#ellie (~3~)♡

[seattlesellie]

could you make bff!ellie catching you masturbating and says something like ”i can help you if youd like” bc you couldnt climax when you do it yourself

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an: pretty self explanatory. nsfw, mdni please. part one of two!

yet another droplet of salty—sweet sweat fell on your top lip. you couldn’t get there, couldn’t you? no matter how hard you tried, no matter how hard you rutted against the fabric, the position your pillow was in— folded, to the side, with the tip; you just couldn’t do it. you couldn’t cum.

a pitiful whine fell from your lips. should an unfamiliar passerby chance upon the scene, they might have assumed that you were tormented, in agony.

the bittersweet twist in your stomach was truly just a tease. almost there, almost, in a fleeting moment— vanished into thin air.

would it be wrong to say that you looked absolutely pathetic? it probably wouldn’t be, it would be nothing but the truth. with your panties hung loose around your ankles, your toes curling inside of your soft white socks, your body feverishly oscillating back and forth, then sideways, tracing circles— and then just straight up humping, it was sad.

“oh— please, please!” you mewled, better yet, cried out.

perchance, you could get there if you pulled your erect nipples, if you pinched them just right, that tormenting tension would finally dissipate. you hastily took your pajama tank top off and threw it on the floor. you pulled on the swollen buds, twisted them slightly, only to elicit a shrill cry that escaped your lips.

“mmph— god!”

you were supposed to meet ellie at 4:30pm. or was it 4:15? 4:20? you wouldn’t know. the clock was ticking, and there you were, grinding yourself helplessly against your soft pillow. tick—tock.

it’s 4:13.

4:14:

ellie knocked on your apartment door. once, then twice, and finally she pressed the buzzer. she was starving, her mouth salivating, and the scent coming from the pizza box wasn’t helping in the slightest.

she buzzed it again, and to her dismay, no answer.

“ugh, cmon” she huffed, knocking forcefully again.

what were you doing? in the bathroom? showering? you must be busy somehow, with your earphones in, maybe?

you said 4:15pm. she wasn’t very forgetful, especially when it came to you.

biting down on her bottom lip, ellie remembered there’s a spare key conveniently tucked beneath the brown “welcome!” carpet. she knows this because you told her, when she walked you home, tipsy and giggling after a night out.

“right” she mumbled, balancing the large pizza box on her left hand. she bent down, and she was right. she remembered correctly— a spare key. as ellie swung open the door, she was greeted by an empty living room.

“hello?”

she paced around. maybe you were hiding underneath the kitchen table? pulling a prank on her? you goof.

“pizzas here…” she melodically chimed.

“and i'm… here too”

she pondered the possibility of someone having broken into your apartment and kidnapping you. could that be?

ugh, ellie. quit being so dramatic.

ellie placed the pizza box right on the kitchen counter, and began walking towards your room. maybe you were napping, that sounds like a much nicer thought. when the image of you cuddled up inside a fuzzy blanket popped into her mind, she chuckled. cute.

oh how terribly wrong she was.

you pressed against your pillow, causing the bed to emit two distinct squeaks.

ellie's head swiftly turned to the side, her steps growing closer and closer to your room. so you didn’t get kidnapped... you’re in there. jumping on the bed, perhaps?

as a high-pitched whimper escaped your lips, reaching her ears as if tethered by an invisible string, her heart sank. she was dangerously close to the wooden door now.

her breath caught in her throat. you were fucking somebody.

it was muffled, but the bed creaking and the whiney sob? her head was spinning in circles, palms itching and sweaty. not only did you completely forget about your plans, you were in there— letting someone fuck you. she didn’t even know you were seeing somebody. she didn’t even know you were doing that shit and that sweet, blissful moan? she dug crescent marks onto her palms as she clenched them tightly.

it was wrong. it was painfully wrong and creepy and perverted, but ellie had to see. she had to know who you were letting inside your bed, but she wasn’t about to interrupt. all she did, was twist the doorknob carefully, the door opening far enough for her to see, but still not enough for you to notice.

oh.

oh.

with your bare back on display, and your ass squished against the pillow— ellie felt like she was going to faint. your sweet, frustrated moans filled the room and ellie blinked so many times she was having a sensory overload.

this has to be a dream, she thought. one of her crazy ones, the only ones she doesn’t tell you about. her throat felt dry, and she had to swallow hard. ellie took a shaky breath in, and she nearly groaned. you were desperate, she swore she could see a sweet droplet of sweat flowing down your back.

ellie’s first instinct was shutting the door and leaving.

for the first time in her life, ellie didn’t listen to her instincts. she stood there, mouth agape, toes curling inside of her chucks.

“pleasepleaseplease, unggh—“ that little moan was so high pitched and sweet and ellie felt dizzy, faint, awestruck. she dug her trimmed fingernails right into her jeans covered thigh and pinched. this is a dream, ellie— wake up.

“oh god!”

wake up, ellie.

you got down on your elbows, and you dragged your aching clit all over the pillow. the bed squeaked again. she could see everything, the swollen button, your tight hole and your ass—

wake up, ellie.

“fuck” she huffed, and you still couldn’t hear a thing, too busy and too in trance, poorly trying to get yourself off.

when you humped the pillow again— ellie’s own clit pumped. like a faint heartbeat, she felt a dull ache growing and growing.

she stood there; dizzy, disgusting, turned on, like a peeping tom.

she should leave. she has to leave. why can’t she leave? her feet are glued to the floor and she can’t walk, paralyzed.

she could walk out of here and pretend it never happened. she could go home, rub one out, rub it again till it hurts and then see you the next day. this could be normal, she could be normal about this, can’t she?

“fuck!” you gave up. you weren’t getting there, this wasn’t happening today. you weren’t going to cum and you had to deal with it. slowly, you steadied your breath and grabbed your phone. it was 16:24, where is she? you decided to text her.

“when are u coming over? i’m starving”

ellie’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she nearly choked. there she was, frozen, staring.

thankfully, you didn’t hear it. in fact, you couldn’t hear anything— your ears were still pumping.

ellie swiftly took her phone out of her pocket and noticed her hands were shaking, it nearly slipped out of her grip. she shouldn’t answer. she should pretend that she had forgotten, she was napping, at the gym, working on something, god knows what. she shouldn’t answer.

but she did.

“give me 20 minutes, was at the gym”

you chuckled, and when you went to scratch your chin with your shoulder, ellie thought you were turning around and she nearly collapsed.

“lol u renewed your membership?”

oh shit. she cancelled it last month. her jeans felt too tight and her face was on fire and now she had to lie, again.

“yeah”

even as she typed— she couldn’t look away. your ass was on full display and it was something she had to burn into her memory. she would never see you like this ever again.

“i don’t believe you”

oh fuck.

“send proof ellie… need to know ur not just lying and hanging out with toxic stacy again”

is it possible that she completely forgot who you were talking about? was she that delirious?

“omg wrong name lol 🩷 i meant samantha”

oh, her.

is samantha’s pussy this pretty?

oh, she’s sick.

you giggled and adjusted yourself on the pillow again. when you laid completely down, ellie’s eyes rolled back.

“i’m at the gym… not lying, weirdo”

you sighed, and ellie heard it. the fact that she could hear every single one of your reactions to her texts made her cringe but it also made her feel something she’s never felt before.

“send a gym selfie then”

you weren’t intentionally flirting. it was purely innocent on your part, just that. you needed to know she wasn’t lying. why did her stomach flip?

she knew she had to have one. she knew she had to have at least one picture of her at the gym. she must have sent something back then, maybe to cat. cat loved her blurry gym pictures, the ones she sent her with the bottom of her tank-top in between her teeth and her toned abs on full display. she found it— after two whole minutes of aimless searching and scrolling. just what she thought, her abs, slightly sweaty and glistening, her thin happy trail, and her boxers peaking out from her sweats. she sent it so fast and she didn’t even think—

you stared at your screen. fully stared. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, why did she… that picture was… suggestive. your best friend is a weirdo and she’s also making your tummy feel like it’s being swarmed by angry bees.

“i believe u now :) see you in 20!”

ellie felt like punching herself in the face, but before she did, before she closed the door and got the hell out of there— you did something that was so unfathomable, she nearly went cross eyed. with ellie’s picture flashing on your phone, you began grinding again. the moan that fell from your lips was guttural, ravenous.

this wouldn’t even be the first time, wouldn’t it? getting off to the thought of your best friend?

this time, when the pillow met your clit again, you were wet and slimy and you seamlessly glided onto the plush fabric. you knew, deep down, that you could get there this time. if you were looking at her, at her sculpted abs with her shirt in her mouth you could actually cum. you didn't even bother thinking about it, about how wrong it is. she would never know, so what's the big deal?

this time— ellie has to wake herself up somehow. this was the sign, the only one that helped her make sure she knew that she was absolutely dreaming.

if this was, in fact, a dream— ellie would coo at you. she would walk over, ever so slowly, lift you up, help you get off of the pillow, and hold your hand. "poor thing, need my help?" when you'd nod, shed guide your body up and down and teach you just the right moves. shed take you by the waist and help you slide, suck on your nipples and look at you. occasionally— she would stop on her nibbling to mutter "all you needed to do was ask me, pretty girl"

but this isn't a dream. ellie knows this isn't a dream because she checked the time on her phone and a minute had passed and she knows it doesn't work like that in the dream realm.

would it be wrong if she slipped her hands right into her pants?

"please, ellie"

you moaned her name like you were ashamed. like you knew she was right there and she could hear you. what would you do if she was?

when ellie heard the whine of her name slip out of your mouth, her phone dropped down to the floor and hit it with a thud. for ellie, it sounded louder than a brick.

you turned around fast, you thought a vase had fallen. when you caught her gaze, because ellie couldn't. fucking. move— you weren't embarrassed. you were too mortified to be embarrassed, you screeched and you didn't speak. neither did ellie.

your lips were trembling and her hands were sweating profusely. you've never seen her look like this, she's never seen you look like this. she opened her mouth like she was going to speak, but she didn't. she stood, frozen.

you don't know when you managed to grab the blanket and wrap it around your body but you did.

she opened up her mouth again, but only a soft "ah" noise escaped from it.

"when d—did you..."

"just now" she lied.

"and you stood there f—for..." you stuttered. now, the embarrassment finally hit.

"i saw" ellie managed to speak, somehow.

she saw?

"w—what?

"i saw"

what did she see? your heart was beating fast. you’ve never felt this vulnerable, this exposed. what did she see?

you couldn’t speak. you wouldn’t dare. embarrassed, not able to make any eye contact with the green eyed girl, you stared at the floor.

“i think…” she stepped closer to you, and she kept her gaze on the floor as well.

“i can…”

another step. closer now, dangerously so.

your entire body trembled.

she looked up at you, finally.

“help”

[abbyshands]

guys i’ve been converted into a fluff and angst writer smut is banned now

[bunniesnuggie]

modern cg! ellie headcanons!!!!

ellie williams x fem little!reader

summary: just some quick long thoughts thrown together about my fav fictional lesbian as a (first time) caregiver, a little bit halloween themed

♡ ok so first of all, she had to be told, very directly matter of fact. she could literally find an adult pacifier and would think nothing of it, she wouldn’t question any gear or “strange” behaviour

ellie was frantically looking for her phone charger, she swore it was plugged in by the nightstand. she huffs looking under the wood not seeing the cord, so she starts pulling stuff out from under the bed. pulling out a box with stickers all over it and your name in puffy paint, she smiles at the cute box but continues on her search. opening the nightstand drawers she pulls out everything inside. she groans, still not finding it, you walk in just in time to hear her aggressive groan and see her gripping your favorite paci. you blankly stare not knowing what to say, but she just turns and asks “have you seen my charger? i cant find it anywhere” as she tosses the plastic guard back in and closes the drawer.

♡ so yeah, bby girl literally would not bat an eye at you if your regressed in front of her. you would have to tell her what’s happening and why if you want her involved more than just being there watching joining you color

“why are we watching this again? didn’t we just watch it like yesterday” ellie teases you about the cartoon you put on again, pulling out your favorite coloring book for you, you blush and ask if she wants it off. “i’m just teasing baby, i love hotel transylvania” she say’s seriously, poking your side to make you giggle. she hands you you’re coloring book and you sit watching the colorful but spooky cartoon. you start getting deep into your headspace, coloring with breaks to giggle at what’s on the tv. “mama hand me the gween pease” you ask, ellie immediately handing you the requested crayon without even looking up from her face page “here baby”

♡ neither of you notice the slip up right away, you realize once the crayon is in your hand. immediately freezing up, not daring to look at her. she notices your silence when you don’t laugh at a part that normally kills you

“you ok sweetheart?” she asks, putting her hand to your cheek, worried you don’t feel good. your face is solemn and you cheeks are hot. “do you not feel good?”, she makes you look at her, your teary eyes meeting her worried green ones. you sniffle and shake your head, “i called you…mama…” you trail looking away, murmuring towards the end, embarrassed and ashamed. “so?” she shrugs not understanding the problem “you can call me whatever you want, it don’t bug me none….” she tries to smile at you, not getting why you’re so upset. it’s definitely something you kind of have to spell out

♡but once she knows, she KNOWS, i’m talking child development books and parenting books. mama is ready for her role, even strongly encourages that you make a space in the house that’s little friendly. insisting you keep out your gear rather than hide it in the box under the bed

she watches you pulls out the box, sliding it across the floor and on front of the two of you. “this is my little box, it’s where i hide my gear, we’ll that’s not like my stuffies and stuff.. “ you say nervously, eyeing her and the box, waiting for her move. but she waits, smiling at you, “wanna show me your stuff bubs?” she asks excitedly, genuinely wanting to see. she decided that one little box is not enough and constantly buys you new gear, she even asks where your favorite shops are so she can order from them, asking if there’s anything you want in particular.

♡ she’s not super strict, she’s like a fun older sister. like she lets you eat candy and sweets with meals, stay up late to watch tv with her, rarely days no to you. only when it bites her im the butt does she go into mama mode. so if you get grumpy or snappy from lack of sleep and too ouch sugar, she starts to put limits on things

“baby” she sighs a bit, watching the goosebumps rise on your arms. she has you’re sweater in her hand and has been trying to get you to put it on, “please bun, can you put on your jacket? your gonna catch a cold” she begs, watching you scoop the guts from your pumpkin, the sticky orange goop up to your arms. your shake your head frowning, “gonna get da guts on it ..” you pout. ellie smiles and gestures to let her show you something. you put down the big metal spoon you’ve been using to scoop out the guts, letting ellie wipe your hands with baby wipes she the puts on your sweater. she rolls the baggy sleeves up past your elbow, leaving your arms exposed but zipping up the front. you grin, feeling warm and cozy and not having to worry about making a mess on your clothes.

♡ she loves being a caregiver, it have her a sense and of purpose. makes her feel important and needed, she thrives knowing that you trust her and only her in this special mind set and she will protect and cherish it with her life

you and ellie’s are sitting at the table; crayons, markers, glue sticks, scarp pieces of gelt scatter the surface. ellie is using the saftey scissors to cut out little white ghosts for you, the two of you doing little halloween crafts all day. there’s a knock on the door that interrupts us, ellie telling you to stay out while she answers it. she pulls open the heavy wood to reveal dina, our neighbor, who stands with a plate of cookies. she smiles and greets ellie, going to walk inside, being close enough with you two to be comfortable to invite herself in. normally this is fine, but ellie stops her, looking back at you at the table. biting her lip she shakes her head, “i’m sorry dina now’s not really a good time” she presses, lips tight, not letting anyone see you in your regressed state. she takes the cookies and thanks her before sending her off, bringing you the plate with a smile. “look baby, dina bright pumpkin cookies” you clap and squeal “yay cookie! mama tan i have one pease?” how could she ever say no?

a/n: hello everyone i am back, it took me like a week to finish this and it’s not even proofed lol. but anyways i’m glad to be back, i went through a pretty invasive surgery recently and it took a large toll on my life and daily routine but everything went well and all it fine :D anyway i hope to be posting more, i have a couple new characters i want to write about and some fun ideas. i’ll probably go through and do some requests soon though bc there’s a lot 🫠

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plum x asher hope u enjoy 😼

i didnt know how to draw a veil so i gave him a fugly dollar store tiara and wedding dress

#justmarried #gethimpregnant🫃

ELLIE HELLO IM GONNA CRYYYYY THIS IS SO SILLY I LOVE THIS SM WAHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭

(our wedding night gonna end with 32 kids and none of them will be birthed from me just saying 😋)

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[rosietrace]

Meet the Addams

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The Addams family ╚══ஓ๑†๑ஓ══╝

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† - Deceased

Main family members

Father - Aldrich Addams(25)

Mother - Victoria Addams(25)

Daughter - Juvia Addams(13)

Staff

Butler - Soldiel(22)

Distant relatives

Ellis Clawthorne-Addams - Aunt(21)

Valentine Addams - Uncle † (24)

Evonie Addams - Cousin(16)

Warning: Potentially ooc

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Aldrich Addams (@/revivemyreverie)

“Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Father of Juvia Addams and husband to Victoria Addams

↳ Aldrich is incredibly doting on his family, more specifically his wife - who he seems to be absolutely obsessed with to an almost unhealthy degree.

↳ His relationship with his brother - Valentine - is.... Complicated, to say the least. He didn't even care when he went missing, and soon went missing.

↳ Funnily enough, he was the one who married into the family. When he and Victoria met, he called her a heretical witch. How they fell in love - with Aldrich soon embracing his beloved's (and eventually his daughter's) love for the macabre - is beyond the comprehension of everyone around them.

↳ He regularly spoils his wife and daughter. It's going to the point where he's, as Victoria describes, “like a cat gifting its owner dead rats”

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Victoria Addams

“Don't torture yourself, Gomez.... That's my job.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Mother of Juvia Addams and wife to Aldrich Addams

↳ Considered the head of the family, most servants Soldiel would most often go to Victoria instead of her husband.

↳ Juvia absolutely adores her mother, and Aldrich is utterly shameless when it comes to showering her in affection.

↳ She is a woman who doesn't question anything regarding the behavior of both her husband and daughter. To her, it's rather normal! At the end of the day, the family would choose each other before all else.

↳ Somehow managed to get Aldrich to embrace the macabre, which is quite honestly a miracle in of itself. Though, he does have his habits of referring to people as ‘witches’. As for Juvia, like her husband, Victoria loves spoiling her rotten.

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Juvia Addams (@/windbornearchon)

“We're going to play a game.... It's called ‘Is there a god’?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Adopted daughter of Victoria and Aldrich Addams

↳ Juvia idolizes both of her parents. She can't help but admire her mother's grace and poise, and aspire to have as much devotion to someone as her father and his eccentricity. Like her parents, she doesn't seem to see anything wrong about their behavior.

↳ Despite being only 13, Juvia's actually quite smart! It's actually the reason she got into Nevermore academy so early before she could turn 16!

↳ Out of all her distant relatives, she adores her aunt Ellis the most. She doesn't know Evonie that well, and she certainly doesn't know how to feel about her uncle based on what her father said about him before his ‘death’.

↳ Though at first she was a bit insecure, given that she didn't look like her mother or her father, it didn't take long for Juvia to accept herself as she is after remembering: “You don't need to be an Addams by blood, to be an Addams at heart.”

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Soldiel (@/abyss-wonderer)

“You rang?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Butler to the Addams family

↳ Soldiel is a calm, but quiet figure in the family. He doesn't speak much, only doing so when necessary, and more or less has a seemingly permanent smile on his face. Unless it is someone he's close with, Soldiel won't begin conversation.

↳ He once stood as Juvia's moral compass when she was first adopted, and they were practically inseparable ever since. If Juvia ever needs any advice, Soldiel is there to lend an ear. In the case of the parents, he mostly answers to Victoria, but that isn't to say he disobeys any orders given to him by Aldrich.

↳ The man is quick on getting work done, so it's no wonder that he was hired as the butler for the Addams family. And he can't help but feel endeared by the amount of love the family has for one another.

↳ He finds nothing wrong with the family's odd tastes and love for the macabre. Most people would call him insane for that, but to be frank, Soldiel doesn't care.

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Ellis Clawthorne-Addams (@/starry-night-rose)

“That's not what I wanted! That's not who I was! I was a ballerina! GRACEFUL. DELICATE.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Aunt of Juvia Addams

↳ Ellis married into the family, but because of the person she married being.... Well, dead, no one really bothers talking about her husband. Not even Ellis herself.

↳ Relentlessly dotes on Juvia and frequently spends her time with her sister-in-law. As for Aldrich, she's more or less neutral with him, if not a little annoyed by him.

↳ Known as “The Black widow”, a murderer known for killing their husbands shortly after their marriage.

↳ Her aesthetics happen to contrast with the family a lot, but it isn't really something she considers a bad thing. In fact, the family doesn't really care!

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Valentine Addams

“I will devote my entire waking moment to your happiness alone.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Uncle of Juvia Addams, deceased...?

↳ There seems to be no information....

↳ Please skip this segment until further notice

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Evonie Addams (@/phoenix-manga)

“Woe to the republic.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Cousin of Juvia Addams

↳ Like Ellis, Evonie somewhat sticks out among the family due to her different choice of aesthetic. But also like Ellis, the family couldn't care less and love her either way.

↳ Evonie is a skilled swordswoman, and frequently challenges both her uncle and aunt into spars to test her abilities and improve.

↳ At the moment, she isn't particularly close with Juvia, but she wishes to grow a bond with her as time goes on!

↳ She doesn't really understand why no one seems to speak about Valentine. To be fair, though; she doesn't speak about him either.

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[polarisjisung]

hua, this isn't an ask nor is it important but i love seeing your cute lil user pop up in my notifications (i'm lotc deprived. 😞)

my love ellie in my inbox⁉️ this is HIGHLY important also this is so cute of you whaaat ily 😪🫶

like hello...I love seeing YOUR user in my notfis 🫵🫵

[bittcrsuite]

@angelsdvsts liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: isabella “ellie” moore. 21-23. sorority member/student. 

although ellie would never admit it, she lived for the days that they met up without cassie. she loved her — they were best friends, after all. that was the only reason ellie continued to mention cassie's crush despite her own growing one. "i know you're tired of me mentioning it but... cassie would kill me if i didn't invite you to the mixer our sorority is hosting. we all have to dress up, so she'll look extra cute."

[hanrinz]

WHAT. DO YOU MEAN IM NOT REAL.

sorry, i don't know who you are? this is the first time we have ever met :/ are you like a bot?

[nkogneatho]

✨🩷🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🩷🌙

AAAAAHHHHHHH YOU ARE MY FAVORITE 🥺

[seattlesellie]

OKAY BUT loser!ellie and you are cuddling while watching a movie cause friends do that.. but with her head on your shoulder and your head resting on top of hers, and your legs are slightly touching hers, her heart is beating a million miles a minute cause she is so close to you and her cheeks are flushed IM GONNA CRY SHES SUCH A LOSER😭

oh my gosh <3 and then— you’re all questioning her like “whats up els… you okay? your cheeks are all red” and she’s huffing like “nono, m’fine” but when your thigh caresses her’s ??? she feels like a tennis ball got stuck down her throat. she’s attempting to not move a muscle, and her entire body stiffens up because she’s so goddamn nervous. her knees itching but she won’t budge in case you move your leg away and then she’ll regret itching for her entire life. she panic—blinks a couple of times, and you clearly notice that somethings up. so you ask her if everything’s fine, again, but now— she just got a whiff of your scent because you moved your neck so close it nearly touched her lips and she gets up quickly and walks to the bathroom all “sorry have to fucking pee really bad”, nervously chuckles as she locks the door. truthfully? shes not peeing, she’s washing her face with your hand soap and whispering “get it fucking together ellie youresofuckinglame jesus fucking christ”

you’re waiting for her on the bed like… huh, that was weird. maybe she’s sick?

[abbyshands]

Need a hand reveal 🤭

hello ??? so random buttt 😭 s’gonna be too underwhelming if i do just my hand icl so. arm reveal ?!?!

[poein]

austin has a cat hiding somewhere in that apartment btw

[merotwst]

hello that one jamil babygirl blog, how are you today

STOPPPPPPPPP THIS WILL NOT BE MY LEGACY NOOOOOOOOOOO

[whore-era]

the? girl?? next??? door ????????????

its a slight age gap fic w a slightly older reader 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ thats all i’ll reveal for now .. 🤫🤫🤫

[definitellie]

super proud of my mom, she went back to school less than a year ago to finish out her bachelor's & master's and she just passed her master capstone today!!