#ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏

[hrtfilm]

⠀IMAGINE ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 、⠀⠀#⃞⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♡⠀ ward doesn’t like rafe’s girlfriend.

you knew ward had never liked you.

you weren’t sure why though. maybe the fact you actually didn’t run from rafe when he had those breakdowns, or the fact you made rafe willing enough to ditch his family for you. whatever it was, you always tried to ignore it, feeling really unsure whenever being around him because of his dislike for you.

or maybe the fact you spent to much time at tanneyhill, leaving ward to believe you were plaguing his mind with that pouge shit. but whatever it was, it left him pissed.

then one day—you were out on the porch, having a normal conversation with rafe whenever ward had to show up and ruin it. “oh, your here.” he muttered disappointedly, shifting slightly. “you’ve been here an awful lot though. shouldn’t you be getting home?” when rafe literally told you that you were allowed too sleep in his room with him. rafe rubbed his ringed hand against his head as he itched at his buzzcut.

with a harsh, no hesitation—rafe murmured bluntly, “what the fuck, dad?” he said, straightening his back. when you started getting up to leave, just feeling the radiation that ward disliked you, rafe tugged you back on the loveseat, beside him. “she’s staying. you can go back into hiding—but your not gonna fuck up my relationship.” rafe hissed at his father, standing up to size him up. but he really didn’t need to, standing taller than his father. “you see this ring?” he said, holding up his gold singet ring, “‘m the man of the house now, so fuck off.”

ward stood, flabbergasted from his own sons harsh words. but that’s what he gets, you thought. tryin’ to push you around and stuff. “c’mon baby.” rafe muttered, guiding you inside. it was always you and rafe against the world because you two just got each other. maybe not the rage, but the impending feelings and need to impress your family. but not anymore.

no, rafe would make sure of that. that you were spoiled, and he was the man of the house. “i love you, no matter what that debbie downer says, y’know that right?” rafe whispered to you later that night whenever you were sitting on the edge of the bed you shared with rafe.

“yeah. i love you too.” you said quietly. “hey, hey—” he muttered to you, walking over too you, tilting your chin up. “where’s all’that energy?”

rafe had sat beside you leaning in to kiss you on your cheek, before deciding too drag you further onto the bed with him. “rafe!” you exclaimed with a giggle leaving your pretty lips, “i love you too.” you uttered happily whenever rafe wouldn’t let you out of the headlock, he finally let go of you, kissing your forehead, letting you get situated beside him.

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hiii can you recommend some abby or ellie fics? i feel like i’ve gone thru all of tumblr LMAO btw LOVE your writing

HIIIII BABY i have a tag for fics that i love!!! i haven’t read that many recently bc i’ve been busy but u can look through that if ud like :p

I DOOO HAVE FAV WRITERS THO :p

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IK IM MISSING SOME PPL BUT YE LOVE YALL MWWWAH

[st4rw31rd0]

I like ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 are pretty

I want a ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏

Your are like the bullet to my ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏, my lil bullet :)

But ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 is bad :(

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 can harm :(

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 is used for bad :( but ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 shouldn't be used for bad, ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 is for protection.

I like ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏, but I like small ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏

-Manu(st4rrzyn3rd)

[baenuit]

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soft:

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￮ 𓈒 ⁺ 𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚁ㅤ𝆬 ♡︎ ! 음식 ୭୧ㅤ۪ 🖖🏻🥛

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ᨳ 甘い花 ✿" ﹆ · ✉️ ⊹ ‹𝟹

ᄈ ⠀ 🐭ㅤ︖﹖ㅤ✩ ㅤ꒰ ⁄ ⁄ ⁄ก ིྀ ִ ⠀㔾

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♣️ֶ 𖣯 ～ ᯙ̸̷ ⬞ ︒ㅤ۪ ༆ ִ ᐛ

˖ ˙ 🌪️ ᶻᶻ ㅤ𝟎︭𝟗︭ㅤ 癝 ㅤ⏤ ㅤ𖠋 !?

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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ﹏     ☑️ ⸼ ࣪. ㅤ҉ ▌   *

𝓢ᴇᴍ 𝒜𝗆𝗈𝗋 ☆゙ ᭥ 𓇽 ⸻̸ㅤ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ♥︎ぇ

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ㅤ 💲 𓊪ㅤ ᨞ㅤ ◟ ㅤ⚫ㅤ ≡ ⟍⟋ ㅤ𝗜 ⓘㅤ ࣪

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𓆱 ⺀ ⩩ ＊ ⛓ 𐚱 〻 !!

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symbol──pack

[gloxk]

Sneaky linkin’

(Eren Y. Armin A. Connie S.)

A/N: i’m not COMPLETELY back, but I am making a slight improvement w my mental health… so here’s sum slight for yall🤷🏽‍♀️. I kinda hate this but maybe yall will like it..ion know. Luv ya tho. 17+.

Synopsis: Aot men as sneaky links.

Warning: Smut.. F/M

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Eren! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ———Back seat bandit

Eren..is definitely a back seat bandit. It’s mainly because he has a nice car, why not show it off?

Now, all i’m going to say is (Persian rugs- jacquees version.) Oh lawwwd, he definitely plays that while giving the most sloppiest, nastiest, messiest, back arching back shots ever. This man does NOT play.

Hair puller, choker, dirty talker. He’s the type to make you tell him how good he’s fucking you. “Uh-huh, right there? You like that baby?” And you better tell him too.

The hair pulling thing just comes by instinct. You could be giving this man the sloppiest head ever, deep throating him till hes hitting the back of your esophagus and all. The type of head that makes him feel like he’s shifting reality. He will tug your hair to get a real good look at your face, saliva dripping down your chin and red coating your face. A face that just screams ‘ Am I making you happy?’. He would stare at you with a shit eating grin just while the camera flash hits your face.

Degrading as fuck. He would just say some shit to boost his ego during sex. “I know you like that shit, stop acting like you don’t.” & “You can scream my name louder than that. Try again.” & “Stop fuckin running.” Don’t be fooled now, he’s also going to talk you through it and give you reassurance. “You doin so good f’me.” & “it’s all yours mami.” & “You look so pretty right now.”

Ugh this man just loves to have his hand wrapped around your body. Around your waist, neck, thighs, hands—it don’t matter to him. He loves touching on you. Any time yall link his hands just find their way over your body.

Connie! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ——— Any time any where

Connie..is the type of guy who can fuck ANYWHERE. Car, room, closet, random family bathroom at a gas station—he don’t care.

If you’re down, he’s down. Y’all could be out shopping and he fucks you in the dressing room.

This man LOVES when you ride him. He would just watch you in awe while you bounce up and down on him.

Definitely a talker during sex, he loves telling you how good you’re doing. “Mhm—fuck—I love when you do that.” & “Cmoonn look at me while you do it.” & “Arch that back mama.”

Now, he’s a recorder. He records everything. He has a little folder in his phone dedicated to your link ups.

Although he’s gonna dick you down anywhere he can, his favorite place is the shower. Got some music playing in the background (P power - gunna) while he’s plowing into you. The shower couldn’t even cover up your loud moans.

Pull out ? Nah, “You wanna be grown, let’s be grown baby.” He doesn’t believe in wasting, so either you sucking it up or taking that shit.

Armin! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ——— munch

Armin..is an eater. He’s gonna eat like it’s his last meal every fucking time. His tongue game is vicious. Absolutely diabolical, the messiest head you will ever get.

Salvia dripping on the couch, tears falling from your eyes due to overstimulation, legs locking around his head—he still wouldn’t stop. He won’t stop till you force him to.

Hold on now, Armin ain’t just an eater, he got good dick too. He’s a saint that’s gonna fuck you like a sinner. Let him get some liquor in his system and you’re going to be begging for round 2.

Speaking of drunk Armin, he’s gonna fuck you against a wall. Just something that’s going to happen one way or the other. One leg in the air while the other dangles just above the floor, his hands gripping on your ass so hard it leaves a mark.

Oh it doesn’t stop there either, he’s going to stumble his way to the bed and take you there too.

Hella vocal whimpering, moaning, whispering. He’s going to let you know your pussy good. “God-you feel so fuckin good.” & “Please keep doing that.”

Loves teaching you new things, different kinks, positions, anything of the sort. I know he just loves exploring and experimenting things with you. He’s a freaky freak for sure. <3

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whore…

[aesonance]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ͏🌺 ͏꯳⃘꤫ ͡ ⠀ ⠀Tᨡn𝐧ed 🅶uava ⠀ >O<

⠀ ․ ۜ ̫․ ⠀⠀あなたのゲイ ⠀ ⠀⠀🩱⠀ ⠀ ೃ⁑ ⠀⠀ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏

[s-4pphics]

ATE I FEAR….

currently thinking about edging sub!ellie...so...whoops

"hnnn- fuckfuckfuck baby, please." she'd whine into your ear, clawing wherever she could reach on you, scratching up your shoulder blades, digging into your waist. as soon as you feel the familiar flutters of her pussy around your skillful fingers, you'd pull away with a smirk, watching her gleefully.

you slow your movements until there's only a stationary pad of your finger resting on her pulsing clit. you stare down at her as she's gasping and bordering on tearing up, face all red and hair disheveled. auburn strands a stark contrast from the white pillow she's laid upon.

she'd try to squirm around to make you continue touching her, but you don't comply. frustrated huffs and grunts fall from her lips as her bare chest heaves up and down with desperation.

"hmmm?" you'd coo at her, voice sweet on the surface, but laced with a patronizing taunt.

she'd sigh, muster up her remaining energy and throw a deathly glare at you, sharp enough to kill a man painlessly. unfortunately for her it only amuses you further, and you bite back a sneer.

eyebrows scrunched together with her gaze not leaving yours, she sputters through a clenched jaw, "i'm gonna kill you." you can't help but chuckle at the threat. you know she doesn't mean it, it was always funny when she got feisty.

"oh you don't wanna do that, no one fucks you as good as i do, baby." you finish your rebuttal by re-inserting two fingers into her weeping pussy once more, curling skyward until you hit the spot that breaks her.

within moments her back is arching into you and eyes squeezing shut, a symphony of melodic moans and whimpers flooding the room.

"yeah, that's what you wanted?" you tease, but it's ignored. you'll allow it this time. pumping in and out of her, you can tell she's getting close again, and the thought to rip it away from her yet again crosses your mind, but you've lost count at this point.

she's gripping onto your other arm as if her life depended on it, holding on so hard you swear you'll lose feeling in it.

never letting up your pace her whines increase in volume and frequency, her pussy swallowing up your digits with ease.

you're entranced by her, she's done so well you'll let her cum, finally. she's earned it.

"pleaseplease, yes, ah-" incoherent strings of pleas and delicious begs escape her, you watch as her toned abs flex and cave in as the feeling begins to build for her.

"that's it, c'mon." you mumble a praise, which acts as the gateway for her to let go and succumb to the release enveloping her.

steadily working her through it, thumb rolling over her clit and fingers milking the orgasm out of her until it becomes too much.

she's breathing deeply once it's passed and seems finally at peace after so long, so much denial. you lay on top of her, peppering open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck, running your hands over her waist.

"you're so mean." she mumbles, her voice taken on a drowsy aura from the exertion.

"i know. but you love it."

"i do."

um HELLO the fuck idk what came over me needed to get this outta my system ig LMAO literally typed this in like 10 minutes in the app bye

[hrtfilm]

photoshoot tension

cw; divorced!jensen a. x personal assistant!reader—afab!reader, smut, slight mutual pinning, tension, reader imagines sex w jensen before it happens, arguing, drunk makeup sex, unprotected sex (wrap ‘fore u tap), oral (m! recipient), maybe breeeding kink, age gap (jensen is obviously in his fourties, reader is in their twenties), probably wrote the getting drunk wrong because I’ve never drank before so erm help, morning after.

author’s note; so ik he’s married but what’s better than if he was freshly divorced so uhm yeah, i actually love his wife so i hope they never get divorced but it’s the thought that counts </3

JENSEN under the white flashing lights just stirred up every emotion in you. but he’s just divorced—it’s a clean slate for him. and you can’t jump onto him as soon as it happens. though nobodies stopping you from making up scenarios of whatever you wanted.

to sex in an motel to his dressing room. their were a lot of places. but oh, scrub those thoughts away. quickly.

after the photoshoot, jensen had disappeared to his dressing room. your heart pounded in your chest, all the way to your ribs. you knocked on the door, his gruff reply telling you to come in. you slowly opened the door as you slipped in the room. “so tomorrow you have a day off—but sunday you have another photoshoot,” you rambled off. you weren’t really focusing on him (in fear the impounding thoughts of an inappropriate relationship with you and him would start back up).

“slow down.” jensen let out a soft huff. you had a strange habit to ramble off about plans, it gave you a unique character. but it could also be extremely annoying. that’s what jensen liked about you. it’s why he kept you around to begin with, well, whenever most people would go home. you’d stay. and he wouldn’t say anything “cancel sunday.” “but—” “cancel sunday, okay?” he stared at you sternly. he understood it was nudging towards valentine’s day, yeah—he knew. he just needed a break from all the chaos.

your breath hitched in frustration whenever you had to take the pen and cross out sunday. “you really shouldn’t cancel this photoshoot.” you muttered in yet again, more annoyance.

jensen rolled his eyes, “it’s fine.” you cut your eyes up at him, finally looking away from the calendar.

“no it’s not. it’s coming closer to valentine’s day and you need to give your fans something—i know you’ve been going through a divorce and all, but life sucks. you can’t cancel, it took me months to get the photoshoot booked.” you said, your annoyance rising. you weren’t sure if you meant it or not. but it was a ‘in the moment’ spur. that’s what made jensen upset. he wasn’t feeling very valentiney the month. out of all the months, he had to get divorced finalized in february.

he rolled his eyes, “well once you go through a divorce in february, you won’t be in the mood for cupid photoshoots.” he shoved off the chair he was sitting in, brushing past you. you let out a scoff as he left, obviously leaving. so in time being, the both of you were at an impasse, a deadlock. though neither of you liked that. not at all. not one bit. there were tensions left unsaid, more than just argument tension. built up, sexual, passion tension.

“jensen, you can’t leave without talking to me!” you huffed in annoyance. he very well could. he was a grown man. though his schedule was handled by a person who was half his age. he ran his fingers through his hair as he walked away. only stopping to cut an eye at you.

ՙ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა .

it was god knows what time, but you found jensen at a local bar, seemingly avoiding paparazzi. you took a seat beside him, muttering a soft apology. he gave you a court nod. he ordered for the bartender to bring out yet another beer for the ‘pretty girl’ quote his words. it was a good idea. not one bit. but you couldn’t just waste the beer. that’s, that’s not good for the environment.

yeah, not good for the environment at all. but the one thing you didn’t do was spewl out an apology to him. your ego was apparently a little to big to apologize. you brought the glass to your lips, the foam from the beer collection on your upper lip. almost giving you a better mustache than jensen. jensen couldn’t help but let out a little snort, swiping his thumb across your upper lip, without warning. your breath hitched softly before pulling away from his thumb. “thanks. for the uhm beer.” you muttered, only making jensen grin deviously.

shy thing you were when it came to physical contact. “your welcome angel.” jensen whispered hoarsely as he brought his glass to his lips. “so, what’ve you been doing?” he asked you. their wasn’t much of a conversation to have with your personal assistant whenever they spent the whole day around you. so he knows what you’ve been doing. keeping him in line.

“oh nothin’ much” you slurred. “jus’ gettin’ li’l drunk now.” jensen cracked a smile, his hand finding the small of your back. it was a subtle movement, but an intimate one, at that. the soft smile from your lips almost—almost dropped into a derpy little grin. a drunk grin.

“oh yeah?” he mused with a grin a he took a gulp from his glass. “hope that works well for you.” you were definitely a little buzzed at this point, the way you were being so open to him is something you’d never do if you were fully sober. you shot a soft smile before going back to your drinking. from what he could tell, you were a lightweight, “don’t drink to much, ya need to be in the right mind to leave, don’tcha?”

“yeah.” you huffed, “but ‘t’s jus’ to good to leave unattended.” jensen much rather hang out with his personal assistant drunk than sober. god, sometimes you were a complete headache. he sent a soft smile your way as you kept drinking. though it was a few moments later, you were snagging your keys off the bar.

“leavin’ me so soon sweetheart?” he cocked his head at you. you were to fun to leave, “at least let me get you an uber, better yet, let me take you home.” you nodded, slapping your keys in his hand. you got up, and he followed after. you looked like an absolute angel drunk, especially under the bars flashing sign. but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. “now, which one is your car.”

you waved your finger in his face before landing it on a pretty black suv. “that one.” he placed his hand on your back, listening to your drunken rambling. again, total drunk angel. he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for you. he stood behind you, making sure you didn’t fall onto your ass. jensen propped himself against the seat, reaching across to buckle you up. when he pulled away, your face had morphed into a little grin, and you burst out into little giggles. like a schoolgirl. it was adorable, really it was.

jensen walked around to the driver side. as he climbed into the car, turning the car on—it tumbled to life. you had slumped in your seat, getting a little shut eye time. when he drove to your house, the lights from the city’s lamp lights steady and slowly flashed by, jensen squinting every so slightly under the surprise of each light. he let out a soft breath, his gaze going over to you every so often.

he pulled into a place he new best; a motel. he wasn’t completely sure where you lived, nor did he want to take you to his place and have you gasp awake in fear that you got kidnapped. jensen turned the car off, getting out and walking to your side.

jensen tugged your body out the car. when he shut the door, you opened your eyes. “put me down,” you huffed drunkenly. though he wasn’t one to deny any one of anything, so he slowly placed you on your feet. you pressed yourself against him when you almost fell, staring up at him. it felt like a romance movie. but you were both a little buzzed. at least you were now a little bit buzzed from the effects of the drinking. jensen held you against his body, hands going to your hips.

he guided you inside, where he immediately walked to the clerk at the front desk. “hi. can i get a room, for me ‘n the pretty angel?” jensen said smoothly. the clerk looked up—not at all amused, not phased by jensen’s flirty behavior. she didn’t even take a double look at him, not noticing that he was literally -jensen-freaking-ackles.

he grabbed the keys from the clerk and guided you down to the room of the number on the key. jensen guided you in the room, and before the door was even shut, you were pressing your lips on his. “hey,” he let out soft breath, as he held your shoulders, pushing you away. “your drunk.” jensen brushed your hair with his fingers, guiding you to your bed.

you looked at him with puppy dog eyes, “please?” you let out a soft whine. he didn’t want to deny you. like, just look at that face. he let out a huff as he grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him. you slowly grinded your clothed hip on his—immediately drawing a reaction from him from the motion. he shouldn’t have been doing this. maybe the beer was clouding his judgment. but, god damn did it feel good. “shit—careful” he said, grabbing a hold of your waist to stop you. jensen’s breath was warm—and already panting. he slowly lifted your hips to tug your pants down. he pulled them off your ankles, tossing them onto the floor. jensen ran his fingers along the pattern of your white floral lace. he pulled them off your body, carefully as they guided down your freshly shaved legs. his breath shuddered at the sight of your bare cunt on view to him. he sat up to guide your shirt off your body. and with years of practicing, used one hand to fall back to your bra clip—and unclipped it.

your breathing picked up as you fell to jensen’s pants, you pulled the button through the hole, pushing his pants down. following his boxers. as you pushed the items off him, you followed. you stopped at his cock—kissing it to life. your breath wavered at the sight of it as it sprung to life. you wrapped your hands around the base, licking the tip. testing the waters before you sunk your head around his erected member. you bobbed your head up and down on his member.

jensen’s hand came to make a makeshift ponytail out of your hair—guiding you up and down. jensen let out a noise slip through his lip, almost whimeper-y like, but a moan. you let out a muted gag, your hands falling away from the base of his member. “fu—mmh—ck!” you cried out. tears built up at your waterline. not in pain, but pleasure. he pulled your head up when he neared release.

“wanna do it in you—” jensen breathed breathlessly, “need’ya to be full of my come.”

you nodded softly. “m’kay.” you huffed out breathlessly—pulling yourself up. you sunk down onto his memeber, your head lolling backwards. letting out a soft moan. jensen held your hips in a vise as he guided you up and down on him, one of his hands shifting to rub your cunt in slow, soft circles. you walls clenched around him, the bed hit the wall ever so often. “jensen—ah—to big!”

jensen hummed, pulling your hair gently. “but your doin’ so good my angel.” he placed his hand back on your hip as the bounces started getting sloppy. “not to sloppy.” he drew his hand away from your cunt going to brush the hair out of your face. the way your face scrunched up—jensen let out soft grunts that were lower than your moans. with your head lolled back, mouth open, it tempted jensen. his thumb seemed towards your mouth. your moans got cut off by a gagging noise. his thumb had worked it’s way into your mouth. you bit down on his finger—but not to hardly.

jensen grinned when he felt you bit down “don’t hurt me angel.” he muttered softly.

the rain started up outside, it pitter-y patter-yied against the window and roof. the bed springs constantly screamed in protest under the movement. muffled noises of people talking came from the other rooms—and likewise, they heard the commotion located in three thirty-seven. occasionally a grumpy man would bang against the wall for the two of you to stop, but it never deterred the either of you.

with each bounce, with each muffled moan, with each grunt—both you and jensen neared closer to release. your walls clenched around him like clockwork. “come. come on my cock—c’mon.” he hummed, his hand on your hip, burning intentions into your skin, the same thumb rubbing circles on your hips. his other hand still in your mouth. and almost—in synch, like the command of you coming struck something in the both of you. jensen painted your gummy pink walls white, and your came around his cock.

you collapsed beside him, his limp member slipping out of you as you shifted off him. you kissed his chest sleepily. slowly falling asleep his seed warmed you right up. you closed your eyes—and fell asleep. but not jensen. he pulled you into his arms. and maybe he was regretting it. regretting it so terribly; you where his personal assistance. although guilt would have to wait til later—maybe at twelve pm tomorrow. but now, you two slept. you slept off the soreness of the sex.

when you woke up, the outside world was unaware of what had happened that night. completely unware that a freshly divorce actor had got it off with his personal assistant. the sun fought against the fog as it poured through the curtain, and jensen was in the shower.

you walked to the bathroom, opening the door. with a sleepy voice, you asked “got room for one more.” jensen pulled the curtain back, inviting you under the shower hose with him. the water acting a soothing mechanism. jensen used the motel soap—and a motel rag to clean your body off. you looked up at him with a soft—almost devious smile as you whispered a soft “thank you.” and maybe that was for last night—and maybe that was for him washing you. it was really to be interpreted anyway he preferred.

in a shaky breath, he whispered back an audible “your welcome” as he stared down your soapy body. jensen pressed his lips against yours, the rag dropping to the bathroom floor. when you pulled away, you both had a smile on your face. though the neither of you knew what this meant to your relationship. was it going to happen again? meant to be? or just a drunken mistake? you didn’t know. jensen didn’t know. but it sure as hell had some remarkable sex in it.

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nobody compares to you

chapter 8

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: you're in your junior year of college and at a party, you run into the girl who broke your heart: ellie williams. despite the time it took to reset your life, will you risk a broken heart again for her?

content warnings: modern college au, cursing, angst, lesbian flirtationship?, mentions of kissing, mentions of a weapon (it's just ellie's switchblade), descriptions of injuries and bruising, abby is hot and cocky (duh), minors do not interact

word count: 4k

chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

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You’d spent the last few days texting back and forth with Abby. She hadn’t changed much since your freshman year, still confident and charismatic and charming as always. 

It was nice, taking a step outside of your comfort zone. It had been a while since you’d regularly socialized with someone other than your usual group of friends. The older you got, it seemed the harder it was becoming to feel comfortable getting close to others. 

But Abby made it easy, keeping things casual and light. She’d ask about your day, talk about hers, and inquire what you were up to. She’d flirt every now and again, and you’d cautiously flirt right back, but she never pushed much further than that. 

You hadn’t told anyone yet about you reconnecting with Abby. The girls from the Wilson Crew would no doubt be supportive, having partly seen you going through some of the aftermath with Ellie. But as loving and encouraging as they were, having six girls simultaneously asking you questions and being loud & abrasive about your love/sex life was too overwhelming a thought. 

You considered disclosing your secret to Dina. But though you loved her and she was the closest thing you’ve ever had to a sister, Dina was a tad bit judgy. She wouldn’t say anything, but after a few years of knowing her and her mannerisms, you’d recognized her pursed lips and her one raised eyebrow as her judgy face. And right now, the last thing you needed was to be evaluated when you’re trying to emerge from behind the walls you’ve built the past couple of years. 

After musing over it for a while, you kick yourself for not realizing right away who it was that you could confide in: Jesse. 

Jesse was an easygoing person, effortless to chat with and always cracking jokes. But when it came down to it, he cared about you and knew how to listen, judgment-free. You used to have long talks with him back in freshman year, separate from Dina and Ellie, while you watched old movies or played video games together. After Rafael died, he made sure constantly that you stayed stable and took care of yourself. He’d never failed to be a great friend to you.  

Thursday morning, you make the decision to text Jesse as you get ready to leave for your first morning class. 

You let out an audible “uhhh” as you remember that Jesse shared an apartment with Ellie. Jesse seems to suddenly remember as well a few seconds later. 

You chuckle as you read Jesse’s last text before putting your phone in your pocket and walking out the front door of your apartment. 

“So, you free tomorrow night?” Abby asks. 

“Mm, that depends.” 

“On?” 

“On why you’re asking.” You reply cheekily. 

Abby chuckles. 

You were making your way to your Race and Sexuality in Popular Culture class and Abby, who had some time to kill, was walking you over. 

“Oh, just curious.” Abby says. 

“Uh-huh, just curious.” You reply, rolling your eyes playfully. 

You stroll down the brick path holding a large textbook to your chest that you couldn’t stuff into your backpack with the rest of your things. Abby’d offered to carry it for you, but you insisted that you were a “strong and independent woman who didn’t need anyone to carry their books for them,” to which Abby laughed. 

“Oh, I’m just fucking around,” Abby continues. “Wanted to see if you wanted to maybe come to this bar with me and my friends. It’s pretty close by.” 

“Wow, getting drunk? On a weekday, Miss Anderson?” You joke. 

“Friday night counts as a weekend, you weirdo.” Abby chuckles. 

“Which bar is it?” 

“The Bow and Arrow on Waverly Street.” 

You purse your lips at this. 

The Bow and Arrow was a lesbian bar that was near the university’s campus. It was a pretty small place with a nice set-up: friendly and welcoming bartenders, TVs that played a variety of movies or that were connected to old consoles for patrons to play retro games on, and a spacious dance floor on the rooftop. 

Last year when you were still freshly heartbroken, you’d gone to the Bow and Arrow with a few friends from the Wilson Crew. Somehow, you ended up making out with a random girl in a dark corner who’d been eyeing you all evening. But after they’d asked if you wanted to go home with them, you chickened out and muttered a quick apology before rejoining your friends. 

Before then, you’d gone a few times during your freshman year. But after one fateful December night that involved a random stranger, the dance floor, and Ellie, you didn’t frequent it much afterwards. 

Abby didn’t notice your hesitation, which allowed you a second to come up with a calculated response. 

“Do you mind if I think about it? Tomorrow’s kind of a long day for me. Might be too exhausted after all my classes.” You say. 

“Sure, that’s totally fine.” Abby replies. “No pressure at all. If you wanna have a chill night, you could also come over and we can watch a movie or something instead.” 

You smile at her thoughtfulness. 

“You’re sweet,” You say. “But it’s okay, don’t change your plans ‘cause of me. You should go anyway and have fun with your friends.” 

“Still trying to avoid hanging out alone with me, huh?” Abby jokes. 

You roll your eyes and smile. 

“Yes, that’s exactly why I’m letting you walk me to class today.” You reply sarcastically. “Definitely trying to avoid being around you right now, Anderson.” 

“Oh, you’re ‘letting me’ walk you to class, are you?” 

“Yup,” You say. “Now leave me, I no longer require your services, Miss Anderson.” You joke, gesturing for her to leave the opposite direction. 

“Bossy.” Abby chuckles but continues to walk alongside you. 

It was a slightly chillier day today as October began to slowly approach November. You’d opted for an oversized sweater that used to belong to your cousin Rafael (it had his alma mater stitched onto the front and your uncle had gifted it to you sometime after his passing), a beanie, and a pair of thick leggings. When you’d met up with Abby, you pretended not to notice her eyeing your ass in your leggings for half a second when she first spotted you. 

“Alright,” Abby continues. “How about tonight? You busy?” 

“Can’t tonight, sorry.” You say. “Meeting up with a friend.” 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, just having dinner with my friend Jesse.” 

“Oh, Jesse Chang, right?” 

You blink at Abby’s recognition. 

“Yeah, you know him?” 

“Just seen him around and all.” Abby explains. “He’s at the gym sometimes when I’m there. He lives with your friend Ellie, right? They’re both there together a lot.” 

Your face drops at the mention of Ellie, but Abby has her eyes straight ahead and doesn’t catch it. 

“Oh, and I see him sometimes playing guitar on the quad.” Abby continues. “He’s pretty good.” 

You quickly compose yourself. 

“Y-yeah. He’s known to play since he was a kid. A family friend taught him growing up.” You say. 

You feel a pang in your heart. Joel taught Jesse how to play the guitar when he was younger. Jesse and Ellie. 

That summer that you’d spent in Jackson, Ellie’d told Joel during a Joel dinner night about how you were musically inclined. You’d felt embarrassed but you remember thinking that it was sweet how excited he got. Joel then proceeded to gush all about how he taught Ellie and Jesse how to play the guitar when they were just teenagers.  

Jesse’d already known how to play piano from lessons he’d been taking and was curious to branch out (Ellie made a comment that he just wanted to learn because playing guitar looked so much cooler to girls). According to Joel, he had been a good, attentive student. When Ellie found out Joel was teaching Jesse, she competitively insisted on being taught too. 

You remember chuckling when Joel’d told you how much of an impatient and temperamental student Ellie turned out to be. She’d easily get frustrated when she forgot a chord and curse herself out when her fingers would slip to play discordantly. But along with her hotheadedness came passion, and Ellie ended up teaching herself quickly into mastering the instrument anyway. 

Something inside ached when the memories of Jesse and Ellie casually strumming on their guitars flooded back. You’d watched in admiration as they fucked around and even occasionally wrote songs together. Sometimes you’d sing along to whatever they’d be playing, and they would joke about how they should start a band (to which you���d tease that Ellie didn’t play nice with others to handle being in an organized group). 

“That’s nice.” Abby says, interrupting your trance. “You’re pretty close to him?” 

“Oh yeah,” You reply. “I’d say he’s one of my closest friends here.” 

You quickly feel guilty saying that out loud, knowing that you’d pulled away from both him and Dina the past year. 

“That’s pretty sweet,” Abby smiles. “He seems like a really chill guy.” 

“He’s the best.” You say, smiling back. 

“Well, I won’t get in the way of bestie bonding then,” Abby says. “But at least consider coming out with us tomorrow night?” 

You were approaching the building of your next class now with just a couple of minutes to spare. You gripped your textbook to your chest tightly, almost like it was a source of stress relief. Going out and actually being in public with Abby was a nerve-wracking concept. But you didn’t want to disappoint her either. 

“I will,” You say. “I promise.” 

“Good.” Abby says. 

“Now, go and get out of here,” You tell her. “You’re gonna be late for your next class.” 

“Why are you always so eager to get rid of me?” Abby teases. 

You roll your eyes, amused. 

“You’re just so sickenly nice to me that I can’t stand to be around you.” 

“Get used to it then.” Abby replies. 

“Mm,” You muse. “We’ll see.” 

Abby chuckles. 

“Alright, well, I’ll text you.” She says, waving as she walks off. “See you, pretty girl.” 

You feel blood rushing to your cheeks at this flirty comment as you wave her off. Your grip on your textbook loosens before you turn and proceed into the building. 

“Another strawberry milkshake? Really?” You ask as the server walks away. 

“What! I’m having a craving!” 

You chuckle before taking a sip of your water. 

Ever the responsible and reliable friend, Jesse was ten minutes early to the diner for your meet-up. He’d pulled you into one of his classic bear hugs when you came in, and your heart jolted and your eyes teared up. You really missed being around him. 

“So, how’ve you been, kid?” He asks, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms. 

“Mm, short or long answer?” 

“Long,” He smiles. “I wanna know everything.” 

You return his smile uncertainly. 

“Don’t really know how to start, Jess.” 

“How ‘bout telling me how classes have been going for you?” 

You go on for a while about how you’d been handling your schoolwork, Jesse occasionally chiming in about his own classes. He laughed at your anecdotes and asked all the right questions at all the right times. Your orders were placed in front of you as you were complaining about your Women in Classical Antiquity professor who you swore has a vendetta against you. 

“Then she looks at me like I’m crazy!” You complain before stuffing your face with a slice of chocolate-chip pancake. 

“Yeah, a buddy of mine had her last year, and apparently half the shit she was teaching made no sense.” Jesse replies, licking whipped cream off the top of his milkshake. 

“It doesn’t!” You exclaim. “Like, I’m sorry that I corrected you in front of the rest of your students, but like? Do your job right the first time then, bitch!” 

Jesse guffaws as you pour more maple syrup over your pancakes. 

“Dude, she’s gonna fail you for sure if you keep it up.” 

“Fail me for knowing more about Greek mythology than she does,” You grumble. “Get me up on that podium, and we’ll all learn something for a change.” 

You continue your tirade for a couple of minutes until the conversation shifted from your classes to your friends. 

“It’s so cute that they’ve been together since freshman year,” You say, discussing your friends Tara and Astrid who were celebrating their two-year anniversary in a couple of months. “Although I guess to you and D, two years is nothing.” 

“Hey, still an impressive feat. And I definitely agree that they’re real cute together.” Jesse replies. 

“Nice to know love is real after all.” You joke. 

Jesse smiles at this but then suddenly looks thoughtful. 

“How about you, dude?” 

“What about me?” You ask, finishing off the last of your pancakes and attacking your side of grits. 

“How’s your love life been going?” 

You pause. This was exactly why you’d invited Jesse out, to confide in him. And yet somehow, you feel your mouth go dry and your heartbeat rapidly increase. 

Jesse notices your hesitation and puts his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands. 

“We don’t have to talk about it, bud. But I’m here if you need someone. Judgment-free zone.” 

You give him a soft smile. Jesse was so perceptive sometimes. 

“Well, umm,” You start. “I’m sort of… seeing someone? Or trying to see someone, I guess.” 

“Oh, yeah? What does ‘trying’ to see someone mean exactly?” 

“It means,” You sigh. “It means I don’t really know what I’m doing or what’s going on or if I want to go further.” 

Jesse chuckles. 

“Well, what do you want?” He asks. 

“I’m not really sure,” You reply. “I guess, I’m a little tired of feeling lonely, and she’s so nice to me. She makes me feel good about myself. I don’t know. I just haven’t dated anyone in such a long time.” 

“That’s okay. It’s been a rough couple of years for you. I don’t blame you at all.” Jesse says. 

You look at him sadly before popping a spoonful of grits into your mouth. 

“Well, I don’t think you should completely force yourself into something you’re unsure about,” Jesse says after taking a sip from his milkshake. “But I also think that you deserve to be happy. And unfortunately, that means putting yourself out there.” 

You scowl at this. 

“Do I have to?” 

“Sorry, kid.” Jesse chuckles and you grimace. 

“I just want to see you be yourself again,” Jesse continues. “Whether that’s because you start going out with someone new or because you just leave your apartment more often, it doesn’t matter. Do you think this girl could be good for you?” 

You contemplate his question for a few moments. 

“Maybe?” You reply, unsure. “She could be. I don’t know.” 

“Well, you don’t have to know now,” Jesse says. “Just do what makes you happy, okay? That’s really all I want.” 

You feel something warm growing instantaneously in your chest. Gratitude was too small of a word for what you felt towards Jesse, and you make a note to yourself to start hanging out with him more. 

“Thanks, Jess. You really are the best.” You say. 

“Hey, that almost rhymed.” He jokes. 

“Oh my god,” You laugh, rolling your eyes. “You’re so annoying.” 

“You’re a poet and you don’t even know it!” He cackles. 

You take one of your used, syrup-y paper napkins, ball it up, and toss it at his face. He catches it easily, chortling to himself. 

“God, you’re a fucking dork!” You say. 

“Don’t be a hater!” He says, holding his hands up defensively. 

You giggle. 

“I missed you, Jess.” You say. 

“Missed you too, kid,” Jesse replies, eyes softening. “You’ve got to come over sometime. I haven’t beaten your ass at Smash in forever!” 

You give him a hesitant smile, which he notices. 

“Just come over when she’s not there.” He says, accurately assuming the reason behind your reluctance. 

“Dude, I don’t know…” 

“We’ll do it sometime when she’s not home. It’ll be fine, I promise.” Jesse reassures. “Plus, we haven’t had a jam sesh in forever. I miss my jamming partner.” 

You smile, remembering the times when Jesse would convince you to teach him something new on his guitar or have you sing along to a song he’d been learning. He almost roped you into performing at an open mic with him back in freshman year, but you ended up chickening out. 

“Don’t you have Ellie for that?” You ask timidly. You find that her name hurts to say out loud. 

“She judges me too much for my exquisite and refined music taste,” Jesse complains. “She nearly threw her knife at me for trying to get her to duet a Taylor Swift song with me.” 

You laugh, despite yourself. 

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get.” You tease. 

“Hey! This is a judgment-free zone. No judging my Swiftie habits.” 

You roll your eyes playfully. 

“Hey, by the way,” Jesse suddenly says. “Who’s the lucky lady?” 

“What?” 

“The girl that you’re ‘trying’ to see or whatever.” 

“Oh. Right.” You say, biting the inside of your cheek. “It’s umm… Abby Anderson.” 

You look up to see Jesse with an expression on his face that you couldn’t fully recognize. His eyebrows were furrowed and it looked as if he was trying to connect the dots about something you weren’t privy to. After several moments, you saw what seemed like a sudden realization reach his eyes. 

“Oh shit, umm.” He starts. “Yeah, she’s pretty cool.” 

“What is it, Jesse?” You ask skeptically. 

“No, nothing. Just processing.” He replies unconvincingly. 

“Jesse,” You press. “What is it?” 

“Seriously, it’s nothing.” 

“Dude, come on. Don’t bullshit me.” You assert. Jesse sighs. 

“That just…That just explains a couple of things, that’s all.” 

“What things?” 

“I—” Jesse starts but his eyes suddenly wander away from you and towards the front door of the diner. “Oh, fuck.” 

You follow the direction of his gaze. You feel your throat close up and your stomach lurch as you recognize the figures of Dina and Ellie entering the restaurant. The instinct you’d developed the past year to suddenly look elsewhere whenever Ellie entered the room vanished completely when your eyes fell on her face. 

Ellie was sporting a black eye with a dark gash right underneath. The bruising didn’t look fresh, but you could easily tell it happened recently. Your eyes trail down and see that her right hand is also bandaged. 

“Shit.” You hear Jesse mumble, breaking you out of your wildly unraveling thoughts. You turn to face him. 

“I’m so sorry, man. I had no idea that they were gonna pass by—” Jesse immediately starts to apologize. 

“I-it’s okay, Jess.” You stutter. “I just—” 

You fall silent as you glance back towards the pair, your eyes inadvertently meeting Ellie’s ocean-green ones. Your faces make the same panicked expression before you both break eye contact to hiss at your respective friends. 

“You didn’t tell Dina where we were meeting?” You whisper fervently. 

“I told her that we were gonna hang out, but I completely forgot to mention where.” He says apologetically. 

“Jesse…” You whine. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, bud. Do you, uh, want me to go over there and—” His sentence is cut short as Dina approaches your table. 

“Hi, babe.” She says, directed at Jesse. “So, what the fuck?” 

“Why are you here?” You and Jesse demand simultaneously. 

“We ordered takeout and we came to pick it up so we didn’t have to pay delivery fees.” Dina explains. “Jess, why didn’t you tell me—” 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you were coming out with El!” He says defensively. 

“Fucking hell,” Dina says before turning to you. “I’m sorry, honey. Are you okay?” 

“I, umm,” You start, your eyes unwittingly wandering back to Ellie. She was standing awkwardly by the host’s podium, bouncing back and forth between her feet and twindling her fingers. She seems determined to look at nothing else but at her Converse sneakers. You shift your gaze back to Dina. 

“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” You say weakly. 

She smiles sympathetically, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

“Is…” You begin timidly. “Is that a black eye? O-on Ellie?” 

Dina and Jesse share a worried look. 

“Did you tell her anything?” She asks him. 

“No, not yet.” He replies. 

Dina sighs. 

“Tell me what?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing. 

Dina’s hand squeezes your shoulder lightly. 

“It’s—” She begins. “It’s kind of… private.” 

“Oh” is all you say in response. You feel a little rebuffed and excluded, but you decide not to press further. You knew it wasn’t your business. And after all, you were no longer a foursome. 

“We’re just gonna grab and food and go, okay?” Dina assures. “I’ll text you later, hun.” She says to you. 

“O-okay…” You reply meekly and watch as Dina makes her way back to Ellie. 

Neither you nor Jesse say anything. From your peripheral vision, you see Dina and Ellie seemingly argue about something for a few moments before the hostess arrives with a plastic bag of food, which Ellie grabs with her good hand. They leave without another glance back at you. 

“Jess, I’m…” You say after a second or two of silence. “I’m gonna go use the bathroom real quick, okay?” 

Jesse responds with a simple “okay” and his eyes meet yours with an acknowledgment that you merely needed a second to yourself. You nod, silently thanking him for his understanding before making your way to the diner’s bathrooms. 

As you shut the door behind you, you lean against it and weep silently. 

Why? Why am I here again? 

You realize that it hasn’t even been a week since you were in this same, empty diner bathroom, breaking down and crying tears of frustration. 

Am I not allowed to catch a fucking break? 

You spend a couple of minutes breathing deeply the way your old therapist taught you before you can wrench yourself off from the door and look at yourself in the mirror. 

Please, just… please. 

Your right hand unwittingly comes up to touch your face, right where Ellie’s injury had been on hers. 

What the hell did she get herself into? 

Ellie wasn’t inherently a violent person, but she didn’t shy away from it either. She was reckless and impulsive, something about her that you used to love but also dread. A memory starts forming in your head, of you and Ellie and that December night at the Bow and Arrow. 

Your reminiscence is suddenly interrupted by your phone buzzing in your pocket. You take it out to see you got a text. 

Abby? 

You unlock your phone, giggling when you read her message. 

She really is so nice to me. 

Your heart starts to feel warm before it stops completely upon reading her follow-up texts. 

O-oh. Oh, okay. 

You gulp and feel a chill going down your spine. You almost feel the need to look around and make sure nobody was watching you, only to remember you were alone in the bathroom. Your phone buzzes with another message. 

You chuckle nervously at Abby’s last message. 

She’s bold, I’ll give her that. 

You chew on your lip for a few moments while one hand grips your phone tightly and the other taps nervously on the bathroom counter. You take a deep breath. 

Fuck it. 

Remembering Jesse’s advice, you make the decision to put yourself out there again. 

Hastily putting your phone back in your pocket before Abby can text back, you feel every nerve in your body tremble. Your heart hammers rapidly in your chest, but you stare at your reflection resolutely. 

Abby likes you, okay? I think. And I think I can like her too. This is a chance to be part of something healthy for once. 

You stand in front of the mirror, conducting your breathing exercises and attempting to convince yourself. 

Back at your table while waiting for your return, Jesse is hastily questioning Dina through text if Abby Anderson was the reason that Frat Guy Adam was nearly beaten to a bloody pulp by the hands of Ellie.

author’s notes:

omg a million years later and i finally update? gasp. now everyone clap for belle (pls clap)

tbh i was too lazy to do all the phone texting parts with the format i did in the past chapters cause i hate having to mess around with the html format for the customized grey text, so my lazy ass just did screenshots of the texts instead, sorry slfkjsddsf

if you recognize the lesbian bar that i loosely based the bow and arrow on, no you didn’t

i’ve been replaying tlou2 lately and i know many of y’all headcanon jesse as a himbo which i honestly love, i’m obsessed with himbo!jesse, but i personally didn’t wanna ignore the fact that jesse’s actually a very intelligent and level-headed guy who’s extremely organized and who’s a natural leader and etc. let’s acknowledge this jesse more!

also jesse’s last name is merely inspired by the last name of the actor who plays him (stephen chang)

also jesse is a musician because i say so. i’m also hcing him as having taken piano lessons as a kid cause which of us asian kids weren’t forced to take piano lessons or whatever when we were kids, let’s be real (i took them briefly but they were boring and i’d already known and i also mostly taught myself anyway)

the part about reader's professor not knowing how to teach her own class is just me being still bitter over a mythology professor who kept trying to fail me cause i knew more about greek mythology than she did (she couldn't cause i was literally correct all the time). the bitch even tried to accuse me of plagiarism! i'm still mad.

i added in the part about ellie not inherently being a violent person as a passive-aggressive reference to craig mazin, the creator of the hbo show, who says that ellie has a violent heart when she does NOT, he does not understand our girl at all

the image i used as abby's selfie is of the body model that they based abby's character on, colleen fotsch!

wow i added waaaay too much in the author’s notes lol sorry belle has adhd everyone

anyway thank you for bearing with me as i take time uploading. replies and reblogs and messages are fuel to new chapters, so pretty please! indulge me!

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[bloqdies]

winter mb with the photo plsss!

‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎²ᵏ ‎‎ ‎‎ 𓂃 𒍟 ﹀ ▊ †

இ௮𑐨𑐮𑘚𑐙𑐥𑐪 ⚠️🌡🌴 #meucorazon

[feltlikeglitter]

my old whi symbols !

。,　☆　*　 - ̗̀ ̖́- ✶ฺﾟ｡ ✩ᤲ ଂ𓂄 :¨·.·¨: ˚ׂᨘ ‣ ⋆｡́ॢ³⌯ ʚᄋɞ ╾┾ 
˳ ֹ 𖧐 ˚◞♡ ⃗ ♡̩͙ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ ＋　．*　　。 ＊　　。 ． .∵∴　*　。 ♱🍸 777 🍸♱ ✳︎ * 555 ✺ ✳︎ 𓏸 ˙₊ ❊ 𓈒 𓇬 𓂋 ◌ ✼ ₊˚ ※ ˚⋆｡○ ˙˚♡̤̮˚˙ · ๋✤ ⃟⁞⃟ ❉ ☽˚₊⤥ ₊ . ⋆ ⁺ ݃ ⁺ ⋆ . ₊ *•.¸☆ ː̗̤̣̀̈̇ː̖́ ☆¸.•*˚ ‎ ̳ ̳ ̳ ̳ ͙ ڪ  ‎⌖˚‎٭ ﴾﴿ ⌖˚‎٭ ॱ◌̥*⃝̣ ⋆.*⃝̥◌ॱ ⸰ֺ⭑ ‌ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𓈒 ࣪ ࣭ ★̷ ୨ ♡ ୧ 𖦆 𓈈 ៹ 🜸 ★ ☥𖤐*♪ ❙❘❚❙❘❚❙❘❘❘❙ ✜✛✚ ☪︎·̩͙˚࿐ ━╋ ₊†+ ♂ ✞ ✟⃛ ♰ ✝︎ Ⱄⱄ 𓋼𓍊 ☆ﾟ★̶ ⭒ ✭ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ⋆˚ . † 【】︎〖〗 o○☆ ⋆͛♡⋆͛ †♡ zZ❦† 
𓈒 𓂂𓏸 ｡oO .₊̣̇.ෆ*˚*ෆ.₊̣̇. ஓ๑๑ஓ ϯ ተ ት ･ﾟ❁ཻུ۪۪ †˚.*ﾟ ཊ♥︎ཉ ⼗ ⟣ ✠ 🜋 𐄯 ᩍ ໘ ღ დ ꔚ 𓍯 ╫ ┼ † ╬ ꔫ ﾟ. ꒦꒷ ▃▅▇ ⎧♱⎫ 𓆩 ✧̶ 𓆪 ꙳⸌☆⸍꙳ ☆☽⭒ₓₒ 𓐍 ◌ ˚˖◌ 𐐂𐐚 ʚɞ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ᰔᩚ𖥔 ౨ৎ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ˚̣̣✫ ⁼³₌₃ ｷ ߪ† 𖧧𖥧𓇣𖤥 •̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ ꞋꞌꞋꞌ†⿻ ⁶⁶⁶𓅮 ★。＼／。★ ♩♪･ﾟ☠︎ ❤︎ ତ ⫘⫘⭑ ❤︎･.⠈▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 👁⃤ ˖ ࣪⭑ ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ｡oOஇo｡ (+[__]•:•) 𒅒 𒇫 𒈔 ░▒▒ ☆彡★彡 
⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̷̷̷ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ༺ ˖࣪ ∗ ਏਓ ∗ ˖࣪ ༻ ⋆ 𓊆♡︎𓊇 ஜ☆❀☆ஜ ཀ ˙Ⱉ˙ 
✯╾━╤デ╦︻✯▀▄▀▄▀▄ ( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:★:]̲̅ :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) 𓆦 𓆣 ☃︎ 𓇚 𓇻 𓏶 
ᝪ⭒۟ ཥ•̬͡•ོཤ ▞▯▚ ‧₊˚✩彡 ✶ ･ﾟ ☆♧☆ ᨳৎ୭ഒ ｡o��♡ [ † ] ♡︎○o｡ .ೃ࿔*ུ ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ ☆ ҉ ◥▅◤ ҉ ★ ₊✦ . ₊° . ⁺ ✶️ . ₊ ･ ˖ ࣪⭒❤︎⭑ ࣪˖ ✟꧁❤︎꧂☆ ⋆˚｡⋆♱⋆｡˚⋆ ⠐⠪⟢⋆♱𖤐♱⋆⟣⠕⠂ 
†˖ ࣪ ♡☠︎︎°₊ ꒪ᤱᰱ * . ⭑︎ ⋆ ₊ ࣪ ❤️‍🔥 ⭑ ⁺˳ ❤︎ ˳⁺ ⭑ 🥀*ೃ⁺｡✧｡˚ ` ੈ˚ ★ ⍣ ೋ ━═☆ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ ◢▅◣ ঔৣ ᰍᩚ 〃 ˚ ★◌｡ ﹌﹌﹌ ▬▭▬▭ ⭑ ◍´Д‵◍ ♥︎ ♡੭ੇ৸ ◖(◣☩◢)◗ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ° ҉ ⭑ ҉ ₒ ҉ ⭑ ҉ ° ☆☠︎︎✭☠️☆ ⬤⬮⬤⬮⬤⬮ ක q꒰*ゝω・꒱ﾉ″ ✽ ｡◌દઉ♡︎દઉ◌｡✽ ꙳✧ంః ・゜✭・.・✫ ˚・ 
ᕱ⑅ᕱ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ➴ ⁺ ⁎ ﾟ ❤︎ ૂི•̮͡• ૂ ྀ, ❤︎ ☣︎♰☣︎ ʘੂඋ̈ੁʘੂ ⭑･.⠈ₒ ♰ ₒ⠈.･⭑ ୨✩୧ ⁎ ﾟ☆📁🍮☆ ❤︎ ✩͓̊∗✩͓̊ ❤︎ ◌｡❦ * ˖ ☤ ❧𖢅ཐི♡⃟͚̊ཋྀ ⋆ ཐི༑ཋྀ 𓈒 ᚑ̩͙ ♰ ♰⃰ ⁎̩͙ 𓈒 𑃢𐀶 ♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘♥︎♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘♥︎♡̵̵̼͓̥̼͓̥͒̾͒̾͘᪣᪥᳀꙰꙳⋆ᯭ ༘◍⃘۪۪៶. ✼ ꪶ♡͙۪۫ׄꦿ ˟◦۪۪̥ · · • • • ✤ • • • · · ·•°🖤°•· ･͓･•❁⃘़︎ ⋆ฺ=͟͟͞͞=͟͟͞͞ 
◍ ∘ . * ✦ ‧ ∘ ⊹ ════ ∘◦❁◦∘ ════ ⋆⌁⌁⌁❤︎⌁⌁⌁⋆ ⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⍣∗ ⁞⃟ ୭࿔ ⃟ ⟢୭࿔ ‧⃟₊⃟ .˖⋆｡˚✩ ꙳⃟ 𖡼໋᳝֘·𖦸໋᳝݊·ુ ☆≡｡ﾟ． *ฺً ᰔᩚ*ฺً ૢ ∘* ✧ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ . • ° ✦ ♢ ˖ * ♥̩̩̥͙✙ ✟*̩̩̥͙ ♱ ♰ † ✟ ◦۪۪̥❁ 🪦 ༼ༀ༽ཫ་῍̩̖̬ ̎ ̎✧ཀ༼ༀ༽ཫ་῍̩̖̬ ̎ ̎✧ཀ ෆೄ ♡̷̷̷ ྐ❤︎ ৎ୭ ・﹕★﹒ ★﹒₊‧ ★ ‧₊˚ :ೃ ﹒　 ★ ﹒　　⁺ 　﹒◞.ᐟ ﹒ 　⁺ 　﹒　 ☆ ﹒　　⁺ ˚˙༓࿇༓ ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ ๐*˟♡ ೖ ˚ ༘♡ ᨳ᭬ ൣ ૢ་༘ ✦ ⃝̥ ˡ̼̮ ऀืົཽ ╱ ๋࣭ ⭑ ੭ੇ⠀⁎ ﾟ 🧚🏻‍♂️ ₀:*ﾟ † 𓈒ིུ❦ ⠀⭑· ͙ ̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥ ̩̩̥͙ ⚰️ི ͢ ༅༙࿔

[thenovamuse]

⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .★⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .°ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .★⊹ ˖ ࣪ ⋆ .°

[gloxk]

I have so much appreciation for ony writers😭🫶🏽 THIS IS SO GOOD OMG!

VIEWS, onyankopon.

onyankopon loved a good view. especially when it was you, laid across your shared bed, freshly waxed, oiled up and in all your glory. curves and dips on full display as your sunset lamp embraced your skin lovingly. your body it’s own golden hour even in the darkest of night. ony especially loved the view of your two toned lips as kept your legs spread and ankles high to keep you open for him. fingers running through your glistening slit as your whimpers and moans bounced of the wall. fingers circling teasingly around that clenching hole of yours, leaking out slick heavily wanting something.. anything to fill that empty filling within you. “mm, look at the pretty pussy..”

“onyaa— please” hips bucking up against his fingers, seeking any friction that’ll finally send you over that edge. ony’s chain glimmers in the light eyes darting around your face with his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth as he takes you in. all fucked out, lash set clumped together from your watering eyes, lips red and swollen from biting down on them so much, and body trembling, pent up and ready to burst any second now. he loved getting you like this, the views were always the best. “want me to play with that pussy?” nodding eagerly as he gives you a cheeky smile, thrusting those thick fingers into you with ease. “mmm, yess!” filling you up nicely and pulling more slick out of you by the second. fingers pistoning into you at a steady pace, pulling some of that nastiest sounds out of as your walls clenched and molded around his fingers. “listen to that pretty pussy.”

those long fingers now curling into those gummy walls, hitting that spot deep in your belly. ony’s deep voice still talking all the slick he could out of you as you watched his figured on the wall. toned body closing in on yours. walls swelling around his fingers, which were pumping like a steady beat inside of you. “mhm, give it to me. cum for me mama.” you legs trembling as spurts of slick gush out of you, “oh m-my godd papaa!” repeating the same few words over and over, while ony dove face first into your soaked folds. lapping at the mess you made hungrily, and sucking at that clit to pull more out of you. reeling back to look at you as if he’d created his own masterpiece.

[pinkcolouredvomit77]

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𓉸ྀི u can call me ivana or vomit girl 𓏵

𓉸ྀི im 18 (2/10/2006)

𓉸ྀི she / her

𓉸ྀི 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇷🇸

𓉸ྀི i have autism and am quite sensitive so please be mindful ♡

𓉸ྀི bisexual (fem pref)

𓉸ྀི infp , libra ♎︎

𓉸ྀི TW ! my blog does contain light gore / other nsfw stuff so if u cant handle it plz dont interact :-) ۶ৎ

𓉸ྀི also plz do not use my personal tags #♡ vomit girl ♡ , #♡ vomit girl thoughts ♡ !!

𓉸ྀི none of my posts r mine unless i tag them as #my photo

𓉸ྀི my interests include : resident evil , silent hill , tcc (i condone) , mlp , nana , neon genesis evangelion , final fantasy , rule of rose , fatal frame , horror games , boyfriend to death , ddlc , slushynoobz , haunting ground , chiikawa , pusheen , serial experiments lain , fran bow , morbid / fucked up shit , animals (bunnies , cats , seals , horses / unicorns n more) , dylann roof , anything horror related , rituals , zero day , elephant 2003 , sylvanian familes etc !

𓉸ྀི my music taste : draingang , yabujin , whitearmor, fiona apple , nicole dollanganger, ethel cain , björk , dean blunt , the crying nudes , sophie woodhouse , yung lean , sematary , snow strippers , bassvictim , goreshit , s3rl , smokedope2016 , slowdive , malice mizer , cythoni , rory in early 20s , akira yamaoka , radiohead , phreshboyswag , perfume , panchiko , pastel ghost , mitski , mazzy star , clairo , massive attack , machine girl , lsd and the search for god , lalleshawri , kmfdm , kikuo , king krule , HER MIN , hole , grimes , faye webster , fried by fluoride , fakemink , babybugs , elita , devon hendryx , dazey and the scouts , cocteau twins , bôa , black kray , 2hollis and alisons halo ! (ik its a lot to take in .)

𓉸ྀི other facts ab me !!

𓉸ྀི i have a rabbit thats 6 years old (currently) and i’m getting a cat soon ♡

𓉸ྀི i’m very shy lol so i’m sorry if i come off a little rude :’)

𓉸ྀི i’m seeing yung lean in november then bladee in december !

𓉸ྀི i am a HUGE yapper once u get to know me

𓉸ྀི i love scary rituals that u can do irl , i used to be suuuuuuper obsessed with them but i genuinely love the supernatural ୨୧

𓉸ྀི DNI

𓉸ྀི i don’t really have a dni list i jus block freely so if but porn blogs PLEASE fuck off omg i’m so tired off constantly blocking ur asses so PLEASEEE jus fuck off and die in a hole u pieces of shit !!!

𓉸ྀི also note that a lot of my content is 18+ so minors please dni ♡

𓉸ྀི and that’s mostly it ! :)

(also none of the gifs r mine !! all creds to the original owners ♡)

[ozuuoou]

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ

Seishiro Nagi x Reader

Watching your boyfriend shoot bodies on Call of Duty as he shoots fat loads inside you.

(The grind never stops ig)

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"Sorry.. hah.. gotta go, duty calls."

.ᐟ⭒๋࣭☆⋆｡𖦹˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚

It was just a normal night: you were reading manga on the bed while your boyfriend, Nagi, played on his PC. Until you got bored, so to cure that boredom, you decided to watch your boyfriend play.

When you approached, he called out, "Hey." "Hi, what are you playing?" you asked, and immediately he replied, "Call of Duty." To which you hummed, "Cool, can I sit?" You asked, pointing to his lap, and he nodded. You leaned back against his chest as you watched the brightly lit screen, showing your boyfriend obliterating players. Amazed, you kept praising his efforts, and as the matches progressed you became more and more excited as you watch the sceen but due to the excitement you felt as he killed each and every one you were subconsciously rubbing the lower regions of your boyfriend's sniper rifle as well.

As you sat back down, he began twitching, leaving you worried. "Baby, are you okay?" you asked. After releasing a few grunts, he answered, "Yeah, baby, I'm fine. Just sit back down, stay put, okay?". For a few seconds you let that sink in and as you sat you could feel his hard length faintly brushing against your thin pajama shorts. "Ah" you said, snickering.

You had a lightbulb moment and you decided to tease him, you intentionally rubbed on it more, earning low grunts and pants from him, and it went on like that. Frustrated from all the edging, he commands, "Mnh.. that's no good, sit on it harder baby" he whispered in your ear, all breathy. Being the good girlfriend you are, you sat. Earning a whimper and a shudder from the snow haired soldier.

— Time skip

Nagi's twitching on his keyboard, seemingly missing his shots and aims. The reason? You bouncing up and down his fat dick of course! How could he not miss? When you're all sprawled out, back arching and both arms quaking, holding on for dear life on his desk taking in massive shots of his thick load. When the two of you were busy on riding the fuck out of him, his teammates were busy shit talking him on the mic as well. Frustrated and distracted, Nagi opened up his mic, "Dude, shut the fuck up. My girlfriend's riding my dick. You're ruining the mood." As he dropped that fucking bomb the room fell silent, but, fortunately you weren't, because you backed him up by moaning like a whore directly to the mic with your pleas and cries as he got down to business and fucked your cunt dry.

"Sorry.. hah.. gotta go, duty calls." the last words Nagi said before leaving the game, as he focused on dominating your wet and stuffed cunt. Bending you over his desk and mercilessly railing in his fat, long and heavy sniper rifle into your walls as if it wasn't already enough.

.ᐟ⭒๋࣭☆⋆｡𖦹˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚

Needless to say your pussy got dominated that night. :3