı16 ABOUT A GIRL

.ılıı17 SEE YOU SOON

(click on each song to hear it)

scream babe, mean babe, guess who’s gonna cream babe! (pt. 4)

camgirl!vi x reader (pt 1, pt 2, pt 3)

content (18+): lots of smut, situationship, tribbing, sub!vi, brat!vi, dirty talk, begging, risky sex, sort foot fetish but i don’t wanna call it that 😭🙏, very faint angst, lots of fluff too!!! crushing & yearning, dbf!sevika feature, we get a bit of vi’s pov, cliffhanger at the end :p

𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. (𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞)

summary. | next chapter (tba). you're expecting—and ellie is sick in love. one thing inhibits her: she thinks it isn't requited.

reader discretion is advised. mdni. fluff. a punch of angst: one instance of abuse. mentions of previous. pregnant!reader. jackson!loser!ellie. damaged relationship with a man explicit (for the plot.) the pining creeps in. strangers to lovers (in the future). requited but assumed unrequited love. cheesy romance scenes. evident undertones of addiction: substance mention, cannabis, strained relationships (ellie and joel common occurence. reader and their scumbag bf too). a realistic motherhood. depression. apprehension. you get it. wc: 4.3k. series masterlist.

note.

based on this anon i got. shoutout to @serqphites fr. art in header creds to @nramv. thanks to @s-4pphics for proofreading this one for me! join the discord to see content such as this in creation.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 

It is the thought that stomachs you.

“Shit,” you curse and bite the mouth that does. Mindless thing. “He’s gonna murder you, damn idiot.”

men & minors dni

ꔫ PARING: childhood friends ellie x reader

ꔫ WOUDCOUNT: 1k

ꔫ WARNINGS: light touching and kisses

A/N: this is the last part, so sorry it took so long to post it. I had some family issues but everything is well now so ill be back to posting like normal<3

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HOUSE OF BALLOONS – the weekend ⌇stalker!ellie x fem!reader

warnings ⌇word count  2.9 SMUT, darker themes like stalking/manipulation (R is aware of/consents to the stalking, Ellie comes to realize this. Everything is consensual), egotistical reader, watched masturbation, mention of alcohol, top!ellie, bottom!reader, ellie is packing, strap in v (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), impact play (spanking), not proofread, THIS IS ALL PURELY FICTIONAL (I DO NOT CONDONE THIS)

Everywhere you went, it lingered.

 In the quiet moments, in the spaces you thought were your own. Walking through your apartment in nothing but your nightgown. Taking a sip of your drink at the park, letting the world fade around you. Chatting with a coworker just before you clock out. Running on the treadmill in the dim light of the gym. Shopping for clothes in the local boutiques. Everywhere.

Every sound you made, they caught.

 The rustle of sheets as you shifted in bed, restless in your sleep. The laughter shared over drinks with friends at a bar. The tired sigh that escaped after a long day. The songs you chose to fill the silence.

Every sound, every movement, every glance you cast—there, fitted in each corner of your world, you felt it. Them.