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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND :( 💔

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did u guys see their grills are on opposite sides. ok gn ily

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SINNERS 2025 | dir. Ryan Coogler

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Something something vampires have no reflection so he can't even try to see his brother's face anymore when he looks into the mirror

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‘you put that cig out, you can hold her’

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QUARITCH WEARING A HOODIE I REPEAT WE GOT QUARITCH WEARING A HOODIE

Also Spider with a tan? SCREAMING

Source

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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“it means a part of me is still there. which means a part of the winter soldier is still in me.”

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tfw u find out ur gf’s pregnant and it isn’t yours

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private eyes

stalker!ellie x reader

warnings: dark content, obsessive behavior, stalking, possessive language, delusion, mild alcohol use, smut (18+), sexual tension, voyeurism (non-graphic), explicit f!receiving, mirror sex, fingering, strap use, dom!ellie, mild dubcon vibes (reader consents but context is unbalanced), confessions, reader doesn’t realize how far gone ellie is until it’s too late

you always thought ellie was just protective.

she walked you home when it was dark. she texted when you were out late. stood close when strange men looked too long. she remembered your favorite snacks, your schedule, the color of the dress you wore last summer on your birthday.

and you thought it was sweet.

that was your mistake.

you never saw the way she looked at you when your back was turned. never noticed how often her voice faltered when you laughed. how her hands curled into fists when anyone else touched you.

never noticed the shadow outside your window at night.

the one that vanished the second you turned on the light.

you’re at dina’s house now. a group hang, beers half-drunk, music low. the couch is packed, so you’re sitting on the floor, leaning against some guy from work—james, maybe? he’s friendly. keeps whispering dumb jokes in your ear. you laugh, not because they’re funny, but because it’s easy.

ellie’s across the room.

perched in a corner, beer in hand, hood up.

watching.

your laugh makes her flinch.

she tracks the guy’s hand as it slides around your waist. your smile. your bare legs tucked beside his. your dress riding up when you shift to grab your drink. and the little way you look over your shoulder, meet her eyes—and look away just as fast.

like you don’t see it.

like you don’t feel it burning holes through your skin.

but she sees everything.

and later, when the night thins out and you’re slipping your shoes on to leave, she steps in front of the door.

“i’ll walk you.”

you blink. “i’m good.”

“not asking.”

you glance at dina, who shrugs. “let her. it’s dark.”

you hesitate, but something about ellie’s stare makes it hard to say no. so you nod. and let her walk beside you into the night.

your apartment’s only a few blocks away. but ellie keeps close. shoulder brushing yours when you drift too far. not speaking.

until:

“you like him?”

you glance at her. “who?”

“that guy. james.”

you frown. “not really.”

“looked like it.”

“ellie.”

her jaw tightens. “what?”

“don’t do this.”

you stop walking. she stops too. the streetlight casts her in shadow, eyes unreadable.

“you’re my friend,” you say quietly. “don’t make it weird.”

she steps closer. “you think this is just me being your friend?”

you swallow.

“ellie—”

“i watch you,” she says, voice low. “all the time.��

your heart stutters.

“i know how you move. how you talk when you’re nervous. i know what you wear to bed. what time you turn off your light. what kind of sounds you make when you’re alone.”

you back up. “you’re drunk.”

she smiles. “i haven’t had a sip since the first beer.”

you stare at her. “why are you telling me this?”

“because i’m tired of pretending.”

she steps forward. you step back—until your back hits the brick wall behind you.

“ellie—”

her hand comes up, cupping your jaw. her thumb brushes your lip.

“you never noticed. how long i’ve wanted you.”

your breath catches. your legs go weak.

“you think i let people get close to me?” she asks. “you think i’ve ever touched anyone the way i want to touch you?”

your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“you’re mine,” she whispers.

you should run. scream. tell her to get the fuck away from you.

instead—you kiss her.

or maybe she kisses you.

all you know is your back hits the door. then the inside of your apartment. then her hands are under your dress. your breath is in her mouth. and it’s all spiraling-

dark, fast, dizzy.

the mirror catches it all.

you bent over your bathroom sink. ellie behind you. hoodie discarded. her arm locked around your waist, the other between your legs.

you moan, loud and raw, as her strap pushes deeper.

“fuck,” you gasp. “ellie—”

“look,” she pants, grinding into you harder. “look how good you take it.”

you try. your reflection’s a mess—sweat-slick, mouth open, eyes glassy.

ellie’s eyes never leave yours.

“mine,” she mutters. “you were always mine.”

her pace quickens. you cry out, your hands clawing at the porcelain.

“you love this, don’t you?” she growls. “being watched. being ruined.”

you nod, tears streaking your cheeks. “yes—fuck—don’t stop—”

“say it.”

“i’m yours,” you choke. “i’ve always been—”

your orgasm hits like fire. your whole body trembles, and ellie holds you through it. presses kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your cheek.

“i love you,” she breathes. “i love you, i love you—”

you shudder, closing your eyes.

because somewhere in the back of your mind, you know this is wrong.

but god—it feels so good to be wanted.

even like this.

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green room girl

rockstar!ellie williams x reader

warnings: dom!ellie, oral (f!receiving), mirror sex, jealousy, possessive behavior, messy fwb dynamic, cursing, overstimulation, implied strap use, light hair pulling, tensionnnn, ellie being sick in love and not saying it

ellie invited you to a show and you you show up with two friends.

ellie notices immediately — mostly because one of them is a guy.

and he’s standing too close to you.

you’ve got your arm linked through his, laughing at something he says like it’s the funniest shit you’ve ever heard. ellie’s mid-soundcheck, guitar in hand, but her focus? gone. all she can do is stare from the stage.

you look good. short skirt. a little gloss on your lips. her hoodie — the one she left at your place last week — tied around your waist like you’re mocking her.

her jaw ticks when she sees your hand graze the guy’s stomach. friendly. casual. nothing to get worked up over.

still. she’s burning.

you catch her eye across the venue and smile like nothing’s wrong. like you didn’t spend the last three nights in her bed — moaning her name, saying “just friends” with your legs over her shoulders.

her grip tightens around the neck of her guitar.

jesse, beside her, glances up from the setlist and nudges her. “your girl’s here.”

ellie doesn’t respond. just mutters, “she’s not my girl,” and walks off the stage.

hours later the show ended and you found yourself outside the green room. smirking at ellie as she approached you.

“hey, rockstar,” you tease, pushing off the wall. “good set.”

she doesn’t reply. just grabs your waist and kisses you — fast and messy, all teeth and need.

“get in the room,” she murmurs, low and rough, “now.”

you obeyed, twisting the knob and walking in the room, ellie following behind you and clicking the door shut.

“you wore that on purpose,” she says, low.

you smirk, looking away. “wore what?”

her hand finds your waist. firm. familiar. possessive.

“that little fucking skirt. you knew i’d be watching.”

you don’t answer — just let her back you against the door. her knee slips between yours, spreading them with little resistance.

“you looked so pretty tonight,” she murmurs, mouth brushing your cheek. “laughing. letting him touch your arm. like i wasn’t right there.”

you raise a brow. “you jealous?”

ellie laughs once — quiet and bitter. “i wrote an entire album about you, and you still don’t get it?”

“really now? didn’t know we were exclusive..” you trail off.

she doesn’t reply. just grabs your waist and kisses you — fast and messy, all teeth and need. she spins you to face the mirror — pressing up behind you, hand already sliding beneath your skirt.

“we’re not. but this—” her fingers slide lower, find you soaked, “—this is mine.”

your breath catches.

“ellie…”

“you think he could make you this wet?” her voice is a rasp now, lips brushing your ear. “just from watching me onstage?”

you try to respond but it comes out as a whimper.

she pushes your panties down, eyes glued to the mirror. to your face. to the way your mouth parts when she sinks two fingers inside.

you brace yourself against the counter.

“look at you,” she whispers, curling her fingers. “so pretty like this. so desperate.”

you moan, loud, and her free hand clamps over your mouth.

“shh,” she murmurs. “don’t want your little friend to hear, do we?”

your knees nearly give out.

she pumps her fingers faster — deep, unrelenting — while keeping her gaze locked on yours in the mirror.

“say it,” she demands, “say who makes you feel like this.”

“you,” you gasp, “fuck, ellie—you do—”

“that’s right.”

her hand leaves your mouth, slips up your chest, grabbing your jaw so you’re fully facing yourself in the glass.

“watch yourself fall apart for me.”

and you do.

you cum hard — eyes glassy, lips trembling, her name the only thing on your tongue. she kisses your shoulder through it, whispering praises you barely register.

but she’s not done.

you barely recover before she’s lifting you onto the counter, sliding the strap on without warning. you blink at her, dazed, and she just smirks.

“you didn’t think i’d let you walk out of here after that little show you put on, did you?”

your answer is lost in a moan when she pushes inside.

deep. slow. perfect.

you cry out, fingers digging into her back, and she grabs your thighs, pulling you closer, fucking you with smooth, punishing thrusts.

“mine,” she says again, breath hot against your throat. “mine. mine.”

your hands tangle in her hair, your head falling back against the mirror.

“you should see yourself,” she pants. “so fucked out for me. you’re never like this with anyone else.”

“only you,” you admit, voice barely a whisper.

that makes her stutter.

her rhythm slows — not because she wants to stop, but because she needs to feel it. really feel it.

“yeah?” she murmurs.

you nod, dazed. “yeah.”

she kisses you. softer now. slower. like she’s sorry for being jealous. like she wishes she could say more.

but neither of you do.

you just stay there, tangled, messy and breathless, trying to pretend this is still just sex.

even though it hasn’t been for a long time.

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abby study (excuse the censoring, full pic on my twitter https://x.com/vekharious/status/1930054395720544764)

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almost lost you

ellie williams x fem!reader

final part to back to friends!! read part one & part two!

warnings: angst, comfort, themes of heartbreak, abandonment, and regret, alcohol use (ellie is drunk but not incapacitated) smut (18+) makeup sex,fingering (f!receiving), oral implied, praise, possessiveness, love confessions, crying during sex (emotional release),heavy emotional intimacy, lots of dialogue & “i love you”s, finally a happy ending

you’re not expecting anyone.

it’s quiet—movie playing, lights low, your phone facedown because you’re tired of hoping. tired of reading the same text thread, wondering if she’s ever gonna come back.

so when someone bangs on your door at 12:42 a.m., you freeze.

another knock. louder.

then:

“please open the door.”

your heart stops.

you know that voice.

it’s cracked and slurred and desperate, but it’s hers.

you open the door halfway, already bracing yourself.

ellie.

hoodie crooked. eyes glassy. flushed like she ran here.

you stare. “what the fuck—”

“i know,” she interrupts, breathless. “i know it’s late. and i’m not supposed to be here. but please. just—please.”

“are you drunk?”

“a little,” she says, swaying. “but not too much. i swear i’m sober enough to talk to you.”

you cross your arms. “we can talk in the morning.”

her jaw clenches. “no, we won’t. you’ll change your mind by then. i had to come now. before i chickened out. again.”

you don’t speak.

her voice softens, barely above a whisper. “you said you were tired of bleeding just to feel close to me.”

your throat tightens as she takes a step forward.

“i bled too,” she says. “i just didn’t know how to say it.”

you look away. “you should go home.”

“i can’t,” she murmurs. “you’re the only place that’s ever felt like one.”

that one breaks you.

you step back and sigh.

“…come in.”

you make her tea. bring her water. sit beside her while she drinks both, eyes downcast. she hasn’t said anything since walking in.

forty-five minutes pass. the tension doesn’t fade—it just thickens. every tick of the clock pulls another knot in your chest. finally, when the silence gets too loud, she breaks.

her voice is quieter now. “i miss you.”

your throat tightens.

“why’d you come here?” you ask.

ellie exhales hard, “because i can’t stop thinking about the way you looked at me before you walked out. like you’d already let me go.”

all you could do was stare at her.

“and maybe you should have,” she says. “i gave you every reason to.”

your voice is low now, “then why come back?”

she stands and starts to paces back and forth.

“because i never stopped wanting you. and i know i never deserved you. but every night since that party, i’ve been losing my fucking mind wondering who gets to touch you now. wondering if you look at them the way you used to look at me.”

you stay quiet.

“i pushed you away because i didn’t know how to hold something that mattered. not without breaking it.” her voice cracks.

you stare at your hands then shrug. “congrats. you broke it.”

“i know.”

“and now what?” you whisper. “you want me to just… forget what it felt like when you didn’t show up? when you didn’t even try?”

“no,” she says. “i want you to remember what it felt like before that. when it was just us. before i fucked everything up.”

your breath stutters.

“do you even get how much that night ruined me?”

ellie nods slowly. “yeah. i do.”

a long pause….then,

“i missed being close to you.”

your eyes lift to hers. she’s trembling but not from the cold.

“i missed everything,” she says. “your voice. your laugh. the way your breath catches when i kiss your neck. i miss seeing your eyes light up. the way you’d say my name like it meant something.”

her voice drops lower and she turns to you fully. looking you in the eyes.

“i love you.”

you freeze.

“i think i’ve loved you since the second time you laughed at one of my dumb jokes. i just didn’t know what to do with it. i’ve never had anything real before.”

you stare at her.

and then—gently—you reach out. cup her face.

her skin is warm beneath your palm. your eyes were locked on one another’s and for the first time in weeks, neither of you looked away.

she had just said it. out loud.

and it hung there—bold, raw, terrifying.

your breath caught in your throat.

she didn’t flinch. didn’t fumble to take it back.

she just looked at you like she meant it. like she’d been meaning it for a long time.

your voice came out quieter than you expected.

“say it again.”

ellie’s eyes softened. her thumb brushed your jaw like she was afraid you’d vanish.

“i love you,” she whispered. “i love you, and i’m sorry. for all of it. for pushing you away. for making you bleed to feel close to me. i was scared. i didn’t know how to hold it. hold you.”

your hands gripped her hoodie, pulling her in.

“then show me,” you said, breath shaky. “show me you mean it.”

and she did.

with a kiss that started slow—like a promise. like something she wasn’t willing to fuck up this time.

her lips barely grazed yours at first. a soft inhale, your breaths tangling. her hand came up to cup your cheek, fingertips trembling just slightly as if even now, she couldn’t believe you were real. still hers.

“you sure?” she asked, voice rough.

you nodded, lips brushing hers as you whispered, “i’m sure. just—don’t stop.”

that was all she needed to hear. her mouth met yours again, deeper this time. urgent. she kissed you like she’d been holding her breath since the moment she lost you—like this was air, and she finally remembered how to breathe.

her body pressed against yours, pushing you down gently. her hand slid beneath your shirt, calloused fingertips ghosting over your ribs.

you arched into her, sighing into the kiss.

“missed you,” she mumbled between kisses. “missed your skin. your sounds. the way you fall apart under me.”

your shirt came off with a tug. she kissed down your neck, trailing her tongue along your collarbone. slow and reverent.

“you love me?” you asked again, quietly.

she looked up at you. eyes wide and glassy. “yeah, baby. i love you so much it fucking hurts.”

your chest ached in the best way. you grabbed her hand, brought it down to rest between your legs.

“then take it. all of it.”

her breath hitched. her fingers slipped past your waistband, finding you wet and warm and already clenching around nothing.

“fuck,” she groaned. “you’re soaked.”

“i’ve been waiting,” you whispered. “for you.”

her lips met yours again as two fingers slid inside, slow and steady. you gasped, clinging to her hoodie.

she started a rhythm—deep, unhurried. every pump intentional. you rolled your hips up to meet her, moaning into her mouth.

“that’s it,” she murmured. “give it to me. let me make up for every second i didn’t.”

your head tipped back. her name left your lips like a plea.

“ellie—god—don’t stop—”

she curled her fingers just right and you cried out.

“you feel so good, baby. always so good for me.”

your hands clawed at her shoulders, your body rocking under hers.

“say it again,” you begged. “please—say you love me.”

she kissed your throat, your chest, your mouth.

“i love you. fuck, i love you. i’m never letting you go again.”

your orgasm hit like a wave crashing through everything—weeks of heartbreak, silence, distance—all ripped apart in a single breathless moan. your back arched, thighs shaking, her name spilling from your lips over and over again.

and even after, she stayed right there. fingers still buried inside you. mouth soft on your shoulder.

you blinked up at her, dazed.

“you still mean it?”

she leaned down. kissed you like a vow.

“more than anything,” she whispered. “i love you.”

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My son

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