Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
I want to kiss someone who wants to touch me, who touches me deliberately, like theyāve been waiting to get their hands on me, like theyāve been fantasizing about it. Someone who knows exactly what they wantā¦ and takes their time showing me.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
LIKEEE the girl can obviously let obsession and anger consume her and she can be rather violent just twist that into love for a person typa thing?sighhh guess imma have to write it bc i have seen that nowhere.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
"You attract what you fear" ahhhh a tattooed stone butch that's a hot nerd, will treat me like a princess and wants a girlfriend always at her service who will listen to her for hours, how scary!!
need a butch to just... stare at. like how a house pet will stare at you from the doorway from another room. that's me and i am staring and plotting looking at you and your very lovely visage and you don't know what i am planning but i am planning Something... let me observe
I have an idea but if you don't like it you can discard it!
Maybe something like Ellie x reader where reader is a runner?
It's 3am and that's the only idea that came to my mind haha. Love your writing btw.
-š®
I Love You (Too)
ellie williams x runner reader
synopsis: it went too fast, you got bit; now sheās alone again.
zomās note: im so glad you like my writing, tysm! since there was no specifics, i wanted to branch out and write smthg angsty, bc why not. i lowkey feel badā¦ my shayla.
word count: abt 955
warnings: angst, death (ellie shoots reader), just pure sadness not gonna lie.
Love
noun
A deep feeling of adoration and affection. Complex and utterly fucked.
ā
God- It wasnāt supposed to make this turn, literally and figuratively. It was supposed to be a simple scoutā¦ in a foreign area. Red Flag. It was quiet, Green Flag? No infected, right? Fuck no. A major fucking fuck of fuckest nos. Open street, Green Flag, Housesā¦ Red Green Flag? It all happened way too fast. One minute you and Ellie were walking, chatting quietly, still alert, but not as sharp as you both should be.
First came one, round an abandoned truck. Then came anotherā¦ then anotherā¦ that alerted another. Then before you know it, A WHOLE DAMN LOT OF THEM. Two people against what felt like hundreds, constant moving, running, dodging, shooting, stabbing.
A means for survival, you had Ellieās back, Ellie had yours. Well for the most partā¦ Ellie split from you just for a second? A minuteā¦? Three or seven. It was a frenzy, her mind was running miles. Yours also in a panic until then last infected.
ā
She had an arm around you as support, holding your waist with the other. Both covered in grime and blood, that was hopefully not your own. With an effort you both managed to huddle inside a safe house, deemed that way by Ellieās check through. Green Flag. It's okay, everything was fine.
Until it wasnātā¦ thatās when Ellie noticed the copious amount of blood near your calf, running down your to your ankle like a fucking river, splitting into streams. Red Flag. Ellie damn near felt her knees buckle, immediately drawing your attention to where she blankly stared. You assured her it was nothing, before turning your leg fully to reveal the ripped fabric of your jeansā¦ a few scratches littering under the ripā¦ then a bite. No that was fucking obviousā¦
āOhā¦ā was all you could muster out, before glancing back at Ellie. She stood there, frightened as you tried to console the situation. She was gonna puke.
ā
That was almost a week ago. Maybe a week. Ellie couldn't be certainā¦ a few days definitely. You told her you werenāt going to let her see your certain demise. You both knew what was meant to happen. That was days ago, She didnāt let you. She saidā¦ sheād do it, so you two can savor each moment left. Red Flag.
āEllie, pull the damn triggerā, is what sheād tell herself.
She wouldnātā¦ not nowā¦ not on you.
So here we are, Ellie sitting outside the house you ultimately turned in, because she couldnāt do it. Reminds her of that couple that ran from Jackson some time ago. She understoodā¦ well related.
Life was a cruel mistress. The amount of times she held the pistol to you, your cordyceps infected brain not caring, body working on instinct. She knew you were goneā¦ but the moans and cries felt a little too human each time.
She grabbed her journal, scribbling in the worn book, scratching your faceā¦ a face that made her feel more saneā¦ especially after Santa Barbara. Or maybe she never was. She felt the same as she did on that goddamned beach.
Broken down, lost without him, or her... Or you. Alone again. No one. Just her mind. Cruel.
Did you feel alone in that head of yours too? Was sitting prisoner in your own body as your last bits of sanity where taken from you by a fucking fungus petrifying? Did Ellie being the last thing you could grasp mentality give you peaceā¦ or sadness?
It didnāt bring her peace thinking about it. She found it hard to even think about you without the fear in your eyes, a primal fear that sinks deep into your bones. You unknowingly clawed her down with you once you turned, or maybe it was the other way round. She knew it was fucked up, keeping you hereā¦ she knew it was wrong. It was selfish. You arenāt even you anymore, yet she still holds onto the thought of you. It's twisted. Itās sickā¦ itās the second time this has happened. One time too many. Melancholic.
She tossed the journal down next to her; thinking was too much. She couldnāt, her hands shook, her body trembled. In, out. Inhale, exhale, she reminded herself.
Standing, Ellie looked at the house behind her. Quietā¦ Red Flag. She wanted to hug you, play ignorant to the fact you got bittenā¦
She went inside, your reaction is always immediate and hostile. Could there be guilt lying somewhere in your brainā¦? Maybe she was personifying you too much, you werenāt human anymore. She watched you attempt and attempt to reach her, bound by some old rope she found in the garage of this stupid house. Inhale, Exhale. She grabbed her handgun, trying to tune out your screams and snarls, struggling.
She adored you, she tried to hold on to what she had of youā¦ she couldnāt. Red Flag. All she could grasp is your last words, before the day your mind wasnāt yours. The sobbing, and the denial.
āEllie, you know meeting you was amazingā¦
She steadied her hand.
ā¦I wish we could have had more time together, youāre so so special to meā¦
Ellie aimed towardsā¦ the runner? you.
ā¦ donāt worry too much, and please donāt lose yourselfā¦
Ellie fired ???
ā¦ I Love You, Ellie.ā
ā
She slung her backpack on her shoulders, walking outside. Her movementsā mechanical. Ellie crumpled, she sobbed. Alone, scared, tired. Her own type of infection clawed through her body. One that didnāt kill her, not physically. Dissociatedā¦ it all went too fast, yet too slow, like trudging through tar.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
