#( text w. cami. )

[elliespillowprincess]

SHES MY DRUG

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pt 1

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pt 3

a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. also this one will be a bit longer than the others! i hope to just make this an ongoing series with no real end? idk yet!!! it’s kinda all over the place

c/w: TIME SKIP??, modern au, reader is in med school, biker!ellie!!, rich!ellie… kinda toxic!ellie? angst, addiction, substance abuse, joel’s death makes an appearance, fluff, fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, race of reader not specified, smut, strap-on usage (r!receiving), cum eating, spit?, tribbing, fingering (r!receiving), breeding kink, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

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ELLIE WILLIAMS

her name is everywhere now. after leaving your town, her music had blown up more than ever before. 2 years had gone by since the two of you shared your last kiss, and for the first few months the two of you texted constantly.

ellie🤭: how’s my pretty girl?

ellie🤭: hoping to come back soon

tours been getting crazy

ellie🤭:

missing you

it felt like a dream, texting one of the worlds biggest rockstars while she was on tour, her sending photos of her adventures. but all dreams end in you waking up.

you: hey wyd?

you: hoping you’re coming back soon

you: hey ellie?

we haven’t talked in a bit

i miss you.

the dream ended. just like that, you were just another girl. after waiting for replies, you decided to move on. this fantasy wasn’t real, the dream was over. ellie was now famous for hooking up with her fans, videos popping up constantly of her leading them out of her concert and onto her bike, just like she did to you.

you were just another girl.

you graduated university as the top scholar in your small town, liliana just behind you. both of you applied to a med school in new york, both getting accepted. your best friend kept telling you you’ll forget her, but how could you? she was everywhere.

eventually, there were some days you could go by without thinking of her. you decided to quit drinking and smoking, and focus on schooling. you got your pleasure elsewhere; hooking up with whatever girl swiped right on you on tinder that day. they always looked a little like her. if they didn’t have that auburn hair, they had tattoos, if they didn’t have tattoos, they were a musician, etc.

“hey, y/n?” you hear a familiar voice say. “wanna go out tonight? i feel like we haven’t gotten to hangout in ages. you don’t have to drink or anything, promise!” liliana practically begs you. it was true, the two of you hardly had any time outside of schooling to hangout, so hesitantly, you agree. she tells you all about this new club that opened, how its invite only so there won’t be too many people, and how there’s surprise private performers. she got the invite from her boyfriend, and was allowed to bring one extra person: you. you decide to use the rest of your day off prior to your later plans to take an everything shower, shaving and exfoliating your whole body. when you get out, you go to your closet to pick out something to wear, still in your towel. your new wardrobe consisted of mainly business casual clothes and scrubs for lab days, so you push them away and dig through the back of your closet. you go through the pile of clothing, until you hit something hard. you grab it, pulling it into the light. when you realize what it was, you feel lightheaded.

it’s her helmet.

tossing it to the back with a pit in your stomach, you grab three random items of clothing, shutting the door. it was exactly what you wore when you first met her: a lacy cami, short black skirt, and a leather jacket. you threw the outfit on, hoping to cover up the old memories with new ones. after you touched up your makeup, you, andrew, and liliana started pregaming. you didn’t want to overdo it, but you also wanted a small buzz for this intimidating of a club. your plan was to leave around 9, it was 8:47. “i’m actually excited, i haven’t been this excited for an event in a while!” you say to the group, feeling a buzz. the three of you are laughing and talking until you get a notification, indicating the uber was there. driving to the club, the driver put on the radio. of course, it had to be her.

the loud music and sweaty atmosphere of the club made you feel dizzy. the only thing keeping you from running away was a tall girl eyeing you across the room. she had short, dark hair, freckles, and a sour face as she looked at you like prey: your type. after a while, you notice she comes up to you, asking if you want anything to drink. agreeing, you thank her and start talking. “where y’from angel?” she asks. “nowhere near here, i used to live in a small town, goldwhit grove?” she looks at you like you’re crazy, rolling her eyes. “never heard of it. hey wanna get outta here?” you look over to your friends, liliana dancing against andrew, and remember how mad she was last time you ran off with a girl without telling her. “i don’t know i’m here with my frie-“ your sentence was interrupted but the screams of the drunken club goers around you as they all flock to the front. looking over to the stage, you see who they’re going crazy over. and of course,

it’s her.

she was everywhere, it was like you couldn’t escape and forget her no matter how hard you tried. she’s stumbling all over the stage, and slurring her words. bras were being thrown at her, and she just had this stupid look on her face. like she was loving it. she was looking around the crowd, for what you assumed to be a girl to take back to her hotel, she made eye contact with you. it felt like the whole room went quiet, even though it was far from it. you wanted to scream, call her an ass, throw drinks at her. but found another solution. turning to the girl next to you, you began rubbing against her, feeling her biceps as she wrapped her arms around you, kissing your neck. you did all of this while making eye contact with her.

“i.. i um… sorry guys.. can’t-can’t perform t’night.” she says, rushing offstage. this makes you smile, knowing you got under her skin. you continued to dance against the stranger to whatever shitty music the club put on between performers. then, it felt like the world went back into focus, your phone buzzing in your hand waking you up. “hey hold on, gotta take this.” you say, lightly pushing the girl off of you and pulling out your phone.

???: what the fuck is wrong with you

who is that???

answer me y/n i’m not fucking around

the unfamiliar messages creeped you out, so you simply blocked the number and went back to the girl, making small conversation. then, another one.

???: don’t block me

can we talk??

come to the bathrooms

rolling your eyes, you type a response.

you: idk who you are but leave me alone

it’s weird

are u stalking me??

another.

???: please

abiding by this stranger could put you in a life or death situation, but all of the adrenaline from seeing ellie and the alcohol made you lose your senses. “hey, i’ll be right back. gotta use the bathroom.” you tell the stranger, making your way through the crowds into the shitty club bathrooms. as you approach it, it seems oddly quiet for a club bathroom. you walk in, and instantly feel a hand grab your wrist, pulling you in and locking the door. “hey what the fu-“

then you see who it is.

confusion turns to shock, shock turns to anger.

“what the fuck ellie? you really think you can just ditch me for 2 fucking years and just be like ‘surprise! i’m back!’” you yell at her, pushing her away. “i’m not playing your fucking games, i feel dumb for even thinking we had something! had me waiting months for you to reply just for you to get with any groupie you come across?” she’s not saying anything, and it only makes your blood boil even more. “are you just gonna fucking sit there? i’m trying to have a good night! i caught fucking feelings for you, you made me feel like i was worth actually fucking loving, and you just threw it all away!” she just sits there, letting you yell. “fucking say something!” your voice becoming weaker, trying not to cry. looking into her eyes, you can tell she’s on something. they’re red and blown out, she reeks of alcohol and weed.

“you’re wearing the outfit.” she says flatly, looking at your outfit. you laugh, actually laugh at her. the fact you just spilt your heart out and all she can do it’s compliment your physical traits. “oh.. oh my god. you- you got problems ellie.” you say with a huff, pushing her away and heading for the door. “i’m leaving, and i’m gonna go back to a girl that maybe actually gives two fucks about me, unlike you.” reaching for the handle, you feel her grab your waist and pull you to her back. “please, don’t go.” you sigh against her, starting to tear up. “let-lemme go ellie..” you barely try to fight her grip. she doesn’t do anything, just breathes you in. “don’t… don’t go, please.” she says softy against your neck, her voice cracking. it feels like you’re melting.

turning around, you look directly at her. “i want an explanation.” you say, wiping tears from your eyes. “you told me you’d come back, you told me you missed me. where did that all go?” you look at her with doe, tear-filled eyes. she just wraps her hands around your face and admires you. “it.. didn’t go anywhere. jus’ a lot happened okay? i just need you to believe me.” your faces are mere inches away, and she’s staring at you with pleading eyes. “how can i believe you ellie? you’re not even sober.” she just wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in and hugging you.

then you start to hear crying- no, sobbing. she sobs into your shoulder, trying to speak but unable to get words out. she casts her spell on you once again, drawing you in and making you hug her back. “just… just tell me what happened okay?” she’s barely breathing, and you rub her back in an attempt to calm her down. “he- he died!! he fucking died!” she says between cries. “who? who died ellie?” you say softy into her ear. “joel! he- he took care of me i- i- was so mean to him!” she cries against you. “hey, hey it’s okay ellie, just breathe.” after a few minutes of her crying, she starts to breathe slower, eventually pulling back and wiping your face. “can.. can we go somewhere else please?”

it was like déjà vu, being back on ellie’s bike. you had her other helmet at your apartment, so she gave you hers instead. you were honestly scared, she looked intoxicated, but she assured you she was fine to drive. speeding through the streets of new york, you arrive at ellie’s penthouse, of course. the walk into the building in the ride up the elevator is quiet, the only noise coming from ellie sniffling.

unlocking the door on the top floor, she lets you in. the place was trash. liquor bottles, pill bottles, baggies with unknown substances, different girls clothes. you were a little disgusted, but ellie ushered you to her room, which was much cleaner in contrast. you hesitate to sit down, thinking about how many girls fucked her on that bed. “no girls have been in my bed, promise.” you hear her voice say, sitting down.

the two of you just sit there, waiting for the other to speak. she finally gets the nerves to, and starts off. “i just wanna say i’m sorry, y/n. you didn’t deserve any of this.” she looks over at you with hooded eyes and continues. “when he… died, i didn’t know what to do- it was when i was in london.” that was around the time she stopped texting. “i just.. turned to a lot of stuff for comfort. i didn’t know what to do- i know it’s not an excuse..” she stares at you, waiting for a response. “thought about you every fucking day. honestly.” your heart starts to melt. “i don’t expect you to forgive me, but let me make it up to you okay?” you nod silently. this doesn’t feel real. “please say something..” she begs. your eyes meet hers and you just word dump everything that’s been clouding your mind for the past two years.

“look, ellie, i understand where you’re coming from. i just.. i need you to know how much it hurt me, seeing you get with all those other girls, it made me feel ugly. inside and out.” her gaze softens and she unexpectedly pulls you in for a hug. “fuck. i’m so fucking sorry, y/n. you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever fucking seen.” she says, her head buried into your shoulder. “everytime i was with any of those girls, i thought about you. anytime i was anywhere doing anything, i thought about you.” her words contrast her actions, but her soft words and tears make you start to believe her.

you hug her back, the two of you laying down in her bed. it all feels so wrong, but so right, she was like an addiction; she was horrible for you but you just kept going back. she softly rubbed your hair, causing your eyes to feel heavier and heavier until you fall asleep in her arms.

fuck.

you wake up, and the first thing you see is ellie. she’s awake already. she smiles at you, a genuine smile. you on the other hand, look horrified. “goodmorning.” she says, pushing your hair out of your face. “how’d you sleep?” you’re lost for words at this point. you start to remember why you don’t drink anymore. “i.. um.. i gotta use the bathroom.” you mutter before getting up, grabbing your phone from her bedside table, and locking yourself in the bathroom. you open your phone.

lili🦄: wya?

you slipped off again

where’d u go?

hello?

dude don’t do this again

ur freaking me out.

is that u that i just saw leave?

i’m following u

who is that?

where are you going??

dude answer hello??

you reply with a spew of apologies, telling her you’re safe and you’ll be home soon. “y/n?” you hear ellie shout from another room. “i made breakfast!” what the fuck? it was like she was a different person, like nothing that happened in the past actually happened and the two of you were a happy couple. you unlock the bathroom door, creeping into the living room. your jaw dropped, it was spotless.

“wow! you uh.. really cleaned up the space?” she smiles at you, plating what looks like eggs, bacon, and toast. “couldn’t sleep. i know you usually wake up early so i slipped out of bed last night and made it back before you woke up.” she waves you over to the table. “come, eat.” you tiptoe to the table, still in your clothes from the club the night prior. sitting down, ellie sets your plate down, along with some water before sitting herself down across from her. it’s quiet, uncomfortable. she decides to break the silence before you start eating. “i’m done with the pills, y/n.” she says bluntly. it kind of takes you by surprise, not the fact that she’s doing it, but the fact she announced it so bluntly. “gonna better myself. better myself for you, us.” she says. her words almost feel like knives to your heart, why was she changing all of this now? “i know it’s late, but i want to be better.” you put a piece of bacon in your mouth, swallowing before speaking. “i’m glad, ellie.” you say softly. the meal remains quiet, but its shifts from an uncomfortable to a comfortable silence.

“hey, i have to go home, can you text me please? for real this time.” you say half heartedly. she puts your dishes away in the sink, nodding. “i’ll take you home, don’t want you in those ubers, they’re not safe.”

the next few months consisted of you texting ellie, again. but this time, she came back very often. as soon as a show ended, she’d be on the next flight to new york to see you.

ellie🧸: boarding the plane rn

can’t wait to see u :)

both of your schedules were tight, but you still worked in time to see each other. ellie often cancelled entire shows just to see you, losing all that money. but she didn’t care, she just wanted you to be happy.

you: i miss youuuu

when r u coming back?

ellie🧸:

rn tbh

it felt like a dream once again, but this time, you had a feeling she wasn’t gonna let go. you hoped she wouldn’t. the two of you hung out constantly, going to her shows and being in the first row, her singing directly to you. going on walks at times square, ellie wearing a mask to hide her face of course. and sleepovers at each others apartments. liliana kept telling you to be careful, to not get hurt again.

not only were you guys talking again, but she was making it very apparent to her fans. saying things like “this one’s for my girl, she’s watching at home. see you soon, sweetheart” before playing love songs. even though you guys weren’t official- you haven’t even kissed since your last one almost 3 years ago- she sure acted like it. she was almost always sober, only ever smoking weed or having small amounts of alcohol before performing to lighten her nerves: never with you.

you were going over your neuro notes in your room, when ellie calls you, and you pick up.

you: “hey! what’s up?”

ellie: “i just got off the plane, gonna pick you up in 30 kay? wear something nice pretty girl, we’re going out.”

you: “what? where?”

ellie: “just be ready, kay? mwah i gotta go!”

the call ends and you laugh at how dumb ellie was, making kissing sounds. you quickly get up to find something to wear and throw on some makeup. you didn’t know how fancy you had to be, so you stuck with a tight black dress, black heels, and the necklace made out of pure gold ellie bought for you a couple weeks ago.

ellie🧸: come outside

her text makes your heart skip a beat, and you go out to see ellie standing next to a car. from your knowledge, she didn’t own any cars; just bikes. she was wearing a fucking suit: white button up that she of course didn’t button up all the way, black pants and jacket, and her dumb converse that completely contrasted the outfit. she smiled when she saw you. “ellie? what’s this?” you laugh, going up to hug her and smell her cologne. “y’like it? had it delivered earlier today before i got home for tonight!” she says with a coy smile. you let out a breathy laugh at the fact she can just buy such an expensive car for no good reason.

“it’s gorgeous, ellie.” you smile at her and she pushes herself off the car, turning around to open the passenger side. crawling in, you admire the inside. it was all black, with silver accents and a large carplay module. the passenger side had some photos of the two of you, and your name was engraved into the dashboard. it looked engraved by the fucking manufacturers.

she shuts your door, walking to the drivers seat, plopping inside. “whatcha think? paid a pretty penny for them to customize that.” she looks at you nervously, hoping you’ll like it. “oh ellie, you didn’t have to do this! you’re so sweet.” she smiles. “i’m glad you like it, babe.” she presses the button to turn the car on, and it unleashes a loud roar. as if she couldn’t get any hotter, the car was a manual, and she knew very well how to use one. the two of you leave the parking lot of your apartment complex, speeding through the buildings. you can help but stare at her, as you never got to see her face when she was on her motorcycle. she was focused; shifting gears strategically without stalling. you just stare at her face, her slightly unbuttoned shirt, her hands: your face becomes warm. “something wrong?” her voice snaps you out of it, noticing you’re staring.

“oh um- i’m fine! sorry..” you laugh quietly. “it’s okay to stare y’know? i stare at you all the time.” she says simply. god, she says everything with no fear. “where are we going?” you ask, curiously. “uhh i think it’s called masa’s sushi bar? heard it was really nice.” your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “WHAT??” you ask her, dumbfounded. “ellie that’s like $600 a person!! i can’t afford that right now i-“ “i got it, don’t worry ‘bout it kay?” she interrupts you. “ellie i don’t need to be taken out to nice places- id love to just sit in one of our apartments and watch cartoons.” you start feeling bad.

“you deserve it, let me take you out okay?” you put your head down, feeling terribly guilty. “hey, don’t feel bad okay? this is what i want to spend my money on.”

the two of you arrive at the restaurant, and before you can open your door, ellie screams “WAIT!” before jumping out her side and running to your door, opening it for you with a smile, reaching her hand out. you can’t help but laugh. “you’re such a nerd, ellie!”

the dinner consisted of the two of you laughing at each other, almost getting kicked out a few times for your loud behavior. “ellie! be quiet! that guy has come over a million times to tell you to be quiet!” you say in a loud whisper. when the check comes, you see the total and feel like vomiting. “$2,457?? ellie you’re crazy! i feel so bad let me give you someth-“ you try to pull your empty wallet out but she stops you, “i got it, don’t worry okay?” she tips the workers a large amount and gets up to grab your purse, and walk you out. walking to the car, she opens your door, handing you your purse before getting in herself.

“i have one more surprise, we’re going back to mine tonight.” she says while starting the car. “another? seriously ellie i dont want you spendi-“ “nuh uh, don’t wanna hear it. you deserve this okay?”

the ride home was fast, and filled with tension. you were nervous for what else ellie had in store for you. arriving at her penthouse, she lets you out and leads you to the elevator. you’re shifting nervously on your feet, and she notices. “what’s wrong?” she asks you, stepping a little closer. “i’m nervoussss! what is the surprise?” “gotta wait, sweetheart.”

arriving at her door, she opens it and holy shit. it was covered in flowers, slow music playing in the background. you followed the trail of flowers to the dining room table: the place the two of you spent countless meals together just basking in eachother presence. on the table, was a small white box. you lift it up, having no clue what could be inside. “open it, princess.” she says with a goofy, excited smile. you open the box, and oh my god. it was a gorgeous golden necklace, with an “E” attached to the chain. it wasn’t obnoxious, it was beautiful.

“ellie! what is this?! it’s so pretty!” you smile at her, hugging her. “do- do you like it?” “like it?? ellie i love it!!” you say into her shoulder. the two of you hug for a moment before she pulls you back, pulling a necklace out with your initial on it from under her shirt. everything feels electric, fuzzy, and warm. “let me help you put it on.” she says, gently grabbing the necklace out of the box. you turn around, lifting your hair, allowing her to clip the necklace around your neck. you turn around to look at her, and she adjusts it so it sits centered on your neck.

“you’re so pretty.” she just stares at you for a moment, admiring your features. she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them again before asking,

“can i be your girl?”

it felt like you were floating. her cologne was filling your nose, her eyes searching for an answer in yours.

“i know it’s a lot to ask- i just- i really like you y/n and-“

she’s cut off by you pressing your lips against hers, wrapping your hands in her hair. her eyes stayed open for a moment before the closed, kissing you deeper. she wrapped her arms around your waist, wanting to feel you closer. the two of you stayed there for a moment before you pulled away with tears brimming your eyes.

“yes, yes i’ll be your girl ellie!” you say, laughing deeply and throwing your head back as she places playful kisses along your jaw. “fuck yes, yes!!” she says, laughing with you. the two of you just stand in the dining room for a bit, gently kissing one another before you pull back, leading her to the bedroom.

you grab the collar of her shirt, pulling her ontop of you, kissing her deeply. the two of you spend about 15 minutes just enamored with one another’s mouth, when she notices you squirming, pulling back. “what’s wrong baby?” she asks, innocently. “s’hot ellie..” you say, mascara running and your cherry lipstick smudged. she smiles, dipping down to suck on your neck, leaving dark marks, running her tongue over them to soothe the pain. her lips travel down, meeting the top of your dress. “can i take this off for you?” you nod immediately. “gotta tell me with your words, princess.” you whimper at her request, obliging. “yes.. yes you can take it off els.”

“good girl.” she gently removes your dress, followed with your bra and underwear, leaving you naked under her. “so pretty, my gorgeous girl.” she coos. she begins kissing down your collarbone, and to your chest. she looks up at you as she practically makes out with your boobs, giving equal attention to both of them. she lifts her head, looking at you with lust filled eyes as she steps off the bed to undress, completely naked. you’re practically drooling, looking at her toned abs, perky tits, and the freckles that litter her body. she goes back up to kiss you, before asking, “are you still sure? “fuck- yes fuck els- just… please”

“okay, baby.”

the speaker in the living room begins playing Let the Light in by Lana Del Rey. she lifts your leg, allowing it to limply lay over her shoulder as she slowly lowers her cunt over yours. the sudden contact causes both of you to let out a breathy moan before she begins grinding against you. “so pretty, my pretty baby..” you can barely respond, the feeling of her cunt directly on yours making you dizzy. it feels so intimate, but so right.

“never.. never leaving your side again you understand?” she says between grunts. “you and me- fuck- forever baby.” she’s grabbing at you: your tits, your hips, kissing your face. the air in your lungs feels like it’s being sucked out. “els… please i- more..” you beg. her pace speeds up, her eyes locked on yours. “gonna… gonna take care of my girl ‘kay?” you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “els… m’gonna cum!!” you moan, grabbing at her arms. “me too- fuck- cum with me baby cmon give it to me.”

and that’s all it takes.

your orgasm rips through you, making your vision blur as hers follows right after, riding both of yours out. the room is filled with moans, squelching, and grunts as you both come down from your high. she collapses beside you, kissing you softly and cuddling you. she pulls away for a minute to just admire you. “y/n i.. i love you.” she says, smiling nervously. you can’t help but giggle as you pull her in closer, saying,

“i love you ellie williams.”

1 year later

you were getting ready for ellie’s private concert, wearing the same outfit you wore when she asked to be yours. it was your anniversary, and she was gonna take you out to a nice dinner followed by a surprise after the show was over. “baby? you ready?” you hear your girlfriend say, walking over to her to show her your outfit. “oh my goddd” she gawks over you. “look at my princess.” she says, grabbing your ass as she pulls you in for a messy kiss.

you two were late for her concert.

your heart was so full watching your girlfriend perform onstage. you were right up front, catching each others eye constantly. the sound of squealing girls around you threatened to drown out ellie’s singing. you look around, growing insecure at all the girls throwing themselves at ellie. she was smiling, enjoying the crowd and attention. girls were flashing her, holding up provocative signs. normally it didn’t get to you, but tonight it did.

finishing the concert, ellie’s bodyguards escort you to join her backstage. ellie notices your mood, and asks what’s wrong. “nothing ellie, jus wanna go home.” you reply blankly. “okay.. okay let’s go home yeah?”

arriving at her house, you walk to her bedroom, plopping yourself on her bed. she follows close behind after setting down her bag. “what’s on your mind, you seem sad?” she asks innocently. “the fact all those girls throw themselves at you! i mean, i don’t usually get so insecure, i know you love me jus…” you choke on your tears. “they’re so pretty, els. scared you’re gonna leave me for one of them y’know? i know im not the prettiest, i don’t have the best body-“ ellie cuts you off, jointing you on her bed. “hey, hey. don’t say that okay? you know i only have eyes for you.” she says softly, kissing your forehead. “you’re the most beautiful girl in this world, love. your body is beautiful.” she kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

it was like all your insecurities flew out the window. the two of you were laying on her bed, kissing each other softly. “m’sorry i ruined your surprise.” you say sadly. “hey, you didn’t ruin anything okay?” she reassures you. “what was the surprise?” her face turns a light shade of pink, stuttering. “we don’t have to- it’s was just if-“ you become more interested in what it was. “cmonnnnn just tell meee!” you say, the curiosity killing you. “are you sure? it’s not- if you’re not in the mood-“ “tell me ellie!” she sighs, grabbing your hand gently and placing it over her crotch. your eyes widen and you instantly feel wetness pool to your cunt.

she bought a strap on.

“we don’t have to, sweet thing. we can ju-“ her sentence is interrupted by you kissing her deeply, spit mixing with one another’s. she sat up so you could sit in her lap, her palming the fat of your ass. the two of you already removed all of your clothing besides underwear, the skin to skin contact making you dizzy. the make out session turned sloppier as minutes went by, and you became needier: grinding against her thigh. she noticed, and inquired you about it. “what’s wrong baby? needy for me?” you nod, almost forgetting ellie always wants you to use your words. “want.. want your cock, ellie.” you say, whimpering in her mouth.

“lay on your back, lemme do all the work.”

she helps you pull your underwear down your legs, followed by her boxers just after: causing the strap on to bounce out and fuck was it big. probably 7 inches, extremely thick and a dark shade of purple. you practically drool at the sight of your naked girlfriend in front of you, all strapped up. “gotta make sure you’re ready first, okay baby?” she tells you, gently pushing her fingers into your wet hole. “your so fuckn’ wet, baby. i do this?” you nod aggressively, making her add a second finger. “cmon, mama, gotta tell me with your words, how else will i know?” you loved when she was demanding, it usually only happened when she becomes really possessive.

“yes ellie- fuck! yes it you that made- made me this wet!” you say between moans. after a few minutes, she pulls her fingers out. “suck.” she demands. you oblige, taking her long digits in your mouth and sucking every last drop off. “y’ready? i’m gonna go slow okay?” she says whilst gently pushing the tip in. she goes slow, waiting for you to ask for more before she goes deeper. once she’s all the way in, she’s drooling at the sight of you swallowing the silicone. “can feel you squeezing my cock, baby. fuckkk look at her.” she presses your thighs to your stomach, ensuring she can get as deep as possible. then, it’s like the world is on fire.

she starts pounding into you animalisticlly, watching the ring of white forming at the base of her fake cock. she leans down to suck on your tits, sloppily making out with them as you scratch her back up with your long nails. this time, it isn’t slow or gentle. it’s hot and fast. needy. most of the time, she coos you through your orgasm, going slow and gentle. times like this, however, it’s like she has her mind set on one thing: making you finish. her words become more vulgar.

“fuckkkk look at that pretty pussy baby, she’s just taking all of me huh?”

“all. fucking. mine.” between thrusts.

“can see it poking through your stomach, sweetheart.”

“gonna fill you up, mama. carry my kids?”

the last line makes you moan loudly, as you didn’t know it was something you liked. she smiles, continuing her pace, out of breath. “yeah baby? you like that? want me to fill you to the fuuuuckin brim? dirty girl.” she makes out with you sloppily, drool dripping down your faces. “ellie.. ellie fuck i’m gonna cum!!”

little did you know: she was too.

the base of the strap had been rubbing perfectly against her clit, her pace speeding to make the two of you finish.

“fucking cum all over me- fuck- cream my fucking cock baby. fuckkk”

the two of you scream out, as your orgasms rip through at the same time. all you can hear is ellie saying “iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!!” as you come undone, her fucking you through every last bit of your orgasm. she collapses next to you, pulling out. you whimper at the feeling of emptiness. “i love you so much.” she says, wrapping her hand around your waist basking in the skin to skin contact. “i love you, els.” she kisses you softly, rubbing your plump hips.

“i love you most sweetheart, happy anniversary.”

[greazyfloz]

29 “      , Why are you here?” ** with Mark plssss

Angst: 29.  “_____, Why are you here?” w/ Mark Estapa

What Was Said

Mark and I broke up a week ago. I still can’t even remember what we were even fighting about in the first place but he ended up saying very hurtful things. Although we were in his room, he sure yelled them loud enough for his whole house to hear. I left the house crying, trying to get out of there as fast as possible. Before slamming the door, I hear one of the boys say “Y/n, wait!” but I left. The rest of the week they would text me periodically to see how I was doing or if I needed anything, but I would keep my answers to a minimum as I remind myself they aren’t “my” friends anymore, they are his. 

All week I kept replaying the hurtful things he said in my head: “My life was better without you in it”, “For once, leave me alone”, “Go ahead, leave. Once a fucking bitch always a bitch”. The worst part of all of this, I still love him. 

Tonight, I am laying on the recliner in my house as my roommates are at the Library. They were polite enough to awkwardly ask before leaving but I did not want to leave my comfy spot. I sat home and turned my phone off watching sad movies by myself until my roommates burst through the door.

“You are still laying in the same spot as where we left you” Cami says

“What are you watching now?” Kylie says looking at the screen, “The Vow? Seriously, another sad one?”

I roll my eyes at the and turn back to the tv as Cami picks up the remote and turns it off.

“Hey!” I say sitting up

“We are going out. You can’t lay here like this anymore” Cami says

“When is the last time you showered?” Kylie asks

“This morning thanks! I have been taking care of myself, you know?” I snap back

“Only getting up to use the washroom or apparently showering is taking care of yourself?” Kylie says and I glare at her.

“Look, you need to get out. We are going to a party. Maybe you’ll meet someone new” Cami says and Kylie hits her arm

“No, maybe you should look hot and get a bunch of attention and forget about that douchebag” Kylie adds

“If Mark is there, I’m not” I say reaching for the remote but Kylie grabs it

“He won’t be, we are going to some Junior chicks party” Kylie says before grabbing my arm and pulling me up, “Now come on”

“I’m going to bed” I say walking to my room and locking the door behind me.

A few hours go by and I am woken up at 1130pm to a couple knocking on my front door. I peek out my window to see Mark standing there. I freak out for a second before sitting back on my bed. I’m not answering. I’ll let him freeze out there. I sit there until I can hear him yell

“Open the door” I can hear him yell, “I know you are home, you have shitty roommates. They sold you out” he continued.

I hopped off my bed and headed to the door before my neighbors called the cops about the noise. I open the door and Mark gives me a smile but his eyes are half shut before making his way inside. He takes a seat on my couch and pats the cushion beside him. I stand in front of him across the room and cross my arms, looking at him. 

“Okay th-” he starts but I don’t let him finish

“Mark, why are you here?” I say with no expression on my face

“I missed you” he says slurring his words

“Are you drunk?” I say baffled, “Get out of my house”

“Why?” he says defensively standing up

“Mark, Why are you here?” I say raising my voice

“I’m trying to talk to my girlfriend because she blocked my fucking number” he says a lot more clearly

“Ex-girlfriend”

“We didn’t break up. You just left”

“Fine Mark! We are done, happy?”

“No”

“Whatever Mark” I say before walking to my room locking myself in and grabbing my phone to text Ethan:

Y/n: Hey, Actually I do need your help with something

Y/n: Mark is here and won’t leave

Eddy 🐴: Duker and I are on our way!

I put my phone back down and hear Mark on the other side of my door. He knocks on my door and I ignore. He continues to knock trying to say whatever he thinks I want to hear to make me open the door. I start to cry holding my pillow to my chest as I can hear him start to cry based on the stutters in his voice and the sniffling. 

When Ethan finally comes, he makes his way inside. I can hear him trying to talk to Mark into getting into his car:

“Please get her to open the door” I hear Mark plead to Ethan

“Fuck bud, how much have you had to drink?” Ethan says, “You can’t talk to her right now” he continues

“Come on man, let’s just go home” I hear Dylan followed by shuffling until the front door shut and it was quiet.

Part 2???

[countrymusiclover]

46 - Big Milestone and Mysterious Woman

Part 47

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

"Hey J, it's me again. Look, I know why you are dodging my calls. And I just wish that you would give me a chance to explain myself. If you'll hear me out, call me back bye." I recorded the tenth message to my twin brother while sitting inside the bar with Cami.

She picked up one of the empty shot glasses I had and sliding me another since I had given her a hundred dollar bill Nik had given me. "I guess he's still ignoring your calls huh?"

"Yep. Hey sorry for bringing up a sore subject but did you and your twin ever fight so hard you avoided the others calls?" I asked the blonde bartender knowing that she had told us that she had a twin brother too. He was apparently responsible by some vampire or something to kill everyone in his church group and then including himself afterwards.

She sat down on her cleaning rag resting her elbows on the counter when she spoke to me. "I mean we had fights like every sibling does. Although I will say we never had any huge fights where we didn't talk to each other."

"Oh." I dropped my gaze to the drink in my hands.

She placed her hand over mine, making me look into her eyes. "I believe that people are capable of changing who they are. Everyone has another side to them. So if he is angry with you now give him time and he might come around.”

“I suppose so.” Slumping my shoulders I took a long dink from my glass that I was holding in my left hand.

Cami tilts her head catching sight of my link ring but there was another one on my ring finger. “Hold on, were you just going to leave out the fact that you’re engaged.”

“Oh yeah sorry. It’s just been a busy couple of days. Considering Nik and I have had to watch over three different babies running around the compound. And did I mention that two of them are siphon witches like me so they are even more of a handful then a normal witch.” Flipping my hair out of my eyes I sat down my glass throwing my hands up in the air shaking my head.

She gasped, throwing her hands up in the air cheering with a smile reminding me slightly of Caroline. “Awe I can’t believe he proposed to you. I mean granted you two aren’t exactly following the traditional get married and then have kids thing. But still that’s great.”

“Yep he sure did. With my grandma’s ring that she gave to my father and so he passed it down to me and Jacob. If the Merge didn’t happen when it did I figured it would whoever got engaged first.” I smiled, shaking my head twirling the ring of my hand before my phone rang, pulling it out I pressed it to my ear. “Hey Nikky, what’s up?”

“Raelyn, you need to come back to the compound. I think one of the girls is trying to walk.” He responded quickly when I jumped from the barstool.

Cami asked in curiosity. “What is happening?”

“I’ll text you later, Cami. I’ve gotta go.” Slamming down the money to her I vamped back home. Striding up the stairs he was in one of the living rooms with the three girls around him.

Missy was crawling around on the carpet. Alina was laying in her fathers lap with him bouncing her lightly in his arms. Finally my eyes focused on our oldest Hope. She had her hands out on the floor and her knees on the floor where I bent down taking her hands in mine helping her stand. “Here you go, babygirl. Hold onto mommy.”

“I am surprised she is trying to walk before saying her first words.” He replied seeing Missy rolling around on her back and making grabby hands at him. He held Alina on one leg and held her on his other where she made a giggle noise at him.

Hope stumbled into my chest when she took a try to stand on her own. Gently holding onto her hands I helped her balance. “Our family isn’t actually good at following the normal way now are we, mr. Hybrid.” Little Hope let go of my hands and stepped forward with wobbly legs falling a couple of times before she got the hang of it.

“There’s my littlest wolf.” Klaus smiled deeply at me watching her walk before she clapped her hands together filling the room with laughter. The pillows on the couch blew up and the feathers flew up into the air falling slowly downward to us.

Missy and Alina joined in clapping their hands together in joy. Nik got to his feet sitting our other two daughters down standing beside me when I rose to my feet. “I can’t believe she’s walking. And I think that means she isn’t a siphon. She clearly inherited actual magic of her own like Jo….ahhh!”

“Rae…woah Woah.” Nik grabbed onto my body as it went limp in his arms suddenly. Grasping his forearm with my nails I began to get light headed for some unknown reason where my eyes fell closed and I blacked out.

Shooting awake I began looking around seeing that I was back in the church of New Orleans but I saw an entire army of people standing in front of me. Someone entered the room and I covered my mouth with my hands recognizing my daughter Hope but she was older. “Hope, oh my gosh. How am I seeing you like this?”

“Because I can’t sense her magic and how strong she will be when she’s older.” Whipping my head to the side I glared at the woman who I knew as Dahlia.

Getting in her face I turned away from my daughter. “Get out of my head, Dahlia!”

“You see I can’t do that until I show you what you need to see.” She glanced back over to Hope seeing her raise her hands toward the crowd. Her eerie turned a light blue with her hands. “You need to watch the power that will take control over your daughter. One that only goes to a first born Mikaelson witch.”

Shifting my gaze to my daughter I felt some tears when she screamed and every single person before her dropped dead. I knew what having uncontrollable magic was like. “No! I won’t let her fall off the wagon. I can teach her. I - I learned to control mine.”

“You will be forced to watch her hurt everyone even when she doesn’t mean to. And be unable to teach her like I will. Best for you to give her up without a fight.” Dahlia whispers in my ear snapping my neck as I shutter a breath eyeing the dead bodies.

“No Dahlia!” I screamed out causing the windows in the room to crack but not completely shatter. Covering my ears with my hands I bent my head down trying to calm down before it got worse.

Nik gently took a hold of my shoulder making me loose at him. “Rae, what happened? You were fine and you fell into my arms.”

“I don’t know. I just saw this woman named Dahlia.” I paused laying my head into his chest when he tugged me into his embrace. “I saw Hope too but she looked like a teenager. She had a lot of unchecked power..and killed everyone.”

He buries his face into my blonde hair running his hands down my back hearing the panic in my tone. “Sssh sweetheart. We won’t let that happen. Whoever she was, she can only be called an illusion.” He broke the hug hearing his phone go off. “What is it , Eliah?”

“You and Raelyn need to come to me. There’s someone you need to meet.” He hung up the phone without another word.

Pulling away from Nik our eyes trained on our three baby girls. “I'll ask Cami to watch them until we get back.”

The two of us found him standing in the witch courtyards with a woman who had light blonde hair and when her eyes locked onto mine she almost had the same colored eyes as Mikael. “Elijah, who is this woman?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest glaring at her.

She extended her hand. “I’m Freya.”

“Raelyn…” I reluctantly shook her hand in mine, gasping through some pain when I could feel intense magic running through her body.

Klaus asked her tugging me away from her seeing that she hurt me, staring down at the body Finn had taken over. “What did you do to him?”

Freya holds up her pendant around her neck. “Finn is now safe from harm, and his hatred of you can no longer do damage to our cause.”

Elijah was suspicious. “Our cause?”

Freya explained. “Yes. Ours. And now, if you two can stop arguing long enough, perhaps you'll allow your older sister to offer you a deal.”

Elijah made a face at her. “What could you possibly offer us besides fairy tales and lies?”

Freya rolled her eyes at the three of us. “Whatever you may think of me, brother, know this... When I speak to you, it is the truth.”

Elijah stepped towards her sternly. “And was it not also you who led Finn on his vile mission to take Hope's life?”

“The threat to hope came from Finn, not me.” She looks down at the ground, clearly upset by the thought. “The brother I knew would never have stooped to threaten a child. Our mother destroyed him like she did me, .. you, everything she touched.”

Nik was appalled when she grabbed one of my hands and his including Elijah's, making me gasp showing us all a memory of a younger Esther and the woman I knew as Dahlia. “Do not speak as though we are familiars. We know nothing of you.”

Esther threatened the woman. “When Mikael returns from his journey, I swear…”

Dahlia cut her off. “You will tell him Freya grew ill and died!”

Esther begged in tears. “No, Dahlia!”

Dahlia didn’t seem to care what she wanted. “You were forced to burn her body to stop the spread of plague.”

“Sister, please, I cannot give up my child!” Esther croaked her voice crying.

Dahlia stepped closer to her in a threatening manner. “You've already offered me more than just this one child! Our bargain was for this first-born, and every first-born of each generation that is to come, for as long as your line shall last.”

Esther changer her facial expression being furious. “If you do this, if you take my daughter, I swear to you, I will return to the black arts. I will grow in power as a witch, and I will MAKE YOU PAY!”

Dahlia wasn’t afraid when she yanked the young girl that must have been Freya closer to her. “Your power is nothing against mine! Foolish girl. You knew the bargain you made! And, should you defy me, then I will take all your children.”

“No, Dahlia!” Dahlia angrily picks up Freya and rushes away from them. Freya becomes frightened with Esther crying. “No!”

Freya screamed for her. “Mommyyyyyy!”

Esther began crying even more. “Dahlia! Freya, please!”

Freya ends the vision. “Do you think me a liar?”

“That proves nothing but your ability to conjure illusions.” Nik replied with a growl.

Freya shifted her gaze between him and I where I grasped his forearm realizing that she is the reason I was seeing terrible visions of her. “Before you dismiss me, you should know this: if I've woken from my slumber, Dahlia has as well. Once she's sensed your child's magic, she will come for her, and she has the power to kill anyone who stands in her way unless we kill her first.”

Klaus clicked his tongue grew annoyed not believing what she was saying. “That's quite convenient, isn't it? You show up in the nick of time to help us kill the woman with whom you've spent a thousand years!”

Freya becomes frustrated and angry. “You have no idea what it took to escape her or what I lost in the trying. Her punishment will be profound.”

Elijah asked sympathetically. “And you know how to stop her?”

She turned to face him with a smile. “Given the proper materials, yes. I've sent Father to procure them.”

“I’m sorry you did what exactly!” I raised my tone towards the mysterious witch. “You put the life of an innocent into the hands of someone who has been trying to kill his own children for over a thousand years!”

“You put the life of my child in the hands of Mikael?” He angrily storms off, but when Elijah calls his name, he stops walking.

Elijah steps towards him watching Freya standing beside him. “Niklaus. This woman has knowledge of the threat we now face and is willing to share that information.”

“Well, you'll excuse me, Elijah, if I'm not inclined to trust the mysterious sister we only just met, but by all means, if you wish to entertain this idiocy, have at it.” Nik raised a hand at her shouting at how stupid it sounded vamping off.

Raising my hand up I bared my teeth down sending pain to Freya’s head showing her my fangs at the same time. “The next time you decide to put my daughters fate in the hands of an original vampire hunter, remember this. Cause next time I won’t go easy on you, Freya!” I vamped away hearing their conversation briefly.

“Ow…I see that Raelyn has extraordinary powers in her veins and the blood of a vampire.” Freya gasped slowly, getting better.

Elijah offered his hand helping her stand. “Yes she does. But when she doesn’t have a temper she can be quite the kind girl. Forgive her on my behalf.” Freya nodded leaving the original vampire alone.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[theodoravery]

cami | she/her | 21 | argentina

hello! this is a sideblog for all things interactive fiction--choice of games, hosted games, visual novels, romance club, playchoices, love island the game, couple up! & too hot to handle

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when twilight strikes / blane rekner & arion devereux

the exile / vethna mevnrael & sabir du vaelas

shepherds of haven / trouble alder & red antiqua

the wayhaven chronicles / farah hauville & nate sewell

a tale of crowns / rêzan

♡ playchoices (books) ♡

hero / perfect match / the heist: monaco / platinum / mother of the year / the nanny affair / a courtesan of rome / wishful thinking / crimes of passion

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maxwell beaumont / quinn kelly / maria flores / jax matsuo / hayden young / andy kang / sonia alves / annelyse adair / ajay bhandari / kenji katsaros / rafael aveiro / prince hamid

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theodora / arcanum / w: time catcher / the one / chasing you 2 / shadows of saintfour / vying for versailles

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maria theresa / vesper / saraswati / walter / bert / tata / friedrich / charlotte / sam / daisy / livius / jack / marcel / heather

♡ love island the game ♡

jake (1) / bobby & marisol (s2) / camilo (s3) / angie (s4) / lulu & gabi (s5) / chloe (s6) / rafael (s7) / jin & claudia (s8) / natasha (s9)

♡ couple up! ♡

colin (s1) / stanley (s2) / laksh (s3)

♡ too hot to handle ♡

henri (s1) / antoine (s2) / poppy (s3)

[lacy-oh-lacy]

Ghostface Fetish ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Scream Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: You have an unusual fantasy but luckily your girlfriend is the perfect person to indulge you. i.e Amber fucks you in a Ghostface costume.

CW: CNC, rough sex, under-negotiated kink, Dom!Amber, roleplay, degradation, fake knife, oral on strap-on, strap-on called a "dick", graphic language, you and Amber being freaks

You stepped into your bedroom and shivered. Fresh from the shower, the dampness clinging to your skin turned icy at the sharp drop in temperature inside.

What the…? 

Your question answered itself once you spotted the open window letting the frigid night’s air in.

You groaned. You could’ve sworn you closed that.

Your cami and sleep shorts left your skin exposed to the chill that had crept in. Knowing your girlfriend was coming over soon you wore as little as possible and now were apparently being punished for it.

You shut the window -for sure this time- and grabbed your phone to text said girlfriend but stilled. She had beaten you to it.

‘On my way <3’

Weird… That was sent almost an hour ago and you didn’t live that far away. You pushed away grim thoughts of Amber’s car skidding off the road, it was more likely she took a detour to get gas or something.

Actually, it was most likely she just thought better of coming. 

You were shocked she’d even agreed to it in the first place. ‘Too good to be true’ was your initial thought. 

See, everything had been going great with Amber, but ever since that stupid confession that one too many beers had coaxed out of you you’d felt a distance between you and her. Like she was trying to make some kind of decision you weren’t privy to.

Probably trying to decide if she really wanted to date a freak that kind-of, sort-of, had the hots for Ghostface.

A pebble of worry in your stomach suddenly turned into a boulder when a rustling sound came from your closet.

…That sure as hell wasn’t the wind.

Nailed to the spot by fear, you stared wide-eyed at the door. Your rationale fleeing before you could think to.

Everything was perfectly still and silent for just long for you to wonder if you imagined it, and then the door burst open.

You screamed -even before you recognised the figure coming at you as Ghostface.

They were too quick. You couldn’t even guess how you could escape before they had pinned you to your wall, knife raised above you.

It was over. You were about to become the next Casey Becker. How was that for karma?

Instead of the knife, what pierced you was the sound of a familiar girlish giggle and your brain sparked back to life.

“Amber!?”

She yanked her mask off and suddenly you were staring at your girlfriends grinning face. “Finally! I thought you’d never come in here.”

You were frozen, mouth as agape as the one on her mask before anger overpowered you.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Her smile didn’t falter at your outburst. “What’s a matter? I thought you were into this.” Her teasing tone was low, dripping with allure, the way it did when she came onto you.

“This is a really sick joke.”

Her usually sweet smile was twisted by the sadistic gleam in her eyes. “Oh, but baby I’m not joking.”

The knife you now realised was plastic trailed along your chest, circling the hard peak of your nipple before you knocked her hand away.

“Amber, I’m serious-”

“So am I.”

She blocked your attempt to get past her, pressing you to the wall. Her hips met yours and you finally noticed it. The bulge of her strap-on under the cloak. 

Oh… she really was serious.

Your heart skipped a beat. Your eyes jolted to her darkened ones. “Woah, hold on… are you saying you want to…?”

“Fuck you like a serial killer? Uh huh.”

That sentence nearly knocked you over.

“W-why?” 

“This is a fantasy of yours right?”

“Yeah, I guess… but- I thought it totally freaked you out.”

Her gaze softened. Affection overriding lust for just a moment. “You could never freak me out. I was just surprised...” Her smile grew so delighted she almost looked crazed. “really surprised.”

Then she began to grind softly against you as she continued. “So, what do you say? Be my helpless victim tonight?”

You told yourself to say no. That you knew the fantasy was wrong and you didn’t even mean to tell her let alone ever act it out. But fuck, you really wanted to say yes. So you nodded, timid but sure.

 “…As long as I make it to the sequel.”

You saw just a flash of her wide, victorious smirk before she was pulling you into a deep kiss. The force of her lips could bruise you but you couldn’t care less, happy to submit to her. When she pulled away she went straight for the mask, hiding away her perfect face once again.

“Don’t forget your safe word, Baby. Cause you’re not dealing with Amber tonight.”

The uncharacteristic darkness in her tone sent a chill up your spine but you throbbed between your legs.

In character, she stalked around you, knife raised in warning. “You know… it would be a pity to kill someone as cute as you. Maybe we could come to some kind of agreement instead.”

You nodded eagerly. Letting just a bit of nervousness sink into your expression. “Anything. What do you want?”

She laughed. It was a cold and patronising sound. “You know what I want.” With strength you didn’t know Amber had she pushed on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees.

She pulled her strap-on free from the cloak so it hovered right in front of your mouth. Playing reluctant, you turned your head away from it, thrilled to feel a fist in your hair pulling you back.

“Nuh uh.” She reprimanded. “Don’t go doing anything stupid or it’ll be more than my dick rearranging your guts.”

She held your head in place as she pushed past your lips. You felt just a slight discomfort at her size but there was no time to adjust before her dick was pumping back and forth. Your eyes reflexively watered but you tried to suck her as best you could, bobbing your head once she let it go.

Amber cooed at the sight of you. “You look so fucking pretty. Bet you were hoping I’d stop by, huh? Hoping I’d let you choke on my cock?”

You moaned around her. The words stroked a fire inside of you that only grew when you looked up into the sunken eyes of her mask. You squeezed your thighs tightly together to resist the urge to reach between them.

How the hell could Ghostface using your mouth as their own personal fleshlight turn you on so much?

“You know who dies first in horror movies? Little sluts like you.”

You couldn’t respond while she was mouth-fucking you but as she pulled her wet cock free you looked defiantly up at her. “I’m not a slut.”

For a moment she stood still, you’d bet that under the mask Amber was raising an eyebrow at the challenge. “Oh, no?” She gestured with her knife to your shorts, “Take them off. Underwear too.”

Despite your smart mouth you did as you were told. Amber snatched your panties out of your hand when you finished and you briefly wondered if she was going to gag you with them. She didn’t, she just took a moment to inspect them.

“So… If you’re not a slut, then why did you get so wet while sucking my dick?”

You flushed indignantly. “Go fuck yourself.”

With careful strength Amber shoved your upper body onto your desk, forcing you into a bend.

“I’d rather fuck you.”

She knew she didn’t have to hold you in place, your body was always more obedient then your mouth. You kept your head down and ass up, presenting for her as she pulled back. She just stared for a moment, like she was seeing your pussy for the first time. Her gloved fingers spread your lips apart and your face burned in shame at her make-believe voyeurism.

Her hand left but before you could bemoan the loss of contact her cockhead rubbed teasingly along your wet slit. Back and forth while you whimpered beneath her.

“Aww, you want me inside of you? Then beg me to fuck you like the whore you are.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing. If she didn’t fill you up you might actually cry.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Please fuck me like a whore.”

She chuckled, hands bracing against your hips. “Well since you asked so nicely…”

Amber plunged into you with a speed and force you weren’t ready for, as violent as a stab.

“You’re so fucking helpless.” You heard through your moans and gasps as she pounded into you again and again. “I can just do whatever I want to you.”

Your insides burned in the best way, on a knifes edge between pain and pleasure.

“What are you?” She demanded, voice breathy and obviously worked up.

“I’m your slut.”

“Yeah… My good little slut.”

The praise shot liquid heat through you, that knot inside of you tightening quicker than ever before. You clenched around her and cried out, “Fuck! I’m close!”

Her thrusts somehow got quicker, her every inch slamming into you at a breakneck speed as bliss overwhelmed you, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking meteor.

You were trembling when Amber slowed to a stop. Her hands on your hips and the cock buried inside of you were the only things keeping you standing.

Between your hammering heart and the aftershocks of your orgasm you felt like your whole body was throbbing as she gently pulled out. Your sensitive pussy aching at the sensation.

You staggered back and onto your bed, soon thereafter joined by Amber. You hadn’t noticed her taking the mask or strap off, apparently your post-orgasmic haze temporarily blinded you.

She stroked the hair from your face to assess you with concerned eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”

You tried to laugh but were too out of breath. “Yeah.” Better than okay actually.

She wrapped her arms around you and you leant into her, trusting her to keep your limp body upright.

“Damn, Amber… Where the hell did that come from?”

She laughed into your hair, a more sweet and gentle sound than the cruel ones that had come from behind the mask.  

“I guess you’re not the only one with a Ghostface fetish.”

A/N: I probably made Amber softer than I needed to in this lol but I have some darker stuff for her coming soon.

[mendesisms]

text → lily bean 💞

CAMI: HI BEST FRIEND I'M KIND OF FREAKING OUT

[bnha-doodle-trash]

he’s reading texts from Camie Utsushimi-

(she definitely is at least 10x harder to understand via text- trust me--)

reblogs are appreciated- ^-^

[kfashioncrush]

wjsn's seola

[supmelton]

text message ; baby dragon

Charles: Not sure how I got so lucky to have the prettiest date in the whole place last night, but I'm counting my blessings. Thanks for putting up with me, baby dragon.

[camilahq]

text → annasophia

Cami: I adopted a puppy and figured you’d want to know about it. Also I miss you. How’ve you been, babe?

[greazyfloz]

i'm pretty sure we all need a part 2 for mark

What Was Said - Part 2

Angst w/ Mark Estapa

Part 1

Last night was definitely not something I expected to happen. My roommates got home about an hour after Mark left so they have no idea what had happened, but from what Mark told me I’m guessing they know he was here. I made my way out to the kitchen and sat at the table across from Cami, while Kylie was at the stove cooking. 

“So, you guys saw Mark last night?” I say looking at Cami

“Yeah” she replied

“He wouldn’t stop asking about you” Kylie says from across the kitchen

“Yeah he told me”

“Wait, he came over?” Cami says and Kylie pushes her pan away from the hot stove, and turning it off quickly before turning around to fully engage in the conversation

“Yeah, he said you guys ‘sold me out’”

“What is that even supposed to mean ‘sold you out’? He was so drunk we didn’t think he would walk over here” Kylie says 

“All we said is that you were home, where else would you be at midnight? Cami confirms

“Anyways, what happened” Kylie says taking a seat

“It was messy. I’ll tell you about it after”

“Bummer!!! I want all the gossip later!” Kylie says standing back up to plate her breakfast. 

My phone buzzes, grabbing everyone's attention, I turn it over and read Ethan’s contact on my phone. 

“It’s not Mark, if that is why you guys are all staring at me” I laugh before unlocking my phone to see the message. The message was Ethan asking me how I was doing, so I quickly replied before turning the screen off and going back up to my room. I sit at my desk and finish some assignments and do some extra studying since I missed all last week. 

As bad as it sounds I don’t know if seeing Mark just as miserable helped build me back up. Of course that is something that breaks my heart to think about but I can seek comfort knowing that he is just as lost without me. I still love him, but I tell myself that maybe this is the first step of moving on. 

The school week went by and a drunk Mark had not made his way to my doorstep, until Friday night.  It was around 6pm and I was just cleaning the dishes as the girls were heading out to the Quarterfinals at Yost. 

“You sure you don’t want to come?” Kylie asks as they put their coats on. I look at them to answer 

“I’m- I can’t” I say before turning back around facing the sink.

“Okay, well win or lose tonight you are coming tomorrow” Kylie says as they both wave goodbye and open the front door. I did not hear the door shut behind them, instead I heard Kylie speak again, “Shouldn’t you be at Yost?”.

“No” I hear Mark reply followed by his heavy feet stomping up the porch stairs, “She home?” he slurs his words again. The door shuts and I make my way closer to the door so I can hear the conversation. I make my way closer to the door 

“No, she left already” Cami butts in

“Mark, shouldn’t you be getting ready to play?” Kylie says 

“Fucker scratched me” Mark says taking a seat on the stairs as both the girls didn’t know what to say, “I’ll wait here for her”

“No, don’t do that. You still need to be at the arena right?” Cami says and can’t hear what Kylie whispers to her. 

I listened to enough, I went back over to the kitchen to grab my phone and try to text Ethan, he answers back almost immediately:

Y/N: Mark is drunk

Y/N: On my front porch

Y/N: Just got here like 5 minutes ago

Eddy 🐴: Trus is on his way

I hear my front door open again followed by, “I’ll get you some water while you wait, since you insist on staying here” then the door shut again. Kylie makes her way into the kitchen, “Mark is-”

“I know”

“Umm hey guys” Kylie and I both turn to see Cami, “He passed out”

“Fuck” I say pulling my phone out and finding Truss’ number. I rings a few times before he answers

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you coming alone?” I ask him

“No, Phil is here too. We are just pulling in” he says and I can hear Phil in the background of the call saying ‘holy shit’.

“Okay, I’ll come out” I say, hanging up the phone.

I make my way to the front door, I open it to see the two guys shaking Mark’s shoulder. Truss and Phil look up

“Ethan didn’t say he was this out of it” Truss says as Phil pushes Mark up so he is sitting up right.

“Bro, what the fuck” Phil says standing back up and Mark mumbles in return. 

“Put him on my couch, he doesn’t look like he is going anywhere right now” I say reaching behind Mark to pull him up and Phil helps. 

“Here hang him off this shoulder” Truss says, positioning Mark on his good shoulder as Phil moves under the other one. They entered the house and dropped him on the couch. I followed them into the house watching Mark stumble until he dropped. The boys turned and looked at me.

“We will send some non-injured guys over after to remove him” Truss says, and I look over at Mark before looking back at Truss

“He can stay” I say and they furrow their brows in confusion

“Okay, well we really need to get back” Phil says 

“Wait” I say and they both look back, “Why was he scratched tonight?”

“That’s why” Phil says pointing at Mark passed out on the couch, “He tried to practice like that yesterday”

“He was scratched for the weekend” Truss adds

“Oh” I say, feeling awful, “Well thank you guys!” I thank them as they leave. The girls leave shortly after. As soon as I am alone, I can’t help but cry. I start to blame myself for not listening to Mark last weekend. Or not going over to talk to him. Or bare minimum unblocking his number.

I sit and watch Mark sleep on the couch. After a while I get up to get Advil and a glass of water ready for him and put it on the table before walking up the stairs to get ready for bed. My phone starts to ring around 10, so I answer seeing it is Ethan.

“Hey, you win?” I say

“Yeah, he still there?”

“Yeah, he is on the couch”

“Okay, I’ll come in a bit”

“It’s fine. Come get him in the morning”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I should talk to him before he gets kicked off the team”

“Good idea” Ethan says, “Okay, well then text me in the morning and I’ll come”. We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone. I head to bed and turn off my light. 

I wake up and head downstairs to see an empty couch. I see Mark’s phone is still here as I hear the downstairs toilet flush and a messy haired Mark exit back into the room.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go” he says, coming back over and grabbing his phone.

“Mark sit” I say and he turns to look at me almost as if he was seeing if I was serious, “please”. Mark sits on the couch across from me. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I say, and a tear is already threatening to fall

“Because I fucked up” he says looking down at his feet then pushing his hand through his hair  before looking back up at me, “I wanted to give you space, but I should have fought for you” he says as a tear slides down my face. The tone in his voice is evidence enough that he was beating himself up.

“I’m not going to sit here and judge you and tell you everything you did wrong-”

“Well you should” Mark says as a tear rolls down his face, “What I said to you was awful, and not only that but not true. The past two weeks without you are proof of that because my life has been hell”. This is the first time I’ve seen Mark cry in front of me.

“You hurt me M-mark, but I can’t see you ruin your life l-like this” I say

“Why? I thought you’d enjoy this, I would if I were you”

“Because I still love you” I reach out grabbing his hand and he looks deeper into my eyes, “Just don’t break my heart again”

“Never” he says leaning in hugging me. I hug him back he he muffles into my shoulder, “I love you more than you’ll ever know”

[itstbellisario]

text message: cami 👑

Troian: BABE. I MISS YOU.

Troian: How's Canada?

Troian: Anything new and exciting happening in your life?

[luvr-bunnyy]

anything for my princess | pt 2

LEXI HOWARD x FEM!READER

word count: 3k - part 1

© luvr-bunnyy pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, SMUT SMUT SMUT, slight dom reader?, thigh riding, oral, typical euphoria things, NO SPOILERS !!

[a/n: here’s pt. 2 my loves!! i cannot believe pt 1 already has about 100+ notes, thank you for all the love, enjoy!! - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

After the party, you drove to a lookout that you and Lexi would frequent. You’ve had car picnics or you two would lay on the roof of your car and stargaze. She’d point out constellations and explain why they were named what they were.

And now…you’ve probably ruined everything.

There were missed calls and texts from everyone and their moms blowing up your phone so you put it on mute.

Your mood worsened when you realized that you left the joints you had bought in your jacket pocket…the jacket that you had left at the party.

Sighing, you opened the bottle of whiskey and took a few huge gulps. The liquor burned your throat but it was a good distraction from your stinging and sore knuckles.

The adrenaline had long since worn off and your bones deeply ached.

Your phone buzzed a few times and you sighed heavily, unlocking your phone and heading to the group chat.

you

i’m fine, i’m not dead or anything

rue

are u home?

you

…yes ??

maddy

bitch why was that in the form of a question?

you

yes…

kat

can u just send us ur location? lexi is freaking out

you

[location sent]

cassie

are u still coming to the sleepover?

you

probably not

[(y/n) has muted the group chat]

jules

wtf

“Okay, all jokes aside...” Maddy started.

All the girls were in her room, pjs on. Lexi was laying down with her head in Cassie’s lap.

“That was fuckin’ hot, right?” Maddy giggled, taking a sip of her white claw.

“It was sooo fucking hot!” Jules laughed. “Like- she was literally gonna kill him for touching you Lex.”

“Could you imagine?” Maddy asked suggestively.

“Imagine what?” Rue cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“The angry sex.” Jules said matter of factly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“W-what?” Lexi stuttered, finally tuning into the conversation.

“Oh come on Lexi!” Jules threw her hands up as she moves to sit on her heels. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“I mean…y-yeah but we’ve never even-“

“You guys haven’t done it yet?” Kat gawked.

“No…it’s just- ugh!” Lexi buried her face in her hands and sat up. “It’s so frustrating because I feel like she thinks I want to take it slow!”

“But you don’t want to?” Cassie asked. Lexi shook her head. “Then why don’t you tell her?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s embarrassing. We’ve made out and s-stuff but it never goes far.”

“Girl just tell her!” Maddy smiled sympathetically.

So that’s what she was going to do.

The party was on Saturday and it was currently Monday morning. You had talked to Lexi briefly and she had explained that she wasn’t mad or repulsed by you, she was just shocked in the heat of it.

Cassie was happy to see that her sister wasn’t so glum anymore.

Your knuckles were still pretty tender. There was no longer any exposed flesh. They had slightly scabbed over but they were still bruised and sensitive.

As you pulled up to the Howard household, you sent Lexi a text.

you

i’m outside princess <3

my love

okay!! i’ll be right out

As you waited, you slipped your sunglasses on and turned the volume up. Kendrick and Jay Rock filling your jeep.

Noticing that the front door opened and out walked Lexi, you watched her walk down the concrete walk way. She had on a black skirt, cropped black cami top, and an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt. Hair up in a claw clip.

The golden light of the sunrise made her skin glow. Her smile bright and sweet. She opened the door and handed you her backpack, you tossed it to the backseat along with yours.

You watched as she settled in her seat.

“Good morning.”

“Morning princess.” You cupped her cheek and gently guided her face closer to yours, lips meeting in a short and sweet kiss. You pulled away but lingered there for a bit, bumping her nose with yours. Her smile returned, a breathy laugh escaping her lips.

She watched you carefully as you drove. You had been wearing a green Carhartt zip up jacket, the faded color contrasting gorgeously against your skin.

Her eyes trailed down the sleeve and to your hand that was currently on the steering wheel. She frowned at the state of your knuckles.

All the bruises had been in different stages of healing. Reds, purples, and greens stained your skin. The scabbed and healing skin was a deep red, all of it seemed painful.

All for her.

As you turned into the starbucks drive-thru and waited behind a few cars to order, she gripped your wrist and brought your hand in between both of hers.

“Do they hurt?” She whispered, holding your hand close to her face.

You bit your lip.

“Not really.”

You were lying. She knew but she appreciated the effort to keep her from worrying.

Without another word, she leaned down and carefully placed kisses on you bruised skin. The feeling of her soft lips was like heaven. You stared at her for a few seconds before she let go of your hand, noticing the line moving forward. Your hand returned to the steering wheel as you pulled forward to the order speaker.

Her fantasies took the reigns once more as you moved your sunglasses to sit on top of your head. Your fingers drummed anxiously against the steering wheel as you recited her usual order flawlessly, along with yours.

In some dark and twisted way, she agreed with Maddy’s statement on Saturday night. How would it look like to be under your angry gaze? How hard would those hands grip her body? Would you grip her so hard that the scabs on your knuckles would be pull taught and tear open?

“-which is crazy right? It’s not that hard to use your blinker.”

Wait…what had you been talking about? Blinker?

She then realized that you were out of the drive thru and on the road. She looked down at the center console and noticed the two coffee cups in the cup holders.

“You’re doing it again.” You teased. Stopping at the red light and glancing over at her.

“Doing what?” She gulped nervously, watching as your hand reached wrapped around the coffee cup.

“Spacing out…” You took a sip. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh! Uhm n-nothing.” She grabbed her own coffee and took a sip. She saw the pointed look you have her and quickly added. “Nothing important…at least.”

“If you say so.” You muttered, accelerating as the light changed.

Today Lexi had been grateful that you weren’t in any of her classes. She needed a break from her own thoughts and you only fueled them.

Her day hadn’t been to bad, but at lunch when she had sat down at the usual table you all ate at, she learned that your day had been a little rough.

You had to deal with teachers constantly asking about your battered hands, students telling you that you were a monster, a terrible person, and so on.

“Yeah, principal Hayes sent her home early. She didn’t text you?” Kat asked as she picked at her grapefruit.

Frowning, Lexi pulled her phone out of her backpack. Oh…you did.

you

principal hayes heard “rumors” about what happened at the party and sent me home

you

i can still pick u up tho and maybe you can hang out here for a bit?? i really need u here

Giddiness filled her body. You needed her. She quickly responded with and put her phone away.

After lunch, the rest of the day couldn’t have gone by slower but finally, the bell had rung and the teacher dismissed her class.

She basically ran out to the parking lot. Her heart fluttering as your car pulled up, the windows down.

You gave Lexi a tired smile as she approached the car and hopped in. She leaned over and placed a kiss at the corner of your lips which definitely caught you off guard.

“Well hello to you too.” You smiled genuinely before giving her a proper kiss. It was slow and deep which stole Lexi’s breath right from her lungs, heat going straight to her core. Thighs pushing together. “Ready?”

“Mhmm…” She hummed, cheeks turning pink.

The drive to your place wasn’t too far. As you parked, she noticed how you rushed to get out of the car and her eyebrows pulled together but her confusion dissipated when you appeared in front of her door and held it open, holding your other hand out for her.

She placed her hand in yours, letting you help her out of the car. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked over to the stairs. You lived in a rundown apartment building with your dad, but he was rarely ever home.

As you followed her up the stairs, she moved her hips enticingly with each step and you noticed.

You shook your head. Of course you’ve thought about it.

Lifting her skirt and bunching it around her hips, the way your name would sound desperately leaving her lips-

Clearing your throat, you shook the thoughts from your head seeing as you had made it to your door. Unlocking it, you let Lexi in first before closing the door behind you.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower, okay?” You kissed her cheek and made your way to your room to grab clothes.

As she heard the bathroom door close, she made her way into your room. It smelled faintly of weed and lavender. A smell she had been quite used to.

She had wondered how your dad never noticed but as time went on, she realized he didn’t care enough to comment about the obvious smell or mention the bottles of empty liquor that was scattered around your room. She put her backpack by your desk and that’s when she noticed it.

There it was. Your jacket. The one you had worn to the party. Hung haphazardly over the back of your desk chair.

The wetness between her legs was growing uncomfortable, but you were in the bathroom already and she knew your showers were a little lengthy at times.

So she made her self comfortable on your bed, kicking off her shoes. She leaned back against your headboard. Your smell dizzying as it filled her senses.

Slowly, she ran her hand down her stomach before slipping it underneath the waist of her skirt and the elastic of her underwear. A small whimper leaving her lips as her fingers slowly circled her sensitive clit.

The images of your jealousy, the way you didn’t hesitate to beat the guy that touched her and made her uncomfortable, your hands, all flashed through her mind.

She jumped at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Pulling her hand from her underwear, she grabbed her phone and sat up, pretending to be scrolling through social media.

As you dried your hair off, you grabbed a beer from the fridge and made your way to your room.

Lexi was on her phone, cheeks flushed and slightly breathless. Hmm…weird.

Nonetheless, you tossed your towel into your hamper before sitting down on your bed and taking a sip of your drink.

Turning on the tv, you then turned to look at Lexi. Opening your arms. She grinned and snuggled into your side.

You played some movie the both of you have seen a million times, she didn’t mind. You took a few sips of your drink and she felt your body relax.

As you watched the movie, she admired you. Your hair was damp from your shower and you smelled of sage and lavender, your oversized brown crewneck was soft under her hands, your green cotton shorts showed off your delicious thighs.

You finished off your drink and placed the bottle on the ground. As you sat back, Lexi felt a rush of confidence and leaned forward, placing a few soft kisses on your neck. Normally, you wouldn’t mind but she kept at it and the kisses were enticing.

“What’s up princess?” You asked softly. She pulled away to look at you before wordlessly straddling your hips. “Okay…” You chuckled before she pressed her lips to yours. It was a slow and sensual kiss and she whimpered at the feeling of your tongue in her mouth.

As the kiss deepened and got messier, she started to rut her hips against yours, wanting some type of relief. However, instead of spurring her on, you gripped her hips and stilled her movements.

Feeling frustrated and a little embarrassed, she pulled away. Huffing as she basically threw herself off of you.

“Lex…what’s wrong? I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” But she didn’t respond, she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

“Come on, sweet girl. Talk to me. Please?” Hesitantly, you placed a hand on her knee. Your thumb running comforting circles into her skin.

“Am I not…do you not want to have sex with me?”

“I-what? What do you mean?”

“I mean that whenever this happens, you never want to go any further.” She pouted.

“I just always thought you didn’t want to take it any further Lex. I hope you know that I wasn’t rejecting you or anything.”

She didn’t respond.

“Okay. Come here.” She looked over at you and took your hand, taking her place on your lap.

“You look so pretty here, sitting on my lap.” You nudged the bottom of her jaw with your nose and she lifted it.

“Tell me what you want, love.” You purred, kissing down her neck.

“I- I want…” She paused, loving the feeling of you biting and sucking a hickey into her neck.

“Come on…” You egged her on, continuing to kiss her neck.

“I want you to…to go down on me. Please.”

You sat up. Placing a hand behind her neck and pulling her close.

“Anything for you, princess.”

Your lips meshed with hers in a hungry kiss. It was a mess of clashing teeth and tongues but Lexi wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her chest heaved with gasping breaths as you moved lower. Kissing down her neck, hands moving down her sides.

“But first…” you mumbled against her skin. Gripping her hips and moving her over your thigh. “Ride my thigh, show me how you make yourself feel good.

You bunched the fabric of her skirt around her hips, her hands gripped your shoulders.

“How do I uhm, how do I do that?”

“Just follow my lead.” You gripped her waist and slowly rocked her back and forth on your thigh. Her shaky intake of breath made you grin triumphantly. She got the hang of it and moved her hips on her own.

“Mhmm there you go, princess. Just like that.”

Her moans and whimpers were adorable. Her eyebrows were pulled together in concentration.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Placing your hands under her thighs, you lifted her up and flipped the both of you over.

You pecked her lips. “Let me make you feel good, okay?”

As you made your way between her legs, you pushed her skirt up her thighs a bit more and around her waist. The damp spot on her baby blue cotton panties made your mouth water.

Maybe dreams do come true.

Slipping your fingers underneath the elastic, you looked up at her. “Is this okay?”

“Mhmm, more than okay.” She was breathless. Her heart swelling at the fact that you wanted to make sure she was okay.

You slid them down her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs and legs as you did so. Once they were off, you tossed them to the floor.

“Bend your knees and put em’ over my shoulders.” You smiled as she did what you said. Settling comfortably between her thighs, you could finally see all of her.

Your intense gaze made her want to shrink away. “Sorry, I-I haven’t shaved.” She tried to shut her legs but you gripped them and held them open.

“Don’t ever apologize for that.” You muttered before leaning forward and licking up from her slit to that sensitive little bud.

“Oh my god…” She squeaked, hands flying to your damp hair. Entangling her fingers into your locks.

Smirking, you wrapped your lips around her clit. Giving a gentle suck. She squirmed in your hold.

“Don’t run princess, just relax.” You muttered, your hand pressing against her lower stomach to keep her in place. Your other hand spread her folds a little wider. Your tongue traveling to her quivering opening, exploring her warm insides.

Lexi was in ecstasy. She had never felt this much pleasure in her life. Her stomach was in knots and her thighs were shaking. Your tongue felt amazing, and when she felt your thumb rubbing circles into her clit, it pushed her over the edge.

“(Y/n)…babe I’m gonna-I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead princess, cum all over my face.”

You switched. Wrapping your lips around her clit, your middle and ring finger invading her center. Curling your fingers, you felt that spot that sent her into over drive.

“Shit! Right there, please…please.”

The feeling of your fingers abusing that spot was enough for the tension in her body to release.

She fisted your hair and held you close as she came, your tongue happily lapping up her release.

As she rode out her high, you continued to lick at her clit. Not being h able to get enough of her taste.

“Ah! Ah! T-Too much.” Her thighs snapped closed and trapped your head. You decided that it was your new favorite place to be.

Slowly prying them open, you sat up and brought your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean.

She sat up and moved her legs, pulling her skirt down before cupping your jaw in her hands and pulling your lips to hers, moaning softly at the taste of herself on your lips.

“I love you, sweet girl.” you smiled into the kiss and she bumped your nose with hers.

“I love you too.”

Later on that night…

lexi

[photo attachment]

lexi

so uhh…i told her

maddy

damn girl! she a fucking vampire or smth?

maddy

i’m so proud of you tho

welcome to the club slut!

Giggling, Lexi turned in your arms and showed you her phone. You scoffed and pulled her closer to your body. You grabbed her phone and began to type.

lexi

fuck off maddy -love, (y/n)

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughed as you nuzzled into her neck

[husbandocorner]

MHA ship  headcanons that I think of when I’m bored  💗 Pt 2(1/2)

What’s this?! YOURS TRULY FINALLY writing about Bakucamie whom she’s expressed adoration for but hasn’t wrote about except for that one small tangent post? IT’S A MIRACLE 

Part 1 w/ Izuocha and Kamijiro here  Note: if you don’t ship them it’s ok😊! Everyone has different opinions and I respect that   Genre: Fluff

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Bakucamie 🧡🤎( They’re the opposites attract trope)

(Couldn’t find a gif featuring the two so take Camie flirting with Bakugo while simultaneously roasting him instead 😂)

🐶💥 -  It took Bakugo a while to get used to being in a romantic relationship with someone 

 🐶💥 - Especially with someone as affectionate as Camie

🐶💥 - He would always get super flustered at the mention of her name and would get uncharacteristically shy whenever she was around him when she’d go and visit UA 

🐶💥 - But when the fact that him and Camie were dating settled in he was back to being his normal self, much to his friends dismay who had loved the fact that they were able to get away with making fun of him being in love because he was too flustered by the fact to even bother blasting them to space  🐶💥 - Well except for the time Denki teased him with the song 

🐶💥 -You know the one “ Bakugo and Camie sitting in a tree K-I -S-S-I-N-G”

🐶💥 - That landed him in recovery girl’s office an entire month  🐶💥 - Bakugo liked keeping their relationship on the down low, but I mean practically all of UA knew already with how frequently Camie started coming several times after the licensing exam and how calm Bakugo had been acting during those times so it didn’t take long for class 1-A to put two and two together and figure it out and well the news spread like wildfire 

🐶💥 - He just let it be because there was no way to deny it and Camie didn’t seem to care that everyone knew and if she didn’t care then why should he?

🐶💥 - He did tell the Bakusquad however that if they told anyone outside UA he wouldn’t hesitate to give them a one way trip to the moon 

🐶💥 - Speaking of the start of the relationship, here’s how Camie asked him out (sort of)

🐶💥 - (Camie on the phone with Bakugo): “Hey Bakugo, since were like totes besties now would you like to-”

🐶💥 - (Bakugo panicking AGGRESSIVELY screams at the phone ): “YES ILLUSIONS I’LL GO OUT WITH YOU! HAPPY? GOOD! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!“ *hangs up *

🐶💥 - Camie texts him back a minute later 

🐶💥 - “l actually was going to ask you if you wanna come to the mall one of these days so that I can help you with your fashion sense problem but that’s cool too I guess, anywho you down?

🐶💥 - The rest is history 

🐶💥 - Camie is usually the one to convince Bakugo to do anything romantic together  🐶💥 - Although Bakugo sometimes gets stuff that remind him of her to give to her when they see each other 

🐶💥 - A necklace that brings out her eyes? He buys it, Cute accessories that go with a certain outfit of hers? Definitely 

🐶💥 - Basically anything that screams Camie to him he’s going to buy. No matter what. That’s his way of showing his love for her  

🐶💥 - And even though he’s embarrassed to admit it. He’s overjoyed when he sees Camie smile as she reads the note accompanying whatever gift he got her which is always something along the lines of  This goes with that outfit of yours dumbass or I got you this USE IT I ain’t taking it back! Also I love you or whatever 

🐶💥 - This ends with him getting tackled into a hug as she peppers his face with kisses followed by “Aww thanks a million Bakubae!” as he groans and blushes

🐶💥 - Camie LOVES to braid sections of Bakugo’s hair, it gives her an excuse to touch it and she knows he secretly enjoys it because it relaxes him

🐶💥 - She’s often wearing his hoodies and shirts which she uses like pjs 

🐶💥 - Bakugo always happens to stumble upon random selfies of Camie in his camera roll since she like to steal his phone 

🐶💥 -  One of these is of Camie wearing his hero costume while posing with her hand up imitating the way he holds it up when he preps an explosion as she sticks out her tongue out 

🐶💥 -  This acts as his home screen while his lock screen is a photo of them standing next to each other while he has an arm around her waist and her head on his shoulder wearing couple shirts. His reading “Have you seen my dummy?” with arrow pointing at her and her simply saying “His dummy”  🐶💥 - Camie also often likes to mess with Bakugo by flirting with other guys because she finds it “cute” when Bakugo gets jealous

🐶💥 - This is because more often than not she’ll get the guy to play along while Bakugo watches and keeps it going until Bakugo snaps and just picks her up and says “Alright that’s enough you brat! You need to be punished!” ( NO this does not mean what you might think it means get your head out the gutter)

🐶💥 - It’s CUDDLE SESH TIME 

🐶💥 - Sometimes when they are both bored and have nothing better to do Camie likes to use Bakugo as a Ken doll and have him try on different outfits she bought him 

🐶💥 - She makes him pose as well 

🐶💥 - He of course, very reluctantly agrees to this after Camie makes puppy eyes at him and he can’t say no after that because whether he likes it or not (he secretly does) Camie is too adorable for him 

🐶💥 - He makes her promise not to post any pics she snaps of him 

🐶💥 - She promises but does it anyway because she’s Camie Utsushimi and she does whatever the heck she wants 

🐶💥 - Bakugo briefly got mad at her for it until she said that she only shared them on her private account and story so no one that they know for the exception of the Bakusquad saw them which he didn’ t mind since they were going to see them anyway since Camie always shares any pictures she takes in the squad group chat

🐶💥 - She also said that she shared them because she just HAD to brag how “totes hot” he looked 

🐶💥 - Yeah that boosted his ego  

🐶💥 -  Camie meeting his parents was DEFINITELY memorable

🐶💥 - Initially, Bakugo had 100% REFUSED the idea  

🐶💥 - Mainly because he had the feeling that once his mom found out that he had a girlfriend she would let him live it down 

🐶💥 - And he was right 

🐶💥 - He wanted to be subtle about it but Camie being Camie was way more direct about the matter 

🐶💥 - It went a little something like this 

🐶💥 - Katsuki rang the doorbell at his parents house frowning obviously not thrilled about introducing Camie to his parents 

🐶💥 -”What’s the matter boo, aren’t you like totes stoked about introducing me to your fam?” Camie asked noticing how her boyfriend’s attitude was more negative than usual. Bakugo just muttered incoherently in response 

🐶💥 - Bakugo was starting to get inpatient since no one was answering the door so he started to bang on it

🐶💥 - From the other side someone an angry voice was heard and Bakugo groaned as he knew that voice too well 

🐶💥 - “I’M COMING GODAMNIT GIVE ME A MINUTE FOR FU*KS SAKE!

🐶💥 - “Woah! Is that your mother Bakubae? She’s got some like, MAJOR issues” Camie notes

🐶💥 - “Heh! tell me about it” Bakugo scoffed 

🐶💥 - “ Why didn’t you tell me you’re just like her? IT’S AWESOME! Camie excitedly said as she hugged him while he started to question how the heck he had fallen for her in the first place 

🐶💥 - Mitsuki had finally opened the door as Bakugo and Camie came into her view 

🐶💥 -”Katsuki? What are you doing here? Finally have the guts to pay your mother a visit? Or did UA get tired of you and kick you out?” She asked sarcastically 

🐶💥 - “NEITHER YOU OLD HAG” Bakugo angrily responded before calming down I just wanted to introduce you to my um- Bakugo couldn’t seem to finish the sentence as he started to fidget nervously 

🐶💥 - “Your what Katsuki?” “Hurry up I don’t have the whole damn day” Mitsuki said as her patience was starting to become thin

🐶💥 - Camie turned to her boyfriend who was still trying to figure out how to break the news as she unintentionally did it for him “Aww Teddy Bear no need to worry about telling your mom were a thing she’s like, your fam you know?”

🐶💥 - Cue Bakugo face palming while Mitsuki looks back and forth between them stunned 

🐶💥 - “Damn you Illusions” Bakugo mutters under his breath 

🐶💥 - It doesn’t take long for Mitsuki to piece everything together 

🐶💥 - “Please come inside sweetheart! Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long” Mitsuki says ushering Camie to go inside while glaring daggers at her son

🐶💥 - She then proceeds to smack Bakugo with a broom as she had been cleaning up the house when they arrived 

🐶💥 - “OW! WATCH IT YOU HAG! Bakugo exclaimed after being violently attacked 

🐶💥 - “SHUT YOUR MOUTH KATSUKI YOU ARE GOING TO BE ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR FOR YOUR GIRL WHILE YOU ARE HERE UNDERSTAND?!” Mitsuki demanded as she glared at him menacingly, sending shivers down his spine “W-whatever”

🐶💥 - From then on the afternoon goes “smoothly” as Camie formally introduces herself to Bakugo’s parents and tells them everything from how they met to how they’ve been doing lately 

🐶💥 - All the while Bakugo sits in a corner utterly mortified every time Camie mentions how cute and romantic she thinks he is with Mitsuki trying to hold back her laughter every time she glances at son because he’s “drowning” in shame 

🐶💥 - Meanwhile Masaru tries to comfort him saying that there’s nothing to be ashamed of and that he’s happy that Bakugo found someone 

🐶💥 - Yeah that didn’t work 

🐶💥 - It just embarrassed him even more 

🐶💥 - Poor thing just started rocking back and forth forcing a smile every time Camie cooed at his baby pictures 

🐶💥 - Why was this happening to him? Was this a punishment for being so angry and bratty all the time? Was this a nightmare? He wished he knew how to stop it 

🐶💥 - After Camie left a couple hours later, His parents both had A LONG talk with him 

🐶💥 -  Overall his parents loved her but were shocked that he had managed to be dating with how different their personalities are 🐶💥 - Yeah safe to say Bakugo was never the same afterwards 

🐶💥 - Ego? SHATTERED 

🐶💥 - His pride? NONEXISTENT 

🐶💥 - Camie had turned his world upside down and he didn’t know whether to love or hate her for it 

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Man this took a while to finish! But I had fun with it and finally wrote for Bakucamie which is one of my top ships WOOHOO! 😁 Also I’m dedicating this post to @sokastanos​ who I promised to tag in Bakucamie content since she was looking for some! So I hope you enjoy this 

[whoreshijima]

So me and @m-mortimer did a lil collab :) all we do is thirst at eachother so here enjoy our one braincelled thinking and horniness 🤍

Thank you Izzy for allowing me to post this ilyvm and Your smart brain :))

WC- 2.9k

CW// daddy kink, reader has a vagina, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, slight mention of breeding, FaceTime masturbation, choking, mentions of fem receiving oral, basically no prep fucking

Every time Ushijima goes away, he promises to call you everyday, even if it’s for two minutes before bed or as he’s eating his lunch on the small breaks he gets. You appreciate it so much, the way he thinks about you constantly. But sometimes it gets to be way too much, way too long. He’s been away for three days now, three days too long. Ushijima called you as often as he could, simply missing the sweet tone you’d greet him with, the smile on your face as you answered the call. He loved every part of you, from how you dance whilst making dinner as he watched through the screen. Or how, like right now, you’re trying to hide your whimpers from the microphone and how you’re trying to keep your face straight, keeping the casual chatter about what you’re going to do that day.

It started as a simple FaceTime call from his cheap hotel bed, like any other day he’s away. But the grumbling deep voice on the other end of the phone, mixed with three days without his touch, made you shivery and needy. You didn’t know Ushijima was thinking the same thing. The slight mess of your bed hair and bare skin around your shoulders and chest from the small cami you were wearing made his breath catch in his chest, blood rushing south instantly.

“I dunno I might go grocery s-shoppping” you mumble out, cursing yourself for stumbling over your words as your fingers ghost over your clit, the slickness from your arousal easing your movements between your legs. Ushi can hear the sheets shuffling, the way your legs spread to give you more space to slide your fingers deep inside yourself, the wet sounds not breezing past your boyfriend's ears without notice. “Get us some f-food for when you come home?” You can’t hide the way your breath catches in your throat as you catch the spot deep inside you, the spot that Ushijima knows makes you scream and gush around him. “W-what would you like to eat?”

If Ushijima could answer honestly, he’d want to eat you. Spend hours between your legs as he swirls his warm tongue around and over your clit, strong hands pinning your legs to the bed as he spits and devours your cunt. There’s nothing better than the idea of you cumming over his mouth, writhing and wriggling under his firm grip, as two fingers curl and scissor inside you, knowing that he’s prepped you enough for his cock. Prepped you enough so that the stretch around him doesn’t hurt you as much as it should.

Just the thought of him being between your legs, cunt stretched so beautifully around him as he pushes inside you, your soft, plush thighs wrapped around his waist as he bucks his hips up into your swollen cunt. Imagining the way your warm walls surround him as he pins you to the mattress, a large hand wrapped around your tiny throat, completely at his mercy, has him pushing his hips into the mattress.

“Erm, chicken of some type?” Lower. His voice was definitely lower, almost a snarl as he talks to you, the pressure of his cock against the mattress making his eyes roll to the back of his head briefly.

“S-stir fry?” You turn your head to meet his gaze through the screen, your eyes are glazed over. Your glossy ones meet his lust filled stare, his lips are parted in small gasps and grunts. You know exactly how his other hand is gripping the sheets, knuckles turning whiter and whiter everytime the head of his cock catches against the bumps of the sheets and mattress. Neither of you bothering to hide from eachother, you let out a whine, letting your mouth hang open as you speed your fingers up against your clit.

How you wish you could see his swollen, leaking cock right now. The way it twitches with every grind forward, how the pre cum beads at the head of his cock before dripping down the shaft. But the way his face is scrunched up as he closes his eyes, the few beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and how the hand holding the phone is shaking ever so slightly drives you insane. You can hear the squeak of his hotel mattress everytime he moves against it, the steady sound obvious to anyone near his room. The gentle banging of the headboard against the wall would make anyone think he’s Railing someone hard, but it’s just him, desperately rutting against the bed.

Ushi growls out a “Fuck baby” and that’s all it takes for you to arch your back and cry out for him, fingers rubbing speedily at your swollen clit and leaking pussy. The lewd sounds of your sweet slick dripping out of you mixed with the sweet Mewls you let out, driving ushi over the edge. His hips roll one, two times before he grunts out, body shaking as he cums, spilling all over his boxers and the sheets underneath him. His cock is throbbing over the thought of cumming inside you, marking you as his. Breeding you and filling you up with his cum. He lets out a shaky breath, staring into your eyes as he watches your arm moving fast in the view of the camera.

“Cum for me” he growls, voice low and gruff as he commands you to cum. And you’re not one to disobey him, your fingers move faster as you grind up into your touch. A high whimper leaves your mouth as you reach the point of orgasm, swiftly followed by a loud and needy moan, directing it at your boyfriend. Your body shakes and twitches as you ride it out, a layer of sweat adorning your skin.

“Fuck...” you whisper, finally going limp against the sheets and pillows “I miss you... so much” his gaze has softened as he smiles gently at you. He so desperately wants to reach through the screen to stroke your cheek with his thumb, hooking his fingers under your chin and pull you in for a deep kiss. To feel how your spit mixes together, and how it drips over your chin after he’s fucked you dumb on his cock.

He chuckles deeply, it rumbling through his chest “Oh just you wait till I’m home baby”

He was late. Which was a first, because there was no skirting around anything with him, either five minutes early or exactly on time. Maybe it was the nerves making you work double speed, looking at the clock every other second, turning on your phone and forgetting to actually look at the time and having to turn it on again, revisiting the last message he’d sent you - a blunt text telling you he was just getting a taxi from the airport and that he should be back in about thirty minutes.

Forty minutes ago. The skin around your thumb was raw with how you’d been nibbling at it, but not from nerves, if the dampness of your underwear and the tension in your core was anything to go by. No, you were ridiculously turned on, from what? From everything, from nothing, from him and that goddamn look he gave you two nights ago, paired with a few choice words that sparked lightning up your spine just remembering them.

“Baby.”

In that blunt, dark voice of his, croaky from sleep and strained from moaning your name, lips swollen from how hard he’d been biting it to stop himself grunting and snarling as loud as he usually did. God - that was what you were waiting for, the sounds of him, the smell of him, the taste of him, of his mouth, of his fingers, of his cock.

You shivered, a wave of lust clouding your mind for a split second, daring to slide a hand between your thighs, trembling and tensing already, and all you’d done was think about him. 3 days, 3 fucking days and you were reduced to this quivering mess on the couch at the thought of Ushijima coming through that door and finally - finally giving you what he’d promised during that call.

A muffled vibration and ding sprung you from your thoughts, from your quick spiralling down into a puddle on the floor, ripping your fingers from your underwear to pick up your phone, heart stopping and breath catching at the singular word on the screen.

Here

It was a fucking word and yet, a fresh wave of arousal flushed through your body and you struggled to stand, shaking with adrenaline and panting heavily, the implications of the word taking a toll on your body and if you were in your right mind - you’d probably slapped yourself and remarked on how desperately pathetic you were acting. But it had been 3 days, 3 agonising days of waiting and texting and barely being able to talk to him outside his strict schedule and your shifts at work.

And now? He was here, he was here and you could hear the elevator ding at the end of the corridor and the back of your neck heated, and all you could see was the front door and your hand gripping the handle, and something thumped to the ground and -

He was here. Ushijima - he was stood right there, at arm’s length, neck pillow tucked under one arm and duffle bag slumped at his feet. That must have been the thing that fell to the floor, but you don’t really care because he’s staring at you with the dark, dangerous look on his face and it should have struck playful fear into you but all you could do was whimper,

“Toshi,”

You sounded so much better saying his name in real life, fresh and feeble and sending blood draining from his head so fast, one hand shot out to grab the door frame. Ushijima strained, against everything, knuckles turning white and he probably could have cracked the woodwork, cock unbearably hard and aching within seconds of seeing you. It would have been a lie to say that he hadn’t been half hard the entire time after your call, unable to get the vision of you with your head tossed back and your eyes scrunching in pleasure, cumming deliciously from the frantic movements of your fingers beneath your pyjamas.

“Again,”

You squeak, he’s never sounded like that before, never been so low and so gruff, on the verge of snapping, avoiding your eye because if he could see the wrecked gaze you fixed on him -

“Toshi - please,”

His shirt ripped from the force with which he tore it over his head, one arm getting caught in his desperate attempt to strip and he very nearly tripped when his foot caught in the strap of his duffle bag, dragging it over the threshold before untangling himself,

“Again, say it again baby,”

He’s on you before you know what’s going on, kicking the door shut but neither of you hear it click, too consumed in each other to really worry about the fact his bag is preventing you two from having complete privacy. But you can’t think, you can’t form a single thought apart from,

“Toshi - Toshi more please!” Ushijima’s mouth swallowing your words almost instantly, one of his hands cupping the entirety of the back of your head, tilting you just so and allowing him to lick into you, feasting on your lips and tongue like a man starved and for a second, you realise he probably is. And so are you, god - you’re hungry for everything he has to offer, wrapping your hands around his waist and trying desperately to shove his sweat pants down, hissing when he accidentally bit your lip too hard but he’s dipping to your neck and delivering an even harsher bite -

“Fuck,”

Your legs give out, like they usually do under his rough assaults of your neck but you often have a bed or a couch behind you, nothing cushioning you from the hard wood floors of the hallway except for the fat of your ass and his arms encircling your head and shoulders.

“Here - I’m fucking you here, I can’t wait,” Ushijima follows you down, mouth barely leaving yours, form engulfing yours, hands trapping yours. He spreads you out on the cold floor, snarling when he gets a face of your chest from how violently you arch at the temperature and the painful nips left over the skin of your collar bone.

Ushijima isn’t much of a talker when he’s got you trembling underneath him, but the comments that are spat unfiltered from his mouth do absolutely nothing to curb the bright hot lust making you loose all semblance of control,

“Fuck - you’re soaking, did you wait for me? Did you make yourself cum again after I ended the call? No? I didn’t - I’ve been waiting for two days to do this, to touch you like this, put my hands on your body like this - fuck baby you’re so needy - no, here, look at me,”

You hadn’t even realised you had closed your eyes and thrown your head back, feeling thick fingers digging into your jaw and forcing you to look at him, dark eyes tracing every inch of your face while he dragged the other hand down your torso, short nails catching the loose fabric of your dress. It was a short moment of clarity; him looking at you, you looking at him, eyes softening so something akin to affectionate love before it was overwhelmed with predatory intent, that soft touch of his hand shoving your thighs apart and sinking into your underwear,

“M’not - I can’t wait, I can’t - let me,”

“Yes! Yes! Toshi please!”

You two sound ridiculous, desperate and clawing at each other, your smaller fingers shoving his trousers down over his ass and your entire body jolts when his cock dropped heavily on to your cunt, hot and angry and hard as fucking steel, throbbing against your clit and you clench around nothing, the anticipation too much to contain.

Ushijima is in no better state than you, fumbling with his footing with snaps of his jaw and he’s entirely too rough with the way he pumps himself, grinding against the silk of your cunt in a feeble attempt to try and prep you, to make the breach less painful, less of a stretch but you need that, you do and it’s driving you crazy, and it’s probably driving him crazy too,

“Go - Toshi, please, I can’t - fuck me please!”

The strength that emerges from the man astounds you every time, hoisting your thighs high up his waist and then apparently changing his mind, throwing your ankles over his shoulders and looming over you, sinking into you with once, debilitating thrust of his hips. And the noise that left him, oh god - it was borderline animalistic, debauched and wrecked, and one of the hottest things you think you’ve ever heard.

He’s got his hands either side of your head, clawing against the floor for purchase, immediately starting a brutal pace, the slap of his skin on yours echoing throughout the apartment, drowned out only by the high pitched squeals coming from your mouth and the filthy way he was talking down at you,

“Taking me so well baby, so fucking well - m’so proud of you, didn’t need any prep - fuck! So tight, so goddamn tight f’me -,” he doesn’t soften, not when the sounds of your pussy creaming around his cock grows louder with every sharp snap of his hips, shoving your legs into your chest and forcing harsh shouts from your throat,

“Yes! Daddy - missed you so, so much - harder, please! I’ll be s’good for you, so good just - hah - harder!”

Neither of you realise that every sound your bodies produce, every squelch and click of your cunt, every growl and deep snarl from his chest, every needy squeal and plea from your lips can be heard all the way down the corridor. The front door was still open, propped from where the duffle bag had prevented it from closing, the light from the corridor providing a perfect spotlight for the unsuspecting neighbour who dared venture out to see what all the noises were.

The vision of Ushijima’s back rippling and rolling with his bringing his hand to close around your throat, prompting a garbled hiccup and tears to spring in your eyes, and your little feet dangling uselessly over his shoulders probably should have rendered them silent, shocked and rooted to the spot.

But the quiet gasp was caught by the hulking creature on top of you, quirking his head and making eye contact with them for a split second before simply resuming his quick, paralysing thrusts, harder even than before - drawing a high pitched wail from your throat and there was no mistaking the fluid splashing on the floor, mingling with white and smearing over his balls, slapping against your ass.

A leg struck out, kicking the door shut and locking the duffle outside, looking as sorry for itself and your neighbour, cheeks flushed and eyes slightly glassy, still reflecting the vision of you cumming harshly on Ushijima’s cock, and him simply continuing to fuck you through it, the sounds of you two muffled but no less poignant against the calm stupor of the corridor.

And so what if it carried on, moving through the apartment and quiet possibly earning a complaint from the complex security but neither of you could hear the phone ringing over the bed creaking and slamming against the wall, too consumed in each other, too wound up in the sounds you could pull and the reactions you could bring forward. Damn - if him only being gone for three days turned you both into needy desperate animals, then how the hell would you cope with his next match that required over a week away in a completely different country?

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[hansolmates]

me: *types yet another college au* camille when are you going to stop making university aus

me: *continues to write college aus* apparently nnneeeeevvvvveeeeerrrr