#found this in ig comments and couldn't resist Tumblr posts

[monacodive]

today in the chronicles of women in motorsport...

[tashid4]

Fwb with Katsuki

You were standing in front of the mirror. Final mascara touch-ups, shiny lip gloss. Still only wearing your underwear, undecided about your outfit choice, you suddenly heard a knock on the door. You assumed it was your bestfriend coming to pick you up, you opened the door of your room. But turns out it wasn't her. Katsuki was standing in front of you. Not even bothered by the fact you were half naked in front of him.

Thing is - it definitely wasn't the first time he saw you like this. Definitely not. You and him have been seeing each other in secret for a while now. He would text you when he needed to release some stress. And he would always answer your calls, in the middle of the night when you needed him...

You brought him inside and made him sit on the bed so you could finish getting ready. "What are you doing here?" you asked while applying your favorite lipstick. Dark red. Cherry blood. "I was leaving and I thought I could see my favorite girl before". His comment made you slightly chuckle. Of course he was here for a reason. You had no problem with that. It was a deal. Only sex, no complicated feelings.

Having sex with Katsuki was profitable for you. He was attentive, understanding, open-minded and so fucking sexy. Sex with him was a treat, a blessing.

You put down your lipstick and start walking toward him. Exaggerating every move, swinging your hips and staring at him with big doe eyes. "You also going to the party?" "Yes, Kiri asked me" While you talked you found a place on his lap and slowly started to kiss his neck. Leaving a trail of cherry red kisses on his neck and collar. "You planning on founding a girl uh? Taking her back to your room?" "Yeah probably" You liked that he was honest with you, never hiding anything from you. You knew every one of each others dirty secret. You weren't dating so there was nothing wrong with him sleeping with other girls right ? So why were you feeling this pinch in your stomach ...?

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Definitely not a soft one. It was rough and passionate like it always was. It was messy and rushed. The expensive Cologne he wore, that you loved so much, filled your lungs and you couldn't resist him anymore. Pushing him on the bed, towering him you start to straddle his lap. "You're gonna find a nice girl uh ? Gonna kiss her on the same bed you fuck me every night ?" "Hmph fuck yes" He stares intensely at your swollen lips, the feeling of your ass rubbing on him driving him insane. He can't help but look at you with admiring eyes. "But I'll always be your favorite right baby? ""Yes my favorite girl"

You knew this was wrong. You knew friends with benefits don't act like this. But you were so obsessed with this man. You were ready to take everything he was giving you. Even if, for the moment, it was just sex.

Hiii it's been so long since i posted smth oopsie but ig we can say im back now. Hope you enjoyed this short fic ^^

[les4elliewilliams]

bound by love // ex-girlfriend!ellie

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daily click・palestine masterpost・do not buy any game from naughty dog, neil druckmann is a zionist.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

wc/warnings: 5.6k ; strap-on sex (r!receiving), tribbing, oral (r!receiving), cheating, use of names like whore, slut, baby etc. and toxic relationship. do NOT read if you're sensitive about this kind of stuff!! do not romanticize toxic relationships and run far away from toxic people.

a/n: also first time writing smut so please be kind😭. not proofread so i'm sorry if you find any mistakes

pairing: toxic!ellie, ex-girlfriend!ellie also stalker!ellie???(just ellie stalking your social media and location) and jealous!ellie ig.

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I know that you're shitty and you're bad for me

But I can't stop thinking 'bout it

✩ You used to console yourself by saying that the problem was not you but her. You believed that she was the one who caused all the issues in the relationship. However, as time passed, you started to realize that the situation was more complex than you initially thought. You began to question your own actions and words and wondered if you could have done things differently. You tried to stay positive by reminding yourself that sometimes things don't work out, and it's okay to move on. But you couldn't move on.

✩ Despite all your efforts to move on and forget about her, you always found yourself drawn back to her for some weird reason. You tried everything you could think of to let her go — you blocked her on every platform you could, hoping it would help you move on, but it never seemed to work. No matter how hard you tried to forget her, you always ended up unblocking her, usually within an hour of blocking her. It was as if you were powerless to resist the pull she had on you, no matter how much you wanted to be free of her.

✩ You were the one who broke up with her, claiming she was too toxic for you. However, you cannot deny that you also had your fair share of faults. Both of you were aware of the toxicity in your relationship, but still, it lasted for three whole years. You often wonder how you were able to tolerate her for so long. She always seemed to go out of her way to provoke you and get a reaction out of you. She would intentionally make you jealous, making nasty comments about other women's bodies to make you insecure and maybe even cry. She loved it when you got possessive and jealous; that was the only way she felt cared for and loved. She constantly needed reassurance, and her overthinking would stop only when you got possessive of her or extremely jealous; it didn't make sense, and she knew it wasn't normal, yet she couldn't help herself. But it wasn't only that. She was also extremely manipulative and a liar. It was a never-ending cycle of negativity, and both of you were caught up in it.

✩ If she was a toxic girlfriend, imagine how toxic she was once you two were broken up. When you broke up with her, you thought you were better off as friends, but soon enough, you started to realize how wrong you were.

✩ Even though she treated you poorly throughout your relationship, you always returned to her. Your love for her was strong, and it seemed as though returning to her was the only thing that felt right. Even though she was responsible for causing you a significant amount of emotional pain, she still felt like home to you — like the person who you could always run to whenever you needed it. She always knew the right thing to say to calm you down, cheer you up, and sometimes even make you cry. That was the thing about Ellie that confused you the most; She could be either the best person ever or the worst.

✩ When something big goes down in your life, she's the one you call up first. It doesn't matter if it's something totally dumb or something that seriously ticks you off, she's the one you rely on for comfort and support, and she's always there to baby you.

"S'okay baby— mhm, you got this," whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you rambled about your day "Want me to beat them up for you? You know I would," and she wasn't kidding, sending whoever made you mad to the ER without you even knowing it. You have always been someone who disliked violence. In fact, you were never the kind of person who would resort to violence, no matter how heated a situation may have been. You've always been the rational one between the two of you, thinking things through before acting. On the other hand, she was more impulsive, acting without much thought or consideration for the consequences of her actions. Anyway, you would find out what Ellie did to your coworker when he showed up with a cast around his arm, threatening to take legal action against her. You always found yourself in the middle of the conflict, pleading with your coworker not to sue Ellie and trying to smooth things over.

✩ Lots of

"you're the hottest girl i've ever dated" "i would take you back in a heartbeat" "i still have a soft spot for you" "best pussy i've ever had"

✩ She'd randomly show up at your place in the middle of the night, pounding on your door, little did you know she'd be pounding into you the second you let her in

"nfuckk— my pussy…s'all mine" Murmuring nonsense into the crook of your neck as she fucked your tight little hole with the new strap she desperately wanted to show you (which became your favorite for obvious reasons). "think anyone else can make you feel like this, hm?" and she wouldn't let you cum if you didn't reply, she wanted to hear you say that you belonged to her and her only.

✩ She constantly checked your social media accounts like a fucking maniac, fearing that you may have moved on or started spending time with other girls. This behavior was not healthy, and she was aware of it. Despite that, she couldn't help herself and even had access to your location, which she used to stalk you whenever you didn't respond to her messages or calls quickly enough. On two separate occasions, she unexpectedly showed up while you were on dates with other girls. At first, you brushed it off as a coincidence, but after the second time, you realized that she still had your location and that her sudden appearance was not coincidental at all. Therefore, you turned off the location sharing. and in no time she was blowing up your phone with texts

"why the fuck would you turn it off?" "moving on already?" "where the fuck do you even think you're going?" "try all you want, but you know who you belong to"

✩ It became increasingly clear that you and her were not meant to be friends. You still belonged to her in her mind — and perhaps it wasn't just in her mind. Deep down, you knew that she was right even though you were no longer together.

✩ Although you had repeatedly told Ellie that you wouldn't get back together, she remained convinced that you would eventually return. Instead of giving up, she actively pursued ways to reconnect with you. She would often surprise you by showing up at your apartment with a bouquet of your favorite flowers or things she knew you would like.

"Ellie, what're you doin' here?" you asked as you saw your ex-girlfriend holding a lovely bouquet of flowers in her hand. You were taken aback as you looked at the bouquet  — it was a Hello Kitty bouquet. You had mentioned this type of bouquet to Ellie before you broke up, and you were surprised that she even listened to you when you kept rambling about how cute it was. You had seen it on Pinterest before and never thought she would remember. Her green eyes met yours, and she scratched the back of her neck before flashing a warm smile your way. She knew you'd love it.  "Hi, angel," she said. She handed you the bouquet and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. Her free hand quickly found its way to your waist. She leaned back enough to gauge your reaction and asked with a cocky smile, "What d'you think?" The sudden appearance of Ellie took you aback, but you couldn't help but admire the bouquet in your hands. The Hello Kitty plushie and the colorful flowers were so cute. You didn't expect her to remember your love for this particular bouquet, but you were grateful that she did. "May I come in?" Her tone was confident, and her eyes shone with a mischievous glint. You couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, but you stepped aside to let her in nonetheless.

✩ She would listen intently to everything you said during your relationship and make mental notes of all the things you wanted or needed. However, she never acted on them until you broke up with her. Suddenly, she would start getting you those things, being the girlfriend you always wanted her to be, trying to convince you to give her another chance. But you weren't stupid; you knew that as soon as you let her back into your life, she would go back to her usual self, and her toxic behavior would come out once again.

✩ She showered you with compliments, gifts, and attention, making you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to her. When she realized that her love bombing wasn't working on you, she changed her tactics. She began dating a girl she had always insisted was "just a friend," even though you had always felt insecure about her because you thought she was prettier than you. But Ellie was using this girl only to get to you. She wanted to make you jealous and make you feel like you were missing out on something she could provide. She hoped you would come back to her, begging for another chance. You were devastated and couldn't help but compare yourself to this other girl, wondering what Ellie saw in Dina that she didn't see in you. But as time passed, you began to realize that Ellie was playing games. She didn't care about this girl, or about anyone else for that matter. To her, you were the one that got away, the one that she couldn't have. And so she used this other girl as a pawn in her game, hoping to win you back. But you didn't fall for it.

✩ She just went ahead and started posting pictures with her new girlfriend on Instagram to make sure you saw them and felt like shit. And, well, it worked like a charm. Even though you knew she was doing it on purpose to upset you, it still hurt like hell because she never posted pictures of the two of you together on social media, claiming she preferred to keep things private but as soon as she started dating her new girlfriend, she suddenly started posting about her non-stop, which made you feel even more hurt and insecure.

✩ You realized that cutting ties with Ellie and blocking her from all platforms would have been the wise thing to do. but let's be honest, getting revenge felt much more satisfying than being wise sometimes. You wanted to show her that you were not someone to be toyed with cause that's what you felt like: a toy. You started seeing a girl you had recently met, but you made sure not to make it too obvious. You didn't want Ellie to think you were only doing it to get back at her. Of course not, it had to look natural. You wanted to show her that you had moved on with your life and that you were over her. Even though it was quite the opposite, you weren't over her.

✩ When you began sharing pictures of your new girlfriend, she dropped her fake composed demeanor and started bombarding your phone with messages. You finally had her exactly where you wanted her.

2:33 am "who the fuck is that girl in your story?" 2:34 am "hello?" 2:36 am "answer your goddamn phone" 2:37 am "Why do you even care, Ellie? you're in a relationship." 2:39 am "what the actual fuck" 2:42 am "tell me" 2:46 am "who is she" 2:53 am "My girlfriend."

✩ After that, she vanished from social media and every other platform for nearly a week, leaving you on read. You had mixed emotions about it. On one hand, you felt a sense of pride for getting back at her. It was working because she seemed jealous. On the other hand, there was a part of you that couldn't help but miss her. You longed for her presence and wished she would come back. Her presence wasn't the only thing you longed for; you missed her hands all over your body, touching you just in the right places. She knew you like the back of her hand. She knew exactly how to make you arch your back and make you scream her name.

✩ You couldn't cum. It had been weeks, maybe a month, and your little friend down there was starting to ache. You were horny, so fucking horny, but you couldn't cum. All you could think of was your fucking ex-girlfriend almost as if your pussy had a mind of her own. Not even your favorite toys were helping. it felt good, but you felt like something was missing. You reached out to the nightstand and grabbed your phone, unlocking the screen with a swift gesture and opened the messaging app. It was wrong, so wrong and you knew you would regret it the next day, but you needed her. Your fingers moved effortlessly across the virtual keyboard as you typed a message to her.

 1:15 am "Els, I know it's wrong but"  1:15 am "I'm horny"  1:16 am "I need you, please"

You let out a deep sigh of frustration as ten long minutes ticked by, convinced she wouldn't text you back. The last conversation you had hadn't gone well, and you were starting to think it was all over between the two of you, for real this time. Just as you were about to give up and put your phone back on the nightstand, you heard a familiar chime. Your heart leaped into your throat as you saw that it was her.

1:27 am "lol your little gf can't make you feel good like i do?" 1:29 am "omw"

In just 10 minutes, she was back in your apartment, in your arms, and inside you. It was almost like nothing happened like she hadn't just made you cry for a whole month for getting with the girl who made you deeply insecure. All her 8 inches buried deep into your soaked hole, stretching it out and making it hurt, but it felt good. "Is this what you wanted, hm?" she kept mumbling random things into the crook of your neck, not that you were listening to anything she was saying; she was fucking you dumb, and you couldn't seem to focus on anything else but her thick strap pounding into you relentlessly, hitting your cervix just right. You were a mess, literally. "Ellie...nngfuck.. slow down" you breathed out between incoherent moans, panting like a fucking dog in heat "Take it, slut. Show me how much you missed me." She hissed, thrusting hard into you, all your juices spilling out of your pussy, making a mess on your pink sheets. All she wanted to do was destroy you, mark you as hers.

"C-can't," you whined as pornographic moans left your throat. She groaned deep in her throat, savoring the sounds of pleasure falling from your lips, almost as if her life depended on them. She missed this so much. She missed you so much. She increased the pace, pushing deeper into you each time. Her hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly as she continued to thrust her hips against yours, her thrusts becoming faster and harder, your breath coming out in heavy gasps. "So fucking tight, baby," she panted, her voice hoarse with need "You belong to me, don't you?" She bit down on your neck, her teeth grazing lightly against your delicate skin, leaving behind a mark as evidence of her claim over you; you whimpered at the sensation. You were hers, no one else's. She wanted to mark you all over, hoping your girlfriend would see the hickeys on your breasts and neck the next day.

All you could do was nod frantically, "m'yours, all yours" you babbled out, painfully arching your back. So fucking incoherent. Especially after promising yourself that you would never let her lay a finger on you ever again. But you were desperate, you needed to cum, and you needed her right now. "That's my girl, only I can fuck you like this, yeah?" Her hands roamed all over your body, pinching your nipples and rubbing your throbbing nub harshly. She wanted to hear you beg for her and admit how much you needed her. She needed you to need her.

"Tell me how much you missed my cock." She demanded, slamming into you again and again. Your high-pitched moans filled the room, each one driving her wilder. She could feel her own climax building as her clit bumped against the back of her strap with each thrust; the sound of your pleas combined with the tightness of your pussy around her strap-on were enough to push her closer and closer to the edge. You felt that familiar sensation build in your stomach; you were close. "Soo much, ahhh!...missed it, yeah.." you couldn't even put together a proper sentence. Her grip on your hips tightened, tugging slightly as she continued to thrust into you, hitting the spot that had you rolling your eyes into the back of your skull, over and over until you couldn't hold back anymore.

"That's it, whore. Cum for me. You don't belong to anyone else," she snarled, her voice laced with possession. She knew just what to do or say to push you over the edge, and it worked every single time; that's why you ran to her whenever you needed a good fuck. She could feel your body tensing up and your pretty pussy clenching around her strap-on. You came simultaneously, your combined moans filling your cozy bedroom, her well-defined abdominal muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat. She rolled you over, so now you were on top of her, riding out your orgasm on her silicone cock as she ground her clit against the back of her strap.  "Oooh fuuuck!" you cried out as pretty moans left your mouth. She took in the sight of you on top of her, her strap still buried deep inside you, riding her cock; your tits bounced as you did so, a sight that she loved. No one did it like you. No one was remotely as good as you. She took a glimpse of your cum sliding down the strap, you were so fucking wet, and nasty wet sounds filled the room, but she loved it. "Fuck, baby," she groaned, clenching her teeth tightly together, causing her jaw muscles to bulge prominently. Her hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you moved your hips, setting the pace, your eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her fingers dug into your skin, leaving small marks that she knew would fade within hours but would always remind her of this moment. Her veiny hand reached up, grabbing one of your breasts, squeezing it firmly and twisting the nipple between her fingers. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, her eyes never leaving yours as she watched you take her cock like the fucking slut you were. "Taking me so well, such a good girl f'me, aren't ya?"

"El..." you whined as she toyed with your nipple. You weren't going to last long; you were still sensitive and your pussy couldn't handle it. "'m gonna cum again!" you cried out once again, bouncing faster on her thick strap. She watched you with unabashed hunger, her eyes never leaving your body as it moved above her. She thrust up, meeting your movements, pushing you closer to the edge. The sight of your tits bouncing in time with your thrusts and the strap disappearing inside your juicy-coated pussy almost made Ellie cum right then and there. Your thighs started to tremble, and she could feel you clench around her dick; your gasps and moans becoming more frequent. She wasted no time, her fingers digging into your hips as she slammed you down on her strap, making you cry out her name, "Just like that, yeah...take it."

When you finally collapsed against her, panting heavily, Ellie couldn't help but smile. "Mine," she rasped, her voice thick with possession and satisfaction. As your bodies finally came down from their highs, breaths slowly returning to normal, she pulled out of you, leaving your wet and sore pussy gaping open. You whined at the sensation, suddenly feeling empty.

The smile plastered on her face faded as you pulled away, the coldness in your voice seeping into the air between you two as you told her to return to her girlfriend. She reluctantly mimicked your movements and sat up, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes met yours, searching for any trace of warmth or affection, but all she found was distance. She grabbed her clothes and started to dress herself quickly, trying to calm down, her movements precise and controlled, hiding the hurt and anger she felt at your words. She was confused. You had called her, and she thought you were ready to take her back into your life. She wasn't expecting you to discard her like a toy. "I see how it is," she muttered, her voice cold and distant. She gathered her belongings, not meeting your gaze. "I shouldn't have come here." When she was fully clothed, Ellie turned to face you, her eyes filled with regret and anger.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," your tone coming off as sharp and cold. You put your shirt on, struggling to process what happened. You missed her so fucking much, and the sex with her was also something you missed a lot. You knew she was right when she told you that no one could fuck you like she did; your girlfriend couldn't even make you cum, while Ellie knew precisely how to touch you to make you feel good. "Can't believe it...Dina, really?" you muttered under your breath as you got dressed, catching her off guard. Your outburst was so sudden neither you could understand it. She could sense the jealousy in your voice and knew exactly what was going on, and the realization made her feel a twinge of satisfaction. "Is this what it's all about? Me fucking with Dina?" she scoffed, her eyes rolling in annoyance. But despite her outward annoyance, she was secretly glad you still cared and got jealous. It meant that you had never indeed gotten over her. You struggled to maintain eye contact with her, the words "Just…get out" barely escaped your lips. You felt a burning sense of shame for letting your jealousy get the best of you, but at the same time, you couldn't help but release all the pent-up emotions you had been holding in for so long.

She snorted from her nose, shaking her head in disbelief, almost amused by all this "Just say the word, and I'll dump her ass," she said in a flat tone, her emerald green eyes staring right back at you as she placed her hands on her hips. You could tell she was serious, as there was a hint of desperation in her voice. She was hoping you'd ask her to drop Dina's ass and come back to you, but of course, you didn't. "I would do anything for you" desperate, so fucking desperate. You let out a deep sigh and firmly shook your head, looking into her eyes. You could see the pain and desperation in her gaze, but you couldn't just let her back into your life like that. "Go," you repeated yourself. "Fine, whatever," she sounded so pissed, disappointed. For a moment, you wanted to take your words back, but you knew that letting her into your life again was the worst idea ever.

✩ That night only made it incredibly difficult for you to move on from her (not that you could before), but she was all you could think of. You found yourself constantly yearning for her at every moment of the day. You'd often text her, and she would always come over, no matter what she was in the middle of. She was willing to drop everything to be with you and 8 inches inside you or between your thighs. Even if she was out with Dina, she didn't seem to care — it became obvious that something was going on between you and Ellie. You couldn't understand how Dina couldn't tell that Ellie was cheating on her with you.

6:34 pm "Baby, need you" 6:36 pm "I'm so wet, been thinking about you all day :(" 6:37 pm "proof??"

✩ One of the things you used to do quite regularly was sending her nudes. You would send her nudes on Snapchat unexpectedly, mostly to surprise her or get some sort of reaction from her. Sending snaps to tease her was one of your favorite things to do. Whether it was a picture of you in sexy lingerie or a video of you playing with your pussy, riding the purple strap she had left at your place weeks ago. You loved making her horny, and it always worked. She would always end up knocking at your door, eager to fuck you or eat you out.

"Teasin' me like that in public — tsskk," She mumbled against your throbbing core as she teased your clit with her tongue. Your legs were on her shoulders, and you watched her head disappear between your thighs. Your fingers tightly gripped into her auburn hair as she devoured like a starved animal, so pussy drunk. But even in that state, she was such a sight.

✩ You were the only one she could think about, even when fucking her girlfriend. Her mind too fixated on the cute little whimpers that left your mouth when she was inside you or sucking on your clit. The way your legs trembled when you were close, your hips jerking away from her when it became too much for you. No one could make her wet like you did, it was a fucking curse having to fuck someone else while thinking of you, hoping that would be enough to trick her brain into thinking she was fucking you instead.

✩ She would save each of your snaps into her phone's gallery and meticulously organize them into a special and hidden folder she had created just for you. This folder contained not just your nudes but plenty of other stuff — from intimate pictures you'd send her to videos she'd take while fucking you. She would go through the folder occasionally for personal use (iykwim).

✩ Your girlfriend was quick to pick up on something odd going on. She'd notice how you would turn your phone upside down, making sure the screen was facing whatever surface to make sure she wouldn't see your ex-girlfriend spamming your phone with texts (she would do it on purpose, by the way). That's how she knew something was up, but for some odd reason, she brushed it off.

✩ She was fed up with your stupid girlfriend constantly in the way. Why weren't you breaking up with her already? She couldn't understand; she was trying to be the best version of herself for you, yet you were still not hers. She tried everything to get you caught, like texting you while your girlfriend was around, sending you risky snaps, calling you...but nothing seemed to be working. So, she decided to hurry things up by texting your girlfriend and sending her some evidence.

She selected a video from her gallery to send to your girlfriend, writing a text message to go along with it before hitting the 'send' button "is this ur girl?" In the video, she was strapping you from behind, and you were telling her exactly what she needed to hear, "Better than your stupid girlfriend, yeah?" "Y-yes. Oooh fuckk. nhhmmm...faster, please" "Can she fuck you like this, hmm?" "No one can fuck me like y-you do...pleaseplease faster"

✩ Your girlfriend felt hurt and betrayed after realizing that you were using her to make your ex jealous, and she ended things between you two. You didn't seem to be affected by the breakup significantly, as if you had been expecting it all along. Honestly, it was almost as if the relationship never existed to you.

✩ Despite feeling indifferent towards your recent breakup, you were furious that Ellie had been the one who caused the end of your relationship. Who was she to control your life in such a way? Well, she couldn't give a fuck, to be quite honest. Seeing you with other girls consumed her from the inside. Nevertheless, she did not break up with Dina.

✩ But of course, you couldn't just let it slide. You already had a plan.

You were at Ellie's place, your back pressed onto her messy blankets, your leg on top of her shoulder as she held the other one firm, adjusting herself on top of you, to be more precise... on your pussy; grinding her wet pussy against your dripping cunt as filthy wet sounds and whimpers echoed in the room. Her hips moved in a slow motion, her green forest eyes fixated on yours. You reached to her nightstand to grab her phone, "Can I...nghhm... record us, baby?" you managed to utter between soft moans as she rode you, her movements became more desperate, chasing her own orgasm. "Record how good m'fuckin' this pussy?" her voice was husky, her breath ragged. Her head rolled back as she continued to grind against you, moaning at the friction, and her eyes fluttered shut. You unlocked her phone and quickly went through her contacts, pressing on Dina's name to start the call. Although the plan seemed foolish and overused, it worked out perfectly.

Dina appeared at Ellie's doorstep in no time to shout at her while you listened from her bedroom. You were amused by the drama that was unfolding before you. It was entertaining to watch Ellie deny the evidence. Dina's voice rose higher and higher as she accused her of sleeping with her ex. When Dina stormed out of the apartment and slammed the front door behind her, you emerged from your hiding spot and leaned against the doorframe, gazing at her with a mischievous grin on your face. Your arms were crossed over your chest as you watched her, waiting to see her reaction. When she turned to look at you, her face etched with confusion and surprise. You shrugged nonchalantly and said, "My finger slipped," with a lopsided smile.

She snorted and shook her head, but you could see the amusement in her expression, "Such a bitch," she said, though you could tell she was trying to suppress a smile. For some reason, she couldn't help but find it funny, she knew she deserved it.

✩ She gradually made her way back into your life, taking slow but steady steps to regain your trust and affection. And before you knew it, she asked you to be her girlfriend again. You hesitated at first but eventually gave in to the strong feelings you still had for her. The first few months of your second chance together seemed to be going smoothly, or so you thought. Then, one day, out of the blue, she broke up with you, claiming that she needed a break from the relationship.

✩ Your heart was shattered into countless pieces, struggling to comprehend where it had all gone wrong. And to make things worse, it seemed like you were the only one suffering, while she appeared to be completely fine, almost as if she were unbothered by the whole situation. You had poured your heart out, begging her to give your relationship another try, but she seemed to be holding back, almost...distant.

✩ But that didn't stop you; you were determined to win her back. You tried everything in your power to get her to love you again, just like she used to do when she wanted to win you back. You started showing up at her place unannounced, always with little surprises for her: her favorite snacks, flowers, handmade stuff, and love letters. But unfortunately, all your efforts seemed to be in vain. The more you tried, the more she pushed you away. You couldn't tell how she had switched so fast and went from doing anything to get back with you to this. 

✩ When you asked her for an explanation, she said she felt emotionally unavailable. She went on to say that she wasn't sure if she still loved you and that she needed a break. You could see the hurt in her eyes and feel the weight of her words as they slowly sank in. It was a devastating blow that left you feeling utterly destroyed. The pain you felt was almost too much to bear.

✩ She promised to come back to you once she felt better. Months passed, and she didn't return. You were left feeling lost and heartbroken, struggling to cope with the pain of the breakup. To move on, you tried to distract yourself with other things, keeping yourself busy with work, hobbies, and spending time with friends. As time went on, you slowly began to heal and accept that it was over. When she unexpectedly came back, you were already over her.

"im ready to give us another try" "Ellie, it's been a fucking year." "and?"

[jackassbrainrot]

hot mess [knoxville x bam]

desc: The jackass guys are out partying and Knoxville can't take his eyes off Bam. Bam is determined to prove he's not a kid anymore.

a/n: loosely based on the song hot mess by cobra starship, not proofread and written in the middle of the night per usual, probably gonna rework this one

warnings: smut, oral, drinking, knoxville is mean ig

word count: 725

Knoxville was sitting at the bar, half listening to whatever Dunn and Pontius were talking about next to him, sipping on his overpriced beer. His eyes were fixed on the dancefloor, or well, one specific person.

Bam had just turned 21 and was making the most of it. His moves were sloppy, his eyeliner smudged, his hands on the hips of a girl whose name he didn't care to remember. He was on top of the world.

Knoxville doesn't know how long he'd been staring at his co-star before their eyes locked. Bam looked confused for a second, before his expression morphed into a smug smirk. 'Arrogant brat,' Knoxville thought to himself, downing the rest of his beer.

The skateboarder stumbled towards the bar, leaning against it right next to Knoxville. "Gonna buy me a drink?" the young man slurred, that obnoxiously charming smile still painting his lightly reddened face. "Sure thing, sweetheart." That southern drawl and the pet name made Bam shiver, his confidence waning for a brief moment.

Bam didn't know what he was doing, the alcohol in his system clearly taking over. Sure, he found Knoxville attractive, and yeah, maybe the way Johnny looked at him like a predator watching his prey turned him on and-

His train of thought was cut off when the older man handed him his drink. He downed it in one swig, face scrunching up from the bitter taste. Knoxville watched him with amusement, a hint of something else sparkling in those big brown eyes of his. Bam came up with the best plan his drunk mind could conjure. "Think I'm gonna puke." He said, standing up and pulling Johnny towards the bathroom with him.

As soon as the bathroom door shut, Bam caged the bigger man against it, his hot breath against Johnny's ear. "Y'know, I felt you starin' the whole time. What, you jealous?" Knoxville laughed then, both at the position they were in and the drunk man's question. "She's not really my type." He leaned against the door nonchalantly, staring down at his costar.

"But I am." Bam said playfully, looking up at the older man with those big doe eyes no one seemed to be able to resist. Johnny laughed again. "You're so self absorbed, kid." The skateboarder's expression changed, his ego bruised.

"I'm not a kid."

"Prove it then."

Bam didn't like being underestimated and he for sure wasn't letting Johnny goddamn Knoxville patronize him. He was determined to prove the older man wrong.

What Johnny didn't expect was for Bam to fall to his knees in front of him, haphazardly unbuckling his belt and pulling his half hard cock out of his pants. "Not your type at all, huh?" The younger man snickered before wrapping his hand around the shaft and pumping slowly. Knoxville groaned at the contact, which only spurred the younger man on. Bam started slowly licking and kissing every part of Johnny's dick, taking his sweet time. "Quit bein' a tease." Knoxville gritted through his teeth. Bam hummed, so satisfied with himself as he slowly took his friend's cock all the way down his throat.

Knoxville couldn't help but moan at the scene playing out in front of him. Bam's red and swollen lips wrapped so perfectly around him, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and those damn blue eyes staring right up at him. "Look like a girl with your makeup messed up like that." Knoxville teased, not expecting Bam to moan and pick up the pace at the comment.

Taking a handful of Bam's hair, the older man began fucking the younger man's mouth with little care for his comfort. "Gonna cum in that smart mouth of yours, brat." Bam felt a blush creep up his body at the crude words, moaning as he felt Knoxville's cum spilling down his throat.

Bam pulled off Knoxville's cock with a pop, breathing heavily. Knoxville tucked himself back into his pants, looking down at the man kneeling in front of him before his eyes stopped at his crotch. "Did you seriously cum in your pants from sucking me off?" A cruel smile spreading across his face as he watched the younger man take in what he said.

"See, just a kid."

And with that, he left Bam still kneeling on the dirty floor, thoroughly embarrassed and wanting more.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Margeaux was actually 21 at the time of Richards wedding

I was going to end the discussion on the topic, but couldn't resist a bit of a google.

So i found Margaux's birthyear listed as 1984 somewhere on the almighty internet, and the wedding year of Richard to Caron Bernstein as 1999.

That would make her 15, but i remembered having seen photos of Margaux attending that wedding, where she looked young, but not '15 young'. Also Caron and Margaux were supposedly friends (until Richard Nd Margaux hooked up, we won't go into that, because the ladies' catfight over it on IG a few years back was unsavory enough), and i wondered how that would have happened.

So i went to Margaux's IG and found the repost of that photo at the wedding (which she reposted without the catfight), and would you know it, someone asked her in the comments how old she was there, and she replied '23' (after a quick rethink, she first said 21).

And as i believe in going with what a person themselves says (until proven otherwise), we'll go with that 🌺

[xtrablak674]

Arbitrary Death Notifications

Clicking on an Instagram notification of someone I possibly knew, according to the wording, I discovered this person was in fact a friend of a former curator of mine, not actually anyone I knew. I don't usually click on those things, but the thumbnail looked like a cute guy and I couldn't resist. It took seconds to discover they they had a photo of her posted and something in the comments about how she had passed suddenly. #WTF

My head spun for a while cause, I thought I could recall seeing her logged in on Facebook recently, I remember thinking how nice she looked in her bangs and darker coloured hair, I love a sharp bang. I clicked over to her IG and there was no clear indication of her passing. Someone had even commented that they DM'd her and didn't get a response.

Finally, I followed some of the people she followed to someone I knew she knew from the gallery, she was the former director of. He/they had posted about their dear friend passing, and their post was dated in August. I logged into my late grandmothers memorial FB account. I put in her name and saw the post on her wall to her obituary, I clicked, she had died seventeen days after her forty-first birthday. #WellDamn

This had me fucked up. Because first I thought she was older than me, and second they said it was natural causes. I had my own suspicions that it may have been indeed natural causes related to some long-term illness or disease she had, because albeit she was very sweet I could tell from her physical appearance that something was a little off. I was too discreet to inquire what it was exactly.

The bigger issue for me is this is all too common, I have gotten to a place in my life where folks are just dead or dying. As my girlfriend pointed out, you have a lot of folks who have passed in their forties, and she was right. My moms died at forty-four, my father short of his forty-fourth birthday, his son my youngest brother died at forty-three the same age as our dad. My friend from my activism days, died in his forties. Forty is the new eighties...

It puts it all into context when I was on the internets a few months ago, looking to see if folks were still alive. Not to reconnect, but just to see if they were still breathing. I was a little disturbed that this was even a thing. Its an aspect of our society that I really don't like, that people pass from this world, and unless they have accomplished something significant they don't get much more than a paragraph or two on some obscure funeral home's website obituary.

A friend, and I can use that word with confidence, who was a former co-worker died and him I was looking to reconnect with and found that he had passed. I am not saying I was devastated, but I was shocked. And for a few years after his passing I did consciously seek to remember him every year around his going home.

I want to do something different for myself, my estate planning which I was supposed to accomplish this year has still eluded me. But on my mental list is a contact sheet for my attorney to attempt to fulfill to the best of their ability, let folks know I am no longer here.

Mind you I don't think a lot of folks are even really thinking of me, but I hold them in my thoughts, and want folks to be well whether I speak to them or not. I think its important to let folks know, so if even for a moment they can take the time to hold you in their thoughts and maybe pray for your soul. I have to wonder though am I alone in these kind of thoughts...

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[missmewts]

puppy//colin zabel

pairings; colin zabel, gender neutral reader

rating; mature

warnings; smut; sub colin, dom reader, thigh riding, sorta pain kink???, crying kink? idk he's crying and it's hot ig

he hated it, but it made it so much better to see him completely bare under you while you were still full clothed, down to the shoelaces. it gave you the greatest surge of dominancy, and while he said he hated it, it couldn't have been a bigger lie.

though it made him feel self conscious under the judgemental eyes that studied him and the degrading comments, he knew you didn't mean anything you said. and knowing that he knew you didn't mean it meant you could go further with your "insults". though, tonight, you worried that you had gone too far, choked noises backing up his throat and his cheeks blotchy from salty tears.

'colin?' you whisper. his fingers, covering his watering eyes, didn't part to look at you. judging by the swaying erection sitting between the two of you, he enjoyed your comments, but you still couldn't help but worry. when your fingers grazed his wrist, he gasped, a shaky moan ripping through his throat alongside a sob. you smiled, linking your fingers through his. your palm pressed against the top of his hand, slowly bringing it down.

his pretty brown eyes were clouded with tears, his eyelashes drooping dangerously low under the weight of them. face flushed about as red as his cock, he nodded gently. your grin widened into something a bit more malicious, a contrast from your previous comforting smile. though, you down the harrassment. just in case.

'look at this. you see it?' you asked, your gentle tone returning to it's harsh bark. his thighs tremble as your hand grasps his cock tightly. too tight to bring any pleasure, though he knew that was your intention. he nodded quickly. your hands found the pillow that had been discarded on the floor, the off-white case still stained with his pre-cum. you threw it on the bed, letting go of him with a push. he whimpered as his hard-on made connection with his lower stomach.

'rubbing on my pillow like a little school girl. rubbing her little clit on her little pillow with her little door wide open. is that what you are, colin?' you asked. 'you a little girl?' his chest trembled with shaking breath as his left hand came back up to cover his face, more unsheathed tears sliding down his soft cheeks.

'answer me, bitch!' you slapped his hand away from his face, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at you. 'mhmm.' you let go of his face, and brought your hand down, the painful noise bouncing off the walls. he yelped, his lip quivering. 'yes. yes! yes, i am.' he stammered, his trembling fingers raising to press against the blooming pain on his cheek.

you lift your hand, pushing his hands back down. you graze his cheek before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to it. he sniffles, closing his eyes and savoring it.

you sat on the edge of the bed next to his hip, parting your thighs. 'c'mere, puppy.' he took his time lifting himself up with weakened arms, but you didn't comment. he slid of the bed, his arms folding over his stomach self consciously as he stood in front of you on trembling legs.

'good boy. sit.' he began to lower to his knees, but before he could, he noticed your right thigh, the one closest to the pillows. it had been pulled up a bit onto the bed, space on both the outside and the inside of it for his knees. the other was lounging comfortably.

he raised from his partially squatted position and stepped in between your knees. he looked down at you, you looked up at him. your hands grasped his, moving them away from his stomach before reaching up to brush tears out of his tired eyes, dehydrated from the amount of water leaving his body.

the bed sank slightly as he placed his knees down hesitantly, his ankles dangling freely off the edge of the bed. when he sank down, the meat on his thighs widened, just slightly. you slapped them, grinning at him as he resisted the unrelenting temptation to grind onto your jean-clad thigh. he was waiting for instruction. you rubbed the spreading red on his thigh, before slapping it again. 'move.'

he didn't waste any time. he hunched slightly, adjusting. with his cock now stationed beneath him, his fingers holding it in place, he began to move. his pattern was wild and crazed, but you gave him a minute to find a good rhythm going. once he did find one, rocking back and forth with soft gasps, you bounced your knee.

his head lolled, his eyes falling shut as he did so. the delicate droplets falling from his eyes made an uneven pattern as his head fell back and returned to its place. the headache from the quick movements annoyed him, but he didn't let it bug him too much.

'good boy. rubbing your clit on my leg. is it better than the pillow?' colin allowed you a high-pitched, girlish moan. it was a rare accurance, and it made you ache. 'yes!! so much, so much better- please! please.' your hands found his thighs again, and you pinched the small curve between his thigh and his knee, created due to his thigh pressed so firmly against his calf.

his movements grew sporadic. you knew it meant he was close, but you didn't stop him. he had been right on the edge when you found him bucking desperately into your pillow. his pre-cum already stained your black work pants, massaged in from his erection. he gives you another moan, the same tone as last time. you groan at his pathetic noises, rubbing his lower back. 'yes!!' he cried, his head dropping onto your shoulder.

'come on, baby. i've got you.' you tell him, and his thighs come to a trembling stop, his chest heaving as he finishes along your thigh, along his own thighs and shooting up yours. his soft whimpers vibrated against your ear, and you basked in it.

you rubbed his thigh before slapping it. 'who told you you could stop?'

[dixxio]

(!!WARNING: OFFENSIVE!!)

A QuackityHQ x CallMeCarson Crossover Fanfic Spectacular

(Quackity Shags CallMeCarson)

"I’m not always called Quackity, I’m not always a duck,

But whenever I see Carson, I’m always willing to fuck.”

Credits: Founders: LinedStorm2: (the one faggot who came up with this fucking idea) subscribe to pewdiepie T-GAY Shetookthekidsagain: (the other faggot who encouraged it) add me on Ig: @homosexual.volcano Writer: Ruhmeel/RuhRuh/The RUH (the dood who recorded and wrote most of it) Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/ruhruh Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/the.moist.ov... Twitter: https://twitter.com/BabyShaqAtk?lang=en Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ruh_meel/?h... Narrator/Artist: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Peachie: (the other one had a yoda impression) shetookthekidsagain Editors: dixxiokat/kat/katana/kataeris: (the shagger who fixed the other faggot’s fuckin mistakes) Shiyen: (Hit the chug jug hit the chug jug uh) Music Composer: Lucky: (the faggot who plays the xylophone in the background) (also the best fucking musician ever) Peons: Lunar: (the faggot who didnt do jack shit) Ayobi: (the faggot who killed our fuckin ears) random train: (the other faggot who didnt do shit) Sans: Sans Megalovania Undertale!!

Chapter 1 : An Unexpected Beginning

Carson’s Perspective

My name is Carson. Yeah, Call me Carson.

It was a lovely day in Afghanistan, my slaves were mining for diamonds in the concentration camp but with the luck that I was having they only found dirt blocks.

Later on I went to the rice field wondering how much rice I would be able to get with a single dirt block. I found a very nice man- errr he was actually a duck but nonetheless he promised he will get me a grain of rice, that’s more than I get in a year! The duck turned to me and asked for my name “Call me carson.” I said, my face was burning up from how shy I was getting. I don’t know why I felt embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Hey nigger! I’m Quackity!” the large duck replied.

”Quackity? That’s...an interesting name.” he didn’t say anything much to my comment instead he left to get me the grain of rice he talked about. Quackity came back with two grains of rice and placed them in the palm of my hand. Our hands brushed against each other, I stood there dumbfounded not sure what to do. When I finally snapped out of it he was gone already

I got home and started playing farmville on twitch, when something caught my eye in chat, a twitch link with the name of the man I met earlier that day, “The duck?”, I wondered.

In this game, I finally met “Quacking” or whatever his name was. I went up to him, but he ignored me. Probably because of all the people that surrounded him during the raid. I just heard chants repeating: “Quack my zacc and bring free trials back” and “Minecraft rules and furries deserve to be gassed”. I gave in and chanted as well. When he ended the raid, I dm’d him on twitter saying that it was fun raiding the servers in Toontown.

Shockingly, he responded! He said, “Oh yeah no problem homie! It was REALLY FUN! Especially with you there!”

“W-what? N-n-n-nani?” I stammered. “Y-you noticed me in the raid?”

“Yeah! You were crazy out there! Getting all wild and shit!”

I blushed furiously, I didn’t even think he would notice me out of all those people!

“W-wow…. Thanks….”

“No problem homie! Hey, I think you’d like to meet my friends, one of them is in the house, and one’s a wild spartan! And anoth-”

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!” I exclaimed, “Don’t worry, I’ll meet them with you buddy.”

“Woah slow down there, I ain’t your buddy yet. What do I look like a faggot?” said the gay homophobe duck.

“I-I’m sorry. Gomenasai~” I muttered softly.

“Ah don’t worry about it, don’t be such a puss next time.”

“Of course sir.”

He then left me on read.

I sighed dreamily and thought to myself, “Wow, he’s such a nice guy.’

End of Chapter 1: An Unexpected Beginning

Chapter 2: Call Me Quackity

Quackity's Perspective

When I got home to my pond that day, I felt, rather strange.

I just met this guy who seemed like a fan of mine, but it felt just more than that.

It felt like, I was supposed to meet him somewhere in my life.

Anyways, I kept thinking about him the whole day

When eating THE bread, terrorizing the neighbors, gassing the jews, and even doing the dishes!

I tried so hard going to sleep, but I just kept tossing and turning.

This guy, who wanted to be called Carson, he felt…

Special…

In an autistic way.

It made me feel strange as well.

There was this tension going on between my legs, that I couldn't resist. This sensation, I've never felt it before, it's as if I enjoyed his company. It's making me blush in my sleep, but I feel as if I got something inside that I have to release…

I have to release this anger somehow, yamate quackity, yamate I imagined.

I woke up in the middle of the night, having dreams about that Carson guy. “This is so sad, Alexa play despacito.”

I knew I needed help, so I called a hotline that helps with personal issues.

It’s more of a free counselor if you think about it through the phone.

I called the number, waiting for an answer.

“Hello you have reached Aihate Gaze tech support how may i help you?” says the Gaze Man.

“Hi! I have this problem regarding this guy that I met from a raid I did, not too long ago.” I said.

“Is that guy a machine sir?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t get to know him that well but he did have the spicy memes.” I responded.

“Well, I would say that you would have to check his ZIP drive, it holds all the secret information there.”

I was confused.

“Wait, what?” I said, confused.

“Yeah. All you gotta do is that you gotta hack into his windows XP computer and look for the files inside the computer by inserting the ‘USB into the tight port’.” he said.

“ALL I HAVE IS A WINDOWS 98!” shouted Quackity, while doing the floss in frustration.

“Well I believe you could find it’s USB port in the rear.” he said.

Rear? I don’t know what he means by rear, but all I know is that we have a rear in ou- oh…

I guess that means we have to stick the USB inside the ‘rear’...

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Gaze.”

“No problem, but you have to leave your credit card number with the numbers in the back alongside the Clash of Clans account name and password for free coins!! Thanos has returned and he needs it to destroy Fortn-”

I hung up before he could say anything else, and I grabbed the nearest USB I had. I knew what I had to do next.

I stuck it into my rear, just as the Gaze man requested.

“yAhOoOoOoOoO~!” I moaned loudly.

I realized I just stuck this USB drive with all my family photos and burger king foot lettuce pictures up my booty hole.

I didn’t care however, all that was on my mind was HIM.

Carson... oh Carson.

“Call me Carson~,” I imagined him saying.

“No Carson, Call me QUACKTITY.” I responded.

I pushed the USB drive further into the bunghole, until it disappeared into the void.

I’ve done it.

My family photos, my burger king foot lettuce pics, my minecraft skins, all of them, are now inside me.

All for this one guy.

I felt it in my stomach, and shockingly enough, I could see it through the bump shaped like a USB shown on my skin.

I touched it, it hurted, but I grabbed it even tighter, and moved it even higher into my stomach!

“Carson, CARSON, CAAAAAAAAAAARSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!! ORE WA OCHINCHIN GA DAISUKI NANDAYO~~!!!!!!”

I moved it up towards my hard nips, then upward to my chest, then my throat, then finally, through the mouth.

I regurgitated the USB that I stuck through my asshole.

That brown, smelly, shit-covered, saliva covered, stomach acid covered USB drive.

All for that one guy I met at a raid.

Thank you Mr. Gaze…

Thank you...

End Of Chapter 2: Call Me Quackity