#CH-005

[every-kakashi]

[epivanosilon]

reading demon slayer: chapter 5 adverbs

title: 炭治郎日記・後編 (たんじろうにっき・こうへん) || tanjirou's journal, last volume

official english title: tanjirou's journal, part 2

せずに – without (doing), instead of

決して – never, not by any means, not in the least, not at all | けっして

少しも – (with a negative sentence) not at all, not a bit, not in the least | すこしも

結局 – after all, in the end, ultimately, eventually | けっきょく

やっと – at last, finally

一瞬 – instant, moment, for an instant | いっしゅん

[indefinite-pitch]

Tsimtsum - Ark

[lcstpaths]

tag drop.

[rivrdin]

[MM] 005 Thor #113562, Stallion

Week One - Day One welcome home.

[skysaunter]

tag dump!

˒ *･ﾟ⨯  ch.  (  anakin  ) ◞  ⎸  ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪs ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  visage.  (  anakin  ) ◞  ⎸  ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇsᴛ ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ.

˒ *･ﾟ⨯  ch.  (  vader  ) ◞  ⎸  ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇʀ: ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs‚ ᴍᴀʏʜᴇᴍ‚ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  visage.  (  vader  ) ◞  ⎸  ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ‚ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs.

˒ *･ﾟ⨯  ch.  (  luke  ) ◞  ⎸  ᴍʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪs ᴍɪɴᴇ; ɪ sʜᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ sᴏғᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  visage.  (  luke  ) ◞  ⎸  ᴅᴀᴡɴ ɪs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀᴛ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ.

˒ *･ﾟ⨯  000 :  (  v main : ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʙᴀʀɢᴀɪɴs; ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ & ᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀᴡ.

˒ *･ﾟ⨯  001 :  (  v : TPM  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʜᴀʟғ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ‚ ʜᴀʟғ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  002 :  (  v : AOTC  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ—ɪs sᴘʟɪᴛ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  003 :  (  v : TCW  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  004 :  (  v : ROTS  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴀs ᴅᴇᴠɪʟs ᴅᴏ—ғᴀʟʟ.

˒ *･ﾟ⨯  005 :  (  v : ANH  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsʜᴇs. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  006 :  (  v : ESB  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ‚ ʙᴜᴛ ᴜɴʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  007 :  (  v : ROTJ  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ‚ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ.

˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  tbd  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ‚ ᴀs ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  musings  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ғɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ‚ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ—ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  promo  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍs—ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  meme  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴs & ɪ'ʟʟ sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  starter  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ—ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪᴛ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  anon  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴘʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇ‚ ᴏʀ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  answered  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  ask  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ—ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜғᴜʟ. ˒ *･ﾟ⨯  (  hc  )   *･ﾟ✧  ⎸ ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇss ᴏғ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ.

[elliesbabygirl]

ch.005 ⇄ ch.006; boyfriend material - Young Friend

"Our conversations always short, we're fucking in my car"

my masterlist.

word count: 4.3k words

series synopsis: friends with benefits, that's what ellie wanted. yet, she can't let you go, even after the messy 'breakup' between the two of you.

warnings: fingering(r! receiving), strap-on sex(r! receiving), kissing, swearing, baby blue dildo referred to as ellie's 'cock', reader cheating(?) on abby anderson, even if they're not officially together + lying to her, and possible hints of abby being closeted to her father.

author's note: can you tell that my favorite color is baby blue btw.. Sorry if you guys don't fw this chapter 💔. It's been a stressful week for me❤️(still not proofread).

The library was quiet, the low hum of students studying filling the space around you. The steady scratching of pens against paper, the occasional rustle of pages turning—it all should’ve been soothing. It should’ve helped you focus.

But you could barely sit still.

Your sleeves were pulled down over your wrists, your collar zipped up just enough to cover your throat, layers strategically hiding the marks Ellie had so desperately left on your skin the night before.

And Abby was right across from you.

She sat at the table, casually flipping through her kinesiology textbook, occasionally glancing up at you with that easy, lopsided smirk of hers. “You good?” she finally asked, raising a brow.

Your fingers twitched against your notebook. “Yeah,” you said too quickly, forcing yourself to keep your gaze on the highlighted notes in front of you. “Just tired.”

Abby hummed, unconvinced. “Mmm. You do look exhausted.”

You swallowed hard.

She had no idea.

No idea how wrecked you were from last night, how your thighs ached from Ellie keeping them spread, how your skin was still sensitive in the places she had marked you up, how your mind kept flashing back to the way Ellie had whispered, you’re all mine, against your skin.

No idea that you had spent the entire morning scrubbing yourself clean, covering up every single bruise with makeup, layering your clothes just to make sure Abby wouldn’t see.

You nodded stiffly. “Didn’t sleep well.”

Abby studied you for a moment, then smirked, leaning her chin in her palm. “Guess I should’ve tired you out more last time, huh?”

Your stomach dropped.

A nervous laugh that tasted like vomit bubbled up in your throat, and you barely managed to swallow it back. “Guess so,” you muttered, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile before ducking your head down, pretending to focus on your textbook.

Abby just chuckled, turning back to her notes.

And you let out a slow, shaky breath.

She couldn’t find out.

She wouldn’t find out.

As long as you kept your guard up—kept your lips sealed—Abby would never have to know the truth.

Sleeping with Ellie was a one time thing, a mistake, you promised yourself.

Abby flipped a page in her notebook, tapping her pen against the table absentmindedly. “Oh—by the way,” she started, keeping her eyes on her notes. “My dad’s coming into town this weekend.”

You blinked, looking up from your book. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” she said, stretching her arms behind her head before letting them fall lazily onto the table. “He’s got some conference thing, but we’re probably gonna be catching up the whole time, so I’ll be kinda off the grid for a bit.”

Something about the way she said it made your stomach bubble.

She wasn’t just letting you know she’d be busy—she was preemptively telling you not to expect to see her. Not to text her. Not to exist in her world for a while.

You swallowed, fingers tightening slightly around your pen. “That’s nice,” you said slowly. “You guys close?”

Abby shrugged, giving a small smirk. “Yeah, I mean—he’s busy a lot, but when we do see each other, it’s cool.”

you forced a tight-lipped smile, nodding as you reminded yourself to give Abby grace. After all, you were creating a double standard by already having slept with Ellie.

She flipped another page in her book, barely sparing you a glance before adding, “Though, he’s probably gonna spend half the trip trying to set me up with some fancy lawyer’s son or whatever.”

You stared at her, waiting for her to follow it up with a joke, a smirk, something.

But Abby just kept reading, like she hadn’t just said something completely out of place. Like she wasn’t literally fingers deep inside you earlier this week.

like Ellie’s pussy wasn't literally against yours last night, but Abby didn't need to know that.

You shut your textbook with a quiet thud, stretching your arms over your head with a sigh. “Alright, I think that’s enough studying for me."

Abby smirked, setting her pen down. “Tapping out already?”

You rolled your eyes. “We’ve been here for hours. My brain is fried.”

Abby chuckled, leaning back in her chair as you stood, grabbing your bag. As you slung it over your shoulder, she tilted her chin up slightly, wordlessly waiting.

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, brief but lingering enough for her to hum in approval.

“I’ll text you,” you murmured against her mouth.

“you better” she teased, giving your hip a light squeeze before letting you pull away.

You gave her one last small smile before turning toward the exit, digging into your pocket for your phone. The second you checked your screen, your stomach flipped.

Ellie: miss you. come over?? :(

Your breath hitched.

You locked your phone immediately, shoving it deeper into your pocket before Abby could see.

“Something wrong?” Abby asked, raising a brow.

You forced a small laugh, shaking your head. “Just my mom,” you lied smoothly. “Probably just checking in.”

Abby nodded, not questioning it further, and you exhaled quietly, turning towards the exit.

But as you stepped out of the library, the message burned in the back of your mind.

Come over.

Your grip on your bag tightened.

you shouldn't.

The uber to Ellie’s apartment felt too fast. Like your body knew exactly where it was going before your mind could stop it.

By the time you reached her door, you barely had a chance to knock before it swung open, revealing Ellie standing there in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, her hair slightly messy like she had just rolled out of bed.

Her eyes flickered over you, something soft and shy in them before she stepped closer, tilting her chin up to kiss you. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—just slow, warm, familiar.

Her hands found your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your skin as she sighed against your lips, smiling a little into the kiss. “Missed you in bed this morning,” she mumbled, her voice low, still thick with sleep.

Your breath hitched slightly at the way she said it—so casual, so certain, like waking up with you beside her should’ve been normal

She pulled back just slightly, her green eyes flickering over your face before she pecked your lips again, softer this time, like she couldn’t help herself.

Then, without another word, she took your hand and led you inside, pulling you toward the couch. The TV was still on, some random show playing, the remote tossed onto the coffee table like she hadn’t actually been paying attention to it.

Ellie sat down, tugging you with her, settling right against you, her arm resting over your waist as she slouched comfortably into your space.

Every so often, she’d lean in, pressing absentminded kisses to your neck—soft, warm, casual—like it was second nature, like she didn’t even have to think about it.

You shivered slightly, the warmth of her breath against your skin sending something familiar through you.

Minutes passed before Ellie let out a quiet sigh, clearly losing interest in the show altogether. She shifted beside you, tugging at the hem of your hoodie, her green eyes flickering up at you.

“I really did miss you this morning,” she mumbled, her voice low, a little rough.

Before you could respond, Ellie leaned back, shifting until she was lying fully against the couch, pulling you down with her until you were on top of her, her hands sliding up your back to keep you close.

Then—she kissed you again.

It was slow, deep, dripping with something raw and needy, her lips parting slightly as she sighed into your mouth. Her fingers curled around the back of your neck, keeping you there, her legs wrapping around your waist, her old Converse pressing firmly into your lower back.

She moaned softly against your lips, her body shifting beneath you as she kissed you deeper, her tongue lazily slipping into your mouth, teasing, tasting you.

For a moment, she dominated the kiss, slow and intentional, making you feel every inch of her, every ounce of want she had been holding back—

Then she let you take over.

Her body relaxed beneath yours, her hands trailing down your spine, her breath heavy as she let you lead, let you kiss her the way you wanted, her lips parting under yours like she was ready to give in completely.

The room was filled with the quiet, wet sounds of your lips moving together, of your hands slipping under each other’s shirts, exploring, remembering.

Ellie sighed into you, her nails scratching lightly at your scalp, her hips subtly rolling up, chasing more, even though she wasn’t rushing anything.

The only thing you could hear was the quiet, wet sounds of Ellie’s lips moving against yours, the soft sighs slipping from her mouth every time you kissed her deeper.

She was needy, barely holding herself together, her body shifting beneath you as she tried to keep the pace slow, tried to act like she wasn’t getting turned on from just kissing you.

But she was failing.

Her hips kept rolling up against you, subtle at first, like she didn’t mean to, but then again—this time, deliberate.

A quiet whimper slipped from her throat, her fingers gripping at your back, keeping you pressed against her. Her breath was heavy, her lips parting beneath yours like she was desperate for more, for anything you’d give her.

She pulled back just slightly, her lips still hovering over yours, her green eyes dark and glazed over. “Please,” she mumbled, the word slipping out between the small space of your lips, like she couldn’t help it.

Her hand slid down, fingers tracing the front of your pants, playing with the button—hesitating, waiting for you to say something, for you to let her.

She didn’t care how desperate she looked.

Didn’t care that her hips were still subtly grinding up against you, her breath coming out shaky and uneven.

Didn’t care that she was practically begging now.

All she cared about was you—letting her have you, letting her make up for every second she had lost.

Ellie barely made it to the bedroom before she was on you again, her lips finding yours with a messy, open-mouthed desperation as she pressed you back onto the bed. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light filtering through the blinds, casting soft shadows over her face, her flushed cheeks, her needy expression as she hovered over you.

Her hands roamed over your sides, gripping, pulling—taking you in. She needed to, needed to feel you again, to memorize you, like you might slip away if she wasn’t holding you close enough.

“Fuck, I missed you, baby” she murmured against your skin, her voice rough, laced with something desperate as she pressed her lips to your neck.

She reclaimed the hickeys she left last night, sucking dark bruises into your skin, her tongue flicking over them before she bit down just enough to make you gasp. The sound made her groan, her hips grinding down instinctively against your thigh, like she couldn’t help herself.

Her fingers made quick work of your clothes, yanking fabric over your head, shoving your pants down until they were completely forgotten on the floor. She didn’t waste a second, her hands slipping between your thighs, teasing you, spreading you open, her breath hitching when she felt how wet you were already.

“Shit, baby,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your jaw, fingers trailing between your folds, circling right where you needed her. “You’re already so fucking ready for me.”

You whimpered, bucking into her hand, and Ellie moaned, her own breath shaky. She slid one finger inside, slow and careful, her other hand gripping your hip, holding you there as she worked you open.

“need my cock inside you,” she whimpered suddenly, her lips brushing your ear, her voice almost pleading. “Please.”

You shivered at the way she said it. “please what?” you teased breathlessly, even though you already knew.

Ellie exhaled sharply, her forehead pressing against yours, her fingers curling inside you just right. “You know what, baby,” she whispered, kissing you slow and deep as she rubbed her thumb over your clit, making your body twitch. “baby—please, I need to.”

You hesitated for only a second before nodding, and Ellie swore under her breath, her lips crashing against yours before she reluctantly pulled her fingers away.

She reached into her nightstand, grabbing the harness, the baby blue dildo attachment making your stomach tighten. Ellie's hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the straps, securing it around her hips, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Then, without a word, she straddled you suddenly, her knees pressing into the mattress as she hovered over you, still, quiet for a moment as she took you in—laid out beneath her, waiting.

She swallowed thickly, her voice softer now, almost shy as she whispered, “You’re so good to me, baby.”

Ellie exhaled slowly, adjusting her grip on your waist, fingers flexing slightly like she was grounding herself, steadying her breath as she lined herself up with you. The baby-blue dildo pressed against your entrance, slick and warm from where she had been grinding against you moments before.

Her green eyes flickered up to yours, searching, asking silently even though you had already given her permission.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, and that was all she needed.

Ellie pushed forward, slow and careful, her breath stuttering the second she saw herself slip inside. “Fuck—” Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with restraint, her lips parting as she watched your expression shift beneath her.

She froze for a second, her fingers tightening their grip on you. “'M not hurting you, right?”

You shook your head, breath hitching as you adjusted to the stretch. “No,” you murmured, pulling her closer, kissing her softly. “You’re good, els.”

Ellie fucking whimpered.

Something in her snapped.

The second the nickname slipped past your lips, her hips jerked forward, pushing in deeper, a wrecked, breathless moan spilling from her mouth. “Fuck—say it again,” she begged, her voice breaking as she thrust into you again, her movements suddenly needy, desperate.

You gasped, nails gripping onto her shoulders as she rocked into you harder, her forehead pressing against yours, breath hot and heavy between you.

“Els—”

Ellie groaned, her hands gripping your hips even tighter, her pace picking up as she rolled her hips in a way that had your body tensing, arching into her touch. “Again,” she pleaded, her lips brushing against yours, swallowing every little sound you made.

“Els—ohmygod els—”

“Fuck, baby—” She whined into your mouth, her thrusts growing rougher, sloppier, like the sound of her name on your lips was ruining her, completely breaking her down.

“Keep saying it,” she begged, voice raw, desperate, her fingers slipping between your legs to really make you feel her. “Wanna hear you say it when you come—fuck, baby—say my name just like that—”

Her mouth trailed down your neck, her pace relentless now, obsessed with pulling those noises from you, chasing the moment where you’d break completely and give her everything.

The sound of her name on your lips had completely undone her, and now she couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down—her hips snapping into you harder, deeper, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.

Her mouth dipped down, desperate for more of you, her lips wrapping around your breast, sucking hard before pulling your nipple between her teeth. You cried out, back arching, your nails digging into her back, leaving scratches she was going to feel tomorrow

Ellie groaned, relishing the sting, her free hand gripping your other breast, squeezing, playing with you like she needed to feel every inch of you under her hands.

“Fuck, baby—” she gasped, her mouth trailing sloppily back up your chest, her breath hot against your skin as she begged, “please—say my name just like that—”, Ellie was completely pussy drunk on you, and she didn't even know it.

“Els—fuck—els, ohmygod!” you moaned, body trembling, hips rolling up to meet her every thrust.

Ellie whimpered, her movements turning even sloppier, even rougher, her hand slipping between you to rub tight, frantic circles against your clit. “That’s it, baby—fuck, you’re so good—so fucking good for me—pussy so fucking good for me.”

You shattered.

Your whole body tensed, your breath catching as the pleasure crashed over you, your nails digging deeper into Ellie’s back, leaving red in their wake as you moaned her name, over and over, falling apart beneath her.

Ellie followed you, a wrecked whine slipping from her lips as her hips stuttered, her body trembling as she came, still rutting into you as she whimpered, mouthing at your breast, her hand pawing at you, like she couldn’t stop touching you.

“Fuck—fuck—” she gasped against your skin, her body shaking with the aftershocks, her forehead pressing against your chest, her breath uneven, her whole body burning from how hard she had just come.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, just breathed, tangled together, Ellie still pressed so close, her hands still gripping at you like she wasn’t ready to let go.

She stayed right there, still inside you, her body warm and heavy on top of yours, her breath uneven against your skin. Her fingers slipped into your hair, lazily threading through the strands, her touch slow, gentle—such a stark contrast to how desperate she had been just moments ago.

Her chin rested against your chest, face pressed close to your skin as she listened to your heartbeat, felt the steady rise and fall of your chest beneath her. The soft motion moved her slightly, rocking her with each breath you took, like she belonged there.

And then—so quietly, like she almost didn’t want you to hear it—Ellie whispered, “I love you.”

The words barely left her lips before she tilted her head up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to yours—no rush, no desperation this time. Just Ellie, just her, giving you all that she was, without saying anything else.

She pulled back just slightly, her green eyes watching you as you recovered, as you steadied your breathing. She traced slow, absentminded circles on the nape of your neck, still not moving, still holding you so close, like you were home in her arms.

The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the coffee maker and the gentle sizzle of the pan on the stove. Ellie moved slowly, deliberately, her socked feet barely making a sound against the hardwood as she flipped the eggs, watching the edges crisp just slightly before turning down the heat.

The smell of coffee filled the air, warm and rich, mixing with the faint scent of butter melting in the pan. It was early—too early—but Ellie didn’t mind.

She glanced toward the hallway, toward her slightly ajar bedroom door, where she knew you were still curled up, tangled in her sheets, your body pressed into the warmth she had left behind. The thought sent something warm curling in her chest, something she wasn’t used to, something she didn’t want to name just yet.

She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair before reaching for the mug she had set out, pouring herself some coffee as she leaned against the counter, watching the steam curl into the air.

It felt normal, domestic. The kind of morning she didn’t think she’d get to have with you again.

And yet—here you were.

Still in her bed.

Still here.

She swallowed, pushing the thought aside as she turned back to the stove, flipping the eggs onto a plate.

Ellie took a slow sip of her coffee, letting the warmth spread through her chest, before setting the mug down with a quiet clink. She exhaled, running a hand through her messy hair, again, before padding back towards the bedroom, the faint creak of the floorboards the only sound in the stillness of the early morning.

The sight of you tangled in her sheets made her stomach flip.

You were buried in them, limbs sprawled lazily, face half-hidden against her pillow. The soft rise and fall of your breathing was steady, peaceful—familiar.

Ellie swallowed, something in her chest tightening as she carefully climbed onto the bed, straddling your waist without putting too much weight on you. Her hand found your cheek, thumb brushing gently over your skin as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You stirred slightly, letting out a sleepy groan but not fully waking just yet.

Ellie smirked against your mouth, barely pulling away, her lips still hovering close as she whispered, “Morning, baby.”

Your nose scrunched slightly, a small grumble leaving your throat as you shifted beneath her, still so tired from the night before.

Ellie chuckled, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, her thumb still tracing slow circles against your cheek. “C’mon,” she murmured, voice low, warm, teasing. “I made breakfast.”

You groaned again, this time more exaggerated, burying your face into the pillow. “Too tired,” you mumbled, your voice muffled, your body still aching in the best way from last night.

Ellie grinned, dipping down to press another kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, her barely-there coffee breath the first thing you smelled as you shifted beneath her. “Can’t be that tired,” she teased, her lips ghosting over your skin. “Not after the way you were moaning my name last night—”

You groaned louder this time, smacking her thigh halfheartedly as she laughed, her breath warm against your skin.

Yeah.

Ellie could get used to this.

She is getting used to it, too quickly.

So were you. What about Abby?

“Ellie fucking Williams,” you groaned, voice rough with sleep, full-naming her as you blindly reached out to shove at her shoulder. “You are such a fucking freak in the morning—”

Ellie just grinned, unfazed, her hands settling on your hips as she hovered above you. “You love it,” she teased, leaning in like she was gonna kiss you again.

You narrowed your eyes, putting a hand on her face and shoving her away with a huff before finally sitting up, stretching lazily. Your muscles ached from the night before, your body still warm from the way Ellie had held you against her for hours.

You sighed dramatically, leaning back against the headboard, rubbing at your eyes before reaching out, fingers absentmindedly playing with the short ends of Ellie’s auburn hair.

Ellie melted instantly, the teasing grin on her face softening as she inched forward, tilting her head into your touch like it was instinct.

You barely noticed it at first, still blinking sleep from your eyes, until her green ones flickered up at you, something warm, something fond behind them—

And then she was kissing you again.

Soft, slow, her hands curling around your waist as she pressed forward, like she couldn’t help herself.

It lingered, deepening slightly before she finally pulled back, her lips hovering over yours for a second before she spoke. “You got any plans today?”

Her voice was casual, but there was something hesitant about the way she asked, like she was hoping you’d say no, like she wanted you to stay.

You pretended to think, lips pursing, stretching your arms out with a long, dramatic sigh as if you had so much on your agenda. “Well… I was supposed to attend this very important—”

Ellie raised a brow, her hands still gripping your waist as she stared at you, waiting.

You fought to keep a straight face, eyes flickering up like you were really considering something, before finally shaking your head with a small giggle. “Nah, no plans.”

Ellie’s face lit up. “Really?” she asked, like she needed to hear it again just to make sure.

Ellie let out a soft, relieved laugh, ducking her head with that boyish smile of hers, shaking her head slightly like she couldn’t believe her luck. “Fuck, I love you,” she muttered, more to herself than anything, before leaning in again, pressing another giddy kiss to your lips.

You both giggled into it, hands tangling in each other’s hair, lips moving together in messy, soft kisses, smiling so much that it made it hard to kiss properly.

Ellie hummed against your mouth, her fingers squeezing your hips before she pulled back just slightly, her forehead still resting against yours. “Alright,” she murmured, breath warm against your skin. “As much as I wanna keep you here all day… I did make you breakfast.”

She kissed you again—quick, chaste, just to steal one more—before standing up, stretching her arms above her head.

You just watched her, still breathless, still feeling the warmth of her lips, her laugh lingering between you.

Ellie turned back to you as she reached the door, arching a playful brow. “Well? You coming or what?”

yeah.

You could get used to this.

What about Abby?

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۪ ᝰ ۫ MY OH MY ୨୧

based on my oh my by girls' generation

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ Yn finds out that her whole relationship has been a bet. To get over her heartache her best friend Sunwoo convinces her to take revenge.

How you might ask? By breaking the culprits heart right back of course!

10jun23 | st. 31/12/23 ━ fn. 01/07/24

pairing. ━━━━━ Best Friend! Kim Sunwoo x Fem! reader (x Choi Yeonjun)

featuring. ━━━━━ the boyz members, kim chaewon, txt members + mentions of other idols

genre. ━━━━━ smau + written: humor/crack / fluff / angst / suggestive / childhood friends to lovers / college au / revenge relationship / relationship based on bet / slight slow burn

warnings. ━━━━━ timestamps/sm numbers/hair colors mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, crude humor (kys jokes), mentions of & illusions to of food/sex/drugs/alcohol/cheating/mental illness, use of pictures of yn but only for reference, yn is a sone (snsd fan). more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, please let me know if missed something. this story doesn’t describe the idols in real life and is written with a dark skinned poc in mind!

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is open, send an ask to be added. spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too! credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics. i’m not a native english speaker! and thank you to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

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PROFILES. ━━━━━ SONES INCORPORATED ᜊ DA HOMIEZ ᜊ MORE COOL KIDS ᜊ THE PLAYLIST

STEP 1. GET OVER HIM ›

ᝰ CH 000. prologue: THE NEXT BET

ᝰ CH 001. I H8 MEN

ᝰ CH 002. DON’T BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER

ᝰ CH 003. THE PLAN

ᝰ CH 004. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

ᝰ CH 005. *INSERT EVIL LAUGHTER*

ᝰ CH 006. ANNOYING BRAT FOR SALE

ᝰ CH 007. DON'T WORRY YOUR PRETTY BIG HEAD

ᝰ CH 008. NOT OVER HIM

ᝰ CH 009. CLASSIC SUNWOO-YN-BFF-DATE

ᝰ CH 010. THE NERVE AND THE AUDACITY

STEP 2. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ›

ᝰ CH 011. STEP UP MY GAME

ᝰ CH 012. SASSY CAT EMOJI

ᝰ CH 013. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN W/ YN & WOO

ᝰ CH 014. GOOD NIGHT

ᝰ CH 015. HOBBIES FOR SUNWOO

ᝰ CH 016. GRAND DISCOVERY (YN HAS AN IDEA)

ᝰ CH 017. JUNS UNAPPROACHABLE AND COLD GF

ᝰ CH 018. HANGING OUT WITH MY BFS FRIENDS

ᝰ CH 019. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

ᝰ CH 020. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME

STEP 3. BREAK HIS HEART ›

ᝰ CH 021. CODE ORANGE

ᝰ CH 022. I FUCKED UP

ᝰ CH 023. HITCH IN THE ROAD

ᝰ CH 024. CONSIDER AND MAKE SURE

ᝰ CH 025. WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW WHAT?

ᝰ CH 026. BALLOON FLOWERS

ᝰ CH 027. REJECTION + ANEURYSM = WENT WELL

ᝰ CH 028. MAKEUP

ᝰ CH 029. BALLOON FLOWERS VERSUS ROSES

ᝰ CH 030. MINE (HIS)

ᝰ CH 00I. epilogue: A PEAK IN SUNYN’S LOVE

ᝰ CH 0II. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT

ᝰ AFTER WORD

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[every-kakashi]

[brights-place]

Hexes & Hushes — MASTERLIST This series is on my social from WATTPAD so if you wanna read the full book check out my WATTPAD in my sociasl! also thanks to the people who voted for which TWST x reader you wanted which ended up being raven queen you can see it in this Post STATUS: Undone START: 24/1/2025 END: ??/??/?? Mostly Uploaded on Wattpad First

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: Hexes and hushes, whispers and tales of those around come one and all too a world of mages and magic pulled into the mirror from where you were once safe and held a reputation. Welcome to Twisted Wonderland

SUMMARY: [Name] Queen daughter of the evil queen after everything that has happened in ever after. She is not evil or even mean. She is kind and considerate with a sarcastic side born from frustration over her unjust reputation. When people try to socialize with her, she is skeptic about their intentions, but not so much that it limits her ability to make new friends.

She is not the first student to dislike where her story is taking her, but she is the only one in her class to take actions towards free will: starting with the small step of pursuing her love of music, a subject usually reserved for good princesses. After the chaos that was created she goes to have her usual chat with her mother yet something was peculiar in her mothers mirror prison it did not show anything but a hand that reached out.

Will she take it?

₊˙ ★﹗˚ ༘ Characters 01. Characters 02.

extras. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10

000. — ⋆˚࿔ Welcome‼ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 000. — ⋆˚࿔ 【⋆˚࿔ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝜗𝜚˚⋆】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

001. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.1 - 2】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

002. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.3 - 4】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 003. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Aftermath Of The Halls】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

004. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.5 - 7】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

005. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.8 - 9】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

006. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.10 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

007. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.11 - 13】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

008. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Headmasters office】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

009. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.14 - 16】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

010. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.17 - 20】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

1SC. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 The Ace up my sleeve 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

011. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 Notes and Stats 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

012. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant - Ch.1-4 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

013. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant - Ch.5-8 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

014. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant - Ch.9-10 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

2SC. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

015. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant - Ch.11-20 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

016. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant🥀  - Ch.21-27 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

017. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 🐇𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 🌹  - Ch.28 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

018. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 Notes and Stats 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

more chapters TBA.

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[epivanosilon]

reading demon slayer: chapter 5 grammar notes

title: 炭治郎日記・後編 (たんじろうにっき・こうへん) || tanjirou's journal, last volume

official english title: tanjirou's journal, part 2

こそ – a particle that emphasizes the word or phrase that comes before it. sabito uses it as a sort of rebuttal to tanjirou. tanjirou asks “what are you doing all of a sudden?!” and sabito essentially replies “what are you doing?”

あんなふうに – an expression meaning in that way, like that. tanjirou uses it when speaking to makomo after being knocked out by sabito. he says he wants to become like that (like sabito) too.

そしたら – a conjunction meaning then, and (then), in that case, if so. makomo uses it when describing what total concentration breathing feels like to tanjirou, saying that your blood flow and heartbeat speed up, and then your body temperature goes way up.

どうやったら – an expression meaning how (can), by what means. tanjirou uses it when talking to makomo about total concentration breathing, asking how can i do that?

[lcstpaths]

tag drop.

[inahochi]

一 Is it too much salty? 会不会太咸 ? Not at all, it's super delicious. 不会啊,超好吃。

LINK CLICK | 时光代理人 (2023) - manhua ch. 005.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors LOOK THE OTHER WAY

Ch 007: Buckle Up, Baby

A night in the town with Eddie takes a spicy turn when an outfit on display catches your eyes. And what do ya know? It’s your exact measurement…

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 3.5k words

disclaimers & warnings — dialogue heavy, arguing, trauma dumping again, angst, yearning, shy girl yelling at eddie (as she should), sexual tension, grinding, thigh riding, car canoodling 🫣

“She’s a black magic woman, she’s trying to make a devil out of me.”

♡

Spellbinding is the best word you can think of to describe Nocturna, a town spookier than Hawkins just 20 minutes inland. It sure lives up to its name, with the average closing time for restaurants, bars, and shops being 3:30 AM.

“This city is so cute,” you beam. “Love the late night vibe it’s got going on.”

“Right?” Eddie agrees. “If Hawkins were a Spencer’s, ‘Turna would be the back of it.”

Eds takes you to El Diablo Bar & Grill where you settle for a ‘TURNA Tossed salad’ and beer. ‘The Eddie Special’ may have left you full, but there’s no way you’d ever pass up free food.

Your boss helps himself to a couple of beers as well, both of them way too hoppy for your liking. And just as you predicted, downing two of those bad boys after smoking a shit ton of weed has its repercussions.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?”

Personal space is a foreign concept for Eddie whenever he’s under the influence. Not like that’s any new information. You just didn’t expect him to be so tender, affectionately fiddling with your hair, using it as a mustache, and then attempting to braid it. You’re surprised because he actually does pretty well.

“Where’d you learn how to braid?” you ask.

“Taught myself,” he replies. “That way if Nancy ever calls out, someone at Hellfire would at least know how to do hair. Luckily I haven’t ran into that problem yet.”

“That’s really thoughtful,” you swoon as Eddie goes to braid your other side.

“I’m also learning how to curl hair,” Eddie adds. “If I could get past burning myself with the iron, that’d be great. Until then, I’ll always vouch for a traditional sock bun.”

You watch has he loops your hair around itself to secure the braid, just as he did the first one. Then comes the unpredictable. Suddenly, you’re taken aback when Eddie gives your hair a tug. Aggressively.

“Eddie!” you cry out.

He spirals into an outrageous belly laugh.

You shove Eddie away from you in a playful form of disgust, his dramatics launching him right out of his seat. Customers start to look your way. You hide your face in embarrassment.

“I think you’ve flown off the handle,” you accuse.

“No,” he denies. “Just comfortable that’s all.”

“Yeah and a bully,” you hiss, undoing your braids out of spite. He knows you’re kidding around.

“What?” Eddie questions, reeling you in via bar stool, smirk growing more and more prominent the closer you get. “You don’t like that I pull hair?”

“That’s enough, you little freak.”

Eddie stops, jokingly wincing at your harsh words. "Thought you were into freaks."

"...Shut up,” is all you can think to say.

"Come on..." he taunts, giving your side a soft pinch. “You know I'm right."

He is right.

You poke his stomach with one of your pointy fingers.

"Okay, and what if I was? Does that get you off? Mr. Know-It-All?”

Eddie clears his throat and squirms in his seat.

"No, actually,” he shakes his head, leaning into your touch. “Cuz that's just not true.”

Your eyes find each other again.

An apology lingers in the air. Eddie bites his lower lip as he stares, closing the gap between you two with a slight turn of his knee. You explore his dark irises, his wide pupils. When fixated on you, they emit what appears to be sorrow, with just a pinch of regret.

"Sometimes I'm wrong. And I fuck up,” he admits. “Whether I like to admit it or not."

Eddie chugs the remainder of his pint before slamming it.

You shrug. “Yeah. Like when you told me to get off my phone today but stayed on yours the entire time.”

Eddie chuckles away from you.

“Playing music…” you persist, leaning into him a little more. “Texting people…”

“You jealous?” he questions, tongue rolling around in his cheek.

“In your dreams,” you lie.

You’re so close to him now you can practically smell the beer. He inches closer, the front portion of his curly locks tickling the side of your face.

“In your dreams.”

Your thighs clench. In your dreams, indeed. Eddie winks at you like he knows.

“Whatever you say,” you scoff. “Freak.”

———— 🌹————

After dinner, you and Eddie decide to walk around the shopping strip. Eddie walks closest to the street, leaving you on the innermost part of the sidewalk like a gentleman.

“So who’s Wayne? Heard you and Henry talking about him before we left.”

“He's my uncle,” Eddie answers. “Pretty much raised me since I was a kid. I owe a lot to him.”

You continue to walk. Somehow along the way, you and Eddie end up strolling with your arms around each other. He turns to ask,

“Who is Max?”

“Max?” you’re stunned to hear that name roll off his tongue. Despite him helping with her YMCA membership, you had always registered them as being worlds apart from each other. “She’s my sister.”

Eddie slowly nods in understanding.

“Her full name is Maxine,” you explain. “Max for short.”

“No wonder,” Eddie chuckles. “I always hear you mentioning a Max and have been wondering who that is.”

“You jealous?” you echo him.

He sneers, “You wish.”

You take this time to admire Eddie. His wanderlust eyes. His pronounced Cupid’s Bow. His thick, wavy locks. The tiny freckle at the crook of his neck that you were sure a lover left for him in a past life. The way his dark clothes always seem to hug him so nice. He’s breathtaking. The hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

"WHOA!" Eddie brings you back. "That's the hottest shit I've ever seen!"

There he goes again. You race after Eddie as he scampers across the street, leading you to what appears to be a lingerie-slash-sex shop. On display is a beautiful scarlet red two piece with fluffy wings behind it to match.

DEVIL WOMAN, is what the set is advertised as.

"Whew, lord," Eddie whistles, pressing his hands against the plexiglass.

He turns to you desperately.

"You can make SO many tips with this on," Eddie insists. "I'm telling you right now woman, you need to seize this opportunity."

"Are you gonna pay for it?" you joke, batting your lashes seductively.

"Sure!" Eddie exclaims. "A-anything you want tonight, you'll get."

It sounds too good to be true.

"Not you trying to spoil me..."

"Definitely me trying to spoil you,” a sneaky smirk forms across his face yet again. “Especially since I’ve been an asshole lately.”

It’s a fair bargain. Not like you can deny it either.

You two shake hands, deal, and make your merry way inside Madame Sédutrice’s Love Boutique.

Time to make his pockets — and heart — hurt.

————💋 ————

It fits you like a glove.

Everything is just right. There is no free space, but there is some real estate to breathe. The set is also squat and split proof. Perfect for a good show.

You strut in front of the mirror like a Victoria’s Secret Devil, relishing over how well the fiery red set accentuates your bust, hugs your hips, and highlights the cheekiest parts of your ass with just enough coverage to have the men wondering.

To leave Eddie wondering.

You’re parading around some more, taking selfies at all angles while Eddie talks to the cashier about guitars. Eventually he does circle back around, as you've been in here for a long period of time.

"Shy Girl," Eddie checks on you from outside. "Did you die in there?"

You put your phone away.

"No, but you're about to."

He laughs. "I love the confidence. Let me at her."

You pull the curtain over so that Eddie can see.

“Jesus fuck.”

Eddie sinks down to his knees, the tips of his fingers trailing from your hips to your thighs, down to your calves. He’s being dramatic again, you think, evident by the three bows of resignation he gives you as he continues to take in your beauty.

"What do you think?" you ask him.

"Simply out of this world," Eddie gasps. He stands to spin you around like he once did before. "You look... like an absolute fantasy. Destined for some alternate dimension."

His breathing heightens as his rough hands trail down to your birthmark. And soon, you’re up there with him.

“I can already see you on that stage,” Eddie gushes. “Doing your thing, stealing the show, driving customers wild. The spotlight soaking in all your beauty...”

“The version of me living in your head sounds pretty damn cool,” you giggle.

You snake your arms around the nape of his neck. Eddie blushes. “She’s a lot like the girl in front of me, actually.”

Either of you can let go now. But you both don't.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks.

"Mmm… I don't think I'm done just yet," you bat your eyes once more. "What’s a set like this without some accessories?"

You grab his hand and he watches in shock — almost starstruck by you — when you manually wrap his hand around your neck.

“Like a necklace of sorts,” you continue. “A choker, maybe?”

“A choker,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He gives you a teasing, gentle squeeze. You’re an absolute puddle.

He grins at you connivingly, playfully.

"Lead the way, m'lady. Anything you want tonight is yours.”

———— 🔥 ————

Satisfied is an understatement. You’re strutting back to Eddie’s van now as he trails closely behind, hauling shopping bags that belong to you in each hand.

“Thank you Eddie,” you say as he manages to open the door for you too.

“Anytime, Princess,” he insists.

You get settled on the passenger side while Eddie starts the van back up again. He waits for a while in his seat.

“You looked stunning in that piece,” Eddie raves, the image of you strutting around still living in his head. “I almost don’t want you to wear it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What? Why?”

“I wanna be the only one who gets to see you in it,” he explains.

“Gatekeeper much?”

“No, I’m just selfish,” he says. “Especially when you look like that.”

Eddie takes it upon himself to fasten your seatbelt for you.

Your eyes trail along as he clicks it in place, adjusting the seatbelt so that it laid perfectly and untangled, protecting your hips…shielding your chest…

“My eyes only, you know?”

“Just yours?”

“Mhm,” he strains. “Mine and only mine.”

His gentle eyes are begging, glued to your lips like bees to honey. His tongue pokes out again, and you watch as he licks his lips in lust. Fuck. You can’t help it anymore. You decide to lean into him and try again.

But hostile air stops you in your place. There's fear in that man's eyes the closer you get and he pulls away from you.

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

You swat the rest of him away. “You’re doing it again.”

Eddie sighs in defeat.

"I know."

The fact that you didn’t have to elaborate is very telling. Eddie is not stupid. He knows the game he’s playing.

You watch with zero sympathy this time as Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He lifts a hand. You flinch. Then you relax again when you realize the man isn’t trying to hit you.

“I’m VERY aware of what I’m doing, Hargrove. Okay? That’s the worst part.”

“And you think it’s okay? You like stringing me along, is that it?”

“There’s MORE TO IT, alright?” he groans. “I just don’t know how to explain it to you just yet.”

Eddie starts up again.

“I…” he says, his haunted eyes sparkling. “I just. CAN’T. get. involved. with a coworker. Let alone someone who works under me. Think of all the legal issues that can rise up.”

Bullshit.

“That is a FUCKING LIE!” you scream. “A fucking LIE, Eddie and you know how I know that?”

He looks back over at you.

“It’s because you didn’t think twice about it when you were hooking up with Chrissy.”

You’ve had enough of his excuses. Startled, Eddie shies away from you, surprised that you knew of what he so desperately wanted to conceal.

“Who told you that?”

“Who else would know?”

“Everyone at Hellfire, basically,” Eddie laughs pettily. “I just hoped it wouldn’t get around to you.”

Frustrated, Eddie turns off his car. He tosses his keys onto the center console between you both.

“Chrissy and I happened like two or three times. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asks you. “She was horny, I was horny. She never gave me the time of day in high school so I got all excited. One thing led to another. Thrill eventually wore off. Now she’s just one of my good friends.”

You cross your arms and glare out the window.

“But the reason I was soooo okay with the Chrissy thing is because I only saw her as a fling,” Eddie continues. “End of story.”

“Where exactly are you going with this?”

“The difference with you is that a part of me actually wanted this to go somewhere.”

Does he think you’re stupid? Surely Eddie can’t think you’re just going to fall for his words instead of his actions.

You scoff. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

You muster up the courage to look over at him again. And there he is, his big brown doe eyes glimmering under the full moon.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Hargrove,” he mumbles softly. “That shit’s terrifying. For the first time in an incredibly long time I feel like someone gets me.”

You attempt to look away again. Eddie cranes his neck over towards you to meet you where you’re at.

“Someone who gets what it’s like to have a shitty, absent father,” Eddie continues. “Someone who also had to learn how to navigate grief before getting a fucking learner’s permit.”

“You can stop,” you choke. “I get the picture.”

But Eddie continues.

“…Someone who also has to be the bread-winner of the family, not by choice, but by necessity. And someone whose now got a shit ton of trust issues cuz somebody else had to go and fuck ‘em up THAT badly.”

Your throat begins to burn. A soul cry marinates at the pit of your stomach.

"I'm so infatuated with you, Hargrove,” your boss insists. “Okay? You have no idea.”

You tsk.

“You’re infatuated with me,” it’s more of a statement than a question of yours. “Yet you push me away.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, like you don’t have trouble accepting things you so rightfully deserve?”

He reaches over to grab your hand. You let him.

"There's nothing scarier than falling for someone who is your literal mirror," Eddie whispers. "Especially when you don't like anything about yourself."

“I know.”

You two fall silent and end up staring ahead for quite some time.

Both of you observe a couple cross the street together. The smitten pair are taking a stroll on the sidewalk, hand in hand and falling into one another like missing puzzle pieces. The guy kisses the girl's forehead, his silhouette reminding you so much of Steve.

“I also didn’t wanna get in between you and Harrington," Eddie mumbles.

“I told you we’re just fuck buddies.”

“But he really, really likes you.”

“Yeah, but if he’s not over Nancy, then what’s the point?”

It’s been a decade since Steve and Nancy broke up and he’s still lovesick over her. When you realized that she couldn’t ever be replaced, you stopped trying to pursue Steve romantically. Eddie falls mute again.

"I'm just his lil pocket pussy for all I know," you break the ice with a laugh.

"Don't say that," Eddie disapproves. "You are more than your body, Shy Girl."

“Then tell me what I am, Eddie,” the wounded part of you speaks. “Since I don’t seem to know.”

His gaze softens. “Well, it’s easy.”

You look at him.

"Corn ball alert,” Eddie prefaces. “But you’re the conversations you have with your regulars, asking them about their day and if they have any updates for you… You're the friendships you make with girls that you don't see a need to compete with. And you're that silly little dance you do when Argyle makes you food. And you’re also the destructive parts of yourself that you keep hiding from but little do you know that even those parts of you tell a story."

The sound of police sirens divert your attention. You shudder at the noise. Eddie seemingly makes note of it and clears his throat as a placeholder.

"…I didn't think you paid attention to any of that, Eds."

"I'm more observant than you think."

You believe him. After all, there are instances when you catch him sneaking a glance at you, turning away too late because you’re caught by his eyes to do the same.

A sigh escapes your body. You interlock your fingers with his.

“I don’t know what... this… is,” you begin. “But all I know is that I really enjoy your company. And that I’ve had a crush on you since the day I met you. If it wasn't obvious already."

Eddie snorts. “Even when I was freaking out over kegs and ground chili?”

“Especially when you were freaking out over kegs and ground chili.”

And now forgiveness is in the air. Monkey see, monkey do, and soon both you and Eddie are grinning at each other from one side of your faces to the other.

“Please,” Eddie requests politely with a gulp. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“Yes.”

To your surprise, Eddie leaves a peck on your cheek out of all places. This fucker, still so polite. He doesn’t touch or graze anywhere else while he does.

“Thanks,” he says as he pulls away. “I guess.”

But you only want him closer now.

“Oh don’t be stupid,” you giggle grabbing his face with both your hands. “Just fucking kiss me.”

You rest your hands at his chin when you pull him closer. And with Eddie’s permission, you sink your lips onto his. His warm breath circles you as your lips attach to one another.

There’s no turning back now.

Eddie’s lips are as soft as a cloud, and they seem to know yours very well. When he’s latched on, Eddie synchronizes with your rhythm almost immediately, getting a few more kisses in before his tongue begs you for entrance. You deny him access and push him back.

“Oooh,” you taunt him, causing him to laugh. “Someone likes me.”

“Maybe,” Eddie blushes, cupping the side of your face with one of his rigid hands. He gives the back of your head an endearing little scratch.

“But you…can’t get involved huh?”

Eddie shakes his head, doing his very best to stand his ground. He’s back to staring at your lips. “No. Definitely can’t…get involved.”

Of course not.

“Not even if I do this?”

You swoop over to press down on the button of Eddie’s seat belt to unbuckle it. Click. He restrains himself, but there’s wonder in his eyes.

“Or this?”

Your hands travel to the side furthest from you as you lean to crank the lever, lowering the head of Eddie’s driver seat to a 30 degree angle.

Amused now, he furrows his brows together and rests his hands behind his head, manspreading as you play that agonizingly long game.

“You’re pushing it, Hargrove…”

Using his unavailable hands to your advantage, you climb over him and assert yourself on his lap. A low groan escapes Eddie’s nose. You make sure to strategically situate yourself right on his crotch. Eddie’s breath hitches, hand hovering over your birthmark as you sink those hips into him. He bucks his up in return, trying to keep up with you.

“What about this?”

“Oh, that’s not fair…”

His hands are back at your waist.

A protruding essence grows in size as you continue to ride Eddie’s thigh. Soft, low whimpers escape from his chest, his dark eyes now beseeching at his mercy. Eddie’s fingers curl, enclosing themselves tightly around the fabric of your baby tee. His available hand gnaws at the seat below him.

“I don’t like playing fair,” you whisper huskily. “I just like getting even.”

Both of yours eyes are glued to what you’re doing, where you’re grinding, and how.

“Why do you do this to me?” he whispers longingly.

“I think it’s safe to say that you’ve been edging me for quite some time, Munson,” you shrug angelically. “Now it’s my turn to give you a taste of—”

You squeal suddenly when Eddie’s hand flies to your throat. The grip he has on you tightens hastily, long before you can even process it.

Shock overpowers you as Eddie studies you eagerly, with flared nostrils and a hot chest. You peer down at him with glossy eyes and yearning lips.

“Back of the van,” Eddie orders. “Now.”

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author's note: i'd be lying if i told you guys i didn't play imaginary barbies in my head in order to map out the argument between eddie and shy girl dfsjklfdkgfgsg would you say I’m a puppet master?

[yuziyou]

时光 ✧ LINK CLICK | 时光代理人 (2023) - manhua ch. 005. 4.

[elliesbabygirl]

ch.004 ⇄ ch. 005; Being in Love - Wet Leg

"I feel like someone has punched me in the guts, but I kinda like it 'cause it feels like being in love"

my masterlist.

word count: 4.6k words

series synopsis: friends with benefits, that's what ellie wanted. yet, she can't let you go, even after the messy 'breakup' between the two of you.

warnings: swearing, yearning, kissing, fingering (r! receiving), cheating, envisioning sex partner as somebody else, scissoring, hickeys, biting, tit-sucking (r! receiving) , slight nipple play( r! receiving), slight clit play (r!receiving), and pet names. lmk if I missed anything 🚶‍♂️‍➡️enjoy.. (still not proof read)

author's note: as promised, here's ch.005 a little earlier than usual since I was so late with uploading ch. 004, the timeline is a little fast paced in this ch. I wanna say all of this happens within the span of a week n a half, maybe? also cocky! ellie comes back for a split second before turning back into a hot mess. I'm gonna start ramping up the series as we get messier and closer to the end🫦so buckle the fuck up bitches!

The early morning air was thick with fog as you both walked out of the IHOP, the world outside still quiet, barely awake. The streetlights cast a soft, hazy glow over the parking lot, and everything felt muted—like the conversation inside had drained all the noise from the world.

Ellie walked ahead, unlocking her truck with a quick press of her keys before climbing into the driver’s seat. You slid into the passenger side, adjusting in the worn leather seat as she started the engine.

The heater kicked on, warming the cabin, but the silence between you both was thick, awkward. Ellie tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, biting the inside of her cheek before clearing her throat.

“So, uh…” she started, voice hesitant, eyes still fixed on the road. “Things are, uh… going good with Abby?”

You blinked at her, caught off guard.

Ellie’s grip on the wheel tightened, she already knew the answer. Of course things were going good. Of course you were happy, she wasn’t stupid.

But she still asked.

You hesitated before giving a slow nod. “Yeah, they are.”

Ellie swallowed hard, keeping her expression neutral. “Cool,” she muttered. “Cool. That’s… good.”

The awkwardness thickened.

She hated this, hated pretending like she wanted to hear that.

Her fingers twitched against the wheel, her knee bouncing slightly as the fog outside swallowed the road ahead. She focused too hard on driving, on the way the headlights barely cut through the mist—anything to keep herself from completely falling apart.

And then—without thinking—her hand moved.

Out of habit, out of muscle memory, she reached toward you, toward your thigh, like she used to so many times before. Her fingers barely brushed against the fabric of your jeans before she realized what she was doing—who you were with now—and jerked her hand back, gripping the gear shift instead.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, ears burning, barely audible over the low hum of the engine.

The touch lingered in the air between you both, heavy and unspoken.

She could feel your eyes on her, could feel the way you noticed, but neither of you said anything.

Ellie swallowed, staring hard at the road, barely remembering why she had asked you to have this talk in the first place. She was too distracted with the fact that you were right there.

The truck rumbled to a stop outside your dorm, the engine humming softly as the fog curled around the streetlamps. Neither of you moved.

Ellie’s hands stayed tight on the wheel, knuckles white, gripping it like a lifeline, like if she just held on tight enough, she could stop time—stop you from leaving, stop this moment from slipping through her fingers like everything else.

You sighed softly beside her, shifting in your seat. When you turned to look at her, it wasn’t to say anything, wasn’t to linger—just to say goodbye.

And Ellie couldn’t let that happen.

She leaned in before she could talk herself out of it, before you could pull away, before she had to sit with the unbearable silence stretching between you. Her fingers brushed against your jaw, hesitant but desperate, and then—

She kissed you.

And this time—

You kissed her back.

It wasn’t like before.

It wasn’t muscle memory, it wasn’t a flicker of the past.

It was real, present, something between you unfolding as her lips moved against yours, slow but full of something that had been buried for too long.

Ellie’s fingers tightened against your skin, her other hand gripping the fabric of your sleeve as she pressed into you, needing you, craving you in a way she hadn’t let herself before.

And for those few stolen moments, you let her have it.

But then, your hands tensed against her hoodie, your breath hitching—

And you pulled away.

“Ellie,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I can’t—”

Ellie exhaled sharply, her hand still hovering near your face, her lips still tingling from you. “Why not?” she whispered, her voice uneven, cracking at the edges. “You’re not even official with her, it’s not—”

“I can’t do this to her.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it slammed into her like a punch to the gut. “I can’t give her false hope like you did to me.”

Ellie’s breath caught.

The words knocked the wind out of her, made her stomach twist in a way that felt painfully familiar, as if she was reliving the sucker punch abby did to her stomach.

Was this what being in love felt like?

“I—” Ellie tried, her voice desperate, “I wouldn’t— fuck, I wouldn’t do that to you again.” She swallowed hard, her fingers curling into a fist. “This isn’t wrong. You— you’re mine, you always have been—"

“Ellie,” you exhaled, voice strained.

And the way you said her name—the weight of it—made her stop.

You pulled away completely, reaching for the door handle, the space between you stretching into something too wide to close.

Ellie’s heart pounded as she watched you step out, still breathless, still reeling.

The passenger door shut with a quiet finality.

Two days later..

Abby’s apartment was warm, the low glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the walls. A half-empty bowl of popcorn sat between you, forgotten as you curled into Abby’s side, her arm draped comfortably around your shoulders. Her body was solid, steady, her fingers absentmindedly tracing light patterns against your arm as the movie played.

But you weren’t watching it.

Your mind was elsewhere.

No matter how hard you tried to shake it, the moment in Ellie’s truck kept replaying in your head. The way she had looked at you—desperate, pleading. The way her voice had cracked when she told you, she wanted to fight for you. The way she kissed you, like she needed you, like she thought if she just held on tight enough, you wouldn’t leave again.

You exhaled softly, forcing yourself to focus, to be here—with Abby.

She was warm beside you, her steady breathing, her easy presence, everything that had been so good for you these past few weeks. And yet—your body felt tense, restless, something unspoken sitting heavy in your chest.

You shifted slightly, tilting your head up to look at her. Abby glanced down at you, a small, lazy smile pulling at her lips. “What?” she murmured.

You didn’t answer—not with words, at least.

Instead, you leaned up, pressing your lips to hers.

Abby made a soft sound of surprise, but she responded easily, her grip around you tightening as she deepened the kiss. Her lips were soft, familiar, but as much as you wanted to lose yourself in it, to drown out everything in her touch, the memory of Ellie still lingered at the back of your mind.

Ellie, reaching for you.

Ellie, whispering your name like a prayer.

Ellie, begging you to stay.

You pressed harder into Abby, trying to chase away the ghost of that moment, trying to remind yourself that this was where you were supposed to be.

That Abby was real, safe.

That she deserved more than this weight sitting between you two.

And yet—

No matter how hard you kissed her, no matter how tightly you held onto her—

Ellie’s voice wouldn’t leave your head.

The kiss deepened, turning into something more than just a simple distraction. Abby responded without hesitation, her grip on you firm but careful, her lips parting against yours as she pulled you closer.

To her, it probably felt natural—the way you melted into her, the way your hands curled into the fabric of her hoodie, the way you kissed her with an urgency she wasn’t used to.

To you, it was desperation.

A need to forget. A need to drown out the weight of Ellie’s voice, the feeling of her hands, the way she begged for you.

Abby hummed against your mouth, her fingers trailing down your spine, her other hand slipping beneath your shirt, warm and solid against your skin. She deepened the kiss, matching your intensity, her breathing growing heavier as the movie on the screen faded into background noise.

Your hands roamed on instinct, gripping her shoulders, pressing into the familiar strength of her body. Abby’s lips moved to your jaw, then your neck, her breath hot against your skin as she whispered, “Didn’t think you’d be this into the movie night.”

You let out a quiet, breathy laugh, but it wasn’t real.

Because this wasn’t about this.

It wasn’t about Abby.

It was about pushing Ellie away.

About erasing the ghost of her mouth against yours, her voice in your ear, her fingers twitching toward you with a need she never let herself show before.

Abby didn’t know.

She didn’t know that every movement, every kiss, every touch was a distraction—a desperate attempt to silence the part of you that still ached for someone else.

And for now, you let yourself pretend that it was enough.

Abby moved with certainty, her fingers slipping past the waistband of your shorts, her touch teasing but firm. She knew exactly what she was doing—taking her time, making you wait for it, letting the anticipation build until you could barely breathe.

Her mouth brushed against your ear, her breath hot and steady. “You always get this worked up for me, baby?” she murmured, her voice smooth, dripping with amusement.

You exhaled sharply, fingers curling into the fabric of her hoodie, hips shifting instinctively as her fingers explored, teasing you through your underwear before slipping beneath.

The first touch sent a shudder up your spine, your lips parting as a soft, shaky moan left you. Abby hummed in approval, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your jaw before trailing lower, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck.

“So good for me,” she muttered, voice husky, her fingers moving with deliberate, torturous precision.

Your body arched into her, your breath stuttering, pleasure coiling inside you. But your mind—fuck, your mind—

It wasn’t here.

It wasn’t on Abby, on her steady hands, on her confident touch.

It was on Ellie.

Ellie’s desperate hands on your face in the truck.

Ellie’s voice cracking as she begged you.

Ellie’s lips pressed against yours like she needed you.

You let out a soft whimper, eyes squeezing shut, your body reacting before your mind could stop it.

“Baby,” you gasped, gripping onto Abby’s arms, needing something to ground yourself.

Abby groaned against your skin, her movements growing firmer, hungrier. “Fuck, I love hearing you like that.”

You bit your lip, swallowing back the name that almost slipped out.

Because for just a second—for one brief, fucked-up second—it wasn’t Abby touching you.

It was Ellie.

Ellie, whispering your name against your throat.

Ellie, making you fall apart under her hands.

Ellie, pressing into you like she owned you.

The pleasure surged higher, tightening in your core, but you couldn’t tell anymore if it was Abby making you feel this way—

Or if it was the ghost of Ellie lingering in the back of your mind.

Abby’s fingers moved with slow, deliberate precision, teasing at first, dragging through your slick before pressing inside with an ease that made your breath stutter. She was good—confident in the way she touched you, in the way she curled her fingers just right, in the way her thumb pressed against your clit in a rhythm that had your thighs trembling.

“You feel so good, baby,” she murmured against your skin, her voice low, deep, sending warmth pooling through your body. She kissed along your jaw, her free hand gripping your hip, anchoring you as she thrust her fingers deeper, her pace unhurried but intentional.

Your head tilted back against the couch, lips parting as your breath came in uneven gasps. But when you opened your eyes, looking at her—

You saw Ellie.

It was so fucked up, but your brain couldn’t stop twisting it, couldn’t stop replacing the person in front of you with the one you had been desperately trying to forget.

Ellie, gripping your waist.

Ellie, watching your face as she worked you open.

Ellie, begging for you in that damn truck.

A choked sound slipped from your lips, your body reacting before your mind could catch up.

Abby groaned at the sound, her fingers moving faster, pressing deeper, fucking into you with a slow, devastating intensity. “That’s it, baby,” she muttered, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Let me hear you.”

You knew it was Abby, you knew that.

But for just a second—with the way her fingers filled you, the way her body pressed into yours, the way she held you together as you came undone beneath her—

It felt like Ellie.

Ellie, whispering mine against your lips.

Ellie, watching your body react to her every touch.

Ellie, knowing exactly how to break you apart.

Your fingers dug into Abby’s back, your moans growing shakier, higher-pitched, your body tensing as pleasure coiled impossibly tight.

You were too far gone, too caught up in your own head, and before you could stop yourself—

“Fuck—” Your breath hitched, and you almost said her name, almost.

But you swallowed it back just in time.

Abby didn’t notice. She was too caught up in you, too focused on the way you were falling apart under her.

And you let her believe it.

Because if you let yourself think about what was really happening—about who you were really thinking about—

You weren’t sure you’d be able to stop.

The lecture hall was dimly lit, the glow of the projector casting long shadows across the room. The professor’s voice droned on about cognitive biases, something about heuristics and decision-making, but none of it was registering—not when this was happening.

Your pinky brushed against Ellie’s.

Neither of you moved at first, both pretending it wasn’t intentional, that it was just an accident, just a side effect of sitting too close. But neither of you moved away either.

You stared at the screen, eyes unfocused, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours.

Ellie was pretending too, sitting stiff beside you, bouncing her knee under the desk, her fingers twitching slightly on the table. But you caught it—the way she glanced down at your hands, then back up at you.

Slowly, you turned your head to look at her, and that’s when she did it.

A small, nervous smile, barely there, her lips pulling at the corner as she bit her bottom lip, something hesitant but hopeful flickering in her green eyes.

And then—Ellie moved first.

Her fingers slid over yours, slow and careful, before intertwining with them fully. Her palm was warm against yours, her thumb running lightly over your knuckles, back and forth in a slow, unthinking rhythm.

She didn’t look at you again.

She just kept her eyes ahead, staring blankly at the professor, pretending like this wasn’t the biggest fucking deal in the world to her.

Like she wasn’t sitting here, barely breathing, her pulse pounding in her ears as she held your hand for the first time in what felt like forever.

She didn’t care about Abby. She didn’t care about what this meant, about what she was doing.

She just knew that she had you here, in the smallest way.

And for now, that was enough—

Ellie barely got the door unlocked before your lips crashed into hers again, all teeth and desperation, hands tangled in the fabric of her hoodie as you pulled her closer. She groaned against your mouth, fumbling with the handle, nearly missing it in her rush to get you inside.

It wasn't enough for Ellie, actually.

She needed you, craved you.

“I hate you,” you whispered between kisses, your breath hot against her lips, your voice dripping with something that sounded like anger but felt like need.

Ellie barely registered the words, barely heard them over the blood rushing in her ears, the way your fingers gripped at her like you couldn’t stand the space between you. “Yeah?” she murmured, smirking as she finally shoved the door open, her hands finding your waist, guiding you inside. “That why you’re all over me right now?”

Before you could answer, she spun you around, pressing you hard against the closed door, trapping you between the wood and the heat of her body.

Your head fell back with a soft thud as Ellie’s lips devoured your neck, open-mouthed kisses trailing along your skin, each one messier, hungrier than the last. She groaned when your fingers tugged at the back of her hair, her nails digging into your waist through the fabric of your shirt.

“Fucking missed you,” she murmured against your throat, her voice rough, needy, her hands gripping at your hips like she was trying to memorize the feel of you.

You let out a breathless moan, arching into her touch, your resolve slipping away with every press of her lips, every scrape of her teeth against sensitive skin.

Her hands roamed, slipping beneath your shirt, fingertips dragging over bare skin, igniting heat in their wake. She wasn’t taking her time—she wasn’t pretending to be patient. She needed this, needed you.

And you were just as desperate

You grabbed the hem of her hoodie, yanking it up, needing to feel her, to get as close as possible. Ellie groaned, letting you tug it over her head, barely giving you a second before her mouth was on yours again, her hands already pushing up your shirt in return.

Her lips were hot, demanding, everywhere.

And then—without warning—she grabbed you by the thighs and lifted you.

You gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around her shoulders as she carried you through the apartment, barely making it three steps before she kicked open her bedroom door.

It slammed against the wall, rattling slightly, but neither of you cared.

Ellie groaned as she tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you immediately, her breath heavy, her green eyes dark with something unreadable.

Her fingers traced your stomach, sliding lower, her lips already back on your neck, her weight pressing you into the mattress.

You weren’t thinking about anything else.

Not Abby.

Not what this meant.

Nor how wrong it was.

Just Ellie—all over you, all around you, making you hers again.

Ellie was everywhere.

Her hands, her mouth, the weight of her body pressing you into the mattress—it was all too much and not enough at the same time. The room was dimly lit, hazy with the scent of sweat and something undeniably Ellie, the sheets already tangled beneath you both as clothes were stripped away piece by piece.

Your shirt hit the floor first, followed by her hoodie. She barely gave you time to breathe before she was on you again, lips hot and desperate against yours, fingers fumbling to tug your shorts down, her breathing ragged, uneven.

“Fuck, I missed this,” she groaned against your mouth, her hands roaming down your bare skin, gripping, squeezing like she needed to commit the feeling of you to memory.

You gasped as she pushed you back against the pillows, her lips trailing down your jaw, your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that turned into soft bites, sucking bruises into your skin like a fucking claim.

“Ellie—” you whimpered, body arching into her as she pressed a knee between your legs, teasing, her breath heavy against your collarbone.

She exhaled sharply, her own body shuddering as she sat up, yanking her sweats down, leaving herself in nothing but a black sports bra, her toned stomach flexing as she moved above you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

She looked wrecked—her lips swollen from kissing, her green eyes blown with want, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath.

“Please,” she murmured, her voice breaking slightly, her fingers trailing down your sides, her touch featherlight, reverent. “Let me feel you.”

You barely had time to register her words before she was slotting herself between your legs, her skin burning against yours as she lined up with you, her slick dragging against your own.

The first grind had you both moaning, your hands gripping at her arms, nails digging in as she shuddered above you.

“Fucking hell.” Ellie choked out, her forehead pressing against yours as she rocked her hips forward, slow at first, her hands gripping your thighs to keep you close.

Her breathing was uneven, her lips brushing against yours with every movement, her whimpers slipping through the cracks in her voice as her pace quickened.

“Fuck—fuck,” she gasped, kissing you again, her lips needy, sloppy, as she rolled her hips faster, harder.

You whimpered into her mouth, your hands flying to her back, feeling the heat of her skin, the tremble in her muscles as she moved against you, her breath stuttering with each grind.

“I need you,” she groaned, voice wrecked, her grip on your thighs tightening. “I fucking need you—”

She kissed you like she was starving, like this wasn’t just about sex—like it was about something deeper, something she couldn’t put into words.

Her body trembled, her moans turning higher, needier, her pace stuttering as her hips snapped forward, chasing something she hadn’t let herself have in so long.

And fuck—so were you.

Ellie was losing it.

Her movements turned frantic, her hips grinding against you with more urgency, more desperation, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she chased the feeling of release she had been starving for.

“Fuck, I missed this,” she groaned, voice shaking, her hands gripping your thighs, fingers digging into your skin as she rocked against you, slick and messy and so fucking good. “Missed you—missed your pussy—”

Her head dipped down suddenly, her lips latching onto your nipple, sucking hard before flicking her tongue over the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat.

“Ellie—”

She moaned against your skin, her other hand slipping up to cup your other breast, fingers rolling your nipple between them, teasing, playing with you like she had all the time in the world—like she wasn’t already on the edge.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered against your skin, her voice breaking between gasps, between moans. “Fuck— I was so mean to you, baby—so fucking mean to my pretty girl—”

She kissed her way back up your chest, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy, desperate.

“I’ll make it up to you,” she swore, her forehead pressing against yours as she snapped her hips forward faster, grinding harder, the friction almost too much, almost perfect. “I’ll be so fucking good to you, baby, just—fuck—just let me have you again—”

Her words wrecked you, made you clench around nothing, made your nails dig into her back as she worked you both closer, closer, her whimpers turning into soft, breathy cries.

She was right there.

And she wasn’t letting go of you ever again.

Ellie was gone, lost in you, in the way your bodies moved together, the way your breath hitched every time she pressed just right against you. Her pace stuttered, hips snapping forward in desperate, uneven grinds as she chased the high building between you.

“Come for me,” she begged, voice raw, lips dragging over your neck in slow, open-mouthed kisses. “Fuck—please, baby, let me feel you—”

Her words sent a shiver through you, your body tensing as the pressure coiled impossibly tight, your breath catching—

And then you broke.

A choked moan slipped from your lips as pleasure crashed over you, your nails biting into Ellie’s back, thighs squeezing tight around her hips as you came against her.

Ellie groaned at the feeling, her whole body trembling as her movements turned messy, her hips rutting into you in short, erratic grinds. “Fuck—fuck—” she gasped, burying her face against your throat, her breath hot, shaky—

And then she fell apart, her moan muffled against your skin as she shuddered, riding it out, her lips still pressing lazy, sloppy kisses to your neck, matching the slow roll of her hips as she came down with you.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of your breaths mingling, heavy and uneven, both of you tangled in the sheets, in each other.

Ellie exhaled against your skin, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re all mine,” she murmured, lips brushing over your collarbone, her hands still gripping your waist like she was afraid you’d disappear. “All fucking mine.”

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over tangled sheets and bare skin. The air smelled faintly of sweat, sex, and you—something Ellie wanted to drown herself in, wrap around her like a second skin.

She was already awake, sore in the best way, her body humming with the aftershocks of the night before. But it wasn’t just the feeling that had her smiling against your skin—it was you.

You, still asleep, your body relaxed in the early-morning haze, your lips slightly parted, your breath soft and even.

Ellie’s fingers traced idly over the marks she had left—dark hickeys blooming across your collarbone, throat, and swell of your chest. Hers. She hadn’t held back, too desperate to keep you, to mark you as hers again.

She exhaled a quiet chuckle before dipping her head, pressing slow, wet kisses to your collarbone, mouthing lazily at the bruises she’d left there, her smile never fading.

She didn’t care how sore she was. She didn’t care that she could barely move after how wrecked she was last night.

All she cared about was this—being here, having you like this, tangled up in her sheets, and covered in the evidence of her love-starved touches.

And fuck, if this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up.

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