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[kitttenteeth]

what is ur love language?

Surgery

[ruruumin]

“it’s cute when you drool in your sleep.” 

rin snaps his head in your direction. all the thoughts in his brain had come to a screeching halt the moment your voice pierced through with another absurd comment. the look on his face is a mixture of surprise and confusion, with just a hint of curiosity. his water bottle is left suspended in his hand, just a few inches away from his lips. 

“out of all things, you think me drooling is cute?” he asks, rolling his eyes at you. his resumes to sipping from his water bottle. 

“you don’t think so?” 

he wipes the corner of his mouth. “it’s a bad habit from when i was a kid.” 

“but you look so cute back then,” you tease, holding up your phone with what looks to be a photographed version of himself as a child. his eyes widen immediately at the photo. “your mom sent me pictures from when you were in elementary school. i can’t believe my cute little rin rin used to break his toys and chew on his owl blanket.” 

humiliation burns on his cheeks. as much as he wants to take your phone in his hands and delete every single photo his mother sent you, he knew you had already engraved them into your memory. and now that these compromising pictures of him have been seen by you, theres no way you’ll let this go. 

“why are you texting my mom?”

you stick your tongue out at him.

“she gave it to me so we exchange photos of you now.” 

[satellitespinner]

canon ellie

[darling2411]

Guard Dog

Jason Todd x reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Shit, did she see him? 

He tried so hard to stay hidden. He just wants to keep her safe. 

From the moment he first met her, all Jason wanted was for her to be safe. And if he doesn't follow her himself, what better method to guarantee her safety?At least while he was around, he could monitor her and knew she was safe. And he isn't fooling anyone, he is always following her. 

She probably didn't even remember the day she changed his life, but Jason remembered it as if it had been yesterday. 

He went into the little corner market near his apartment building after one to many nights of hunting down criminals with his brother Dick who of course was being a dick and getting on his nerves. To say his mood was bad was an understatement. But that changed as soon  he saw her. When she smiled at him from behind the counter his world stopped spinning for a moment only to resolve again, but the focal point of his cosmos had changed courses from the sun to her. From the moment she looked up at him, smiled and greeted him with the sweetest voice he had ever heard, his world resolved around her. He made a promise to himself then that he wouldn't let the horrors of the outside world tarnish her. He would not let anything happen to her. She was a delicate flower- or so he thought- and he wouldn't let the world's cruelty take her softness away. 

Tonight is nothing different. He follows her like always, none of her friends offering to walk her home even though it is late at night. He scoffs at that. Jason sure as hell needs to have a little chat with one of her guy friends. After all they were walking in the same direction but the guy couldn't wait the half hour she stayed longer to finish her drink. The good thing is that he is here to look out for her, like he always is.The perfect guard dog and she doesn't even know she has him.Does Jason wish for her to be aware?  Hell yeah, he wants to get to know her but not through him following her around, but for her to tell him everything there is just because she can and chooses to share her story with him. He also really wants her to know Jason and who he is at his core, not just the vigilante.

Therefore it was only natural for him to get close, but maybe he got too close because she saw him and he wasn't ready for him to confront her yet or rather the other way around?

In any case, he needed to leave quickly and so he did. But he has the bad feeling that she saw who he is. Or accurately who his alter ego is. 

Hopefully she doesn't get herself in any danger now  just so she can get answers to the thousand of questions she sure as hell has. He knows her well enough now to be able to make that assessment.

Shit he really needed to either be more careful or come clean. But how the hell was he supposed to do that ?

[esouliie]

୧ 🍰‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ strawberry thief ୧ 🍰‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

Mornings in the suburbs were something of fiction. Being a city dweller your whole life, you’d only ever seen the morning light shrouded in shadows of buildings too large. Mornings now were full of gentle warmth cascading through opens window, casting a warm glow on your face. The symphony of birdsong and distant laughter of children heading to school had become the soundtrack of your new morning routine, a welcome departure from the urban cacophony you once knew.

You’d never appreciated morning such as this one since moving in with Wanda.

Everyday, she ensures you start your day right, with a small bowl of cereal accompanied by a generous serving of your favourite fruit – strawberries. She insists it's for your health, a gesture of love and concern that never fails to warm your heart, alongside a gentle reminder that your body is a temple and “you’re not gonna stay this young forever.”

But you’re not one to complain, you love strawberries. They are your favourite fruit after all. If you could eat only strawberries for the rest of your life, you would.

You can't help but smile at the memory as you reach for the cereal box, adding just a little extra cornflakes, knowing your girlfriend won’t be able to tell the difference.

A soft click resonates followed by the sound of the patio door closing, meaning Wanda’s back from watering her flowers, “Morning, dear.”

“Morning,” You reply, mouth half full of cereal goodness you had just added.

You notice a mischievous glint in her eye as she reaches across the table and steals a strawberry from your bowl. "Mine now," she teases, popping it into her mouth with a grin.

“Hey! Not my strawberries.” You protest, fingers cupping the bowl protectively. “Get your own!”

“Excuse you, I bought those strawberries.” She laughs as she reaches for another.

You playfully swat her hand away, but she's too quick, managing to grab another one before you can stop her.

“Thief…”You mumble under your breath but don’t move to take the bowl out of her reach.

She fake coos at you, rounding the large island to drop multiple kisses on your pouting lips. “Cheer up baby. There’s plenty more.”

You can’t help the smile breaking out from her affection, “You’re lucky you’re so cute in the morning.”

Wanda leans in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "And you're lucky you're mine," she whispers, her voice soft and full of love.

Soft lips press against your forehead before she moves away, with a few extra strawberries in her hand, and the most breathtaking smile on her face.

And you know what… you don’t mind sharing your breakfast with her. In fact, you don’t mind sharing anything with her, if it meant you’d get to see her smile like that everyday.

Even if it meant losing a few of your favourite strawberries.

[darlingofvalyria]

in hightower green— a masterlist.

The life and lies of the secondborn daughter of Viserys I, twin to Aegon Targaryen II, her rise to power and prominence, and her bountiful marriage to King Jacaerys Velaryon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.

For her crown, though no conqueror wore, was bathed in the shadows of the silent battles and wars she had won. For the Kingdom and for her lineage. Though she too wore many names, those that knew the stories— or the whispers — called her by others.

The Bastard Eater. The Kingmaker. The Spider Singer. The Emerald Fire.

+18 MDNI | Jacaerys Velaryon x Manipulative Targaryen!Reader, (Aegon's twin)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ please make note of the different TWs by each part ˊˎ˗ ↴

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : MAIN STORY (chronological order; you can technically read it them each as one shots) ::;˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

I. IN SCALES OF GREEN, DRESSED IN SEA | smut, angst = The honour-bound prince does not want you. Or so he tells himself.

II. IN CLOTH OF BLACK, BABE IN BLOOD | angst, smut = Through all your scheming— you had made a mistake. It is about to cost you everything.

III. IN BASTARDS OF BLUE, WAGER IN WAR | angst, smut PART ONE | PART TWO (coming soon) = When whispers of the dalliance of bastards reach your ears, your vengeance roars for Winterfell.

(cold feet)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ ADDENDUM STORIES ˊˎ˗ ↴🌸

COLD FEET | fluff | you talk your daughter down from her cold feet.

AU! | A DALLIANCE OF DRAGONS | smut, angst | after your husband betrays you, you turn to your uncle for help.

THE CHILDREN (& LEGACY)

FIC TAG MOODBOARDS | [ The Queen Consort & Gaelithox ]

Message to be added to the taglist!

[higshkt]

[misdeliria]

cowboy!katsuki x reader ? ? ? spicy spicy

—🧿 anon

goddamn anon, i don't prefer to post spicy content on this blog ( check my slut blog @migvelohara ) but i finna do it on here for the vine

blue divider for my slut blog ↘ 

cowboy!katsuki is rough and tough, and even though he's completely enamored by you, he can't help but be a little rough with you too

he has a bad habit of jumping you the second he returns from labor around the property

he's all sweaty, and the satisfaction from his productivity and the gorgeous view of you leaning over the stove with your ass sticking out is enough to make his cock harden in his dirty jeans

You hear his belt unbuckle before you notice he's in the room with you.

"You look delicious," he murmurs, pressing himself against your backside before you can turn around to greet him. His nose is nuzzling into the crook of your neck, brushing his lips against your skin and inhaling deeply.

"Bit early for a romp, isn't it?" You tease with a smile, reaching behind and combing your fingers into his hair.

"I'm having withdrawals," he grumbles, and you squeak when his massive hands squeeze your ass tight.

he loves missionary, drunk off of your tits bouncing in his face and feeling your legs lock around his waist to keep him deep inside of your sopping cunt

on the rare occasion, you're on top of him, and your juices dampen his blonde curls at the base of his cock, he almost nuts in your pussy when he feels you coating his balls as they slam up against your ass

his favorite position is reverse cowgirl (obvi) because when he gets impatient from your fatigue, he readjusts

Katsuki holds you upright with a hand over your mouth, muffling your throaty moans and satisfied gasps and restricting your breathing to your flaring nostrils.

He's snarling with pleasure like an animal as he bucks up into your cunt over and over and over again. There's not a lot of room for him to pull out, but he's so close to you that his cock hits your cervix with every quick rut.

Your ass is flush against his lower abdomen, like a perfect, smooth peach he wants to take a bite out of. Your arms reach back to dig your nails into whatever body part of his you manage to grasp onto.

"How's that big dick, baby?" He asks you with a smug, toothy grin that elicits a high-pitched moan, and your hot pussy walls clench tightly around his length. A broken gasp escapes his throat, and his eyes unfocus as they roll into the back of his head from the indulgence.

Katsuki's not ready to cum yet, so he holds you firmly by the hips as he forces himself deep and pinches at the fat of your ass. He twitches in your cunt as you weakly convulse and try to wiggle your ass against him.

"That's it. Push back against me," he murmurs, bucking his hips as you push yourself down on his cock. He pulls you back against his chest, moving his hand from your mouth to your throat, and he hears you pant, breathy moans. "It feels too good. Feels too fucking good."

"God, I love your cunt," he continues to blabber as he gets closer to his high but still tries to stave it off. "You gonna cum again, baby? Gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Oh, Katsuki," you whimper, head thrown back and eyes rolling around. He can feel you tighten more and more with every shallow thrust.

"You gonna cum with me?"

"Please, can I cum?" You say with a broken sob as Katsuki squeezes gently at your throat.

"Stop," he moans in disbelief because it's unreal how fortunate he is, as his hips slang against you on their own accord. "Are you gonna cum?"

"Can I?" You whine in desperation, and he almost chokes on his saliva.

"Cum for me," he demands, slamming into you harder and faster as he feels you gushing heavenly fluids.

He growls deeply as he finishes inside of you, continuing his long strokes until he can see his cum painting the lips of your pussy.

Katsuki pulls out with a quick swat to your ass, leaning down to bite harshly into your fat cheeks. He snickers like a boy when you squeal, jumping away from him as your body twitches from your intense orgasm.

a/n: lol did i correctly answer this submission? kinda just rolled with it lmfao

[goldfades]

🎊 Luke Hughes x zegras sister?!

600 follower celly!

luke def calls everyone around him short LMAO

underneath the soft glow of fairy lights of your living room, you and luke found yourselves nestled on the couch, surrounded by the warmth of laughter and the promise of lazy sunday afternoons. his fingers traced lazy circles on your hand as you both watched "the office", the room filled with the sweet scent of popcorn. it was a tradition to watch "the office" every sunday to help get ready for the new week. it's your favorite day of the week, now.

"you're the perfect size to cuddle, i swear," Luke chuckled, pulling you closer into his embrace. you nestled into the crook of his arm, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

You glanced up at him, a playful smirk on your lips. "perfect size, huh? is that your subtle way of calling me short?"

he grinned, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "no, no, I mean it as a compliment. you fit just right, like you were made for cuddling." you knew that he did, indeed, mean to call you "short." it was his favorite insult to throw because he was the beanstalk he was.

you couldn't help but laugh, the sound a melody that filled the room. "well, i guess that makes you the perfect cuddle partner too."

luke pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "that's what i like to hear."

masterlist

[alfaire]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤʚㅤㅤ🎧🩰ㅤㅤ୨ ﹫ 𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽

[give-me-your-heart]

ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴏғғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ

: ̗̀➛ it's a me, sunnie★ feel free to give me a nickname of your own<3 i am singaporean. i use she/her and am a minor, so don't be a creep. my birthday is december 30th, making me a capricorn. my mbti is infp-t.

: ̗̀➛ i kin vil schoenheit, azul ashengrotto (twisted wonderland), akane kurokawa (oshi no ko), zac the sunrise (beyblade burst), momo kisaragi (kagerou project) and kiyama hiroto (inazuma eleven)

: ̗̀➛ i am a huge enjoyer of noboru kodo(buddyfight), riddle rosehearts, silver vanrouge and jade leech(twisted wonderland), nene kusanagi (project sekai), hiura kirina (inazuma eleven ares), kazemaru ichirouta (inazuma eleven), matangi (moana 2), jet (hsmtmts) and seto kousuke (kagerou project)

ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴘᴀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟʏ

: ̗̀➛ i like to create banners, dividers and icons for fun. my editing blog, @/sunniesque is currently open to three requests in the inbox at a time. my blog layout is by me.

: ̗̀➛ on this blog, i will post edits, drawings, covers and poems. for fanfiction, please head to my writing blog @/cupidsstudio

: ̗̀➛ i will try to keep this blog as swear free as possible.

ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sʜᴏᴡ 'ᴇᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ

: ̗̀➛ i am in many fandoms, but this blog will mainly consist of project sekai, the riordanverse, oshi no ko, twisted wonderland, kagerou project, inazuma eleven, beyblade burst, hsmtmts and buddyfight.

: ̗̀➛ i also have a lot of ocs. too many to list. for content related to my project sekai oc idol group, please check the #☁️ dream♪st★r ☁️ tag.

: ̗̀➛ i listen to lots of artists, but my current main ones are jin, mad tsai and six the musical.

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ

: ̗̀➛ my other interests and hobbies are ducks, winter, cheese , candy, astronomy and making silly slideshows about my silly interests.

: ̗̀➛ feel free to tag me in as many chains as you'd like, though i won't always respond, especially if i've already been tagged in it several times.

: ̗̀➛ my dms and inbox are always open if you need it, but please give a heads up first. also, my tumblr messages aren't the fastest or the best, so apologies if i take a while to respond.

ɪ'ʟʟ ᴅʀᴜᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ �� ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

: ̗̀➛ my strawpage is always open for you to do/nf. my pronouns page has my other social medias too, such as pinterest, c.ai and wattpad. i am also snoozze on ao3.

: ̗̀➛ some of my favourite songs currently are idol (yoasobi), pop in 2 (oshi no ko), all you wanna do (samantha pauly), ira ira shiteiru (jin), diamond city lights (lazulight), SHADE (claude clawmarke&alban knox), jazz on the clock (luxiem), get lost (moana 2) and boys beware (mad tsai). i am also a big fan of vocaloid, especially the kagerou project songs.

ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ, sᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴇʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ

: ̗̀➛ if you'd like to be mutuals, feel free to send an ask and hmu!!

: ̗̀➛ i am a child of apollo, and i enjoy creating dance covers in my spare time. i also play the violin. i am a huge multishipper as well. i aspire to be an actress and love to read. i'm in the roleplay community for project sekai, the riordanverse and twisted wonderland as well, though i'm pretty inactive.

: ̗̀➛ i do not have any dni crit, but i will block you if you and/or your blog makes me uncomfortable. otherwise, i will mostly just not interact. i try to stay neutral in drama, but if you send hate, especially on anon, to a friend, i will be there in the reblogs with a verbal turret of insults and comebacks.

ɢᴏ, ɢᴏ, ɢᴏ, ɢᴏ ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ

[kitttenteeth]

have you seen the tongue ring that’s just a little pill? I have one and it’s my very favorite

Mhm^-^ i have a pink version of it saved on my etsy I would like 2 get that eventually for sure …… is it uncomfy to wear ?I also need to buy a longer sized bar 4my heart shaped pawprint one Bcus it is rly uncomfortable to eat with :T

[ruruumin]

“ah, you got into another fight? really, rin?” carefully wiping the blood from his nose, you shake your head in disappointment, “you can’t be doing this. it’s a bad habit.” 

this invokes a scoff from him, “shit for brains had it coming though.” was shit for brains a new nickname for shidou? this man never ceases to impress you with his genius. 

sighing, you pat the side of rin’s cheek with a cotton swab, soaking up the rest of the blood. you suppose it was wishful thinking that the two of them could get along just for one game. you had even asked him to play nicely this time around. shidou was kind enough to at least reassure you that he won’t do anything (unless a certain someone makes the first move), but trying to convince rin was like talking to a rock sometimes. 

every time the ball flies out of someones foot, these guys are the first to scramble for it. it’s definitely a dog-eat-dog world out there. 

“what are you going to do when he cracks your nose and it heals sideways? you’ll lose your pretty looks.” 

“so what? i’ll still be able to play football.” 

“yeah well your lover over here sure doesn’t appreciate you coming home with a busted nose and bruised forehead.” flicking the top of his head, he roll his eyes, your words going in one ear and out the other rather quickly, “if you come home from another fight looking this bad, you’ll end up sleeping on the couch until your face heals.”

“…and don’t even ask for kisses.” 

now that catches his attention.

the next time he comes home, his face certainly wasn’t bruised but his knuckles have long turned purple and blue. it seems like he took your threat quite seriously. promising not to kiss him was definitely the final straw that broke the camel’s back for him. he adores any sort of attention he can get from you and would rather die than have shidou out of all people take that away from him. even if he is the one at fault for starting majority of the fights.

[satellitespinner]

⁺₊❆⋆ ୨⎯ merry christmas, im not yours at all. merry christmas, please dont call. ⎯୧ ⁺₊❆⋆

pairings: ex!ellie x ex!oc/reader

synopsis: an involuntary trip back to your hometown brings back unwanted memories of the girl who broke your heart years before. when youre met with her unexpectedly, you have to decide wether or not to pursue her, or give her a taste of her own medicine. or maybe both.

wc: 6.7k (SMUT; ellie eats pussy then yall ✂️✂️.. angst, cheating, crying, slight comfort but no happy ending, reader is an offputting bitch who cries alot. joel and DINA mention!!!!!! the words and and you are used alot.. oc is shorter than ellie & has hair.)

MERRY CHRISTMAS DYKES IN MY PHONEEE !!! ilysm! im so excited to post this holy fucking shit shyt. interact i beg u. reblogs and comments are encouraged i loveee talking to you guys sm!!! 🫵🏼 come ttm and ill talk back! heavily inspired by my twin @coeurify !! i suggest you go read ttds 1 before reading this!

Christmas of freshman year Ellie bought you a bouquet of red and yellow flowers, you cried.

Christmas of sophomore year she burned you a cd with your shared playlist on it. She titled it ‘our songs” and you cried.

The next year she wrote you a song, it was truly beautiful. it made you cry.

Christmas of senior year was different. That year, your parents decided to use the break to visit universities and then stay at a nearby family member's house for the holiday. Before you left Ellie managed to gift you a shiny heart pendant with her initial carved onto the front and a picture of you two glued to the inside. you cried, hugged her, and told her you loved her.

The Christmas before you left for university Ellie broke up with you. This was the hardest you cried in five years.

So much for a Merry Christmas.

That was two years ago. you haven’t been back to your hometown since then, simply because you knew you couldn’t bear to face her. Going back to Jackson meant running into Ellie, and you weren’t ready for that.

until now, apparently.

your dearest mother had called you and told you that if you didn’t come back this year all your shit was going to the goodwill. Maybe Ellie wasn’t the only reason you avoided your hometown.

So here you were, driving the sickly long drive to the closest place to hell on earth. you had to stop four times because your tears were blurring your vision. when you were finally met with the “Welcome to Jackson” sign, you threw up in your mouth. your driveway mocked you as you sat in your car attempting to collect yourself. you contemplated turning around, driving back to campus and telling your mom to burn your stuff for all you care. But, you didn’t. it was late and you needed sleep. so you pulled your keys out of the ignition, grabbed your belongings and made your way to the front door. your parents greeted you with tights hugs and uncomfortable small talk.

“How’s school, sweetheart?” your mom asked, your dad sneaking off to bring your bags to your old bedroom. “its school.” you kept you answers curt. not trying to engage in useless conversation at this hour. your mom picked up on your exhaustion and excused you with a tight lipped smile. the second you entered your room you regretted the entire trip. she was everywhere. pictures of you kissing on your dresser, her hoodies in your closet and of course, her initial still around your neck, above your heart.

you walked around the room, your cheeks already wet with tears. you picked up a photo that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw out when it ended. it was you and ellie snuggled up on dina’s couch, taken by her of course. you both looked so peaceful. the photo began to blur as the tears really started to fall. your legs gave out underneath you, causing you to fall against the wall. it was like a scene from a movie, a pathetic one at that.

You couldn’t remember exactly when you had fallen asleep, but it was late. you woke up in a fetal position on the floor, with an old picture of you and Ellie held tightly to your chest. your poor back..

the morning was still, your parents were still sleeping when you woke up, something you were very much grateful for considering the amount of questions you knew were to come your way when they did finally wake up. you set the picture back in its place hesitantly.

the lower level of your house was cold, the cold floors hitting your feet woke you up as you made your way to the kitchen. almost immediately upon arrival you decided that your mothers coffee brand wouldn’t do. she always bought the gross nutmeg flavoured creamer.

coffee shop in town it is!

you always hated ben’s, the coffee was mediocre at best and priced at a whopping seven dollars, but it would suffice for today. at least until you could get to the grocery store. the walk was short, thank god. you grabbed your jacket and scarf from the hook and made your way out the door. you were surprised, but relieved that you hadn’t had the misfortune of running into anyone you used to know.

The cafe had a welcoming atmosphere that you knew all too well, yet grew to despise. you ended up hating most parts of this town, the tight knit community, the overpriced coffee, everything. then you left. in your final days of staying in jackson, it was like you were gasping for air. then finally after you had gone to university, you could breathe again.

“Is that who I think it is?!” the cashier beamed from their place behind the counter. you could recognize that voice anywhere. the voice of riley abel, a girl you had gone to school with. she was voted most likely to move far away after grad, how ironic.

‘Hey, riley. how are you?” you asked as you walked up to the counter, trying your absolute best to sound interested. you zoned out as she rambled on about her life.

you picked at your fingernails while she spoke, her voice a distant muffle. you didn’t want to be rude and tell her to shut up, but damn this girl couldn’t talk.

“Anyways, how are you? I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!” she smiled and you couldn’t meet her eyes. “I’m doing fine.” she took your awkward answer as a hint and switched the subject. small talk should be banned.

“So what can i get for you?” she asks, typing away at the ipad on the counter. you contemplated for a moment before answering. you skimmed the menu for the cheapest option that didn’t taste like shit.

“I’ll get a medium french vanilla, please.” you grab your phone from your pocket, opting for apple pay instead of cash. she gives you a small, forced smile. “your total is eight dollars and twenty-five cents. cash or card?” your eyes widen at the price. “card, please.” she nods and passes you the pin pad. you gently tap your phone on the top of it as she begins to make your coffee.

A few minutes pass before riley calls you back up to the counter. she handed you a small cup with your name written on the side, along with a small smiley face. you thanked her and smiled at her small act of kindness.

your walk home is longer, many of the places you used to frequent, bustling with people that you could recognize by face. you almost stopped a few times, pausing and staring into oblivion. you never had the guts to actually enter though.

when you arrived back home you parents were sitting around the dining table, your dad, fairly engaged in the newspaper greets you with a smile. your mother doesnt look up from her phone until you speak. “Saw riley at bennys.” she hums and looks you up and down, it was like no matter where you went there was some weird tension in the air.

“You couldn’t have made coffee at home?” she snarks, tipping her glasses off her nose. “Just wanted some fresh air.” you reply nervously, not wanting to be fighting with her already. clearly your attempts worked because she stopped there. you swallowed the lump in your throat and retreated to your room.

you weren't sure what you were going to occupy yourself for these two weeks, packing up all the shit you wanted wouldn't take more than a few hours. you contemplated just taking your belongings and going back but you knew your mom would disapprove with that idea.

you decided that the most worthwhile decision for now would be to resume your place in a current book you were reading, a silly romcom you were gifted by your roommate before you came home. at least until your mother asked you to help her bake some cookies, or run to target for some last minute christmas gifts.

six chapters in and you were finally starting to get into it when you get a text. a text from Dina, a close highschool friend. you tried to stay in contact after you left, but the relationship fizzled out into short happy birthdays, and merry christmases.

D-Dawg💘

Hey! i heard from riley that you're back for break, we all miss you.

You laugh at the corny name you assigned to her contact in high school, the name had blossomed after a drunk comment from jesse, comparing her to a dog simply because of her big brown eyes.

D-Dawg💘

were having a little get together tonight, if you’re up to it you should come by. you're always welcome.

you decided to ignore the message for now, you weren't really up for the whole forced small talk that came with seeing all your old friends again. as far as you knew they were all still hanging out, everyday, without you. instead you decided to resume your place in your book, hoping to find some sort of entertainment in it.

you’re in the middle of chapter twelve of your book, Wes and Liz had just gotten into an accident in the rain when your mom calls you down stairs. you trot down the stairs, phone in hand. when you arrive, you stick on the last step, the wooden floors still cold. you're greeted with your mother in her signature bird print apron.

“Did you wanna help me with the baking, or were you just gonna sulk in your room all break?” she asks. you clear your throat and step down the last step. you shove your phone into your hoodie pocket, “Yeah ill help, i’d love to.”

“Babe, get your damn fingers outa the cookie dough!” ellie laughs as she grabs your wrist, pulling you out of the batter. you had forced her into baking with you after you saw a stupid couples tiktok. “Relax, its just us eating them anyway.” you defend, you even noticed your precious girlfriend sneaking chocolate chips from the bowl once in a while.

“Yeah, well i don't play about my christmas cookies.” she puts her hands on her hips and glares at you jokingly. you giggle at her actions. “We can tell, fatty.” you joke, her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “What did you just say!?” her slack jaw turning into a toothy smile quickly.

“Nothin’ i didn't say nothin’” you laugh and turn back to shaping the cookies. she steps closer to you and places her hands on either sides of your hips. “Well, thats weird. cause’ I definitely heard something.” she starts moving her fingers in slow circles over your pj pants, her lips meeting your neck slowly.

“hell, ellie. why are you the horniest woman on the planet.” you drop your final cookie onto the tray and turn around to face her, her hands now moving to the sides of your face. “Not my fault I have the prettiest girlfriend ever.” she states, matter of factly. her lips now kissing your own, causing you to smile against her. you move your hands to the back of her neck, slowly twirling with the back of her hair. you both giggle against each others lips, “I love you” you whispered against her. “i love you too, baby.”

the soft moment was interrupted by the oven beeping, signaling it was time to finally bake the cookies. she pulls her hands off of your hips and reaches for the pan, nodding at you to open the oven. “Careful, don't burn yourself.” you open the oven door enough for her to slip the tray in without accidentally knocking her hand against the wall and giving herself third degree burns (again)

you both high five once the cookies were in the oven baking. “i think we make a pretty good team!” you say as you turn the tap on to wash the dough off your hands. “Hell yeah we do, baby!” ellie shouts, smacking your ass. you laugh loudly at her antics. “Ouch ellie!” you cry, pulling a towel off the counter to dry off your hands. she rolls her eyes at your exaggeration.

“Sorry, babe. want me to kiss it better?”

“Will you shut up?”

Baking cookies with your mother was a stressful, if not brutal experience. she was a bossy, nitpicky perfectionist. it was like you could never do anything right with her, everything had to be 100% perfect. she would argue that you weren't trying or you didn't care, but you did. if anything you cared too much.

“I told you to do it like this! not whatever you're doing.” she scolded and nearly ripped the bowl from your hands, demonstrating how she really wanted it done. you throw your hands in the air, “I am, fuck!” you whisper yelled in frustration. your mother abruptly dropped the bowl onto the counter. “Don't you swear at me!” she pointed her pointer finger in your face.

“Oh my god.” you mumbled under your breath. you brought two of your fingers to your temples and squeezed tightly, trying to calm yourself down. “What is your problem?!” your mother crossed her arms as she yelled. “I cant fucking- I cant do this! this is exhausting!” you quickly untied your apron and tossed it on the counter. throwing yourself up the stairs. your mother followed behind you.

“If I'm so exhausting then why don't you pack your shit and get out of my house, huh?!” she shouted, grabbing onto your arm, you pulled it away from her. “Because! you asked me to come! i thought we could've had a normal christmas for once!” by now you had salty tear drops racing down your cheeks, it wasn't pretty.

“well i shouldn't have. so that was my mistake.” she stops on the stairs when she says this. your heart stops for a moment when she says this. the tears come harder when you slam your door shut and lock it.

right now you felt like you were a teenager again, petty arguments with your mom is when you needed ellie the most, you would hop out your window and run to her house. she welcomed you with open arms and told you how much she loved you. she would hold you for hours and whisper praises into your ears while you cried.

But right now, at this moment you couldn't do that, because there was no more ellie.

After scream sobbing into your pillow like an angry child, you fell asleep.

you woke up with a throbbing headache and the need for water. you also woke up to a few unread messages from a few of your friends from highschool.

Jesseee

Hey, r u coming tn? dina said she invited u but u didn’t answer. We miss U

smartass (derogatory)

hi its abby! heard ur in town

smartass (derogatory)

we should hangout before you leave!

you sighed and glanced up at the time. 8:04pm. you had two options, go pack to sleep, or stay up and wallow in self pity. or-

D-Dawg💘

were having a little get together tonight, if you’re up to it you should come by. you're always welcome

hii dina, i’d love to see you! what time does it start? :)

D-Dawg💘

8! didnt think u were gonna reply! but def come by!

her reply came fairly quick. you glanced up at the time on your phone, 6;00. you could work with that. two hours to make sure you look good, just in case you see.. she who shall not be named. you pulled your suitcase out from under your bed. you rummaged for a few minutes until you were met with the one dress you brought with you because you knew your parents had some stupid family dinner planned for christmas day. the dress was modest, classy but not too fancy. next was your makeup makeup bag. you decided to keep your makeup simple too, so you looked good, but not like you were trying to look good.

you brought your makeup bag to the bathroom and started the shower. you usually tried to be quick with your showers considering you were using the only bathroom in the house. you let the warm water hit the back of your neck. for a while, you just sat. sat and stared at the wall. the longer you did this though, the higher your anxieties got. finally, after your neck started to burn from the water, you got on with your business, scrubbing your skin raw and washing your hair as quick as you could. you might be a little late..

after an hour and four almost-breakdowns you had gotten your hair to cooperate. you knew your makeup wouldn’t take long to get done so you before you started you checked your phone. no new notifications from anyone except dina, a simple follow up text of “it will be fun, i promise.” you debated asking her to confirm your fears of ellie’s attendance. maybe knowing would calm you just a bit.

Is she gonna be there?

please be honest.

D-Dawg 💘

she was invited, im not sure if she’ll show up though.

D-Dawg💘

Please don’t stress over this though. its been so long.

im aware, but its still scary

plus you’re all still friends. im not really part of

that anymore.

D-Dawg💘

maybe you guys could talk about it?

i can’t do that. you know i can’t

i will literally die.

likr

my life will end.

D-Dawg💘

sighs loudly…..

fine. but if she comes you

aren’t irish goodbying out my back door.

…

MAYBE.

see u soon -_-

you turned up your music and then shut off your phone, leaving it face down on the counter as you began your makeup. you gently hummed along with the lyrics as the soft brushes worked over your skin. the delicate touches reminding you of ellie’s gentle fingers tracing soft shapes into your cheeks as you slept in her arms. she was never scared to hold you, to tightly pull you into her body and keep you warm.

by the time you had finished your makeup and wiggled into your dress, it was 7:45. the drive to dinas wasn’t long and you didn't want to get there early and be left to awkwardly wait around for everyone else to arrive. so you decided to scroll on your phone to pass the time.

at 8:12 you pulled into dina’s driveway and immediately noticed the differences in her home. the christmas decorations were no longer over the top, and the driveway was shoveled neatly. dina had told you to just let yourself in when you arrived. your hand shook with anxiety as you reached the doorknob. you took one last deep breath and entered the house.

“Bitch, you’re unseasoned chicken.” are the first words you hear as you shut dinas door. you easily recognize jesses voice, throwing insults at abby over a heated card game.

“yikes.” you say, heads turn in your direction. you awkwardly laugh at the group reaction. “I told you she was coming, you dummies.” Dina shouted, her voice booming from the kitchen as she walked over to you, pulling you into a firm embrace.

you scanned the room for any sign of ellie. well, there were many things that could be considered signs of ellie around the house. like the homemade ornaments on dina’s tree. you had all had a sleepover one night in sophomore year and decided to create little hand painted ornaments for fun. ellie’s was a painting of the four of you as stick figures, yours and ellie’s had a big red heart painted over the top of their heads.

the memories flooded in as you stared down the tree, to anyone else this probably would’ve looked really weird, but your friends new. jesses voice interrupts your thoughts, you tore your eyes from the tree to look at him.

“she hasn’t shown up yet.”

and she never did.

Ellies absence didn't make the night any better, however. you hoped it would but it didn't. you were still bombarded with questions that you weren’t quite sure how to answer. dina had probably asked you about a thousand times to just talk to her! but you refused. you were not about to start up a conversation with your ex like nothing had happened between you two. especially when it was her shitty actions, not yours.

you didn't regret going but by the time it was time for you to leave you were happy to do so, your friends bargained with you to stay the night like the rest of them but you politely declined. you did promise to see then all properly before you headed back to campus, though. stating that a proper hangout was long overdue.

after you had said your goodbyes dina had offered to walk you out to your car, you told her you would be fine but she persisted.

“So, ellie texted me.” she slowed to a stop with her arms crossed. you sighed and turned around to face her, leaning your body against your car. “Do i even wanna know?” you roll your eyes. dina steps closer to you, joining you against the hood of your car. dina chuckles, trying to recall ellie’s exact words. “said she wanted to talk, she sounded apologetic” she looks up at you. scanning your face for any emotions.

“Dina-“

“Please, just listen.” she interrupts, “i miss my best friends, everyone misses you guys. nothings been the same since.” her voice going from firm and loud, to a shaky whisper. you sighed.

“I know, D. this is hard for me too. you’d think it would've gotten easier to be here, in this town but its not. i feel like i can’t breathe.” dina nods in understanding. you softly sniffle, the cold air makes your face tighten. the both of you stay silent for a while. dina knew there was more to be said, but she didn’t want to push you.

“I’m sorry.” dina looks back up at your face, her voice now held a panicked tone. you close your eyes, throwing up your hand in a worn out manner, “It’s fine-

“But its not! you’re my best fucking friend. and even though it felt like shit when you just- up and ghosted us, i understand why.” she she paused for a moment, moving her body from beside you to standing in front of you, mirroring you. “And i understand if you never wanna see ellie again, but i missed you so bad, so fucking bad.” at this point shes crying, fat tears run down her cheeks. you coo and bring her into your arms.

”oh dina, if anything i should be the one apologizing.” the shorter woman sobs into your shoulder. you both cried into each other like a cheesy soap opera. this was the one thing you missed about being in jackson. “i missed you so much”

The sound of your doorbell reverberated across your house, ���ill get it!” you ran so fast to the door that you had tripped over your own feet a few times. you opened the door to reveal ellie and joel behind it. a small smile growing on her face when it was in fact you who opened the door and not your mother.

“You look pretty” she says as she walks in,you thank her with a small kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas!” you greet joel quickly before he retreats to the kitchen, probably to drink wine and gossip with your parents. “I like your sweater.” you look her up and down, gesturing to the wool sweater that adorned her figure.

“Oh thanks, My girlfriend got it for me!” she says sarcastically, you roll your eyes at her stupid joke. “Yeah, I know.” you grab her by the wrist and tug her up the stairs to your bedroom. you shuffled her into your room and quickly shut the door behind you.

“Would you care to see your gift?” you asked, in a pretend seductive voice. she nodded persistently and shot you a toothy grin. “Perfect!” you clap your hands together and open up your closet, retrieving a small red box with a big green ribbon wrapped around the top.

you couldn’t contain your excitement when you handed her the gift, your body was seen to be vibrating in its place. “C’mon, ellie! openitopenitopeni-“ you ramble, basically throwing the box at her. “Okay! Okay! Slow down, babe.” you both sit down on the bed, you place your arms on her shoulders. at this point you were seething in excitement.

“Holy fuck.. you didnt.” her eyes practically shoot out of her head, staring at the object in the box, a white envelope sticking out from underneath. she turns to you shocked.

“How did you even-” she grabs the walkman and few tapes out of the box. you shrug, “Antique stores are great places.” she puts the cassette into the device, the one that you were able to get your dad to burn your playlist into. the others being the smashing pumpkins and nirvana.

“Do you love it?” she doesnt answer, instead throwing herself onto you, holding you tightly. holding fistfuls of your sweater, your wrap your arms around her and kiss her forehead. “I knew you would!”

after fiddling with the foreign object for a few minutes ellie figures out how to turn it on and off, she passes you one of the wired headphones and slips the other into her own ear. The polices ‘Every breath you take’ begins playing into your singular headphone. ellie added it to your joined playlist because she swears its the song that plays every time she looks at you. How corny.

You two sit for a few moments, just listening to the lyrics.

I’ll be watching you

(every breath you take)

(every move you make)

you suddenly feel her looking at you, you turn your head to meet her gaze. her eyes were practically hearts, she looked so smitten. you smile at her and lay your head completely onto the bed and ellie sits up, careful to not disconnect the headphones from your ears. “what’re you doing?” you asked in a hushed tone. she shakes her head, “Just looking at you.” her face shifts from soft admiration to something different. then suddenly, her lips are slotted in between your own.

(every single day)

(every word you say)

she gently rubs her hand up and down your side as she moves her lips against yours, your hand making its way to the side of her face. you sighed into her mouth and gently moved your arm around to the back of her neck. your legs tangled together effortlessly when she pulls away from you. “I love you.” she whispers, you look up at her, your faces almost touching. “I love you too.” you almost moan when she dips her head back down to continue kissing you.

I’ll be watching you

That Christmas ended up being the night that you took each others virginity and tried to hide it from your nosy parents, who of course, noticed right away but didn't say anything.

Your mother and father left early in the morning to go see some of your extended family, you planned to go meet them later in the day so for now you were left by yourself to wait. you anxiety was high, but the hard part was almost over. after your dinner with your family you could shove all your things into your trunk and leave. you'd be back in the comfort of your apartment before December 26th.

For most of the afternoon you found yourself lazing around, watching movies that you've seen a thousand times before. you sigh to yourself, glancing over at the clock which reads 5:00. you decide to start getting ready.

you had just finished your makeup, your hair still tied up and your body clad in pajama when the doorbell rings. How strange you thought to yourself. who could possibly be showing up for your parents at 5pm on christmas day.

“I’m coming!” you shouted from the stairs, feet quickly moving down the steps. you probably should’ve looked through the peephole before ripping the door open because to your unpleasant surprise you were met with-

“Ellie?” your eyes widen at the sight before you. your ex girlfriend was outside your door with a bouquet of flowers and tears in her eyes.

“Hi- Hey.” she looks just as surprised as you. her green eyes wider than ever. she looked different, her usually half up, half down was now cut into a thinner mullet like haircut. you had tried avoiding any news of ellie since you moved, so her look was entirely new to you.

“What the fuck are you doing here.” you asked, your voice harsh but quiet. she looks at you in disbelief, “I- Dina told me to come see you.” she whispers. Of course she did.

“Why, Ellie.” you pause, crossing your arms. “I haven't spoken to you in almost three years, and now you're outside my door. Why?” she now looks disappointed with your reaction. she had partially hoped that you would throw yourself into her arms and tell her you missed her. but she knew that would never be.

“I messed up,” she looks down at her shoes, you clearly weren't having her half asses words. you sigh loudly. before you could shoo her away dhe interrupts you.

“I did you so dirty, and- i cant forgive myself for it. but youre the only person i've ever loved, truly.” she pleads with you unbeknownst to you, as your eyes stayed glued to the ground. “Would you please look at me-”

“I don't owe you anything ellie.” you snap, you did fulfill her request however, your eyes meeting her frantic ones. “i dont have to accept your stupid apology, why the fuck would i, ellie? what you did- what you did was so wrong. and i should hate you for it.” you slowly step out of the house, your angry pointer finger meeting her chest. tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“and im sorry, im so fucking sorry, baby. i couldn't even live with myself after what happened.” her final words making the tears finally start to stream down your face. you hadn't expected her to admit that, especially not with you practically beating your fist into her chest. but she did.

she notices your tears and grabs you by your face, she holds you as your legs buckle beneath you, something she didn't do years prior on this exact day. something she shouldn't have had to do. “Im sorry.” she whispered into your hair. her flowers now long discarded, and you crying into her arms on your parents front porch.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Ellie?” you cried, your body tensing up after her heartbreaking confession, you peered at her through wet eyelashes. and she couldn't even look at you.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered, fingers fiddling with the rings adorning her hands, the hands that held you whenever you cried, the hands that had made you see heaven just nights prior.

“You're breaking up with me cause why? ellie. im still confused as to what the fuck is happening right now.” your expression is one of incredulity.

“baby, don't do this.” your eyes widen, you couldnt fucking believe her. “Do not baby me, ellie. you’re fucking breaking up with me right now because what? did you fuck her?” her head shoots up from her lap, her bottom lip wabbling between her teeth.

“No! i- we didn't, i would never-” you scoff, rolling your eyes at her actions. trying desperately to hide the fact that she had just broke your heart into a million pieces. “Do you love her?” you ask quietly, the question you had been avoiding since the beginning in fear of its answer.

“I dunno. i just-”

“youre breaking up with me to be with her ellie so you better know if you fuckin’ love her or not.” you spit, your words harsh, but in reality you were about to have a full blown panic attack.

“I do.” she admits. and suddenly your whole world comes crashing down, four years you had wasted just for her to leave you for a girl she met two weeks ago.

your tears became heavy and all of a sudden it was hard to breathe. your vision quickly blurred, your hands shook as you lifted your glass to your lips. and your headache was hard to deny, you needed to lay down.

Your ears rung, ellie still trying to justify her unlawful acts. all you could really hear were clusters of “im sorry, Not your fault-” you sobbed uncontrollably.

Fuck you, Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-

“are you two ready for your menus yet?” the waitress had came out of nowhere, a sweet girl who clearly had accidentally walked in to something she couldn't just ignore.

ellie kept her head down and you made eye contact with the waitress Ruth her name tag read, “No, actually. we’re done here. Well- I am. she might be waiting for someone else.” you point at ellie, and her head raises. you quickly stand up and begin to quickly shuffle your belongings into your purse.

you wished she at least had the decency to do this in the comfort of your own home, where you could kick her out if need be, but now the entire restaurant was watching as you ran out the door with snot dripping down your nose and mascara running from your eyes to your chest. You tuned out her inescapable voice and walked all the way home.

After a long, exhausting five minutes, ellie convinced you to let her take you inside and clean you up. she wiped the mascara off of your under eyes and kissed your forehead.

“Thanks.” you muttered. “Don't mention it.” she smiled, she placed the flowers on the counter beside where you sat. you examined them, a beautiful bouquet of red and yellow flowers, like the ones she had gotten you your first christmas together. you smile at the thought. remembering your innocent love.

“what are you smiling about? hm?” she asks, you look up at her, “just thinking, about us.” she inhales a sharp breath at that. “what could've been.” you finish, reaching for the flowers, holding them in your lap.

she walks over to you, your knees now touching the front of her jean thighs thighs. “or.. what can be?” she looks down at you, an overly hopeful look on her face.

“Ellie,” you sigh, you seemed to be doing that a lot today. “I cant just let you back in like that. i mean- when did you and Cat even break up?”

“last year, october.” you nod, swallowing whatever was in your throat. “i see.” the room filling with a heavy tension. your intense eye contact has you shifting on the counter.

“Will you kiss me?” you whisper, what the fuck were you doing? she opens her mouth slightly, before grabbing you by your waist. kissing you softly, before she realized what you wanted. you moaned at the contact, and she kissed you harder.

“fuck, okay, okayokay.” she stops for a moment, you look at her confused. “are you sure you wanna do this right now?.” you nod, profusely.

she moves her hands under your shirt, quickly lifting it off your body. “No bra?” she smirks, you roll your eyes. and reach for her own T-Shirt. you slipped it off with ease, unknowingly biting your lip at the sight before you.

she grabs you again, slotting her lips between your own, you wrap your legs around her waist.

“your room?” she whispers against you, “couch.” you confirm. Ellie drops you onto the cushions, you grab at your sweats, quickly lifting your hips to get them off. ellie, preoccupied with taking her own pants off.

“fuck, you’re beautiful.” she positions her body against yours, her lips trailing from behind your esr, all the way down to your lower stomach. small praises leaving your lips at her wet kisses.

she begins to move her lips towards your clit, sticking her tongue out and licking a dtrip over your underwear. “Ellie, please.” you whimper, hips bucking up into her face. she looks up at you and begins to slip your underwear off your body.

“Fuck, youre so wet.” she observed, moving her finger to play in between your folds. you eagerly bite your lip, her face admiring you from her position between your legs. you moan softly as she begins to eat you out, swirling small circles on your soft button. “Oh, ellie!” you whimpered, your body twitching against her mouth.

“ohmygod, baby.” she moans into you, slowly slipping s single finger in and out of your sopping hole, your moans growing increasingly loud, your eyes meet her own when you entangle your hand into her hair, pulling fightly at the back if her neck.

your back arches as she adds another finger, your release so close you can feel the sweat dripping down your back. “Im cuming! ellie, ellieellie!” you scream as she fucks you through your orgasm, her fingers slightly slowing down before she pulls them out.

you beckon her between your legs again when she lift your head from between your legs, she slots her legs between yours, slowly starting ti grind into you. “missed this pussy s’bad baby.” she groans as she continues to move her hips, speeding up as she pleases. “mhm,” you moan, greedily grinding back up into her, small whimpers starting to leave her throat at the feeling of your pussy on hers.

“Tell me you love me, ellie” you ask, your voice breathy. her head snaps down, looking down at you. her movements speed up as she looos at you.

“W-What?”

“Tell me you love me.” you bump your clit against her sweet spot and she moans. “I love you, fuck! so much, i love you soso much.” she could feel her orgasm creeping up on her, she speeds up her movements between your legs. your grab at her brests, pinching her nipples between your pointer and thumb. “you gonna come?” she bites her lip, nodding at your question.

“cum all over my pussy, please ellie.” you moan loudly, her fluid slowly leaking out of her and onto you. you quicken your hips, ellies lip finding home between her teeth until she suddenly falls into you, both of you moan when she untangled your legs.

“fuck.” she whispers, looking down at the mess that spread between the two of you, connecting you. you slowly lift yourself into a now sitting position. gingerly adjusting yourself so that you don't irritate your already sensitive nerves.

“so.” ellie starts, looking over at you, her eyes again filled with hope. you sigh quietly. “So, im gonna pee and you're gonna be gone by the time im done.” you state matter-of-factly as you stand up, slipping you oversized shirt back over your body. she shakes her head in confusion. “What?! But i thought-”

“you thought what, ellie? that i was just going to let you come back? you broke my fucking heart.” you can see her starting to tear up but you ignore the fact. instead slipping your underwear back on but discarding your pants.

“i told you it was a mistake! baby, i love you!” you scoff, your lips curling up into a smile, how fucking ridiculous.

“Listen to me ellie. Im going to go pee and you're going to go home. and then, tomorrow, im going to leave this fucking town forever and i swear to god you will never fucking see me again.” you argued, ellie still sitting there, with no clothes on. you didn't think she deserved your forgiveness. You felt guilty for denying her in such a vulnerable state but you convinced yourself that she deserved it.

you begin to walk up the stairs, you can hear her stand up from the couch and slip into her clothes once again. without turning around to face her you bid your final goodbyes,

“Tell your fiancée i said hi.”

unbeknownst to ellie, you had noticed the wedding band that shined around her left ring finger. that was when you decided not to let her back in.

[darling2411]

Whatever it takes

Jason Todd x Reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Oh how the tables have turned. 

Instead of him watching you your eyes are currently attached to him and every little movement he made. You are extremely aware of everything he does and how much space he seems to take up in your tiny apartment. 

Everytime he shifts on your couch you can see his muscles ripple. Has your sofa always looked this small ? Not only was his presence a constant reminder that an incredibly hot guy was in your apartment, but his sheer size made it impossible to ignore him. It wasn't really bothering you though, looking at him didn't hurt. His face was extremely handsome. Sharp jaw, full kissable lips and eyes that were made for falling in love. And his body? He looked like one of these statues of greek gods but better because he was real and laying on your fucking couch waiting for you to finish making food so you could talk some more. 

Shit you totally forgot the food with the way you were ogling him. 

‘I wouldn't mind eating him for lunch’ the thought races through your mind, wow that was not, you- alright time to calm down.

He was a stranger, a handsome one and he safed you but this was inappropriate. How would you feel if he was staring at you and imagining all the ways he could manhandle you with that strength he sure as hell held, judging from the size of his biceps? 

The answer is great, you would feel great. You definitely wouldn't say no, if he decided to press you against a wall. 

Alright, dangerous territory. 

You have to steer your thoughts to safer waters if you don't want your panties to be completely ruined.

Ugh, even the back of his head is attractive. 

Alright, too much staring, back to making lunch.

Jason could feel your eyes on him. And he isn't complaining. 

He is attracted to you, that much is clear as hell from the way he was following you around for weeks and watching you intensely. He noticed everything you did, everything you wore. And there was never something he didn't like. 

All of you in every shape, form or colour was appealing to him. And he wanted it all to himself. 

He wants to get lost in your perfect body. Spend hours worshipping at the altar that is your hips and get lost in the religion on your lips. 

But he also wants to take care of you. Protect you and make sure you are okay and have everything you need. He wants to hold you and dance with you in the refrigerator light. 

He wants you and he is going to do everything in his power and beyond to get you.

Whatever it takes. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Taylor Swift references anyone ?

[esouliie]

GOLD SKIN, EAGER BABY

warnings | smut, wanda concerned with hurting you yet can’t help how her body reacts, inexperienced!reader, kissing, oral sex ���� (18+)

Mommy Wanda fucking you cruelly like this… Mommy Wanda fucking you like that… when really it’s Mommy Wanda’s first time with you. She wanted to make it special, focusing the entire night on you, but you wouldn’t have it…not when almost every day, you’d been waking up with a sticky mess between your thighs from tempting dreams about the older woman.

You needed her just as badly as she needed you.

You see - being older and freshly divorced - she’s had more experience than you, so she’s quite self aware, knowing all too well how eagerly she comes.

She knows how uncontrollably her body reacts when she’s being eaten out. Her curvy figure tends to lash out against her restraint as waves of pleasure roll through her entire being, in a way that’s different from her usual norm, all because a tongue is now what’s fucking her… pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

The foreplay had lasted a while. Deciding to take it slow as you shared gentle caresses, longing to study each others bodies. But with how easily worked up she became, it wasn’t long before she had guided you to your knees, whispering nothing but sweet promises to guide you through these uncharted waters.

Not long later, she was close to coming. She tells you in a drawn out moan, “Fuck baby, grab onto my thighs,” not wanting to accidentally trap your head between them.

Poor baby… your first time eating a girl out, not knowing what’s ahead of you.

A sight - magnificent yet concerning - to behold.

A painstaking reward.

It starts with a sharp cry then immediate silence, followed by all the muscles in her stomach tensing in a rippling effect. Her back contorts in an unusual manner, the arch of her neck extending towards the heavens and her head pushing back against the wall. Strong hips bones begin to thrust forward, unrelenting and uncaring for your safety as they fuck your mouth. Behold the true power of the woman under you as she battles to prolong the last of her orgasm.

And then, like a dam breaking, the words spill out uncontrollably. In the midst of the silence that follows her crescendo of passion, she finds her voice.

Raw and primal.

“That's it, fuck baby," She murmurs, voice husky with need. "Feels so good, so good f'me."

Her muscles, once tense with anticipation, begin to relax, trembling from the exertion. Luckily, your hands are still on her thighs, and not only did you prevent yourself from dying of suffocation (not that this was the worst way to go) but you also managed to stop your girlfriend from collapsing to the ground.

With her weight supported by your hands, you rose to your feet, immediately seeking out her soft lips.

A hand against your chest stops you. “You okay, sweetheart?” She asks, breathless as her fingers search meticulously, the wetness undeniable as it soaks the lower half of your face.

“I’m okay, Mommy. Was fun.” You smile so sweetly she can’t help but give in, melting against your plumped lips. Her eager tongue gliding along yours, coaxing the sweetest of sounds from you, as she commits the taste of herself on your tongue to memory.

“Come, baby.” She grabs your hands, guiding you to the edge of the bed as she gets down on her knees. With eyes full of mischief and hands edging closer towards your panties, she husks, “Mama wants a taste too.”