#IM SORRY FUCKING WET SOCKS

[bluebipples]

hey so why don't we talk about how alarmingly large sheldon j plankton has become over the years? in the earlier seasons, he was small even in spongebob's palm. mr krabs had to use a magnifying glass to look at him. why is he so large now.

[ratatatastic]

you ever think about forsy being faced with an always have a small rock in your shoe or always have wet socks would you rather question and going "its not a fun situation... i would say yeah wet socks probably" like what possessed him to choose wet socks

[scare-ard--sleigh]

ohhhhhhh my god the self pity jesus h christ you have. a daughter who is at least 25. you don't know her age lmao.

[henry7931]

Uncle Nephew Swaps Vol.1

A Very Different Vacation

Caleb:

My best friend Jake and I always travel with our families together. His parents are friends with my parents and I’ve grown up with him all my life.

And when it came time for our family beach trip, we decided to shake things up. Specially, we switched bodies with our uncles!

That’s right! Our entire trip will be me in my uncle Shawn and Jake in his uncle Mike.

So far I’ve really enjoy being inside of Shawn. Especially since we haven’t told anyone in our families about the swap. Luckily, both Shawn and Mike are single so we can do just about whatever we want!

That means if we want to go golfing all day, party all night, it’s really up to us!

I’m not gonna lie, it’s kinda hot being inside of my uncle Shawn. He’s a good looking guy and I can’t help but notice my attraction to Mike’s body. I wonder if Jake would be down to fool around.

His uncle has a sexy chest, he’s fit like Shawn, and from the bulge I’ve seen Jake sport around on the beach— I just know that thing is big!

Maybe after we go out tonight, I’ll try to make my move. In the meantime, I’ll just low key flirt with him.

Wait a minute, I wonder… if I’m so attracted to Mike inside of my uncles body… does that mean Shawn and Mike may already have a thing?

Uncle Shawn:

“Okay smile for the camera!”

I feel Mike grab on tight to my nephew’s shoulder and seductively rub down my back as the photos over.

“You wanna get ready for the beach?” I ask him with a big grin on my face.

“Oh yeah let’s go get ready.”

The second we get back to our shared room, Mike yanks off my pants and my nephew’s eager dick comes flying out.

“Shit, Shawn this is so wrong but I love having these bodies. The amount of times we can keep going in one day.”

“I know! You thought this mornings shower session was enough but damn! I’m already horny again!”

My grabs on to my borrowed cock and I yelp.

“Sorry it’s just so sensitive.”

“It’s all good, I like making you squirm a bit,” he says toying with Caleb’s 21 year old leaking equipment.

I look down at Jake’s beautiful big feet. Mike’s really good at putting those toes to work.

“Ohhh does someone want me to jerk them off again with these toes?” he says wiggling them in front of me.

“Please…”

Mike kisses me with his soft lips. We end up making out for a few minutes before he pushes me back on the bed.

“You ready ‘Caleb’?”

“Oh my ready ‘Jake’!”

Mike wraps Jake’s toes around Caleb’s sensitive cock and i immediately start moaning.

He runs his toes over the shaft down to Caleb’s tight balls.

“Ohhhhh…”

He proceeds to put the other foot towards my face and I start sucking on his toes.

I get the foot good and wet before he switches off to the other one.

His feet stink mainly from him refusing to wear any socks all trip but Mike knows I love nothing more than natural body odor. He’s even wore the same pair of boxers all week which he’s even cum into a couple of times.

I feel him start to pump faster with Jake’s toes. I rub and down his hairy legs. We keep eye contact which is so sexy to me. Both of us don’t want to miss a minute of our experience.

Now we’ve both fooled around with body swapping, especially with each other. I’m normally fucking my own body most of the time when I’m with Mike. But this switching bodies with our nephews all week is a whole new level of kinky!

I soon feel myself get close…

“MIKE!!! IM ABOUT TO!”

Cum squirts all over the place including all over his borrowed feet. Mike lets me lick them clean.

“Now my turn!”

Mikes pulls down his nephews pants and his cock is throbbing. He pushes my face into his crotch and the smell is overwhelming.

Mike throat fucks me tor 10 minutes before exploding down my nephews throat.

We lay back in bed and cuddle our nephews baked bodies together.

All of the sudden someone knocks at the door.

“Hey! Are y’all coming down to the beach?”

It’s my own voice with my nephew controlling it.

“Yeah give us a few! We’ll be down shortly ‘Uncle Shawn’!”

“Ready for the beach?” I say kissing him on the cheek.

“Yeah let’s get dressed!”

Uncle Jax’s Body For Halloween

Timmy couldn’t believe his uncle agreed to swap bodies with him for Halloween! Timmy wanted to feel like a real life superhero so what better way than his uncle Jax’s muscular body.

Now with the latest available technology these days body swapping had become the newest trend for costumes. Especially since home swap devices are so popular, you can really be however you want!

Luckily for Timmy, he’s gets to be his cool uncle all night! I’m sure he’s going to have lots of fun!

Uncle Rocky’s Massive Bod

Jeremy:

I work for my uncle Rocky and when he told me about his vacation I was super nervous to get everything done since I’m no where near as strong as him. But he told me not to worry that he has a plan.

So the day before he was planning to leave he called me to meet him at his house. That’s when he told me about his plan.

I wasn’t prepared for the words that came out of my uncles mouth. He told me we are going to swap bodies for a week. He’ll take my body on vacation while I stay at his house and go to work as him.

“Really uncle Rocky?!?!”

“Yep! Just be careful with my body.”

So here I am inside my uncle doing a bunch of physical labor. Kinda cool right?!?

I’m surprise by just how much easier it is to get stuff done with his big muscles.

The best part about all of this is that after I finish up, I get to go back to his place and enjoy just being him.

My Uncle is a handsome guy and I’m fully aware of it. He even has a giant thick cock which is so fun to jerk off with!

Tonight, I made him a Grindr page. I’m hoping I can find a really cute guy with his body that will let me top him. That shouldn’t be too hard, as long as they can handle this massive monster!

[barbies1shots]

frennn do toxic ex husband or boyfriend sukuna😍😩

i gotchu girl , lemme try my best . jus kno that this will be triggering for some people . also , if you kno anyone who is in any type of this relationship , get them some help . this is lowkey long too :/

☆ - TOXIC themes , mentions of murder , mentions of cannibalism , mentions of suicide , mentions of stalking , abuse , NON-CON , attempting at manipulation , idc how big you are sukuna is bigger , dacryphilia , exhibitionism , overstimulation , somnophilia , reader tries her best to stick up for herself , pet names , ruining of careers , doggy , chokehold , (please lmk if theres stuff i should add .)

read at your own risk .

exboyfriend!sukuna who sees you hang with a another man. sees you smile when he makes a bitch ass joke.

exboyfriend!sukuna who seethes in complete anger after he followed the both of you home. he rembered the address and noticed it was yours. he lost it once you moved and changed states.

exboyfriend!sukuna who sees the man leans down and give you a kiss. and that kiss soon turns into a heated kissing session.

exboyfriend!sukuna who palms himself behind his trousers as he saw the man squeeze your ass.

exboyfriend!sukuna who follows you home and pins you against the door with his massive frame as you were putting your keys in the door.

exboyfriend!sukuna who slaps you after you screamed at him that you'll call the cops.

"We broke up for a damn reason! Get the hell away from me you psycho! Get off me- get your hands off me!"

exboyfriend!sukuna who immediately apologizes with little to no regret in his small red eyes.

exboyfriend!sukuna who forces his lips against yours to shut your screaming up. he has your eyes rolls into the back of your head and making it drowsy from the lack of air.

exboyfriend!sukuna who sneaks a hand into yours and takes the keys from you and unlocks your door. he shoves you into your own apartment and presses you against the door.

"you understand why im here, right?"

exboyfriend!sukuna whispered into your ear as he said hes always love you despite the arguments and the abuse.

exboyfriend!sukuna who says hes incredibly sorry and that hell never do it again.

exboyfriend!sukuna who says that you are the only woman for him, who presses his large head into your neck to kiss you. he marks you up as his hands wander under your shirt, into your waistband of your pants.

exboyfriend!sukuna who strips you out of your clothes with little to no care if you want to be naked infront of him or not.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smirks widly once you came to your senses and slapped him before screaming in his face again.

"Didnt I fucking tell you to leave me the hell alone?! I dont want anything to do with you, Ryomen! you keep hurting me and i want something happy!

"i want xxxx"

exboyfriend!sukuna who immediately slaps a hand over your mouth once you said that mans name.

exboyfriend!sukuna who threatens to chop the mans head off and feed you his remains.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smiles once he knows that you wont try anything.

exboyfriend!sukuna who then resumes taking the rest of your clothes off, leaving you in just your socks.

"you want this right, baby? you dont want your little boy toy to die, do you mama?"

exboyfriend!sukuna murmured into your ear as he picked you up and and sat you gently on your own bed.

exboyfriend!sukuna who catches your ankle in a searing grip once you tried to crawl away from him. your ankle immediately flammed and became swollen.

exboyfriend!sukuna who pressed his crotch into your ass once he flipped you around and ran his large hands up and down your back, thinking of where to put the tattoo of his name.

exboyfriend!sukuna who picks up your legs and bends you into a mean arch, ignoring your pleas at it hurting.

exboyfriend!sukuna who eats it from the back, rough tongue setting pace on everything on there.

exboyfriend!sukuna who laughs widly as you came on his tongue, making everything 10x dirtier, messy and wet. just how he likes it

exboyfriend!sukuna who continues to tongue fuck you and adds his 3 thick fingers to your hole to plunge them in, smirking when hes met with little to no resistance.

exboyfriend!sukuna who watches your thick thighs tremble as you are overcome by immense pleasure.

"you know how i like it, baby- weve been doing it for years. Remember, ma? remember we would come home and be all over each other? and you went and fucking throw it all the fuck away!"

exboyfriend!sukuna who pins your arms behind your back as you tried to run from him pressing his dick into your hole.

"you cant run from it."

exboyfriend!sukuna who slams himself in you without any mercy. he groans out with a smile as he feels you whine, cry and drip all over him.

exboyfriend!sukuna who makes you cum once again on his thick dick, making a mess on his thighs and your bed and throws an arm around your neck, tightening untill your put into a headlock against his chest.

exboyfriend!sukuna who doesnt give up on your cunt and doesnt respond to your attempts to tap out.

exboyfriend!sukuna who only stops once he sees your phone ringing, seeing its a FaceTime request from that.. man.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smiles widely at this and pushes your head back into the pillows, pulling your back into that deep, mean arch and accepts the call.

exboyfriend!sukuna who turns the camera around and points it at your gushing cunt and sweat ridden back.

"who are you?! (name)?! (name) what is this!?"

exboyfriend!sukuna he begins to pound into you extra hard this time. he breathes out heavy moans and small whimpers. he makes sure the phone mic picks up on his and your moans and whimpers.

exboyfriend!sukuna who cums deeply into your sloppy cunt, pulling out and showing the camera the mess hes made. showing the man on the other side, who his bitch is.

exboyfriend!sukuna who grips your hair, only to see you passed the fuck out and laughs crudely at that, he pulls your head back and shows the camera your tear ridden and wet face.

exboyfriend!sukuna who tells the man on the other side that (y/n) is his whether she likes it or not. that no one will want her once hes done with her but him.

exboyfriend!sukuna who runs his hands over your ass and pulling the cheeks apart and takes a picture to post online, immediately getting views and shattering whatever career you had.

exboyfriend!sukuna who shatters your phone after and sits back on his haunches, watching the way your body twitches and skin bubbles up with goosebumbs from the sudden cold.

exboyfriend!sukuna who continues to stare, even as you scream and throw things at him once you woke up and figured what he did.

exboyfriend!sukuna who tackles you and chokes you out against the floor after he pushed you off the bed.

"leave me again, i dare you, baby."

- Aizawas BARB !

toxic sukuna will always have a small place in my heart , though- once again- please know that this is NOT healthy and to help yourself/others if you/they are in any type of toxic relationship .

prt2 toxic!sukuna

prt3 toxic!sukuna

revenge on toxic!sukuna

[erwinsvow]

was watching the latest hunger games and i don’t know if you’ve seen it but there’s a scene with snow and lucy gray that is so reader and rafe core. like the scene where he kills the mayor’s daughter and lucy gray is in hysterics and he just grabs her, warns her to pull herself together and go back outside and pretend like he’s not just killed someone and i’m like this is so rafe and his casual dominance with reader. 😍😍

babe STOP you are SOOO onto something here.. + that scene in the movie had me FERAL!!!!! picturing season two after limbrey kills that guy (im so sorry i cannot recall any names.. was too busy staring at rafe's arms)

"oh my god!" you squeal, eyes wide like coins, tears filling up and almost spilling over in a matter of seconds. "oh my god, oh my god-"

rafe fucked up. he shouldn't have gotten you anywhere near this situation, it's his own fault. your insistence on not being too far from him and his own ego that found pleasure in that fact had won him over. rafe liked that you liked him, that you needed him around.

but right now he can tell what you're thinking—probably something along the lines of the fact that he was insane, that his dead body had appeared and he was going to take care of it because he wasn't reacting at all like you were, how any normal person would.

limbrey was staring at you, and a sudden fear ran through his mind that she might try and hurt you too.

"go inside-" he barks at the older lady, who doesn't move, gun in her hand. "go inside! m'gonna have to take care of this, leave-" she stalks off, while you watch with your big wet eyes, shoulders shaking, voice run dry from your screaming.

your reaction is normal, expected. he can't find it himself to even be remotely angry. he leaves the dead body where it is, hands finding your shoulders and dragging you away, like that might help you.

"hey, listen to me. listen to me." he says sternly, and you listen obediently, if not due to fear. "don't scream. don't worry. m'gonna take care of this-this mess, okay? we're gonna be fine."

"r-rafe, she k-killed someone. we, we have to call the police-"

"we're not calling anyone. m'gonna handle it. he was a bad guy, okay, no one's gonna miss him."

"a-and that makes it okay? rafe, you-"

"hey," he barks and you freeze up, listening. "listen, kid, have i ever gotten you hurt? haven't i kept you safe? hm?" he wants an answer, so you nod, still shell shocked. "s'gonna be fine. keep it together. i can't have you like this. we're gonna be fine."

"o-okay." you look down at your white shirt, observing tiny little dots of blood. "what, what do i-"

"go inside. throw this shirt in the fireplace. and then go upstairs to my room and take a shower. okay? i gotta take care of this first. then i'll come join you, got it? alright?"

"okay," you repeat, nodding, frozen. you look up at your boyfriend one last time, trusting him like you always do, even when a little part of you is screaming to run and take off in the other direction. "what're you gonna d-do, with him, uh-"

"i don't know, kid. i need to get you away from it first. just go upstairs, please-" your shoulders relax as soon as the sentence leaves his lips. your mind goes fuzzy, like it always does around rafe, but hearing that even in this insane, unfathomable situation, that his first priority is you, makes your head spin.

you lean in, pressing a kiss to rafe's lips, not pulling away until a minute has passed, your shaking hands tight on his arms.

like always, you follow the instructions he's given you, walking away and heading inside, shedding your clothes and burning them, cleaning yourself in the scalding water until you can smell nothing but the vanilla of your soap and the pine of rafe's shampoo. once out, you put on one of his shirts and some of his long white socks, everything feeling cold still.

you wait patiently on his bed, not able to focus on anything on your phone. when rafe walks in, you don't move, letting him come sit beside you.

"what did you-" you start, before being interrupted.

"don't ask, kid." rafe doesn't sound mad, rather protective. "if i tell you, you're in this shit now. can't have that."

you wrap your arms around his neck, crawling into rafe's lap and into a tight hug. his hands tense around your waist, and you close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin. he doesn't smell like blood, at the very least, so you think he hasn't done anything crazy yet.

or crazier, you correct yourself.

"the swamp. in the woods. there's gators, and foxes, and who knows what else." it comes out as a whisper, like you're scared that the walls might overhear. "if you bring him there, no one will find him. if no one finds him you can't get in trouble."

rafe pulls out of the hug to look at you, all shaky limbs and wet eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

[p0orbaby]

Eden or Armageddon

summary: because we can’t keep tearing each other apart

warnings: (inexplicit) breakup sex

a/n: im sorry okay!

word count: 705

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Room 317.

The gates of hell. The stairway to heaven. The break of dawn and the clap of thunder.

Your hands are trembling, from rage or excitement you don't know. The why does not seem to matter anymore. But you are here, standing in the corridor of some expensive hotel ready to strip yourself bare for a stranger.

A stranger you hate to love and love to hate.

You scan the keycard and are greeted with a beep and a click and a sharp intake of breath. Everything is quiet, apart from the rain outside and the beating of your heart and the faint shuffle from behind the wood.

Alexia is pacing. You can tell.

Finally you exhale and push the door open. The first thing you notice is how big the room is. A waste of money for just one night, no, you will not be sleeping here. A waste of money for what may only add up to an hour. But it’s her money not yours, and she always did like fucking you up against floor to ceiling windows.

The second thing you notice is Alexia’s state of undress. Sports bra, training shorts, socks. Perhaps she has not long come from using the hotel gym. Perhaps she thinks you will fall to your knees at the mere sight of her body. She is beautiful, yes. But beauty fades.

She stops pacing and her eyes meet yours. You fell in love with her eyes first. Then her hands. You fell in love with her as a whole when she looked you in the eyes as she fingered you in the back of her car.

She’d won a trophy that night.

She stops in her tracks when you drop your bag to the floor.

As if by habit you are drawn to her. A magnet pulling you in the direction of A marks the spot. You hate that your body craves something that gives you so much pain. She stands her ground as you get reeled in one final time.

You promise.

You close the distance in a heartbeat, your lips crashing together in a desperate, bruising kiss. It isn’t gentle. Teeth clash, tongues tangle, and hands roam with a ferocity that matches the storm outside.

Clothes are torn away with a frantic urgency, fabric ripping, buttons popping. There is no tenderness in your movements, only a primal need to feel, to consume each other one last time. You push her onto the bed, your hands gripping her wrists, pinning her down as you devour her mouth with yours.

Her nails rake down your back, leaving marks that will sting for days, a reminder of this final, violent act of love. Your bodies collide, a raw, elemental dance of need and anger. Each thrust is a battle of pleasure and pain, every movement a tribute to the intensity of what you shared.

The room is filled with the sounds of your lovemaking—the slap of skin against skin, the guttural moans, the ragged breaths. There is no softness, no whispered words of love, only the brutal, unfiltered expression of your passion and your suffering.

As you reach the peak together, your bodies tense, shuddering with the force of your release. You collapse onto the bed, limbs tangled, hearts pounding in a disordered rhythm. The silence that follows is deafening, the only sound the rain outside, a steady backdrop to your heartbreak.

You lay there for what felt like an eternity, clinging to each other as if you could hold on to the remnants of your love. But eventually, reality seeps in. You have to leave, to walk away from this love that has consumed you both for too long.

You disentangle yourself, getting dressed in the heavy silence, Alexia’s eyes following your every move. You reach the door, pausing for a moment, your hand on the handle. You look back at her one last time, your heart breaking all over again.

Without a word, you step out into the hallway, the door closing behind you with a final, resounding click. The rain continues to pour as you walk into the cold, wet night, each step feeling like a piece of your soul was being left behind.

[zweiginator]

stepbro!patrick pls?🙏🙏🙏

like im imagining that patrick is a few years older than you; he never went to college but you go to a big university a few hours away. his dad and your mom moved quickly, so he has never met you. all he knows is your name, how old you are, and that you're in school. didn't give a fuck to remember what you're studying.

school is out for the summer and patrick's dad took your mom on a trip. you don't have your car at school, so they tell patrick he needs to drive to pick you up. he's livid; the school is three hours away and they insisted that he get there before noon.

groggy and in baggy sweatpants and an old ratty t-shirt, he drives to get you. your mom gave him your number, so he texts you.

hey, I'm here. black jeep out front. u need help moving stuff?

you're standing by the entrance. you have about 4 suitcases full of clothes, shoes, and knickknacks.

you see his jeep, but the windows are tinted. you wave. you're wearing a cropped white tank top, no bra. little linen shorts and tennis shoes with cute frilly socks.

"jesus christ-" he tilts his head back. why does his fucking dad have to test him like this. he's just like his dad--hotheaded, thinks with his dick. he realizes he's taking too long so he gets out of the car, opens his trunk.

you just blink, holding the handles of your suitcases. his hair has pretty little curls, and the muscles in his back ripple as he easily picks up your heavy suitcases that you ran out of breath trying to roll down the fucking stairs.

you snap out of it. sure, he's objectively attractive. so are a lot of guys. but this one is off limits. clearly.

that makes it harder.

the car ride is awkward. patrick never turns the music above the low volume he turned it to when you got into the car. the lack of conversation lingers, adding tension. you play with your cuticles; patrick taps his fingers on the steering wheel.

"how was this semester?" he asks.

you shrug. "it was okay, got good grades. just one more year."

patrick tries not to keep noticing your perky nipples showing through your tank top. it's hard. he is hard.

you tell him you need to pee.

"sorry, i drank a ton of water before you picked me up."

"no worries, i need to go too."

patrick parks. he goes quickly and waits for you as he pumps gas. when you walk out, a man in his thirties whistles at you. says some nasty comment about your ass.

patrick yells at him.

"what the fuck did you just say?" he spits in his face. tells him to fuck off. "fucking creep."

the whole ride home, you're clenching your thighs together, soaking wet from how he stood up for you.

[celiastjamesoscar]

Devil in the Details

Pairings: Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Tara accidentally runs into on campus, and she’s immediately enchanted by you and asks you for help. You give her the wrong advice and she holds it against you.

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, slight drinking, mentions of sex, Frankie, mentions of Tara’s family issues. If I missed any, let me know!

AN: not my best work but oh well

Word Count: 12k (im sorry)

The fall leaves gently drifted onto the ground as Tara bolted across the Blackmore campus. She was already running late; her alarm was set for pm instead of am, and she had no idea where she was going. The sky was dark, and Tara could hear the distant sounds of thunder as she rounded a corner and smacked right into someone, causing her to fall to the ground.

“Are you okay?” The stranger said as they let out a small chuckle and reached out to pull Tara off the ground. When Tara finally opened her eyes and made eye contact with the stranger, her heart fluttered.

The woman was undoubtedly gorgeous-there was no denying that-and she simply towered over the more petite girl. Tara was enchanted by the girl’s eyes that shined through the gloomy weather surrounding them and how her features contrasted with the outside world.

She spoke with the voice of an angel that sang in Tara’s ears, as Tara just stared blankly at her.

The girl shifted from one foot to the other, clearly not expecting this to happen, “are you okay?” She questioned again with her arm still extended.

Snapping out of her trance, Tara eagerly grabbed the stranger’s hand and stood up, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I was supposed to be at my class ten minutes ago and don’t know where the room is. I just ran from the other side of campus, and I’m lost,” Tara rambled on as she talked with her hands. She was getting ready to talk more, but the stranger interrupted her.

“Okay, slow down,” she said with a soft smile that caused her eyes to crinkle, “what class is it?”

Tara let out a defeated sigh. She hated having to rely on people for help, especially strangers. She felt they had a mysterious power over her, and she hated not being in control. “Chemistry with Mrs. Rosalind in Franklin Hall.”

The stranger turned slightly to her left before pointing towards a brick building, “Franklin Hall is that way. Just go past this building and make a sharp left. It will be on your right past the giant water feature; you can’t miss it.” She finished with a mischievous smirk that Tara mistook for a flirtatious one.

“Thank you so much; I owe you!” Tara yelled with a smile as she had already started to jog away from the stranger, but she mentally slapped herself for not asking the girl her name.

The stranger smiled as she watched Tara slowly disappear, her heart fluttering at the more petite girl’s smile. Once she lost sight of her, she turned around and went to Franklin Hall.

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“I met the worst fucking person on the planet today!” Tara exclaimed as she walked into her shared apartment before violently throwing her bag onto the floor and kicking off her shoes. She stomped to the couch and flopped onto it with a huff.

Sam tried her best not to laugh at her sister’s antics, as she always met ‘the worst person on the planet’ at least once a week. “Who was it this time?” She questioned as she walked into the living room and sat on the chair opposite Tara, but upon closer inspection, Sam noticed that her baby sister was a little damp. “And why are you wet?”

At Sam’s question, Tara sent her a deadly glare before taking off her shoes and socks, throwing a sock at Sam. “I will get to that in a minute; just let me rant about Satan.”

Sam quickly threw the sock off that landed on her shoulder with a disgusted face, “Okay then, tell me about your encounter with Satan.”

Tara lays back on the couch and laces her fingers together as if she was getting ready to talk to a therapist before speaking gently, “As you know, I woke up really late this morning, so I didn’t get to eat breakfast. Because of that, I was already in a bad mood and somehow ended up on the opposite side of campus. So I had to haul ass to return to the other side for my class when I accidentally ran into a woman.”

Sam ignored how Tara’s eyes seemed to sparkle when she mentioned the woman and how her eyes seemed to dance. “So you physically ran into Satan?” Sam questioned with a slight chuckle as she received a death glare from Tara, which resulted in Sam moving uncomfortably, “anyways, continue.”

“Before I was so rudely interrupted, this woman helped me up, and my god, Sam, she was so beautiful it almost made me cry. And she spoke with a gentle voice that sounded like angels. She also had these beautiful eyes that pulled me in. And that smile, I can’t even begin to describe it; it was the most perf-she’s a fucking bitch is what she is.” Tara ended with a hateful tone after realizing she had been daydreaming about the mysterious woman. “So I asked her where Franklin Hall was, and she pointed me toward it. So naturally, I took off running because I was late, and as soon as I rounded the corner, boom! I immediately fell right into a pool. I was shocked and forgot I had to swim, so someone had to jump in and save me. It was so embarra-stop laughing!”

Sam had a smile on her face since Tara started talking about this she-devil, trying to fight back a laugh, but she completely lost it when Tara said someone had to save her from drowning. She shouldn’t find her sister's near-death experience this funny, but she couldn’t help.

After a few minutes of Sam laughing, she eventually dries her tears before speaking with a small laugh, “I'm sorry, you can continue talking.”

Tara stared at her for a few seconds before returning to the story, “Anyways, this woman drags me out of the pool, and of course, I thank her. She asked me why I decided to swim, and I explained the situation to her. Naturally, she finds it funny and helps me find my class because we miraculously have it together. So we walk into class soaking wet, and guess who we sit by?” Tara finishes with an eyebrow raised.

“Who?” Sam questioned with a knowing feeling of who it was.

“The fucking devil. She has this devilish smirk on her face and doesn’t even look at me; she just leans past me and asks the lady I was with, ‘Decided to go for a swim, Anika?’ God, I fucking hate her.” Tara stated with a groan as she clenched her fists into the air, making it clear she hated this woman.

Sam couldn’t help the small chuckle that left her lips. “So, did you guys talk at all or just sit in awkward silence?”

Tara scoffed before sitting up on the couch. Clearly, this was something that angered her deeply, “oh, no, we did not talk. She talked. Talked the entire fucking class with that same fucking devilish smirk I just wanna kiss off.” Tara finished before realizing what she had just said, “Kick off, I meant. Anyways, the professor forced me to get my notes from her, and she gave them to me. But every five minutes or so, she would lean over and draw something on my paper. Look!” Tara exclaimed as she got up and grabbed her backpack, pulling out the piece of paper and handing it to Sam. The paper did indeed have little scribbles all over it.

The drawings varied from squiggly lines to stick figures sword fighting to even a tiny detailed drawing of Tara. “What’s this right here?” Sam asked as she pointed to beautiful penmanship that said ‘Y/N x Tara’ with a heart drawn around it.

“Oh, the devil wrote that after she asked for my name,” Tara said with a shrug of her shoulders as a slight blush crept up her neck, “she just tapped on my shoulder, asked me what my name was, and wrote that down before turning back to her book.”

Sam looked between Tara and the heart, wondering why Tara even kept the piece of paper as it didn’t have any notes on it. “Why did you keep it then? If she bothers you so much.” Sam questioned, hoping to catch her sister in a lie.

Caught off guard, Tara quickly stumbled over her words before snatching the paper out of Sam’s hands while grumbling, “Mind your own business,” as she stomped off to her room.

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Chemistry class continued like that for a week; Tara would mind her business while Y/N occasionally drew on Tara’s paper. By the week's end, Tara had a small collection of Y/N’s doodles. Still, her favorite one remained the drawings from the first day; the one with the heart wrapped around their names and a small drawing of herself. Tara could help but smile at the thought of it, but her smile quickly dropped every time she saw you.

“Good morrow, Tara,” Y/N said as she placed her backpack on the table and sat in her chair. Tara rolled her eyes at Y/N before speaking, “It was until I saw you.”

Y/N scoffed at her words as she swiveled to face Tara, “Why must you wound me?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you made me walk half a mile in the wrong direction and caused me to fall into some water?” Tara asked with an annoyed tone as she looked Y/N in her eyes. She wanted to strangle the girl, especially when Y/N laughed when Tara mentioned the water.

Wiping the tears away from her eyes, Y/N laughed, “Yeah, I forgot about that. That was a gas, wasn’t it?”

“No, it wasn’t a ‘gas,’” Tara exclaimed as she kicked Y/N’s chair, causing the girl to roll slightly away from her, “someone had to jump in and save me. Where is she, by the way?”

“Anika? She stayed home; she woke up with a temp this morning, so I made her some soup and promised to fill her in with everything we did today.” Y/N said as she pulled out a notebook and pen, preparing to take notes instead of writing all over Tara’s paper, which caused Tara to look at her with an eyebrow raised, “Sorry, beautiful, no drawings today.”

Tara rolled her eyes at Y/N’s comment but quickly faced away from the girl to hide her blush as the lecture started. She wondered if Anika and Y/N lived together, as the girl mentioned she made her soup this morning, or if she just woke up early and made her friend something; either way, she figured that was the one good deed she did in a year.

Once class was over, Y/N politely held the door open for Tara, which earned her a scoff and an elbow to the side. “I don’t know why you dislike me, Tara. I haven’t done anything to cause you harm,” Y/N said as she jogged to catch up with the shorter girl who tried her best to speed-walk away from Y/N.

“Are you serious right now?” Tara asked as she continued to walk quickly; for every three steps she took, Y/N took one.

“Okay, that was not my fault. You should have been paying more attention. And I can’t believe you are still upset about that,” Y/N stated while looking down at Tara.

Tara quickly stopped her movements as she looked at Y/N. “I am not explaining this to you again, as your pea-sized brain cannot seem to comprehend why I am furious with you!” Tara finished as she shoved her pointer finger into Y/N’s chest.

Y/N just smiled at the girl before reaching up and wrapping her hand around Tara’s finger before pulling it close to her lips as she gently kissed the back of her hand, right where Tara’s scar was. “Sei bellissima quando sei arrabbiata.”

When Y/N’s lips touched Tara’s hand and landed on her scar, electricity shot throughout her body; it almost caused her to shiver. Her body reached before she even had time to think; her hand quickly pulled back before her fist made its way right into Y/N’s face, and the sound of impact filled the air.

Y/N was slightly taken off her feet as she stumbled back a bit and reached up to feel her nose. She felt liquid drip onto her hand and brought her hand down to find crimson blood on her hand. She could already taste the copper in her mouth as the blood flowed easily. She couldn’t tell if it was broken, but she had a gut feeling it was. She quickly straightened her poster and stood there in silence as tears began to form in her eyes, and a slight trickle of blood ran from her nose, down her mouth, and dipped onto her clothing. That's the thing about getting hit in the nose; no matter the circumstance, you always cry. It could be because of the humiliation, the shock, or the sharp pain that followed. But no matter what you do afterward, you always have tears in your eyes.

“Okay.” Was all Y/N said before she turned away from Tara and started walking, tugging on her backpack straps. For some unknown reason, Tara felt shame quickly replace any sparks she had felt, which made her heart shatter.

When Y/N arrived home, she quickly sat her pack down and went into the shared bathroom. She wiped away the blood and waited for the flow to stop. Once she did, she popped her nose back into place. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror; she already had purple bruises forming under her eyes, and her nose was swollen and bruised. Y/N then turned off the bathroom lights, entered her room, and sat on her bed.

The moment to herself allowed her to think back on the harsh conversation she and Tara had merely an hour ago. She could still feel the sting of the punch every time she thought about it. It’s not like she didn’t apologize for sending Tara in the wrong direction; she brought the girl a small bouquet on the second day of class that had a small note that said, “It is I that is full of sorrow, for I doth bestow no harm onto thy lady of beauty.” Tara didn't say anything when Y/N handed her the flowers with a small smile, but she let out a dry chuckle when she read the note. Y/N believed they were on good terms after that, but sadly, she had assumed wrong.

The next day, Y/N walked in, sporting a pair of black sunglasses, as Tara was already in her seat. Y/N placed her bag on the table and sat down, entirely ignoring how Tara’s eyes burned into the side of her skull. Anika had not overthrown her illness yet, so it would just be the pair again. Tara could see the nasty purple that had formed underneath Y/N’s eye even though the girl still had her sunglasses on. She felt awful for what she did to Y/N and wanted to apologize, but she knew words couldn’t fix this. She didn’t know what could. So, they sat in awkward silence until the lecture began.

Hoping to ease the tension, Tara drew a small stick figure holding some flowers with the words “I'm sorry” in a word bubble. She slid it over to her left, praying Y/N would accept the peace offering. Tara did not expect Y/N to draw a stick figure holding garden shears, cutting the flowers in two before sliding the paper back to Tara. She stared blankly at Y/N before taking the piece of paper and shoving it into her bag with a huff.

The weekend arrived and passed in a fly, and it was Monday again, but Tara silently screamed for joy when she saw Anika to the right of her seat. She was so glad to have Anika back and hoped it would make her feel less bad about Y/N. The two joked the entire class while Y/N sat silently, too interested in what Professor Rosalind had to say. However, after class, Anika pulled Tara off the side once Y/N had left.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Anika whisper-shouted at Tara, burning holes into Tara’s eyes with her own, “Why did you punch Y/N?!”

“Because she kissed my hand, and I freaked out! I told her I was sorry, but she’s still mad at me.” Tara defended with slightly frustrated eyes as she clenched and unclenched her fist.

“Of course, she’s going to be mad at you, you broke her nose, and she was out of commission all weekend!” Anika replied, not phased when Tara said that Y/N had kissed her hand; she liked to do that to people she found attractive.

Tara looked down at the ground in shame, not knowing how to respond. Anika sighed as she rubbed her hands on Tara's triceps, “I’m sorry, Tara. I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier; I just get protective over Y/N. Trust me; I know better than anyone that she can be an asshole. I've wanted to strangle her several times, but you eventually warm up to her.”

Tara scoffed at her words and rolled her eyes, “She cut up the fake flowers I drew for her; I am not warming up to her anytime soon!”

Not wanting to argue, Anika dropped the subject, “anyways, let’s not talk about Y/N. Would you like to work together on this chemistry project?”

Tara beamed at the mention of the chemistry project; She had already figured Anika would work with Y/N since they were best friends, and she was a little skeptical about working with her as she didn’t want to upset Y/N even more.

As if reading her thoughts, Anika voiced, “Don't worry about Y/N; she’s already finished the project. She prefers to work alone anyways.”

Tara nodded, “Yeah, I’d love to work with you on it.”

“Okay, good! We can start on it next Monday around five. I’ll send you my address.” Anika said with a smile as she walked towards her next class. Tara was just grateful she had a partner for this project, so she smiled as she went to her next class.

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Sam’s car slowly pulled up to the apartment complex Anika had sent her; it was reasonably pleasant, with eight different levels. “Okay, this is it,” Tara said as she grabbed her backpack from the backseat and opened the door, but Sam placed her hand on Tara’s arm, causing the girl to stop her movements.

“Call me if you need anything, Tara. I’m serious,” Sam stated as she looked at her baby sister. She worried about Tara like a mother. Her protectiveness knows no bounds. But she wanted Tara to have some form of a social life, so she allowed Tara to go to a friend’s house for this project. She’d never tell her sister, but Sam’s stomach hurt when Tara was away.

Tara placed her own hand over Sam’s, “Don’t worry, Sam, I’ll be safe. I’ll text you when you get to Anika’s room.” Tara slowly climbed out of the car and was getting ready to close the door but stopped, “I love you, Sammy.”

Sam smiled at her sister, her heart filled with joy at Tara’s words, “I love you too. Now be safe and nice!” Sam knew that Tara could sometimes be an angry little dog that liked to bite ankles, so she felt it necessary to warn her sister.

Tara rolled her eyes at Sam’s words as she closed the car door and approached the complex's entrance. She turned around and sent Sam a wave before entering the building.

The elevator was broken-to her demise-so she dragged herself up five flights of stairs. Out of breath, she sauntered over the door that had ‘237’ on it. ‘Great, I’m going to get murdered by the ghost of Lorraine Massey after climbing up seven thousand steps,’ Tara thought to herself as she knocked on the door.

When the door flew open, any air Tara had managed to keep trapped in her lungs flew out. Standing before her was Y/N in nothing but a sports bra and shorts. Tara’s eyes raked over Y/N’s body, She had sweat glistening on her chest and stomach, and Tara admired her abs and subconsciously reached out to touch them as she licked her lips. Y/N quickly slapped Tara’s hand away while glaring at her with narrowed eyes, snapping Tara out of her fantasy.

“What do you want? You aren’t welcome at my mojo dojo casa house,” Y/N stated as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway. Tara could hear her heart beating in her ears, and her palms started to sweat. She had sworn to hate Y/N, but the girl made it so hard.

Tara was at a loss for words; not only did she have to climb up five flights of stairs, but the Devil herself was standing in front of her in all her beauty, shirtless, and had just caught her staring at her chest and abs. “A-Anika.” Tara managed to mumble out.

“Anika, your weird pervert friend is undressing me with her eyes,” Y/N called out into the apartment room before turning her attention back to Tara with a mischievous smirk.

“I-I’m not-” Tara stuttered, too ashamed that Y/N had caught her checking her out. “No,” she finally whispered.

Y/N glared at Tara, not saying anything. She enjoyed watching the smaller girl squirm under her gaze. Y/N studied how Tara refused to meet her gaze and kept shifting the weight on her feet.

Tara heard a muffled voice yell from behind Y/N, causing the shirtless woman to look behind her and walk a little bit into the apartment. Y/N said something that Tara couldn’t make out, and Anika responded to her, but by how Y/N tilted her head back and let out an angry noise from the back of her throat, Tara only assumed it wasn’t good.

She stomped back to Tara and crossed her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. “Anika is in the shower. She’ll be a couple of minutes,” Y/N said with an irritated tone as she glared down at Tara.

“Oh, okay then. Would it be alright with you if I came in then?” Tara asked with hopeful eyes and a slightly awkward smile, causing Y/N to let out a small laugh. She didn’t say anything in response, and Tara was getting ready to shove past Y/N, but the taller girl moved to the side, uncrossed her arms, and made a welcome gesture.

“Thank you,” Tara said as she walked into the apartment with her head down. Tara followed Y/n into the living room and sat on the couch with her hands in her lap. She could feel more comfortable if it was just her waiting on Anika, not her and the shirtless devil.

“Just make sure your gremlin attitude doesn’t seep into the couch and ruin it,” Y/N mumbled as she walked into her room and shut the door.

Not knowing what to do, Tara quietly sat while looking at her phone, patiently waiting for Anika. After what seems like hours, Anika finally comes out of her room, “I am so sorry, Tara. Y/N and I carried some slushies, and she tripped on the stairs. Anyways, long story short, the drinks landed on me, and I had to take a shower,” Anika said as she walked over to the couch and pulled out a binder for their project.

It seemed a little too convenient that Y/N had ‘accidentally’ tripped and somehow managed to get all the drinks over Anika and none on herself, and then after Anika had told Y/N that Tara was coming by, she started to work out right after. It also seemed a little too convenient that the hot water stopped working a few minutes into her shower, causing Anika to wait for it to return and extend her shower even longer.

“That’s okay. I’m just glad we can get started on this project,” Tara replied as she scooted over so Anika could sit beside her.

Anika sat beside Tara with the binder on her lap and opened it, flipping through the papers as she spoke, “I hope Y/N wasn’t too mean. She likes to hold grudges.”

“She wasn’t too much, just her normal self,” Tara said shyly. She was not about to admit to Anika, let alone herself that she thought about fornicating with the much taller woman. “So, let's get started on this project then?”

“Let us,” Anika replied as she read through the instructions. The two worked together peacefully for thirty minutes, joking back and forth with each other and making little progress on the task at hand. Thirty minutes then turned into an hour and a half of gossiping, their project long forgotten.

Y/N had been halfway listening to the two girls outside, waiting until the perfect time to leave her cave. When she deemed the time was right, she did enough push-ups and enough squats to work up a decent sweat and sauntered out into the living room, still in her shorts and bra.

Tara's eyes instantly snapped towards the door that flew open, and her heartbeat immediately picked up. Her leg began to bounce, but Anika noticed and placed her hand on the girl’s leg, giving her a look of disbelief.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Anika called out with a slight hint of frustration while pressing Tara’s knee down.

Y/N scoffed as she walked into the kitchen, “I'm getting some water? Am I not allowed to be thirsty?” She asked with a playful smirk she sent toward Tara. She knew Tara was checking her out and loved watching the girl fight her urges.

“So you’ve been working out for two hours now and finally decided that you might need some water?” Anika questioned, not believing Y/N for a second. She knew that Y/N loved to tease people, especially Tara, who would knock back and argue like a match made in hell.

Y/N grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and then walked toward the couch, “um, yes? Why is that so hard to believe?” She asked with sass as she placed a hand on her hip while holding the bottle in the other.

Anika stared at Y/N with a look that said, ‘I seriously cannot believe you right now.’ She then blinked, rolled her eyes, and said dryly, “Because you went to the gym this morning like you do every day. And you never workout at home because you said ‘I don’t have enough space to sculpt this perfect body’” she used air quotes when she spoke.

“What are you getting at then?” Y/N questioned, refusing to back down from this challenge.

Anika just shrugged and returned to her project, refusing to give in to Y/N’s challenge. Disbelief took over Y/N’s face; usually, Anika argued back with her, but for some reason, she didn’t, which made Y/N sad.

With a frown, she shuffled back into her room. She grabbed some clothes and walked towards the shared bathroom. “I'm taking a shower. Please don’t use the water,” she announced as she closed the door.

“Whatever,” Anika mumbled as she went back to the project. She asked Tara a question, and when she didn’t get a response, she looked up to find Tara staring holes into the bathroom door.

“Hey! Snap out of it! This isn’t you!” Anika commanded as she snapped her fingers in front of Tara’s face. The girl was quickly pulled back into reality when Anika snapped her fingers as if in a trance. She mumbled a quiet ‘sorry’ as she returned to work.

Every Monday and Friday for two weeks were spent like that; Tara would come over for a project, and Y/N would miraculously be working out simultaneously. She would walk into the kitchen, grab a bottle of water, grab some clothes, and shower. And every single time, Tara could not pull her eyes away. And every single time, Anika had to snap Tara out of it. Tara wanted to stop staring at Y/N, especially after everything between them, but she couldn’t.

Of course, Y/N and Tara did not talk during their chemistry class. Sometimes, Y/N would ask Anika to relay a message to Tara, and those messages were, ‘You look dreadful,’ ‘You look decent today,’ ‘Your appearance isn’t assaulting my eyes,’ ‘Ouch, that hurt. Please don’t kick me again.’ Sometimes, they were helpful messages, ‘Your shoe is untied,’ ‘The answer is C,’ or even, ‘Your hair isn’t braided evenly.’

Tara would try to speak to Y/N, but the girl would uphold her head and side-eye Anika. Then Tara would have to lean over to Anika, tell her whatever she wanted to say, and then Anika would have to lean across Tara and talk to Y/N. It would have been entertaining if Anika had sat between them and not Tara, but she took what she could get. The class continued like that for a few weeks until it was time for the labs to begin. Of course, Professor Rosalind made her students work in groups of three, so naturally, Anika, Tara, and Y/N worked together.

Anika and Y/N were messing around with a Bunsen burner while Tara actually tried to do the project. They were supposed to be doing an ion flame test, but Y/N kept on getting distracted by the different colors the flames would emit.

“Oh my god, guys, look at this one!” Y/N exclaimed as she held a small wire loop in the Bunsen burner flame. The flame below the wire was blue, but the flame above it was a blue-green color. Anika looked over at Y/N and was utterly fascinated by it, but Tara could have cared less.

“Which compound is that?” Tara asked with a bored tone.

“Copper,” Y/N replied, matching Tara’s tone. Tara just rolled her eyes at Y/N as she wrote down ‘copper=blue/green”.

The lab continued like that; Y/N and Anika would mess around with the fire while Tara wrote down the answers. Tara had completely blocked them out of her mind until she heard Y/N say, “Anika, I will throw hand sanitizer on you if you do not stop.”

That one sentence pulled Tara out of the daydream, and she was instantly alert. Tara’s head was immediately filled with the screams of her ex-girlfriend, Amber. Her eyes darted around the room, afraid that Ghostface would come to finish her story at any moment. Y/N gently placed her hand on Tara’s lower back, and she quickly remembered where she was.

Y/N looked at Tara with worry as she rubbed the girl’s back. “Is everything alright, Tara?” She asked with worry in her voice.

Tara just nodded her head, “Yeah, I’m good. Just got a cold chill.” Y/N gave Tara a weak smile, one that ‘I don’t believe, but I won’t pressure you about it.’ Tara smiled back at Y/N as the taller woman pulled her hand off Tara’s back.

After their moment in the lab, Y/N quickly left the building, saying something about needing to return some video tapes. As Anika and Tara walked out together, Anika said, “So, one of my buddies is throwing this Christmas party at his frat house. Would you want to go to that with me?”

Tara thought about it for a moment; she really wanted to go out and possibly find someone to hook up with; god only knows her sex life has been lacking lately. “Sure, when is it?” Tara asked after a few beats of silence.

“It’s on Friday, the 15th, so in a couple of weeks, at the Sigma Nu house. I can pick you up and take you with me; I’m already taking Mindy,” Anika suggested.

“Okay, sounds good. Is there a theme?”

“Ugly sweater, but that's fine if you don’t have one. It starts at six, but I’ll pick you up about ten minutes before.”

Tara smiled at Anika’s words, “Okay, sweet. Sounds good.”

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On a Tuesday afternoon, around six, Tara went to the library to find any books she might need. As her eyes grazed over the names of authors, she slowly rounded the corner and went to walk over to the next aisle, but someone caught her eye. Her eyes drifted over to Y/N. She was sitting by herself with a book in hand. The cover was red with different patterns, and Tara laughed to herself when she read the title.

“‘The Devil and Tom Walker.’ It's a good book and it suits you,” Tara said to Y/N, who slightly lifted her head out of the book to look at Tara. Her eyes locked with Tara’s, and Tara swore that she could see a hint of sadness in them, along with hurt. But it was only there for a second, as the sadness and hurt quickly turned into anger.

“It would be a good book if my pea-sized brain could comprehend the words,” Y/N said dryly, refusing to meet Tara’s piercing gaze. Tara felt her heart break slightly at those words, but just as Y/N’s eyes did, her chest filled with anger.

Tara walked closer to the table Y/N was sitting at, causing the girl to look up from her book, “Look, I am sorry I hit you, okay? I apologized, yet you still insist on being rude to me.” Tara huffed out as her hands rested on the back of the chair across from Y/N.

Y/N looked up from her book, glaring at Tara with narrow eyes, “You broke my nose and insulted my intelligence, asshole. Unless you’ve already forgotten that.”

Tara laughed dryly, “You made me late to class, fall into some water, and cut up my apology flowers!”

Y/N stood up from the table and threw her book into her backpack before walking with heavy footsteps around the table and towards Tara, “Well, at least I had the decency to give you real flowers as an apology, you fucker.” She finished as she pushed Tara.

She stumbled back a bit at the force, but Tara quickly recovered. She clenched and unclenched her fist, trying not to hit Y/N again, no matter how much she wanted to.

“You are an insufferable, miserable, pretentious idiot who only causes harm.” Tara belittled as she poked Y/N’s chest.

Y/N remembered it all too well the last time this happened, but she wanted to be the one with the final say.

“At least my family hasn’t left me. At least I know what it’s like to have a functional family. Something you will never know.”

She regretted it as soon as the words left her lips. Tara’s face instantly reacted to the words, as if she had been shot. Tears began forming in her eyes at the mention of her family’s troubled past. Her chest began to heave, her vision got blurry with tears, and she turned away from Y/N. She pushed away Y/N’s hands and ignored the words that were being said, “Tara, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean it.” She didn't want to be around Y/N; she didn't want her to see her this weak and pathetic.

“You had no right, Y/N. No right at all to say that. I confided in you with that information,” Tara muttered, her voice laced with venom and hurt.

She started to walk away from Y/N, slowly, then quickly. Once she left the library, she sat on the stairs and broke down. Her quiet sobs filled the air as she tried to regain her breath, but nothing seemed to work. She stopped crying momentarily when the library doors swung open and hurried footsteps stopped behind her.

She wiped the tears from her eyes as someone sat beside her. “Tara, please. I'm sorry. I didn’t mean it.” Y/N whispered gently as her voice began to break, along with her heart.

She never meant to hurt Tara. She just wanted the girl to leave her alone. All she’s ever wanted in life was to be left alone, but now she can't stop herself from wanting to be alone with Tara, which terrified her. She hasn’t wanted anyone in her entire life, no one except Tara. And now, she had mentioned Tara’s traumatic past of failed family relationships and knew that Tara would never forgive her.

Tara didn’t even mean to tell Y/N about her family issues; Y/N had overheard the smaller girl confide in Anika one day at the library. Tara talked about her father leaving during Christmas, her mother cutting her older sister out of her life, then her older sister leaving one day without a trace. She also talked about how her alcoholic mother practically left her alone as a child. She then mentioned that Sam only returned when Tara was attacked; she didn’t go into details, but Y/N knew it pained her too much to discuss. Anika and Y/N both picked up on the meaning behind her words: no one has ever loved me enough to stay, so I will live and die alone, just as I have my entire life. When Tara was done talking, Y/N didn’t say anything; she just pushed a drawing toward her and smiled when Tara looked at her. It was a drawing of three people: Anika, Tara, and Y/N. They were all sitting on the floor next to a Christmas tree, opening presents and smiling. There was a fireplace that they sat in front of, and on the mantel were the words “Found Family.” They still weren’t on good terms, but that drawing made Tara feel slightly better about herself and Y/N.

Tara was pulled from her thoughts when she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. Tara didn’t fight back when Y/N pulled her into her chest. Y/N placed her right hand on Tara’s head while rubbing her thumb against the girl’s head. Her left arm held Tara against her chest while she rubbed her back with her hand. She let Tara cry into her chest. She didn’t say anything as Tara took hiccuped breaths. She didn't say anything when Tara repeatedly said, ‘I hate you,’ with a weak voice. And she certainly didn't say anything when her own cheeks became wet with tears. Instead, she leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on Tara’s head, saying, ‘I know’ as she rubbed the girl’s back.

Once Tara had finished her sobs, she pulled back from Y/N’s chest. Y/N expected the girl to hit her again, to scream at her and tell her to die in a hole; she expected everything. She everything except what happened.

Tara let out a small, dry chuckle. She stood up from the stairs, wiped her eyes and cheeks, and looked down at Y/N. She had the most honest look in her eyes, something that Y/N had never seen in the girl before. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much for showing me the real you. I am so glad that I didn’t waste my time on you. Seriously, thank you so much for sparing me the misery of knowing you beyond just an acquaintance,” Tara said with such an honest tone that Y/N had a hard time believing that Tara was insulting her.

“Okay.” That was all Y/N said. She stood up from the stairs and looked at Tara. They both had water-stained cheeks, red eyes, and noses, but one only felt relief while the other felt pain. Any friendship that they might have rekindled died that day. Tara said nothing as Y/N walked away with her bag over her shoulder. Y/N felt nothing but pain as she walked away from the beautiful girl she just made cry; tears of her own began free falling from her eyes the further she walked away.

Once Tara could no longer see Y/N, she slowly returned home. As she walked home, her heartbeat picked up, and she subconsciously walked quicker. She didn’t know why, but she had a gut feeling something terrible had happened. She pulled out her phone and called Sam, hoping her sister was still around. Y/N’s words cut deep, and she was terrified that Sam had left her again. When Sam didn’t answer, Tara started to hyperventilate. Her fingers began to shake, and her vision became blurry with tears as she clicked on Sam’s number and called her again. When Sam didn’t pick up the second time, Tara lost all hope. She started to sprint as she sucked in her breaths, trying to keep some air trapped in her lungs.

She burst through the apartment entrance and flew up the stairs, ignoring how her lungs screamed for air, her chest tightened, and breaths began rare, and she ignored how her once broken leg started to hurt.

Her shaky hands fumbled with the keys to her apartment as she tried to unlock the door quickly. Her breathing was still trying to catch itself as Tara pushed herself through the door and slammed it shut. “Sam? Sam! Are you here?” Tara called out into the empty apartment.

She searched through every room in the apartment, checked every bathroom and every closet, trying to find her sister. She screamed out for Sam in hopes that her sister might hear her pleas wherever she ran off to. She even looked under every bed to ensure Sam wasn’t pulling some disappearing prank on her like they did when they were kids. Once Tara had ransacked every nook and cranny of the apartment, she stumbled into Sam’s room and called her again. When Sam didn’t answer the third time, Tara cried herself to sleep on her sister’s bed, believing she genuinely pushed away the one person who had returned for her. She cried herself to sleep, believing that Y/N was right; no one would ever love her enough to stay.

When Sam woke up early in the morning, she gently pushed Danny’s arm off her waist. She rolled over on her side and immediately shot out of bed once she read 3:33 am on the clock. Sam quickly picked up her clothes and got dressed. She never meant to sleep over at Danny’s apartment. She worked a double and needed some sort of distraction. She ran through the apartment as she hunted down her phone and felt her heart shatter at the thirteen missed calls from Tara.

Sam didn’t tell Danny bye as she ran out of his apartment and returned to hers. She didn’t even need to use her key as she pushed open the unlocked door. “Tara?” Sam called out as she ran to her sister’s room. When Tara wasn’t there, she moved to her room and quietly pushed the door open.

Tara was sound asleep in Sam’s bed. She was curled up with a stuffed animal Sam had won her at a carnival earlier in the year. Sam turned off the overhead light as she walked over to her bed. She turned on the bedside lamp as she got under the covers, “Tara, wake up, baby,” she cooed gently while wrapping her arms around her sister. She saw her little sister’s smeared mascara and the dried tears on her cheeks. “Tara, I’m here now,” Sam said as she saw Tara start to stour in her sleep.

Tara slowly opened her swollen, red eyes and found herself in Sam’s arms. She let out a dry laugh before burying herself into Sam’s body, trying to get closer to Sam than she already was. Sam gently ran her fingers through Tara’s hair while whispering sweet words in her sister’s ear, trying to comfort the girl. Tara gently cried into Sam’s chest while she had a death grab on her back, scared that if she let go, Sam would disappear.

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On Friday the 15th, Tara dug through her closet for a sweater. She tried her best not to find one too ugly, hoping she would get lucky tonight. She groaned as she looked at her options: a ‘Hereditary’ one with a cartoonish drawing of the husband on fire or a black one with ‘Big Gift Energy’ on it with presents at the bottom. Tara decided to go with the latter. Once she put on her sweater, she did her makeup and hair while waiting for Anika. And just as promised, Anika arrived ten minutes before six.

Tara opened the door for Anika and Mindy and laughed when she saw their sweaters: Anika had half a scissor on hers, while Mindy had the other half. “A bit on the nose, don’t you think?” Tara questioned as she followed them out to the bottom floor.

“Eh, I think it gets the message across,” Mindy says as she throws an arm around Anika’s neck, pulling her girlfriend into her side. Tara laughed at her friend’s words as they walked onto the street.

“Does Sam know about this?” Mindy asked, even though she had a feeling what the answer might be.

“Uh, no. She does not.” Tara mumbled.

Mindy just looked at Anika, and they both decided they didn’t want to get into a fight with Tara about Sam, so they just kept quiet as they walked toward the frat house.

When the three arrived, they instantly smelt the alcohol. They could even see smoke seeping into the outside air. They walked up the house steps and quickly entered the kitchen. Loud music played over the speakers, rattling the house. The three find a bottle of SKKY. Mindy picks it up with a mischievous smirk, “Shall we?”

Anika and Tara smile at the girl as they pour each a shot and then another. After three rounds of shots, the girls call it quits.

“We are going to go sit on the couch,” Anika said to Tara as she and Mindy walked toward it with beers in their hands.

Tara waved at them and went to find herself a drink, her throat felt a little scratchy, and she let out a small cough, ‘probably from the vodka,’ she thought.

As she grabbed herself a beverage, a man approached her. “Hey, I haven’t seen you here before,” the man says with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, I’m just here with some friends. I’m Tara, by the way.” Tara slurred out. She was worse off than Mindy and Anika, as she was much smaller than both girls.

The man noticed that Tara was in a drunken state already and decided he would take advantage of that. He shook Tara’s hand, “Hi, I’m Frankie. So, are you a part of the Omega Beta Zeta sorority?” He asked with a cooky smile.

Tara grabbed a beer from the ice bucket and said, “No, but I’m thinking about rushing.”

“Well, if you need any help, I can always put in a good word for you.” Frankie said as he leaned toward Tara and opened the beer bottle for her, “Would you like to come up to my room?”

Tara looked around; she desperately needed to get laid tonight, even if it meant she had to hook up with an asshole. “Fuck it, yeah. Let’s do it,” she said as she downed her beer and followed Frankie toward the stairs.

As they started going up the stairs, someone called out to them, “Hey, Tara, why don’t we call it a night?”

Tara turned her head at the sound of the soft voice; Y/N was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She had an unreadable expression with narrow eyes. Her body was tense, and her fists were clenched. She wore a red sweater with a white Budweiser logo and had a Fanny pack across her torso. Tara almost laughed at how cute she looked.

“No, I think I’m still going to hang out here. You can leave, though,” Tara slurred out. She missed the way hurt flashed across Y/N’s face.

“Tara, you’re good down here; come on,” Y/N tried to reason with the girl. Even though it’s been a couple of weeks since their fight, she still cared for Tara.

Tara was going to respond to Y/N, but Frankie butted in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Y/N ignored Frankie’s attempt to get a rise out of her. She looked at Tara as she spoke, “Tara, please. Let’s go.”

Tara walked down a few stairs, standing closer to you, “No, Y/N, it’s fine. I want to go up with him.”

Frankie walked down too and got close enough to Y/N’s face that she could smell the liquor on his breath, “See Y/N? It’s fine, the girl said she wants to, now fuck off,” he said as he roughly grabbed Tara, practically dragging the girl up the stairs.

“Get your fucking hands off of her,” Y/N stated as she pushed Frankie into the wall. Frankie let go of Tara as he hit the wall. When he turned around, he quickly tackled Y/N off the stairs and onto the floor.

Frankie went to straddle Y/N’s waist, but the girl quickly pulled out a switchblade from her boot, opened it, and held it to his neck, “Fucking try me, I dare you,” she hissed out, her eyes never leaving Frankie.

She pressed hard enough to draw blood, and with that, Frankie quickly pushed himself off the girl. “Fine, you can keep the little shit! It wouldn’t have been good anyways,” he said as his voice began to break before stomping up to his room.

Mindy and Anika reached down toward Y/N and pulled her up. Y/N ignored all the glances and stares sent her way as she moved toward the stairs to check on Tara.

Tara was breathing heavily as she pushed past Y/N and went out the door. Y/N quickly followed Tara, “Hey, Tara. What's going on?” Y/N called out, hoping the girl would slow down.

Tara’s breaths became labored as she approached a tree adjacent to the house. She pressed her back against the tree and slowly slid down to the ground. She clutched at her chest and tried to take deep breaths, but her throat seemed closed. She pulled her legs up into her chest, hoping she would disappear if she could make herself small enough.

Y/N jogged towards Tara and crouched down so she was at eye level with Tara. “Tara, love. What’s wrong?” Y/N asked; her voice quivered with worry. She didn’t know what was wrong with Tara; Y/N knew she wasn’t leaving the girl until she was breathing normally again.

Panic started settling in Tara as she realized she was having an asthma attack. She tried to get the words out, but only short, ragged breaths left her lips.

Y/N noted everything going on with Tara: clutched chest, sucking in breaths, can't breathe. Can’t breathe. Y/N quickly took off her Fanny pack and dug around until she found her own inhaler. Tara’s eyes lit up as she snatched it from Y/N’s hand. She shook it violently before removing the cap and taking a puff.

She waited thirty seconds before taking a second puff to be safe. Once her breathing slowly returned, she noticed Mindy and Anika staring at her worriedly. She also noticed that Y/N had one hand on each of her knees.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked with such a gentle voice it brought tears to Tara’s eyes. Tara nodded while wiping away her tears with a small smile, “thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome, Tara,” Y/N said as she looked back at Mindy and Anika. The three had a silent conversation, then Y/N turned back to Tara, “Do you want to head back to your place or stay here a little longer?”

Tara looked up at Mindy and Anika. She was afraid that the girls were disappointed in her or angry with her, but she only found worry and concern on their faces. She looked down at Y/N before speaking, “I would like to stay here for a moment; I need to ground myself.”

“Is it alright if I sit beside you?” Y/N asked. She wanted to comfort the girl more but didn't want to overstep. This was the first time they’ve talked since their fight, and Y/N didn’t know where she stood with the girl.

Tara nodded, and Y/N stood up momentarily and sat down next to Tara, resting her back against the tree. “You guys can go. I’m okay to stay here with Y/N,” Tara gently said as she looked up toward the girls.

“Call me if anything happens, both of you,” Anika stated before walking off with Mindy.

Once they left, Tara looked over her right shoulder at Y/N and chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Y/N asked with a light smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Your sweater is ugly,” Tara said with a voice crack. She still had tears in her eyes. They weren’t from her asthma attack but from Y/N seeing her put herself out there for an asshole.

Y/N laughed as she leaned against the tree and looked at Tara, “My sweater is ugly? Yours literally says ‘big gift energy!’’

Tara joined in with laughter and gave Y/N a fist pump. But when it came time for them to pull their hands back, neither moved. Instead, Tara slowly moved her hand and slightly opened it, hoping Y/N would catch on. When Y/N saw what Tara wanted, she opened her hand and intertwined her fingers. She then pulled their laced hands into her lap, causing Tara to rest her head against the taller girl’s shoulder. Y/N ignored the quick picture Anika took of them as she and Mindy walked away.

“You wanna talk about it?” Y/N asked after a few moments of silence. She didn’t know which ‘it’ she was referring to: their fight, Frankie, her asthma attack, or something else. She just knew that they needed to talk.

Tara nodded as she pulled away from Y/N’s shoulder; they both instantly missed the contact. “I have some things I need to say to you,” Tara husked out. Y/N nodded her head, waiting for the girl to go. “You are evil and vain. The first day I met you, I called you Satan and still call you that behind your back. All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean.”

Y/N slightly winced at Tara’s words, “You said ‘mean’ twice.”

“And I meant it twice,” Tara said but gently squeezed Y/N’s hand, showing the girl that she was joking. “I also think you are the most intolerable person ever, but I would love to be the one to tolerate you.”

At that, Y/N’s ears perked up. Her heartbeat quickened as she looked around nervously. It was just her and Tara outside, but she couldn't help but feel eyes on her. Looking back down, she realized Tara was staring at her with yearning. “Tara, come on now. You’re drunk.”

“Nuh-uh,” Tara said as she let go of Y/N’s hand and cupped the girl’s cheeks. Y/N placed her hands on Tara’s wrists, trying to pull them away from her face. “Tara, you’re drunk, and I just helped you avoid making a mistake, let’s not make one out here.”

Tara whined at Y/N’s words and looked up at Y/N. This was the girl who made her life hell on the first day of school and made her have an emotional come apart at the library. But this was also the same girl that saved her from making the biggest mistake of her life, the same girl that helped her with her asthma attack mere moments ago. This Y/N in front of her was the same one who brought her flowers as an apology, and this was the same Y/N who drew pictures all over her papers. This was her Y/N that gave her a drawing of her and her found family. This was her Y/N, who came back to her after she broke her nose. This was her Y/N; no matter how hard Tara tried to push her away, Y/N would never leave her side.

Eyes darting between Y/N’s, Tara leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on Y/N’s lips. Y/N was taken aback but kissed the girl back. Only when Tara went to deepen the kiss did she pull away. “Tara, I won’t kiss you or touch you right now, you’re drunk, and I will not take advantage of that,” Y/N said against Tara’s lips.

“Okay,” Tara replied as she stood up and held out her hand for Y/N. She accepted the hand and stood up. “Will you walk me home?”

“Of course, let’s go,” Y/N replied as she walked with Tara. They didn’t speak the entire walk back to Tara’s apartment, but their minds were running wild with thoughts of the other.

Tara was the first to break the silence when they arrived at the Carpenter apartment, “Thank you, Y/N. I hate to think about where I would be without you right now.”

“You wouldn’t have even been at the party if I didn’t send you the wrong way,” Y/N said with a slightly guilty tone.

Tara thought about Y/N’s words for a moment. If Y/N had actually walked with Tara to class, then she wouldn’t have met Anika right away and formed a friendship. Sure, she would have still seen her, but they might not have been as close as they are now. Tara wouldn’t have punched Y/N in the face, and they also wouldn’t have had their fight in the library. Tara probably would have convinced Y/N to do their chemistry project together and bonded over it. Instead of going out tonight, she might have stayed over at Y/N’s apartment. She would have stayed up with the girl and probably kissed her as she did tonight. It seemed that no matter what roads Tara took, they all led right back to Y/N.

“All roads lead back to you, Y/N,” Tara said with a soft smile and an honest tone. Y/N wanted to kiss the shorter girl but refused to do so as long as the girl had alcohol in her system.

“Goodnight, Tara,” Y/N said as she leaned down and kissed Tara’s forehead, “get some sleep, cara mia.” And with that, Y/N returned home and went to sleep.

The last week before Christmas break had arrived: finals week. On the day of their Chemistry final, Y/N walked in with an ugly gray Christmas sweater with a picture of Julius Caesar in the middle. Above his head were words, “What are you gonna do, stab me?” And underneath his picture was “Julius Caesar 44 B.C.”

Tara let out a small laugh as she read the words, “I might do just that,” she said as Y/N sat down.

“Mhm?” Y/N questioned with an eyebrow raised. It was their first conversation since Tara kissed Y/N, and they both hoped it would go smoothly.

“Your shirt,” Tara said as she motioned towards it. Y/N looked a bit confused, then looked down at her shirt. “Oh, yeah,” she mumbled with a frown. “I kinda deserve it, don’t I?” She asked with a smile, but Tara saw right through it. Y/N was trying to make a joke to cover up the fact that their dynamic had changed.

Tara looked at Y/N, and the two made eye contact. For the first time since they’ve known each other, this was their first time actually seeing each other. Tara saw the frown constantly pulling on Y/N’s lips and how Y/N’s eyes spoke a thousand words for her. Those beautiful eyes that Tara got lost in on her first day were now full of hurt, regret, and love. Hurt: she hurt herself when she made Tara cry; Y/N hurt because she let a small moment of weakness destroy Tara. Regret: wishing she could take back everything she said to Tara, hoping she could start all over again. And love: Y/N wanted to wrap her arms around Tara and never let go; she wanted to protect the smaller girl from all the evil in the world. Y/N would give anything to feel Tara’s lips against hers, even for a fleeting second. She would live and die for the girl.

Y/N saw how Tara rubbed her left hand whenever she was left alone with Y/N as if she was afraid the taller girl would hurt her. She also saw how Tara seemed to please everyone, no matter how hard she had to work to get their approval. Y/N watched Tara push people away who weren’t from her hometown. Her heart broke when Tara looked at her like Y/N was someone who was only interested in her just to break her heart. Y/N had to act like she wouldn’t carve out her own heart to prove her loyalty to Tara.

The two sat in awkward silence until Anika arrived, and even then, it was still awkward silence. Once the final started, Tara would occasionally look over her left shoulder at Y/N and see the woman frantically writing down answers as if she went any slower; the answers would be erased from her mind.

When they completed the test, the three walked out of class, and Y/N placed her hand on Tara’s back. Surprised by the contact, Tara turned around to look at Y/N. She had a guilty expression on her face, something Tara was not used to seeing on the girl. “Can I talk to you?” Y/N softly asked while maintaining eye contact with Tara.

Tara searched Y/N’s eyes for anything dangerous but only found guilt and hurt. “Sure,” Tara gently said. Y/N nodded before leading Tara out of the science wing and into the parking lot.

“Where are we going, Y/N?” Tara questioned as she followed closely behind Y/N. Snow had started to fall, and Tara was more than ready to begin her Christmas break.

“Just a little further; I need to get something from my car,” Y/N replied as she faced Tara. “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t try and kill you.”

Tara didn’t find the joke funny but followed the girl nonetheless. When they reached Y/N’s car, the girl walked over to her passenger side door and opened it. She pulled out a large gift bag with the words ‘happy birthday.’ Tara went to see what was in the bag, but Y/N’s hand gently grabbed hers, stopping her. “Don’t look at it just yet. Wait until you get home. Please.” Y/N pleaded with gentle eyes and a soft smile.

Tara had a confused look as she asked, “Okay? Why do I have to wait?”

“So you don’t hate me,” Y/N replied with a smile.

“Why would I hate you?”

Y/N let out a small laugh before she replied, “Well, so you don’t hate me more than you already do.”

Tara’s heart dropped the girl’s words. All Tara wanted to do was tell Y/N that she could never hate her, not anymore. The girl has seen her at her worst but still decided to stick around. “I could never hate you, Y/N. Sometimes I want to kill you, though,” Tara said with a smile as she looked up at Y/N.

The taller girl gave Tara a soft smile as she cleared her throat, “Would it be alright with you if I walked you home?”

Tara didn’t respond; she switched the bag to her left hand and reached for Y/N’s with her right. She smiled at the girl’s hand before intertwining their fingers as they returned to Tara’s apartment.

The two walked back in silence, enjoying each other’s company. Y/N broke the silence, “So, what do you like to do?”

The air around them quickly filled with laughter. “There is no way you are trying to small talk me right now,” Tara asked between laughs while squeezing Y/N’s hand.

“Don’t judge me. I would like to know you on a more personal level. I hate the one I’m at right now,” Y/N said with a shrug of her shoulders, “But only if you want to know each other better.”

Tara bumped into Y/N’s side as she laughed at the taller girl’s words, “I would also like to know you more personally, Y/N. So then, what’s your favorite color?”

Both girls laughed at Tara’s question, but Y/N responded. The two talked about their interests and hobbies and shared a love for horror movies. Y/N never asked Tara about the scar on her hand, afraid that it would ruin whatever they were giving a chance. Tara never mentioned the kiss they shared; she was terrified it might push Y/N away if she told the girl she wasn’t that wasted and could still taste her lips.

When they arrived at Tara’s building, Y/N followed the girl to her apartment. “Follow me. I have something to give you,” Tara said as she pulled Y/N by her hand. Y/N smiled as she followed Tara mindlessly up to her apartment. She said nothing as Tara unlocked the apartment door and told Y/N to follow her inside.

The apartment was cozy, and it reminded Y/N a lot of her apartment with Anika. She followed Tara into her room. She watched Tara place her gift bag on her bed before she shuffled around in her closet and pulled out a small box wrapped in Christmas paper. “Here, this is for you. Wait until you get home to open it, though,” Tara said with a smile as she handed Y/N the box.

“Okay?” Y/N said as she accepted the small box; it was relatively light, and some moved inside when she shook it.

“Don’t shake it, you barbarian!” Tara said as she led Y/N back to the entrance of her apartment.

“Is it a bomb? I feel like that’s something you would do,” Y/N asked when she was just outside the doorway. Tara smiled as she leaned against the door frame, “Not telling.”

Y/N gave Tara a cheeky grin as she started to pull on the wrapping paper. Tara’s hand latched onto Y/N’s as she hissed out, “Not here, Y/N! Wait until you get home!”

When Tara’s hand landed on her own, Y/N felt her entire body heat up and could not contain the smile across her face. When she looked at Tara, she also had a giant smile plastered on her face. Tara’s eyes never left Y/N’s, while the taller girl’s eyes drifted down to Tara’s lips. The smaller girl caught this and decided to retake the extra step.

She slowly reached up with her left hand and cupped Y/N’s cheek, giving the taller girl time to pull away. When Y/N didn’t, Tara stood on her tippy toes and kissed the corner of Y/N’s mouth. Y/N’s cheeks instantly warmed as she grabbed Tara’s waist, she wanted to kiss the girl for real, but she didn’t want to rush anything. She wanted to know Tara before anything romantic happened between them. And Y/N could tell Tara wanted the same thing by how she looked up at her. They would both wait a thousand lifetimes for each other.

When they pulled apart from each other, they both had love in their eyes. “Okay?” Y/N asked as she started to move away from Tara.

“Okay,” Tara replied, waving at Y/N from her door. She watched Y/N round the corner and disappear.

Tara shut the door to the apartment with a smile, but it dropped as soon as she turned around. “Jesus Christ, Sam! You can’t just sneak up on me like that. You almost gave me a heart attack,” Tara exclaimed as she clutched her chest.

Sam just laughed as she followed Tara into her room. She noticed the bag on Tara’s bed and the giant smile that refused to leave her face. “So, was that her?” Sam asked with a sly smile.

“Who?” Tara questioned as she took off her shoes and sat on her bed. She was dying to open her present, but she was afraid that it might be something she didn’t want Sam to see.

“The devil you ran into on your first day.”

“Oh, yeah. That was her,” Tara said while looking down at her feet and playing with her fingers. “Wait, how’d you know?”

Sam smiled as she started to leave Tara’s room. “Because you have that glint in your eyes right now, just like you did when you first talked about her,” Sam said as she sent Tara a soft smile before leaving her room and shutting the door.

Tara groaned as she picked up the gift bag. Her curiosity couldn’t contain itself; she reached in, her face became beet red, and her heart rattled against her rib cage as she pulled out a picture.

It was a picture of her and Y/N leaning up against the tree just before Tara kissed her. They were both smiling in the picture while holding hands. Tara was looking down at their hands while Y/N was looking at Tara. She could see how Y/N’s eyes spoke for her, and she saw the love in Y/N's eyes. Tara flipped the card over and let out a small gasp.

In blue ink were the words, ‘I am sorry for how things started between us. I am sorry for the things that I have said to you; I should have treated you better. You deserve better than me, but if you would give me a chance, I would like to make it up to you. If you don’t want to, I completely understand and will respect that. But if you want to, you can text me whenever you like.

Your devil,

Y/N

XXX-XXX-XXXX’

Tara smiled as she finished reading the words. She checked to see if anything else was in the bag. She pulled out some tissue paper and found a stuffed bear. The bear had tan fur with black boxers and tiny hearts on them. The bear had on red devil horns with a red cape while holding a red trident. Tara grabbed her phone and went to send Y/N a picture of it to thank her, but she found that Y/N had already texted her with a photo.

The picture was of Y/N holding up a reversible angel+devil plushie, but with the devil side showing. The plushie had a frown with furrowed eyebrows, and Y/N was making the same face. The text said, “Thank you for the gift, Tara. I also appreciated the note you gave me that had handwritten lyrics to ‘Mean’ followed by your number that said ‘I would really like it if you texted me-or not. I don’t care,’ It kinda sends a mixed message, but I loved it either way. Happy belated birthday, Tara.”

Tara smiled at the words before replying, “I expect the devil side always to be showing <3”. She then turned off her phone and slept with her devil in her arms.

[hanwiore]

you were just so…cute.

Sitting on the couch with your legs under you as you stroked the end of you pink skirt, two barbie ponytails with a swoop you just gotten done earlier today, that nanami paid for. White cami shirt and a pink cardigan, you were adorable but such a very bad girl.

“Daddy, it was a accident- i swear it!” Your eyes looked wide as you look up at the man, tom ford button down and a nice fitted tie over his neck. Nanami was just so clean…so expensive looking. Your thighs clench.

Oh your were a very…bad girl.

“Are you always causing accidents that require you cussing at me like some crazy woman?” His voice rang out in the quiet big house. Your hands fumbled with the edge of the white couch, a frown gracing your lips. “N-no but it was just…” your eyebrows drew close.

You were frustrated that’s all, frustrated that the nail tech didn’t do right. Frustrated that nanami didn’t have time to go in there for you to address the issue like he did everytime you disliked something.

Then he the nerve to call you a spoiled brat which made you cuss at him.

“Well I wouldn’t be fucking spoiled if you didn’t make me like this!”

Is what you said which was crazy because, even before nanami you were a spoiled little thing.

Not understanding what no meant, or not today, or not right now.

Tears start burning your eyes, it’s just not fair!

“I-i just didn’t, i-i just don’t like em’ da-daddy!” You look at your nails, the index finger not shaped right, not square enough. “I told you we can fix them tomorrow but you want to throw a fit like I haven’t taught you shit baby.” He mumbled as his hand move to the back of your knee that was covered from the back of thighs.

Strong enough to pull your legs from under and that has you back flying back into the couch and skirt flying up to show your pink panties.

“D-daddy, im so-so sorry.” You sniffle and whine because you hate when nanami is mad at you, hates when he sees you differently then being his good little angel. Then suddenly he grips your face, thumb pushing in on one side as the others pushed in on the other. “Shhh, daddy knows baby. He always know.” And thats true.

Cause he knew exactly how to fuck you brain dead with just his fingers.

Legs spread wide, toes clenching in your pink socks with white frill’s at the top, your head leaned back against the sofa, finger digging into nanami’s strong arm that hand veins all around them as three fingers shoved deep into your wet tight pussy.

“G-god, oh god d-daddy!” You mewl and whine, biting your pouty lip and god you looked so cute.

Nanami looking at the way sweat glistening slightly around your neck. Your gold necklace he got you a week prior to meeting him at the first dinner date. Which was a year ago. Your nipples were hard under the shirt, wet circling around it when you sucked them through the shirt. Eyes going down to your trembling things that were soaked, you were just so cute.

He groans and place your legs on his shoulder, kissing your calf, moving his fingers forward to tough the spongey spot in you, rubbing which made you moan unexpectedly loud. “Good job baby, she so fucking tight. And she’s fuckin’ talking to me too baby. You hear it?” He moans infront of your face. You nodded enthusiastically. Stupidly.

“Yes, yes, yes yes yes yes yes.” You were just so dumb! Moving your hands behind his neck and through his disheveled hair. “Gonna cum daddy, hm can i cum? F-feels so good.” You whine, looking at his eyes, he looked so carefree. But his hard dick that was trapped in his black slacks was pushed against your thigh.

“You think you deserve hm? You think you deserve to cum on my fingers?.” And there you go nodding again because you didn’t give a fuck that you messed up a little earlier, cumming was more important to you right now.

His fingers slid out and you cried.

“No! Daddy st-stop it’s not f-funny.” But nanami wasn’t laughing. Cause it wasn’t funny which is why he told you to make your self cum on your own fingers cause you didn’t deserve his.

And tears began to fall cause you hated that, wanted his and his only. “B-but.” He cuts you off swiftly. “No. Cum on your own fingers. And i meant it.” He pulls up off you slightly, now standing up with both hands on each of your foot. Thumbs digging into the heel of it. You cute little manicured fingers fall to your clit, you look at his face and start rubbing it.

His face was enough to get you off anyways.

His blonde hair, and eyebrows that frowned slightly “oh” you gasped as your hips moved in circular motion against your fingers, thinking his finger doing it. His fingers were better and the though made you pout. Your eyes travel to his neck, you first initial on his gold necklace, his good fucking hard body you can see against his white button up shirt. “Oh gosh..” you mumble and close your eyes.

“Look at me baby.” And you eyes dart open, squelch squelch squelch as your fingers became more aggressive, more needy. Now your eyes was on his bulge. It was so thick, pants tight around his thighs.

You can just imagine his dick, the dick that can be rubbing against your clit instead of his fingers, “you almost there aren’t you sweetheart? Boutta cum on those cute fingers hm?” Your eyes were teary, listening to nanami on half a mind.

“D-daddy, oh my…daddy!” Your thoughts were going wild, his hands holding your legs open as they shook uncontrollably. You felt it, the clench in your stomach as you began sobbing, just the thought of his dick alone was making you cum. “Ca-can i cum? I’ll be so good daddy, will never c-cuss at you aga-again! I wanna cum s’ bad !” You words were jumbled but he understood you.

He bent down slightly moving your fingers away so his hard dick that was still hiding in his pants can push on your puffy clit, you whimpered, moving your hips up to fuck yourself against that hard bulge. “That’s it baby, i know.” His hips moves forward against you, he pecks your lips softly, then your cheek, and sucks your neck nastily. “Cum on my pants baby, show me how needy you are.”

Your arms circle around his neck and you whined so loudly, hips bucking, your breath labored. “Cummingcummingcummingcumming.” “Daddy!daddynghhhhhhdaddy!”

You fucking soaked his pants and sofa, your fingers squeezing his hair and you start mumbling unintelligible sentences. He groans and keeps moving his hips against yours, “i-its sensitive.”

“I know baby but your gonna help me cum too right?”

And you did, more then once.

[bleach-your-panties]

Hey there! There is not nearly enough Eijirou Kirishima in this world. So i was wondering if you could do a daddy kink kirishimax reader for me? Im a weird person but I love your other stuff! Could you tag me if you write it? Thx! 😘😘😘 (female reader btw if you dont mind.)

I know it's been a while, but if you're still active friend @cute-little-spaceboy, this is for you. I definitely need to have some more Kiri on my page, so I hope you enjoy this!

You and Kiri were lying down in his dorm bed scrolling through your phones. You were looking at nail ideas on Pinterest while he was ‘Googling’ the scores for last night’s basketball game.

Immediately upon opening the app, you conjured up an idea for what your next full set would be: black XXL French tips with red foil hearts and his initials on the ring fingers. Just in time for Valentine's Day. 

With your smaller frame outstretched across his wide back, you rested the back of your head in his nest of long, fiery red hair that was set free from his usual bandana.

It was calmly silent in his room as it was late on a Thursday night. Most of your classmates were likely asleep already, especially Bakugou, who went to bed at 8 pm on the dot every night.

Kirishima’s large thumbs maneuvered over his phone screen, tapping incessantly to reply to a dumb tweet that a fan page mentioned him in regarding one of his favorite player’s performances tonight.

“Aw, dammit! Not again!”

“What is it? What happened, babe?”

“I accidentally activated my quirk and cracked my phone screen. Again.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby daddy…I’ll get you a new one, okay?” You rubbed his shoulder soothingly while he pouted.

He sat motionless for a moment, seeming to not even be breathing as you continued massaging his large shoulders. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, thinking maybe he was actually more upset than he was letting on.

“Say that again…?”

“Huh?” Your head tilted in confusion - your limbs were practically entertwined with his while the two of you lounged; you were certain he had heard you.

“Say what - I’ll buy you a new one? You know that I will, love.”

He shook his head bashfully, crimson eyes darting between your face and his ruined screen while the hue of his cheeks began to mirror his hair.

“S-say that again? Call me ‘Daddy’ again?”

“Baby daddy?” 

Rows of reptilian teeth slyly appeared between his plump lips as he smirked subtly at your obedience.

“Good. Now take the ‘baby’, off, baby.”

Questions began flitting around in your mind. Did your sweet little airhead of a boyfriend have a daddy kink?

Now smirking to yourself, you decided to explore this new development.

“Daddy~”

Kirishima could feel his dick getting hard in his joggers now and it definitely had nothing to do with his quirk.

“A-again.”

His hands discarded his phone and dropped onto your wide hips, simultaneously leaning his weight onto you and pressing you into the soft mattress. 

Your legs came up and hooked around his hips, your sock-covered heels dug into his thick, muscular ass.

“Again, pretty. Say it again for me in that sweet voice of yours.”

He bent his head towards yours and playfully nipped your ear. At the same time, his other hand sneakily moved down south to pull at the tie of your pajama pants. Once he loosened it, he tugged them off your hips, revealing the sides of a black and hot pink thong.

His fingers dipped beneath the silky fabric and rubbed across your wet pussy lips. The friction of his rough knuckles over your trimmed pubic hair made you shiver and moan out his name.

“Ooo..that feels good, Daddy.” Your hips jerked involuntarily causing Kirishima to press you back down with his large hand on your lower belly.

“Yeah? Feels good, baby? What if I do this?”

While his heavy thumb moved to press and rub against your clit, his thick middle finger, lubricated by your wetness, slid in up to the knuckle.

Your whimpers grew louder and Kirishima nuzzled his face into your neck giving it soft, slow pecks.

“Fuck, shh shh..,” He gently shushed you, “You don’t want to wake up Bakugou. You know his room is right next door to mine.” 

Your tiny hand gripped the fabric of his black muscle tank before you sunk your nails into his beefy bicep.

“Oh, Eiji - oh, that feels so good, Daddy!”

“That’s right, baby. Keep moaning for Daddy. Are you getting close, babe?”

“Mhmm! Daddy! I'm cu-I’m cumming, Daddyyy!!” 

The contrasting motions - swirling, thrusting, rubbing - and Eijirou nipping and sucking at your neck caused all your senses to blur together, propelling your orgasm forward in the form of you squirting hard for him, pushing his fingers out.

“Oh, fuck yeah!”

He held his fingers up to examine how your release had soaked them. His tongue flickered over them seductively as you sucked in enough air to re-regulate your breathing.

“That was so hot, baby. Are you okay? Do you want me to-”

A loud knock at the door halted Kirishima’s words and both your heads swiveled in its direction. Fuck, you hoped it was locked.

“Hey, Kirishima?! Are you guys okay in there? I heard L/N call out for her dad?? Did he get hurt or something?” 

The two of you froze in place upon hearing Midoriya at the door.

“Uhh…” Kirishima began, looking at you for help. 

Midoriya was so painfully innocent, he probably thought that your dad had had an accident and you were screaming, “Daddy, I’m coming!” 

“No, he’s fine, Midoriya!! I just got a call from home, my parents wanted to know if I was coming home for the weekend.”

Kirishima could hardly believe how smooth you were, and after he’d just given you a mind-numbing squirting orgasm, too.

Midoriya cheerfully accepted your explanation and when you heard his slipper-clad feet pad down the hallway, both you and Kirishima burst into giggles.

“Well, that was awkward.”

“Yeah, it was awkward, but thank goodness my dad is a pro-hero that Midoriya's written about in his book, so that scenario would make sense in his innocent mind.” You winked.

“WILL YOU EXTRAS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO SLEEP.”

You both jump at the sound of your grumpy friend’s agitated booming voice through the wall.

“Oops, so much for not waking the bear.”

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fuck, this was almost 1k words

reblogs appreciated!!

[echoric]

I fucking love your fics so much and have been for years

I'd like to request a little drabble :D maybe some hurt Mav with Rooster witnessing it before they reconcile? Maybe they were both in the same town without knowing and Rooster witnessing mav get thrown off his bike at a stoplight. Doesn't even realise it's Maverick until he lies on the floor not moving or so. No stress though haha

thank you :') im so glad you like my writing :D & your wish is my command <3 (apologies that it's short and sorry for any typos, i rushed this out over my lunch break at work haha; i can edit [and add more] and post it to ao3 later if anyone wants that!)

see how it shines

hurt mav, protective rooster (Word Count: 1,615)

The sky was over cast, and it was raining, but only just enough to be annoying as Rooster walked back to base - as it had been for days now. Rooster was about to give up on the idea of ever seeing the sun again before the spring. His shoes were just wet enough that he could feel his socks getting wet, and his hair was just starting to get to the dampness where it was falling in his face. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair again, pushing it back and looking up at the grey sky with a frown.

Rooster heard the sound of an approaching motorcycle and he quickly stepped further away from the road. He’d already been splashed by a garbage truck flying through a puddle on the street, and he wasn’t keen on having another rain water and run off bath. The motorcycle passed him – shockingly seeming to obey the speed limit and other traffic laws. Rooster huffed quietly to himself and tucked his hands in his pocket as he approached an intersection. The sign changing to a red hand right as he got to the curb felt like the universe laughing at him, but he didn’t dare jaywalk this close to base – or in this intersection at all. 

He saw a car flying up to the light before it had even been green for more than a half-second.  Someone was driving like a moron – an unfortunately common occurrence with this specific intersection. Rooster swore it had to have been haunted by some road raging ghost or something, the amount of crashes that occured there were too many to remember.

The motorcycle had stopped for the red light, another rare occurrence for the local motorcycles. Rooster looked at it a bit closer – not like he had much else to look at while the light stayed red – and saw the base parking permit on the liscense plate and hummed to himself. A new transfer. He wondered if it was the new captain who was supposed to be coming in to supervise a test flight. He’d heard whispers that it was some Top Gun hotshot, one of the best graduates who had gone back to be a teacher before leaving that behind for combat and test flights. 

He didn’t care.

Of all of the Top Gun graduates he’d met, he’d only liked as many as he could count on one hand. So Rooster wasn’t excited like all of the other pilots to meet this ‘living legend’, and if it was him on the motorcycle, he wasn’t going to bother with trying to follow him to his parking spot to introduce himself early like he knew the others would. Anything for a possible promotion.

The light switched to green and the walkman started glowing white. Rooster glanced over at the motorcycle and saw the rider kick the bike into gear, starting through the intersection. He stepped into the road and glanced to the other side to check just in case there were any other idiot drivers – and quickly hopped back up onto the curb as a car flew past close enough that he felt the breeze tug his clothes with it.

Rooster’s eyes widened and he turned just in time to watch the car’s break lights light up and the motorcycle swerve futilely. Before he’d even processed what had happened, he was running into the street. The car flew into reverse, peeling away from the scene without any hesitation. The motorcyclist wasn’t even moving, and the bastard was fleeing the scene even with Rooster there as a witness. Rooster would’ve tried to memorize the plate, but he knew there were cameras, and he was more concerned with the way the cyclist’s bike was shredded and pinning one of their legs under it.

“Hey, hey, I’m Bradley. Don’t try to move, I’m gonna lift your bike off of you. Can you say anything?” Rooster asked quickly, hands hovering over the bike and waiting for a sign that the biker was even aware of his presence. A weak groan was his only response, and he took it as a confirmation to go ahead.

The cyclist choked back another cry of pain as he lifted the bike, rocking more of it’s weight onto the cyclist’s leg for a brief moment before he was able to pull it fully off. Rooster paused, unsure what to do next, scanning the person for any bleeding – there was a lot of blood already. He let out a shaky breath and tugged his phone out of his pocket, dialing 9-1-1 as fast as he could manage with adrenaline making his hands shaky. He threw the phone onto speaker phone and set it down next to them, pressing down on an injury in the cyclist’s leg that was bleeding way too heavily for Rooster’s liking.

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

“I’m Lieutenant Bradshaw, I’m at the intersection of 132nd and West Center. A motorcyclist was hit by someone running a red light, I need medical and police,” Rooster spoke as he pressed harder on the wound, apologizing under his breath to the cyclist as they groaned again and shifted like they were trying to move away from the pressure and pain.

“Thank you, lieutenant. Is the victim breathing?”

“Yes, ma’am. I think they’re awake too, but I don’t want to move their helmet incase of a spinal,” Rooster said quickly. 

He heard muffled typing on the other end of the phone call before the dispatcher spoke up again, “That’s a good call. Are they bleeding?”

“Yes, I’m applying pressure to a wound in their thigh. Not sure if it’s arterial, but it’s bleeding a lot. They’re wearing biking leathers.”

“That’s good. You should be able to hear the paramedics’ siren soon. They will be with you in less than a minute, keep the steady pressure until they tell you to switch out,” the dispatcher said calmly. 

Too calmly. 

Rooster knew it was her job to keep one emergency from spiraling into multiple, but that didn’t help the uneasy feeling in his chest as the person under him might be bleeding out and she sounded like it was any other Thursday night for her. He nodded to himself and glanced up at the visor of the helmet. In the distance, he could barely make out the sound of an approaching ambulance and he sighed in relief. He managed a weak smile and tried to sound as reassuring as possible, “Hear that, buddy? It’s your lucky day. The ambulance must’ve already been in the area.”

A groan was again his only response. 

He didn’t care.

As long as the person was groaning, they were still alive. Rooster had known enough death in his life, he didn’t want to have to watch it again even if it was a stranger. The ambulance pulled to a stop near them, paramedics hopping out and grabbing a bag with well-practiced speed. Rooster waited for them to kneel next to him; one of the paramedics pressed a gauze pad over his hands and they quickly traded places. Rooster stood up and backed away, giving them space to work. He saw them go through the quick checks for a spinal injury, the cyclist passing all of them.

“Alright, then, I’m going to go ahead and get your helmet off you, okay? Should help you breathe a bit easier,” the lead paramedic said with a warm smile. 

A different paramedic lifted the cyclist’s head and she carefully removed his helmet. Rooster felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. He stared at the man with eyes the size of the moon, unable to suck in a breath as he stumbled back. It had been years, almost a decade at this point, but Rooster would’ve recognized that man even if he was blind.

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.

The reason why Rooster was stuck on a base as a lieutenant instead of being a commander out on a carrier. His hands were covered in Maverick’s blood. They were trembling. Distantly, Rooster heard police cars arrive on the scene, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way Maverick’s face was screwed up in pain as the paramedics lifted him onto a stretcher. Of all the people he could’ve saved, of all the people who could’ve been assigned to his base – Rooster felt dizzy. A hand on his upper arm yanked him out of his thoughts and his head shot to the side to look at the officer. He smiled reassuringly to him, glancing down at the blood on Rooster’s hands with a sympathetic wince.

“Come with me, son, we need your statement.”

“Y-yeah,” Rooster whispered quietly, eyes moving back to the ambulance as doors slammed and the siren turned on. “Is he–”

“Don’t ask yourself that, son,” the officer said quickly, cutting him off before he could even voice his question. “It’s best not to dwell on what might happen. You did your part. We’ll get your statement from you and then get you all cleaned up, and that’s as far as you need to worry about it now, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

The ambulance flew off into the night.

Rooster stared after it for a few seconds before the officer gently touched his shoulder again to get him to follow. His hands were shaking. They were covered in cooling blood. Rooster felt the rain picking up, starting to mix with the blood covering the pavement and making pink water drip from his finger tips. He let out a shaky breath. Inhale, exhale. The officer opened his car door and Rooster sat down, orders were easy. He could follow them.

[robinismywifee]

lust, not hatred || pt. 2

pairings dealer!ellie williams x fem!oc/reader

summary what happens after ellie and aime, enimies over the years at a college, hook up?

warnings NSFW, fingering (r receiving), dry scissoring?, dry humping, pet names (princess, babe, good girl), kinda kinky ellie?, slight choking, semi public sex?? (fingering while people r in the room), drinking, zaza, and WHIMPERING ELLIE.

a/n so nobody asked for a second part.. but i felt like it, so heres the last part, read part 1 if you havent already! sorry in advance this is super long, and PLEASE send me ellie requests!

wordcount 7.9k

part 1

the sound of banging at the door caused me to wake up.

my eyes squinted at the light coming out of my curtains, the loud noise at the door, and the pounding headache i had

once i fully gain consciousness, i looked around to see that i was in bed, naked, the white blankets sticking to my skin, and the feeling of my skin sticking to someone elses skin..

i scrunched my eyebrows confused, lifting up my head, only to shot up from where i was, "what the fuck?" i grumbled, causing the girl in my bed to stir awake

"tell whoevers at the door to shut up" ellie mumbled, shoving her head to the pillows more and squeezing her eyes shut harder, i ignored the tickley feeling i got in my stomach as she spoke with her grouchy and raspy morning voice

i went to speak up, but the voice behind the door beat me to it, "aime! wake the fuck up! i left my key and you were supposed to keep the door unlocked!"

i recognized the voice immediately, it was dina, and ellie did too, with scrunched eyebrows pulling her head from the comfort, only to make eye contact with me

i probably looked like shit, smeared makeup, crazy hair, sweaty and gross.. i dont even remember what happened last night, and i didnt have time to think, but as panic shot through me as i tried to figure out what to do, i stilled stopped to just admire for a quick moment how beautiful ellie looked.

ellies eyes trailed down, causing me to look down too, i quickly grabbed the blanket and brought it to cover my chest, fuck i literally just had my goddamn tits out and she fucking saw.

ellie looked over to her body, probably relieved that she was still in her bra and underwear, but her cheeks blushed red slightly as she realized that we, very obviously, fucked, well, she was definitely the one doing the fucking..

the banging on the door only got harsher, bringing us both back to reality, "fuck- i- can you- fuck!" i whisper-rambled, trying to figure out how to go about this

"uh- just- go get dressed, ill hide somewhere" ellie whispered, getting out of the bed, i could feel my face on fire from seeing ellie in her underwear, how could i not? she wore a pair of white boxer briefs and a grey calvin klein sports bra, i could see her cleavage pouring out slightly at the top as she bent over grabbing clothes from the ground-

ellie tossed me my underwear, i only blushed harder once i remembered i chose to wear girly floral lace underwear with a bow.

i didnt have time to go somewhere to change, i stood up, completely naked, and slipped on my underwear, i noticed brusing marks all down my body and all in my inner thighs by my heat, i felt myself grow wetter- ellie came around, only in her jeans and with one sock on, with a shirt in hand, shit, i can't believe im getting this fucking wet from this- but the thought of us doing it- and the sight of her like this..

"arms up" she mumbled, and at that i could have melted, i did what i was told, and she put my shirt on for me- she put my shirt on for me. god, i was on fire.

"it covers most the marks- and you normally sleep like that so she wont think anything of it, im gonna hide in your closet, okay?" she whispered, hands on my shoulders, i nodded my head, but her eyes went behind me, "oh fuck" she mumbled, and walked behind me, i watched her confused as she opened my cabinet, but it made sense once she took the shot glasses and vodka, we had shared from last night, and shoved them in to hide it

she then hurriedly grabbed her shoes, shirt, and sock, and slid into my closet, i shut it behind her and took a deep breath before unlocking my door and opening it

"jesus goddamn christ! took you fucking ages! i was starting to think you died!" she said loudly, pushing past me to get inside our room, i shut the door behind her and turned around to face her as she set her purse down and slid off her shoes, rambling about something like 'i never answered my phone last night' i dont really know, i had a pounding headache and all i was thinking about was trying to remember how me and ellie ended up tangled together both naked like that- i mean, ellie? of all people? how is that possible? the last thing-

"aime!" dina yelled loudly, "jesus christ, could you speak any louder?" i groaned, rubbing my temple, "did you hear anything i just said?" she asked, i shrugged, "didnt answer my phone?" i replied, but in a questioning tone as i wasnt really sure

"oh my god, you really are hung over! is it true? did you actually get along with her?" she asked coming closer to me

"huh? who?" i hummed, "you and ellie? i heard those rumors that you guys were dancing together and then disappeared together, and- holy fucky! are those love bites from her-"

what?! rumors of us like that spread that fucking fast? i sort of remember us dancing together but disappear-

fuck.. when we went to smoke..

i remember it now, slight graphic scenes of the memory came through, how i got these marks.. but after that, it was completely blank, i guess we just went back here and kept going at it-

"hello? aime! are you not listening again?" dina called, "oh, sorry, i dont know whats up with those rumors, you know we despise each other, and obviously this shit isnt from ellie! what kinda of animal do you think i am! but what was the last thing you said?"

"have you seen her? shes not answering her phone, and shes not at her dorm, i thought she was gonna be here but i guess not- and who are they from then?" dina asked

"oh no, last ive seen her was about a half hour after i got home from my last class, she was already here on your bed but i made her leave, and.. theyre from jason.." i lied

"oh? didnt know you guys were gonna do it, looks like he went hard.. anyways did she say if she was gonna go somewhere?"

"i dont know, maybe, i was ignoring her" i shrugged, not knowing what else to say, "weird.. wait, so did you end up going to the party? you look pretty fucked up and everyone i ask said they saw you"

"uh, yeah, i stopped by, i was looking for you and jesse, but i couldnt find you and went home"

"you stopped by? and you're sleeping in to 1pm? and why were you looking for us?"

"what! its 1pm?" i said with my eyes going wide, dina took a quick second to look at her phone, "its 1:12"

"fuck"

"yeah, so can you please explain to me why you randomly decided to go out get fucked up drunk and probably high, get fucked by jason, crash asleep with the door locked knowing i wasnt home, and skip all your morning classes?" she had her hands on her hips

"uh.." i stuttered rubbing my eyes, "you know.." i mumbled, "what? speak up" she said, i shrugged, "you know" i repeated, not daring to make eye contact, "no, i dont know, please inform me"

"just cause" i said, voice barley above whisper, "just cause what?" she repeated, "jesus christ, dina, could you just leave me the fuck alone and stop asking me a shit ton of fucking questions first thing i wake up, i have a pounding ass headache and i had important classes that i missed, i dont even know how none of my alarms went off, and im literally about to kill

myself!" i yelled angerly, more stressed then anger

"im not gonna leave you alone, im fucking concerned, sure you party once a week give or take, but getting this fucked up on a wednesday night after you were so adamant of not going from being so tired? what happened?"

"oh my god, dude, i barley remember, i just, i had a shit day, and when i got home i decided to have a fun night and release stress, so i drank some and smoke some, not that big a deal, i dont know why the door was locked, i probably was paranoid from the weed, nothing to be concerned, can you just- fetch me pain killers, and water?"

i ranted, and in the middle of my rant, i heard something fall from my closet, obviously i knew it was ellie, but it wasnt too loud, and i just kept on going, praying dina didnt hear

"did you hear that?"

fuck.

"hear what?"

"there was something moving in your closet"

"dina, i dont have time for this, can you please just be a good roomie and help me get over this hangover?" i tried to change the subject

"no, i swear to god i heard something like, in there, like-" dina began to walk to my closet,

"dina!" i exclaimed, causing her to turn, "why werent you here anyways, and why didnt i find you at the party?"

"oh, me and jesse left early, we went to his"

i nodded, "hey can i give you money for you to go buy me breakfast at the cafeteria?" i asked, already walking over to my wallet, hoping she forgot about the whole closet thing

"yeah, thats cool, for some reason everyone at that party either got shit faced drunk or left super early, so there shouldnt be much people there since theyre all still asleep"

"you're a life saver, thanks deen" i said with a smile, handing her money,  "mhm, just drink water, take ibuprofen, and lay in bed"

"yeah, yeah, i know, thank you again" i said with a smile

she opened the door to leave, but turned around, "oh, aime?" she called, my heart raced, scared of what she had to say, i hummed for her to continue, "what do you want me to get you?" she said, gesturing to the money, i sighed, loud enough for her to hear the sigh, i didnt mean to, but it just came out, "oh, uh, just pancakes and sausage please" she nodded, shutting the door

i sighed again, running up to the door, looking through the peep hole, she was already gone, turning the corner, i locked the door again, before going over to the closet door, sliding it open

"what was that?" i exclaimed, watching as she, now fully clothed and with her shoes on, got up with the smuggest look ever, "what was what?" she questioned with a yawn

my eyes squinted in disbelief, why is she acting so casual? like nothing happen? like we didnt wake up arms squeezing each together, her half naked and me fully-

"the noise! she almost caught us!" i slightly shouted, ellie brought her hands up defending herself, "woah, woah, calm down, she didn't, so it doesnt matter"

"doesnt matter? could you imagine explaining that to her- or- or how humiliating it would have been for me? for us?"

ellie stared back at me blankly as i freaked out, "so what was the noise? what'd you break?" i crossed my arms waiting a response

"oh, right, my phone fell out of my pocket" she shrugged, the mention of phones caused me to look around the room, "looking for this?" she said, shoving my phone to my face, "what? how did yo- why do you have it?" i asked, looking up to her

"oh, i dunno, i guess you asked me to hold to it last night, it was in my pocket" she shrugged, licking her teeth with a small clicking noise after, to fill the awkward tension and silence

i stared blankly at her, trying to figure her out, why is she acting so normal? is this a common thing for her?

ellie dangles the phone in front of me, "so you gonna take it.. orrr?"

i slowly lifted my hand up and grabbed it from her, i broke the eye contact to look down at my phone, "its dead" she simple stated, i pressed the on button snd sure enough- the empty battery popped up, signaling for me to charge it

as i looked at the dead phone, my mind trained thoights, trying to figure out how to go about this and what to say next, i felt her eyes peircing me, the silence was painful, you would be able to hear an ant crawl.

"just gonna stare at your dead phone? cant even look at me?" her voice was just above a whisper, and god why was her voice so perfect- so soothing- her words went down to my core, i tried to ignore it, but instead ended up focusing on how close she was to me- which wasnt helping

as i still stared at the black screen- really i was looking out the corner of my eye to her- ellie brought her hand up, i didnt know what she was doing, my breathing got heavier as her hand went to my neck, forcefully pulling me closer to her, out of suprise, i low whimper slipped out my throat

i was immediately embarrassed, i tried to stay calm, but i knew my face was bright red, and i knew she noticed the way my chest rose up and down

her hand on my throat tightened, as she looked down at me, my head was pointed to her but my eyes were still to the ground, "look at me princess" she whispered, voice deep, my eyes slowly trailed up her body, and to her eyes, my eyebrows were furred from being so turned on- but also fear.

"good.." she whispered, her grip loosened, rubbing her thunb on my jawline, her head was tilted up, as she bit her buttom lip watching me- she knew i felt small, scared- but she also knew i wanted more.

"repeat after me-" she started, i felt my eyes water from lack of blinking, i didn't want to look away from her scared of what she would do.

"last night never happened" she said with a ruff voice, pressing her lips together in a line, waiting for me to repeat, i gulped, praying silently that when i spoke no moans came out.

"l-last night.." i stuttered, stopping myself to take a breath and contain myself, "never, happened" i felt proud that no noises came out, especially after ellie praised me— "good girl"

i stared at ellie as she still held me by the throat, i hummed a whine as her gripped went super tight on my neck- pulling me even closer to her, leaving about an inch in between us

ellie leaned in to my ear, her hot breath tickled, "i should probably get going" she whispered so quietly, but it was right in my ear drum that i heard every edge and crisp of her sentance

ellie slowly pulled away, a lopsided smirk on her face, knowing what she had just caused, as she let go of my neck, and walked to my door, not even glancing over her shoulder as she left, leaving me completely frozen- leaving me high and dry.

i had been trying my best to avoid ellie, it had been about 3 weeks since everything happened, and i still think about it every night.

it was super hard avoiding her, considering she was always in my dorm, so ive been camping out inside my friends dorm, her name was adriana, we've been close friends for awhile now and so ive just been sleeping over basically every night.

anytime i caught a glimpse of ellie, i prayed she didnt see me, and ran the other way

we also had a class together, history, and ive been skipping it everyday, but i needed to go to it monday, we had a test that day and i couldnt miss it, ive been trying to mentally prepare myself, its friday so i still had a few days

i layed next to adriana, in her bed, the walking dead playing in the background, when i got a call from dina

i picked up, obviously, "hey"

"hey aimeeeee" she stretched out my name, high pitched voice, i immediately knew she was gonna ask something

"oh god, what do you want?"

"well, its just, i know you said you aren't avoiding me, but it really feels like you are, i mean you've been glued to adriana for weeks! i never see you"

"just get the point please" i sighed

"can you come with me to a movie night at davies? its just gonna be the gang! and you can pick a movie, even if we have to pay for it, just pleaseeeee, i miss you so much, we all do!"

davey was jesses close friend, and 'the gang' usually meant, dina, jesse, me... and ellie.

i sighed, i felt super bad, guilty, i cant tell dina why i was being weird, so she assumed it was her.

"is-" i started, but stopped myself, should i ask? i hope she doesnt think anything of it, but i need to make sure so im prepared

"is?" dina questioned, pushing me to continue, "is ellie gonna be there?"

"uhh, yeah, i said the gang, did i not?" dina questioned herself

"yeah.. no, you did.."

"is there something going up with you two?"

"what? no! i just, wanted to make sure who was gonna be there! and- can i bring adri?" i asked, trying to change the subject

"yeah, of course, are you gonna come here to get ready or should i meet you at my car?"

"i have everything i need here, just meet at the car, what time?" i asked, everything poured out of my lips, i couldnt back down now

"is an hour good?"

"yeah, thats good"

"okay! thanks, i love you! see you soon!"

dinas bright voice cheered, and hung up before i could back down

i sighed, tossing my phone on the bed, looking over to adri, "so why are you avoiding dina? you ever gonna tell me?" she asked, "im not avoiding her! i just- shut up, and get ready"

"okay, weirdo, dont even ask me if i wanna go just force me" she mumbled jokingly, turning off the TV.

i know it was just a movie night, but i was silently stressing over what to wear. i had just gotten done with my light makeup and straightened hair, and was shuffling through my bag

i had already changed into a thin laced black thong..

"are you good?" adri asked, noticing my stress, "im fine" i said in a stern voice, "you sure?" she asked, i didnt answer, obviously i wasnt doing fine but she was annoying me by asking, "you know if you dont wanna go that badly, you dont have to" she said, concern laced her voice

"i would be a shit friend if i canceled! im fine!"

i yelled, quickly after, sighing, realizing i was being a shit friend from bursting out like that when she literally did nothing wrong, "im sorry adri, im just really stressed right now" i said quietly

"its okay, what are you stressed from?" she asked gently, "what should i wear?" i asked shyly, adri let out a small laugh, "wear? why are you worried about that, its just the gang, we're only watching movies in the dark, nobodies gonna see"

i looked up from the ground to her face with a 'seriously?' look displayed, "sorry, just uh, just wear something comfy and cozy, like pajama pants and any top, or pajama shorts and a hoodie, im gonna wear this" she said, looking down at her outfit, she wore leggings and a pink tied die shirt, adri had black leggings and a floral tanktop on, she was wearing the most basic outfit ever, but she looked so good. she was so effortlessly pretty. i bet ellies gonna want her over me.

i decided on black short shorts, they had hellokitty on the side with pink ties, i chose them because they're comfy.. definitely not because you can see my ass whenever i walk.. and i just wore a pink nike hoodie, adri helped me pick the outfit

i brushed my teeth, sprayed extra prefume and triple checked myself in the mirror, before we were out the door

we found dinas car in the parking lot, her headlights were on and in the same spot as always

once we got to the car, i realized ellie wasnt there, i smiled, relived, but quickly became concerned

"hey, wheres ellie?" i asked as dina started driving, "jeez, what's actually up with you guys" jesse laughed from the passenger seat, "i know thats what i was saying" dina mumbled

"what are both of you talking about? nothings changed, i just wanted to know if she was gonna be there, its not that deep" i said annoyed

"wheres aime? have you seen aime?" dina mocked in a lower pitch voice, "wheres ellie? is ellie gonna be there?" jesse mocked in a higher pitched voice

"you two are constantly asking about one another, you never did that before, and now you basically moved to adriannas dorm, and ellie said you dont show up for history? the only class you two share. somethings up, i mean i thought you were avoiding me, but now im starting to think youre avoiding her" dina explained

"im not avoiding her! i dont care about her enough to do that, im not avoiding anyone, i just, enjoy sleeping over adri's and the change of scenery was nice" i tried my best to come up with a lie, but they hummed "mhmm" clearly not believing it

"ugh, whatever, are you even gonna answer my question?"

"you arent answering ours truthfully! but what was your question?" dina peaked over her shoulder for a moment

i bit my lip, of course i have to repeat it. "where is she"

"where is who?" dina smirked, "you know who" i mumbled, "whats it to you anyway? if you dont care enough to avoid her why do you care enough to constantly ask about her?"

"just wanna know if this is gonna be a fun night, or a really annoying one!" i exclaimed, dina sighed, "shes already at davies"

"fuck" i whisper-mumbled, i didnt mean to say it out loud, but it slipped out, i felt everyone turn to look at me, "what?" i said annoyed, causing everyone to look away

i just wanna be home- well adrianas dorm, not home

the rest the ride was silent with light music playing in the back, "we're here"dina said, pulling into the driveway

jesse knocked at the door, a few seconds later, davey opened up, we all greeted him and he greeted us with quick hugs

"ellies already in the living room" davey said, pointing his thumb behind him, he lead us to the living room, me and adri were the last people to follow in line, there were two couches, dina, jesse, and davey sat at the big one.. leaving one more seat open, and ellie sat at the small one that only had one seat on that, leaving me and adri to look at eachother

ellie seemed to not pay any attention, smoking a blunt and scrolling on her phone, her legs spread, she wore a grey wife beater, and dark navy blue pajama plants, her boxers poking out.. and god did she look hot

"aime, can i please sit next to davey?" adri whispered with puppy eyes, "i mean, you said nothing was up with you and ellie, its not that bad" she added, i sighed, i literally have been such an ass lately, and have been sleeping over her dorm every single day, and she had a crush on davey, i couldnt just tell her no

"yeah its fine, i dont really care" i said with a nod, "oh, are you sure?" she asked "go ahead, im sure" i nodded, with a small smile she jumped up a little bit in excitement, joining on the big couch with davey

i suddenly felt cold, wishing i wore sweatpants, i grabbed blanket and sat down next to ellie

the room was filled with everyone talking and laughing, catching up, and trying to figure out what to watch, while me and ellie were silent, i was silent because i didnt really wanna be here, and was uncomfortable, ellie was silent since she wasnt paying attention, she didnt even notice me sit down next to her

i peaked over at her phone, i felt myself form a frown at the sight of her on text messages, texting some girl named 'cat' i didnt have time to read everything, but one of the texts cat said was, "i miss u" and "when can u come over again baby" but i quickly compose myself with a deep breath and spreading the blanket around my legs, theres nothing to be sad about. it was a hudge drunken mistake.

but they way ellie said i was hers? the way she acted during it? the marks i still had from her?

i guess the sigh caught ellies attention, i saw in the corner of my eye, her peak up to me slightly, looking back at her phone, but very quickly after looking back up to me, now realizing who sat next to her, hell she's probably only seen me once or twice within these 3 weeks, and thats just me walking past her in halls, but here i was sitting down inches away from her

i didnt realize when i sat down, but i actually sat pretty close to her, also considering she manspreading, our legs almost touched.

"oh shit" ellie laughed, eyes pouring to my skull as i stared straight ahead at the TV, "i thought you died"

it was silent between me and her for a moment, "whats the matter? cant speak to me anymore princess?" ellies hand went to tuck hair behind my ear, but i got up, walking out, "aime" dina called, "hm?" i turned around, "where you going?"

"the bathroom" i replied, quickly exiting. i made my way to davies bathroom, i went to splash water on my face but remembered i had makeup on, so i just double checked how i looked in the mirror and took a few deep breaths

"hey aimees, is the return of the living dead alright for our first movie?" davey asked, i noticed his arm around adrianas shoulders, i made a mental note to fuck with her about that later, "yeah of course, i love 80s horror" i nodded

i made my way to the couch ellie was at, she was still smoking her blunt, legs still open wide, but her eyes were on me, on my theighs, and she jad the blanket i brought over on her

"seriously? that was my blanket" i mumbled sitting down, making sure to sit far this time, "what, you cant share?" she smirked, her right hand was also drapped over the back of the couch, so now her arm was around me.

"c'mon, come closer" ellie said, lifting the blanket, i was really cold. i had goosebumps. so i sighed and scooted closer, but i accidentally scooted too close, our legs were touching, and it was too late to move back, and ellie spreaded out the blanket, as it rested on both our laps

"i love the shorts you're wearing, i can see your ass perfectly, i know you did that on purpose" she whispered, i felt myself blush, trying to get comfortable and ignore her as the movie started

"stop being so tense, just relax and get comfy, here" ellie whispered, passing the blunt, i looked up to her before taking it, taking deep puffs, ellies arm fell from the back of the couch to my shoulders, wrapping around me and pulling me closer, i scrunched my brows, pushing her hand off me, "what are you doing?" i whispered, she shrugged, "its comfy" she brought her hand back around my shoulder, pulling me even closer so that my back was half on her chest

i only stayed there because the room was too dark and everyone was invested in the movie so they didnt know

we were about 20 minutes into the movie when one of the girls decided to get completely nude, showing off her tits and pussy

ellies hand moved off of my shoulder, i was confused of why she took it off but then her hand went under the blanket and gripped my thigh.

i decided to just ignore it, not giving in, ignoring the wetness that grew

only a few minutes past when i felt her move her hand higher up and more on my inner thigh.

i turned to her and whispered, "what are you doing ellie?"

ellie smirked, "you know what im doing princess" she whispered back, i looked back to everyone else, theyre eyes were glued to the screen, exepct for jesse as he seemed to be falling asleep on dina

"theyre not gonna see, just keep it down, can you do that for me?" ellie whispered to my ear, fuck, i cant say no

ellie didnt wait for a response, she started pressing kisses underneath my ear, rubbing her thumb on my warm thigh, "fuck" she grunted in my ear lowly, i felt myself soaking

ellies hand trailed up more, her hand went under my loose shorts and her fingertips brushed against my slit every so slightly.

i let out a heavy but quiet breath, "shit, you're already soaking, i didnt even do anything, you want me that bad?" she whispered, i pressed my thighs together to get any type of friction

"all you have to do is ask baby" her mouth was right at my ear, i turned to her looking up, "mm'pleasee ellie, i need you so bad" i moaned in a whisper- i was thankful that the TV was turned up super high and everyone practically forgot me and ellie were even here

"yeah? its okay baby, i got you, just be quiet, can you do that?" her voice made me 10x more turned on. "mhm" i nodded

ellie rubbed her middle finger up my pussy until it reached my clothed clit and rubbed in circles, i bit my tongue to stop noises as my breathing got heavy

"you're doing so good" ellie whispered, pressing more kisses to my neck, "m' need more ellie.. please" i whimpered quietly, "fuck, i love it when you say my name" ellies voice was higher pitched, she was obviously very turned on too, which made me even more turned on, she pulled my thong to the side, collecting all the slick in her fingers letting out a grunt

"ready princess? no noises okay?" ellie whispered, i nodded, biting my lip as her finger slid into me, i gripped onto ellies sweatpants under the blanket

"good girl" ellie whimpered, as she started to pump her finger in and out, i started to move my hips slightly, trying to get more, ellie added another finger, pumping faster, i felt myself growing closer- when ellie pulled out, i breathed out heavily at the loss, turning to her with a confused look, ellie moved my panties back to cover my slick, brought her hand out, and sucked on her two fingers that were covered, i heard her let out a grunt as she sucked

once she licked her fingers clean, she pulled out, her lips were plumped, face was pink, and she looked so goddamn hot, "lets get a room" she whispered, "what? are you crazy? theyre gonna see us both gone"

ellie slowly got up and lightly stepped to the hallway, nobody noticed, and she made hand movements for me to follow, i sneaked around and made it to her, she grabbed my hand in hers and dragged me to the spare bedroom davey had, she pushed me against the door aggressively as she connected our lips, i moaned as i tasted myself in her mouth, ellie grabbed my theighs as i jumped onto her, my legs wrapping around her waist

i moved my hips, grinding against ellies lower abdomen, "so goddamn needy" ellie grunted in between our kisses, "i need you ellie" i moaned

we continued are very sloppy kisses, i could feel drool dripping onto my chin as her tongue was down my throat, as she brought me to the bed, her hands squeezing my ass in the process, dropping me down onto the bed i watched as she untied her pants and dropped them down, i could cum from just that.

ellie crawled back over me, shoving off my shorts her hands gripping my neck as she pressed sloppy kisses over the marks she left last time

ellie pulled me to sit up, as she took off my hoodie, "no bra?" she laughed, before darkening the previous hickies she made

ellies hand began to rub my clothed clit again, i was a moaning mess. something about her.

ellie was in between my legs as my legs wrapped back around her waist as she rubbed me and we kissed

once i started grinding onto her, she moved her hands to grip my hips helping me grind her

i grinded harder as i heard a whimper fall from ellies mouth, i felt her grinding with me too

our foreheads were rested agaisnt eachother as we both grinded fast, my nails digging into ellies back, our breaths both heavy

ellie stopped, she lifted her left leg over my right, and bent my left leg to her chest, moving my panties over and started grinding our clits together, she still had her boxers on, but it still felt like i was in heaven, and judging by her whimpers, she felt that way too.

she gripped onto my breats, grinding harder into my pussy, "fuck, feels' so good" she had her eyebrows scrunched and her voice was high pitched, i never thought i'd see this side of her, compared to the last time we fucked, she was being so much different

i threw my head back and started arch my back, "ellie!" i repeatedly moaned, "m' gonna cum ellie"

"fuck! aime, i fucking love.." ellie moaned, i moaned with my eyes rolling back as i came undone, ellie whimpered as she also came undone also, "..you" she breathed, finishing her sentance, still grinding a bit, and it wasnt till i opened up my eyes and saw her face when i realized what she had just said.

———

aimes diary!!

dont fucking open!

its the next friday, i moved back into my dorm, everythings kinda the same, ellie and i still ‘hated eachother’ we still bickered and she still made me irritated any chance she got

we also hooked up tuesday, she slept over my dorm (in dinas bed) like how she always does, but when dina fell asleep, she fucked me in the bathroom

i cant get enough of her, sex with her is the best sex i’ve ever had in my whole entire life. ive also only really had plain ass sex untill her. she knows what i like, she knew what i liked before i even knew it.

i hope us sneaking around continues, im starting to think i dont actually hate her.. i mean, yeah, ive come to the conclusion shes hot as fuck snd could do anything to me and i’d probably get wet as she does it- but she still pisses me off. she gets on my nerves. but also, i like her getting on my nerves because when we fuck, its like we’re getting rid of all that stress, and shes been flirting a lot lately. she gets me so flustered, its embarrassing

i think she’s supposed to come ove

HOLY FUCK!! ELLIES HE

____

“what are you writing in your- is that a fucking diary?” ellie said as she came in the door, dina following behind, “no? im not 10! what are you doing here?” i shot back, knowing damn well it is a diary, “so if it isnt a diary, let me see it”

“what? no!”

“if its not a diary, then why cant i?”

“because i write private shit, asshole” i said, okay maybe i do hate her, i shut my book and opened my bedside tables cabinet, tossing it in, “its definitely a diary” ellie whispered to dina

“okay guys, chill out it hasnt even been one minute since you two are in the same room and you’re already fighting”

“cause shes being a bitch”

i answered, “as always” i added

dina sighed as we continued arguing, “shut up, you like when im a bitch to you and you know it” ellie said sitting down onto dinas bed next to her

“why the fuck would i?” i definitely do like it but i would never admit

“because you like the attention from me” yes, i definitely do

“yeah, sure” i mumbled

“yo, aimees, you’re going to a party with us, bring adri” dina said, going over to her desk to do her makeup

“i dont even get to say yes or no?” i asked

“nope, get ready!” dina smiled

“and be quick, you always take 20 hours for no reason” ellie added, i looked over to her and she was on her phone, she seemed to be texting someone, i wonder if she was texting cat..

“stop staring and move your ass” ellie deadpanned, “what? fuck off, i was not staring” i said, i definitely was, and got up to get ready

i didnt do much makeup, just my eyes and some nose contour since ellie said i was taking forever (even though dina was still getting ready too)

“what should i wear?” i asked after i did my hair, i looked to dina for an answer but ellie replied, “why do you always have to ask, who are you trying to impress? its a damn college party, the same people are there every time”

“fuck you, i wasnt even talking to you” i flipped her off, looking to dina, “hmm, you got that new dress, right?” she asked nicely

“oh yeah, but you know how they didnt have dressing rooms?” i asked, she gave a nod, “yeah when you were in class i tried it on, it was cute but super tight at the top and really showy, i might return it”

“no! you cant return it, you got it on sale! go try it on for me” dina shooed

i tried on the dress, it was a black silk dress, the top had lace and it was sleeveless, and the back was opened so i couldnt wear a bra with it

i got changed, for the first time i felt super insecure changing with ellie watching me..

“okay, should i wear it?”

“yes, it’s perfect, now lets get adriana and leave” ellie said getting up, before i could respond, she shoved me out the dorm and we were on our way.

just like how we were a month ago, we were on opposite sides of the room, her manspreading on the couch selling drugs, me and adri on the dance floor having fun

it had been about an hour and a half since we had gotten here, i kept on stealing glances at ellie, every single time, she was already looking at me

i was dancing, i wasnt that drunk, only a few drinks since i didnt wanna deal with a hangover tomorrow, when i glanced behind me and saw ellie biting her lip watching my ass, she didnt notice i saw her, so i started shaking my ass to the beat for her, once the song ended, i saw davey making his way to adri, “hey adri,” he smiled, “hey aime, do you care if i steal adri from you a few songs?” he asked shyly, “go ahead” i laughed, “you gonna be okay aimees?” adri asked, “yeah in gonna go to the bathroom, have fun, wear a condom” i said before walking away

i purposely walked past ellie, making eye contact with her, before going to the bathroom

i waited until she opened the door, finding me waiting infront

i went to speak but she cut me off with her lips, pushing me against the sink, gripping my hips at my dress, “been teasing me all night” ellie hummed in between our kiss, once i started grinding onto her, my dress started riding up to my hips, she gripped at my upper thighs, her fingertips right at my lips, “fuck- ellie, i cant stop thinking about you” i breathed, “poor baby, i havent touched you in days” ellie whispered, kissing my cheek, rubbing circles to my theigh

“how are you always this wet when we barley done anything?” she whispered, a banging knock came to the door, “hurry up im literally gonna piss myself!” a girl yelled, “fuck off! im busy” ellie yelled, bringing her lips to mine, the girl kept on knocking but we ignored her

ellie pulled my dress down, sucking her lips to my nipples, teasting them in between her fingers, ellie pulled the dress up more, in scrunched in the middle of my body, she bent over a bit, and spit down to my pussy, she definitely didnt need to, i was already soaking, but god how did she make spitting hot?

ellie rubbed her spit along my slit, before she pressed both her fingers in, i gripped onto her hair with my right hand, my left hand being gripped to the sink, i pulled ellie down to kiss me as she moved her fingers in me painfully slow

“ellie.. please” i begged, and begged, until, she started actually moving, her fingers slammed in and out, as i grinded my hips, onto her, she had her mouth to my boobs sucking on them as she fingered me

“fuck, ellie- im gonna-” i whimpered, she moved off my tits to speak, “not till i say so princess”

i focused on not cumming, but she made it near impossible as she moved her other hand, rubbing my clit it circles, i mumbled her name and begs over and over, “just a little longer, do it for me” she grunted, before she pushed me closer to her, my pussy hanging off the edge, and she got on her knees and mumbled a quick now, bringing her opened mouth to my pussy pulling her fingers out, with my tighten stomach, i let go and felt myself release into her mouth, i watched as she sucked on all the cum that fell into her mouth, before bringing her tongue up to lick me clean, sucking on her fingers too

i was left panting as she pulled back up my underwear, and fixed my dress to cover me again, pulling me down off the sink

she pulled my hips in and started kissing me so more, she always kissed me after she had a taste of me, “you’re my favorite dessert babe, you taste so fucking good” she said in a low voice pulling away

SHE CALLED ME BABE!!!

i blushed, looking down, we stood there for a few moment, until the sound of banging came again, a girl humming for ‘whoevers in there to get out’

“we should probably go” ellie whispered, moving away from me to the door, but i grabbed her hand and turned her around, “wait ellie?”

“yea?” she asked, “uhm..”

“what is it?” she came close to me, her hand on my jaw, “i.. what are we doing?” i asked looking up to her

“what do you mean?” she asked, “you know what i mean” i shook my head, but she just stared confused, i sighed, “i mean, what are we? what does us sneaking around fucking mean? are we just.. fuck buddies? or..”

“oh..”

i looked up to her, i really dont wanna be just that

“i dont wanna make things weird between us, but, as much as you get on my nerves, i.. actually..” i started

i cant believe im admitting this..

“i actually, really.. really like you, and you’re like really fucking hot- and you’re super cool, and way out of my league, and you remember small things about me, actually i think you know me better then i know myself and you definitely have fucked me the best anyone else ever has, and i dont even bat an eye at the people i used to find hot, i only have eyes for you- and i know you probably dont want me to bring it up but the thing you said last friday- i know that was like in the heat of the moment and you dont actually- but that ma-”

ellie cut off my confession and whole thought processes as she shoved her lips to my face

but this kiss was different.

the other ones was just full of anger, lust, jealousy

this one was full of something i dont know. it wasnt agressive, it wasnt rushed, it wasnt sloppy, it was passionate, but slow, very sweet

ellie slowly pulled away resting her forehead agianst mine, hands on my hips, both our mouths were slightly opened, both our faces were flushes read, and both our hearts were beating crazy fast

“i meant it.. i didn’t mean to say it.. but all the time that ive been an asshole to you, ive liked you, everything i say i hate about you, is what i love the most.. you are the most perfect girl ever, and i’ve never felt that strongly towards anyone, and.. i was scared.. and i didnt know how to react, so i pushed my feelings away, and started being a bitch, i dont really know why, i guess just cause that way if i entered a room, you knew i was there, and that way you never would have guessed i liked you, cause if we were friends this whole time i would have been so obvious, plus i liked your attention, and i was also always jealous like no matter what, if i saw you walk down the hall with anyone, i wanted to punch them till they passed out, if i walked into you and dina in the same bed i would always shove you off cause i didnt want you near another person, when i found out you were sleeping over adriana’s all those days, god i was pissed- fuck, im so embarrassing i dont know why im telling you all this, i only had 2 beers- but im sorry ive been such a dick all these years..

i want you to be mine, i need you to be mine, i love so much you aime”

[cutekawako]

FEM! KAWAII FASHION READER x BOYFRIEND SMUT

warnings: blowjob, unprotected sex, upskirts, demanding boyfriend?? lol, dominate boyfriend, mention of vomit / choking, grinding, female reader

BF/N = Boyfriends Name

Y/N = Your Name

F/C = Favorite Color

it was a normal day like usual. you wake up, wash your face, and throw on some cute clothes. specifically a cute frilly mini skirt and a hoodie, along with some thigh high socks. today was also the day you asked BF/N to come over. as you were doing your makeup, you hear a *ding!* from your phone. BF/N was finally here! you quickly went to answer the door.

“hello y/n, i missed you”

he gave you a hug as he walked in. you both walk up the stairs, your boyfriend behind you. he is looking up your skirt you can feel it..

once you entered your room with your boyfriend, you decide to play some video games. you walk over to you F/C pc set up. your boyfriend sits down first, and you follow, sitting on his lap. he grunts slightly as you wriggle around and get comfortable. as you load up your favorite game, BF/N holds your waist, and you feel something…. hard against your butt through your panties.

“B-BF/N!!” you yelp out to him.

“Y/N, y-your really making this hard for me…”

“do you need me to…. help with your issue..?” your now visibly blushing

“please.” he says quietly

both of you get up, BF/N guides you back onto your bed, you plopping onto it as he kisses your lips softly. you and him switch positions, and your now sitting in his lap, feeling his bulge against your clothed pussy. your now moving your hips painfully slowly back and forth onto BF/N’s clothed dick.

“Y/N… can we please do it?….”

you nod your head, then after taking off your shirt to reveal your adorable looking bra that complements your chest very well.

BF/N starts to kiss you again, grabbing your chest, and bucking his hips up into you, grinding onto you making you so wet… you pull away from the kiss, and slide off your panties off, skirt still on. but BF/N unzips your skirt.

“i want this off of you babe…”

you obey, of course. you now only have your bra left on which BF/N unclips right after your skirt is slipped off. he gets ontop of you and unzips his tight pants, with a nice visible bulge. he slips off his boxers along with it, and discards both his pants and boxers to the other end of the room.

“are you ready for this?”

you nod, “yes, please… BF/N….”

he instantly slips his cock into your wet, tight entrance. you squeezed around him so so well… his pace starts off slow and gentle, he leans down kissing you and grabbing your waist in the middle of fucking you. your eyes roll back and you wrap your legs and fan your hands around the back of his neck. he picks up his pace feeling you tighten and the lewd noises coming from your skin slapping together. you feel the knot in your stomach forming, your so close.

“B-BF/N!! im so close…!”

“come on my cock babe…”

thats all it took for you to come undone around your boyfriends dick, your body pulsed at the pleasure that spread throughout your body. BF/N pulls out and then.

“get on your knees.”

he demands, standing up next to the edge of your bed. you slowly but quickly make your way on the floor to your knees, and take his cock in your mouth. he grabs the back of your head, and is literally fucking your pretty face, making you gag, and tear up.

“fuck… Y/N… im cumming…”

he cums all the way down your throat, your eyes rolling back again, feeling the urge to vomit from it being so deep in your throat. he pulls out, and pats your head. you rest your head against his thigh instantly. BF/N picks you up and lays you on the bed, and slips his boxers back on, and leaves the room for a minute, coming back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water.

“sorry for being so rough baby, i got ahead of myself, you just feel so good.”

you blush, BF/N puts the glass down on the pink end table and opens your legs gently, wiping your slit down with the warm cloth. he tucks you in, gives you a sip of water, and joins you in bed, cuddling until the two of you fall asleep in eachothers arms…

how nice it is to have such a cute girlfriend…. 🤍

hope everyone enjoyed this, it took awhile to write, so give me some feedback since its my first time writing this stuff!

[needylovers]

just a little imagine for u guys

warnings: nsfw, 18+

im laying on my bed wearing my fuzzy socks and a matching pajama set, a pair of tiny white silk shorts and a matching tank top, no bra or panties on.

im reading my book when i hear you come in my room. you take one look at how cute i look, how innocent i am, and decide that you want to be the one to take me for the first time. so you walk up to me and gently rub the back of my legs with your palm, inching your hand up my smooth legs.

“what are you doing?” i murmur as i close my book and put it on my end table.

“nothing, sweetheart,” you say as you gently flip me on my back. “just relax, alright, darling?"

i nod innocently as i look up at you as you continue to work your hand up my thighs. your hand comes to the apex of my thighs and i look at you with wide eyes.

“baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” you say as your fingers dance across the hem of my tiny sleep shorts. “can i?”

i nod and lift my hips so you can pull my shorts down, revealing my waxed and untouched pussy.

“wanna be the one to ruin you, baby” you growl as you pull off my shorts.

i look up at you, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. “p-please…” my quiet voice finally breaks the silence.

“please what? use your words, honey” you taunt.

“p-please make me yours,” i whimper as i feel my pussy starting to tingle with need.

“oh, baby,” you moan as you drop you your knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed as you kneel on the floor.

you hook one of my legs over your shoulder as your mouth kisses up my thighs until you reach my aching pussy.

i whine and try to buck my hips to meet your face, but you make a tsk tsk sound. “so needy…"

“please daddy?” i whimper innocently.

“relax, baby, daddy’ll take good care of you, yeah?” you ask as you press your mouth to my pussy, licking up and down my slit, but refusing to touch my clit.

“please” i beg as my hips rise to meet you tongue.

you take your hands and hold down my hips as you dive your tongue into my swollen folds. “patience, baby"

i whimper and whine as you lick my slit.

you finally kitty lick my clit and my hips stutter as i let out an obscene moan. “fuck!” i cry out.

“good girls don’t use bad language, do they?” you ask, pulling away for a moment to scold me.

“i-im sorry, daddy,” i whisper with a pout.

“good girl,” you kiss my clit before wrapping your lips around it and sucking, hard.

“oh, god!” i cry out as i feel a wave of ecstasy wash over my. “so good- so good,” i babble

“yeah?” you ask against my cunt, your mouth working wonders, “who’s making you feel good, baby?"

“you are!” i sob out. i gaps when i feel him inch two fingers inside my tight cunt and i squeeze around his fingers.

“ease up, honey,” you softly say, gently rubbing circles on my clit to distract me from the uncomfortable invasion of your fingers into my untouched canal.

i moan as i feel your fingers on my sensitive nub but i relax, loosening my pussy.

“there’s my girl,” you say as you gently work two fingers in and out of my sopping hole.

“oh,” i moan as i close my eyes, feeling your fingers hit places i didn’t know existed. “please please”

“poor baby doesn’t even know what she’s begging for,” you coo as your fingers move at a quick pace.

i try to shove your hand off my clit, but you continue rubbing fast circles on the oversensitive bud of nerves and i cry out as i clamp around your fingers.

“f-feels so good, daddy,” i sob as my hips raise off the bed, the stimulation becoming too much.

“is my baby gonna cum?” you ask, mockingly, refusing to slow down your movements.

“m- nngh~“ i cry out as i feel a pool of warmth form in my lower abdomen. “please don’t stop” i cry out.

“shh” you softly say as you kiss my pretty pink lips.

i sigh as i kiss you back before your lips travel down my neck, gently nipping and kissing at the sensitive skin.

“g-gonna cum-“ i stutter as you hit my g-spot with your fingers, your other hand working small, but fast circles onto my clit.

“yeah? cum for me, you little slut” you growl.

your words send me over the edge as i try to clamp my legs shut, but you hold them open by taking your fingers off my clit momentarily to keep my legs spread open before putting the pad of your finger back on my throbbing button.

i babble out incoherent words as i feel myself clamp around your fingers and cum with a sob.

“shh, i’ve got you, baby,” you say as you work me through my orgasm, gently rubbing my clit to further stimulate me.

“c-can’t” i whimper. “too much"

“too much, baby?” you ask, not stopping your movement on my throbbing clit.

i try to jerk my hips away, but you keep them in place as you work the bud into overestimation.

you eventually pull your fingers from my pussy, a line of arousal dripping from my hole as it webs on your fingers.

i whimper as you pull your fingers out, my cunt contracting around nothing.

“open, baby,” you say, and i immediately open my mouth. you put your fingers — that were just in my cunt ��� in my mouth, and i swirl my tongue around your digits, tasting myself. i close my eyes and let out a soft moan.

“there you go; taste yourself, honey,” you say. after a moment, you pull your fingers from my mouth.

i look up at you with dazed eyes. “felt good, daddy"

“yeah? did i make my girl feel good?” you ask, kissing my forehead.

“mmhm” i murmur. “want- want your cock in me” i whisper.

“oh, baby” you groan. “another time, yeah? you’re tired, and i want your first time to be special"

i nod. “okay” i whisper.

you kiss the top of my head. “i love you, you know that, right?” you ask as you slip in bed next to me, pulling me to lay on your chest.

“i love you, too.”

first time writing something like this … hope u enjoyed :)

[numberonecodwomenfan]

Konig is a bagel with ALL the toppings kinda guy. Cream cheese. Capers. Lox. A pickle if he's feeling fancy. Eats it like a sandwich. Horks one of these fucking beautiful breakfast masterpieces down every chance he gets (Horangi is ever so slightly disgusted by this but then he tries one and is Immediately Converted. Horangi eats the same thing except he delicate chews his way through every bite while Konig is very obviously having a religious experience per meal)

Yes on the gefilte fish being gross. Will absolutely knock your socks off with matzo ball soup. Konig's got the works. Chicken, carrots, onions, celery that melts in your mouth. Noodles. Massive matzo balls. Richest broth you've ever tasted. He makes a giant pot every Friday night for the KORTAC crew and you get to watch people literally draw blood in an attempt to score a bowl.

Somehow can eat his breakfast bagel sandwich without spilling a thing but tries to enjoy sufangoyit and is utterly unable to keep jelly off of himself. It'll be Somewhere. It's Inevitable. The price he must pay.

On his days off I know he absolutely fucks up a bowl of charoset. He's just munching and dipping with his left hand and in the other he's got the bottle of wine he used. Obviously manischewitz.

One time Horangi tried to give Konig wine bc Konig said he liked it and Konig just stares at the Distinctly Not manischewitz bottle in his hand like "oy vey what is this"

Keeps a mezuzah in the pocket most soldiers put alcohol or cigars. Taps it against the door of whatever barracks hes sleeping in when he enters the first time but never leaves it there.

Always has little tea lights that he lights on Fridays when he's deployed. Exceptionally gentle anytime a mission is on a Friday night or Saturday. He knows he has to do his job, but he's less... Bloody. On those missions. Something about putting enemies to rest rather than "taking them down" makes it. Easier.

His real name is like, something Obnoxiously Jewish. My personal true Konig name is Melech which means "king" bc it's funny if he just. Chose a codename that means his actual name.

Very rarely gets a chance to go to Temple because Job but always keeps his face Uncovered no matter how uncomfortable it makes him while there. All the Rabbi's love him because he's so willing to learn. His Babushka's rabbi refers to him as "my boy". Konig is a full foot and a half taller.

im sorry, a PICKLE???? i have never in my life seen someone put a PICKLE on a bagel. pickles are so wet??? wouldn’t it just make the bagel soggy???? i am baffled by this sorry. but also könig is a freak and a strange guy so he probably would put some crazy shit on his bagels. im a simple girl, cream cheese and lox for me (on the rare occasion i even have bagels in the house, honestly goldbergs is antisemitic for making bagels like 25 bucks a dozen. in this economy??)

gefilte fish they could never make me like you 🙏 my mom says its just a vessel for horseradish to her but then just find something better to put ur evil vegetable on

he’s so me fr (can’t eat food without spilling it because i have the coordination of a newborn giraffe)

also now im just imagining all the kortac operators fighting over soup 😭 i just know hutch is first in line, that man gives off major foodie vibes for some reason. and tbh theyre real for that, i too would fight a war for some good matzo ball soup

i didnt know people actually ate charoset (which btw i had to look up because i didnt recognize the spelling 😭 my family spells it with an h, why can none of us decide how to spell anything) outside of passover?? but tbf i dont like walnuts so i probs wouldnt anyway. but yes i agree. this man EATS. he is LARGE. HE EATS.

“oy vey what is this” HELP 😭 i think it would be so funny if someone wrote a fic where instead of randomly dropping german words into sentences, he just starts speaking yiddish 💀 i am not old enough to drink alcohol but my mom is a big fan of manischewitz so 👍

shoutout to the mezuzzah on my back door that at some point got the landlord special (we?? own the house??? and dont have a landlord???????) and is now just built into the wall. im sure thats Not Good but i didnt do it and also i never claimed to be a good jew lmao

the shabbat one :((( why would u say this to me now i’ll never get that thought out of my head 😢

i personally went with lukas for his name, but i was considering jacob before i chose (side note, can jewish parents be a LITTLE more creative when naming their kids??? i went to a jewish summer camp for a few years and you could yell “sam!” and probably 20 heads would turn). i love the idea of him having an obnoxiously jewish name though thats so silly 😭 especially because you KNOW no one would pronounce it with the throat sound at the end and it annoys him to no end

MY BOY IM SOBBINGGG 😭😭😭 i wrote a fic about könig’s childhood where i mentioned that i hc his dad left (L) so every time the rabbi calls him that he has an internal breakdown like “bro dont be weird this guy is NOT your dad”

thank u for these i have been FED