#I want to talk about itttttt

[starry-teacup]

like real people do by Hozier is SUCH a violinspector song bc think about it:

-the singer is the remnant of someone laid to rest long ago who has a limited perspective in comparison to the one they're singing to

-their lover has a much greater experience of the universe but some important stories they're not telling about themself to the singer

and it just makes me think of post-tbi lyf being not quite lyfrassir edda anymore and how Marius' backstory is never really explained. lyf is an echo of what they used to be discovered by a traumatized person who never even alludes to what has led him to be who he is today

but anyway this works even BETTER in a scenario where after getting bifrosted lyf loses their memory before Marius finds them.

the singer wonders what the lover was searching for, what led them to find them buried deep in the earth (or in this case, floating deep in space). They decide it's better not to ask and to enjoy the warmth so alien to them that being with their lover grants them.

Marius was searching for lyf's ship when he found them, but upon finding they don't remember anything, decides to try to keep their story from them in an attempt to cover up the fact that he left them, and to shield them from the trauma that the memory of loss will bring them. Lyf gets the sense that Marius is keeping something from them, but he makes them feel real and alive, like a real person, something they'd lacked all those years floating alone through the cosmos without companion or memory. They decide they trust Marius and don't push him on it.

So yeah I'm writing a fanfic lol

[nururu]

I fucking hate having a curvy thick body so fucking much I literally want to cut myself to pieces. this isn't about anyone but myself so please don't take it personally. I have such bad dysphoria all the time bc no matter what I will never look masculine and manly even if I do fully transition bc my hips are so fucking wide like they're abnormally wide and will never go away and they're the center of my dysphoria and I fucking hate it. I'll never look the way I need to look to feel good about myself. never. I just want to eat a bomb and explode from the inside out and just wipe the slate clean on this timeline.

[elektroblues]

recoil mutuals what are ur fave remixes ^-^

[tolerateit]

ok the thing … that i don’t get is how this lovely secret santa event is being called such negative things when the person in charge made themselves clear many times, kept reaching out repeatedly, and literally said what was going to happen. like you’ve logged on here, you didn’t answer them when they kept trying to contact you, if you couldn’t do it make it clear somehow instead of silence and confusion, even if you put in your bio or in a post that you’re on hiatus. also, we are all going through rough shit right now. this was supposed to make people happy and feel good, and instead of maybe simply saying you’re sorry you missed it and you’ll make something soon or try to be better in the future you’re getting your back up and pointing fingers with accusatory bs. this was announced a REALLY long time ago!!! you had time to do or say SOMETHING!! and considering you were not responsive to everything posted and sent, why should they think you’d answer another message or dm about this?

[alasy]

Yeoreum going through her monologue of how liking/loving people makes you vulnerable to sadness, and how allowing yourself to feel good things towards people can also turn back to you as disappointment and hurt, because when you love someone you hurt just as much, and at the end, after all that, just taking a deep breath and going "tf was that ew such a drama queen" and running to meet him in the middle of the night. THAT'S WHAT IT'S ABOUT! It's about acknowledging that loving people does make you vulnerable but that it can NEVER make yourself hold back from feeling things, because you'll feel hurt eventually you like it or not and there's nothing you can do to stop it. so you better embrace it.

[garpond]

shit im not proud of under the cut

i think im just in the "trying to figure out WHY this is happening to me" stage of coming to terms w being trans but i just genuinely wish i could figure out like. aside from the shitty treatment we get from society, that obvs makes sense, Why is gender dysphoria so upsetting? What makes it that way? Why do I genuinely want to blow my brains out right here and now over this? What are the stakes? it feels so abstract and weird to me right now, please don't take offense to this im not integrating this into my worldview or trying to claim that i view it as an inherently weird thing or a non-issue... I just feel so much frustration with myself and I'm really not thinking clearly and I think I have a lot of internalized transphobia to work through but. I just can't comprehend why I'm so upset. Why it matters so much. I don't feel this same kind of distress when I think about the other things I don't think I'll ever have in life even though they feel like in a practical sense they should be more important... why do I feel like I'd be 100% okay with never being able to live my own life away from my abusive family or have friends or fall in love or ever make a meaningful connection irl with another human being again, if only I could be a man during it? Why is THAT the most viscerally distressing of it all? I look at myself and as soon as i Notice that I'll never be what I want to be I just want to enact so much sickening violence on me that it makes me ill to think about. What the fuck causes that? I know I'm not supposed to feel like there's something wrong with me but there are times when i really really think somethings wrong with me. or at least i understand why a majority of society would view me as psychosexually disturbed because of this or think my trauma cased this by fucking my brain up. like i just cant find an explanation, can't grasp why my self image and perception of who I am is so important to me when I should be worrying about freedom and safety instead. i just dont get it and im tired. theres nothing i can fucking do about it or any of it. i want to go back to not thinking about it but i cant

[aintsosunny]

Guys monster prom is so so so so so so so so good you definitely should buy the franchise bundle for $20 https://store.steampowered.com/bundle/28424/Monster_Prom_Franchise_Bundle/

[lagataprrr]

Blame it on the Club’s Playlist | Chapter 4 Low

S. Gojo x plus!size fem reader

Warnings: p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving), creampie, squirting, car sex, brief description of grinding, heavy makeout session, dacriphylia, let me know if I missed any

Blame it on the Club's Playlist| Series Masterlist

Credits to @super-marvel-dc for the gojo divider!!! They have more on their profile🥹

a/n: I low-key feel the beginning was slightly rush but I just wanted reader and Satoru to finally get some time togetherrrrrr. this took me like around 3 days to finish lmfaooo. but I hope you guys love itttttt. if youd like to be added to the taglist please comment below!

God you felt like a fucking asshole. You probably looked pathetic to him.

Nice job Y/N, you really know how to ruin things. Your mind continuously sneered at you.

Your currently rolled almost like a burrito in the mess of blankets on your bed, hugging a pillow to your body and feeling worse as you fell into a deeper hole of sadness. Luxio lay on the corner of your bed, his paws tucked under him as his green eyes watched the lump of blankets (you) move or twitch every few minutes. Your room was dark, curtains still drawn not helping the mood at all.

The alarm on your phone started going off, this was the third one you've snoozed. You knew you were supposed to be getting ready for class, but you just can't bring yourself to do it.

You already fucked up one thing, don't add your grades to it.

You let out a groan, uncurling yourself from the blankets and getting off the bed. You did your normal routine of showering and getting ready, opting for some black comfy sweatpants and a black hoodie to pair it with, your feet clad in warm socks and you slipped on your tan colored crocs and headed out the door. As soon as you reached your complex parking lot you're surprised to see your friends leaning against your car.

"Hi bestie, you okay?"

As soon as they see the tears well up in your face but you press the sleeve of your hoodie over them quickly they frown, one of them engulfing you in a hug. "Talk to us."

And that's how you found yourself back on the comfort of your bed, being comforted by your friends. Telling them everything that had happened on Friday, while they had ordered your favorite takeout and comfort drink. Luxio perched on the window sill watching you with your friends.

"Aww babe, I'm sorry that happened."

"But please remember that you are so beautiful." Both friends grabbing your hands, and your lip quivered. "And I don't think this will ruin how Gojo sees you."

"He probably thinks so low of me right now." You groan, covering your face with your hands.

"Babe, Gojo is into you. And I'm talking like real bad." Your friend says, her hand on your shoulder. "His friend Geto was talking to me in the line of the coffee shop, and he was telling me Gojo is obsessed with you."

You furrow your brows, looking up. "What?"

"Yeah, Gojo is pretty much head over heels for you."

"Let's not forget he literally took you out on a date?!" Your other friend exclaims.

"Friends date." You correct.

"You're so oblivious when you want to be, and it's cute."

"I have an idea." Your friend jumps up, heading straight to your closet. Skimming through your clothes as she talks. "You feel bad about ruining your night with Gojo, why don't you call him and talk to him?"

"No-"

"I think it's a good idea, plan something and invite him. It doesn't have to lead to anything, but just talk to him. I know you like him, and he likes you."

You chewed on your bottom lip. "I'll ruin it."

"You need to get out of your head babe, I promise it'll work out."

"Don't worry about the details, just worry about getting all dolled up and we'll pick you up." One of them says and your other friend nods. Both of them kissing your cheek as they leave.

♡

"So are you just gonna mope all day?" Suguru asks, tapping his pen over Satoru's head. The white haired man lets out a muffled groan against his pillow. "Come on man, just call her." Satoru's words were muffled as he spoke, and Suguru gripped his hair and lifted his head up. "Come again?"

"She hates me."

"She doesn't hate you man, just talk to her."

Satoru shakes his head, slamming his face back down on the pillow. He felt like an asshole. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable but he just didn't know what to do better.

"Why don't you invite her to Toji's party tonight?"

Satoru rolls over, laying his arm over his stomach and staring at his ceiling. "I don't want her to think I'm just inviting her to fuck or something."

"Then just say it could be another friend date."

As soon as he said this his phone chimed, Suguru picking up his phone and reading over the message a smirk on his lips. "It's for you." He passes Satoru the phone to which he grabs begrudgingly, only for him to sit up at lightning speed as he read it.

Ethereal Girl just sent 4 new messages.

Ethereal Girl:

hi!

This is Y/N's friends, we heard all about what happened and I know you like her and she likes you. So we've convinced her to go to tonights party at the frat house, and she is willing to see you there for another 'friends' date.

If you're really into her like your friend said, meet her there and be patient with her! Compliment her like you do, and I promise you're sweeping her off her feet asap.

Also we're deleting these messages from her phone so she doesn't see them, so do not respond. And be nice when you see her, we have no problem kicking your ass if you're not. :)

"Now help me finish our project so we can get you to your girl."

♡

The frat house was blasting music, people coming in and out of the building, some even stumbling from the amount of drinks they'd taken. Your friends pulled you after them into the house, immediately your greeted with the smell of alcohol, sweat and probably, weed?

"I need something to drink-"

"NO!" Both of your friends exclaim. "Tonight you will be sober and yourself. No alcohol." "Alcohol is a confidence booster." You remind and they shake their head.

"For this to work, you will be your cute and sweet self."

"Let's dance now that we're here." One of them says and pull you into the mess of people in the middle of the big living room.

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)

You laughed as your friend practically threw her ass on you, your other friend squealing as she recorded.

The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

You forgot for just a few seconds the reason why'd you come to the party, your friends antics taking over everything in your mind. But that was just for a few seconds, because from afar your eyes zeroed in on the white bed oh hair that was leaning against the wall, nursing a drink in his hand while he talked to a girl. Your entire body visibly deflated at the view, he seemed to be laughing at something the girl had said, and she shook her head, her short hair swaying as she did and placing a hand on her hip.

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!) She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

You should have known, you knew better. Why would you ever get your hopes up? This ran through your mind, and eventually you shook your head.

This isn't the first time its happened, get over it.

You turn to your friends and send them a big smile, as you started dancing with them.

Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go This crazy all night spendin' my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Them birthday cakes they stole the show

You absentmindedly always ended up looking over at Saotru, feeling that crippling burn on your chest from the sight of him and that girl. Even Geto had eventually joined their conversation, and you felt that twinge of envy, or was that jealousy?

Though you were snapped out of your gaze when a had landed on your waist, looking behind you to see it was a guy you've never seen before.

"Hey, why is a hot girl like you dancing all alone?" He says, his breath reeked of alcohol, the type to make your stomach churn, and his words almost sounded slurred.

"I'm not alone, I'm with my friends..." Though you trailed off, your friends were no where near ins right.

So sexual, she was flexible Professional, drinkin' X and O Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa

"I don't see them."

You shake your head and push his hands off you, turning around to face him. "Yeah, I better go look for them."

"What? No, you gotta finish your dance with me-"

"Yeah, I don't think so." A familiar voice spoke up behind you, a warm hand on your hip making you jump from the contact. Immediately recognizing the grip, as you looked at the drunk man in front of you scoff. "You're drunk, walk away, man."

The drunk man grumbled something before stumbling away.

Did I think I see shawty get low? Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow Work the pole, I got the bank roll I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes

Now that you were with Satoru, your mind went into overdrive trying to apologize for the other night. His blue eyes watching as you stumbled over your words, you were also unknowingly picking at the skin around your nails, making him grab your hands. This made you stop, looking at him.

"I'm not mad at you, pretty girl. I just don't want to scare you away."

You were trying to find the words, the right ones to tell him that you liked him. That he was driving you insane, and you wanted him so bad. You needed him again. And so you did the first thing that came to mind, you placed his hands on your hips and turned around. Pressing yourself against him, shaking your ass to the beat of the song, as you brought an arm up and pulled his head down, turning your head just in time to kiss him.

I'm into that, I love women exposed She threw it back at me, I gave her mo' Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes She had them

Satoru was quick to respond to the kiss, his grip on your hips tight as he danced with you. Your tongues clashed and sure, you knew you were still in public, but most of the people here were drunk and paying you no mind. You pulled away for air and Satoru was quick to trail kisses down your jaw. "Satoru..."

"Hmmm?" He sucked a small bruise around your neck, making you gasp.

"I like you..."

Satoru stopped his actions, glancing at you with a grin. Placing a kiss on your lips and then turned you around so you would be facing him. HIs hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you properly, and you fisted his shirt at this, his taste intoxicating your senses, and his touch making your skin feel alight.

This time Satoru pulls away, pecking your lips one more time. "I like you too."

You smiled, and Satoru swooned. You just looked so beautiful with your smile, and your perfect features complimenting you even more. You pulled him down so your lips lightly grazed his ears as you spoke, "I want you, Satoru."

And his pants suddenly felt so fucking tight. Your words making his tip leak in his boxers, and he was quick to grab your hand and turned you around walking you out of the stuffy party and frat house. Finding his G-wagon quickly unlocking and remote starting it form the key. He opens the back door, and you turn in his arms. Kissing him deeply and playfully biting his lower lip making him groan. "I trust you, Satoru." Was all you said as you climbed into the back seats and Satoru followed you with a boyish grin, closing the door behind him. The ac of the suv was blasting making goosebumps rise on your skin, Satorus hand landed on your shoulder as he gently pushed you back.

"I need to taste you again pretty girl, can I do that?"

"Please." You begged and fuck did that go straight to his cock. His hand on your ankle lifting it up to his lip, placing kisses as he trailed up your leg, his other hand pushing you dress up exactly where he knew you'd want it to be, revealing the black lacy panties that did nothing to hide your beautiful slick cunt. He could see some of your slick on your thighs and he's quick to lick along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, all the way until the apex making you tremble. You were slightly slumped against the door, as Satoru practically lay on the seats, between your legs, as they dangled over his shoulders. He brought both hands to grip you, his thumbs pulling you lips apart and watching as your panties slipped and between them, slick gushing around it.

"Fuck." He muttered, licking along your covered slit, savoring your juices. His hands wrapped around your underwear and lightly tugged. "Gonna take these off, okay baby?" You nod, mouth agape, as you watched. "Need to hear you say it, pretty girl." Pressing a soft kiss over your clit.

"T-Take them off, Satoru. Please," You begged, fingers carding over his white locks softly tugging in reassurance. He's quick to pull your lacy panties down your legs, throwing them on the floor, and was quick to devour you. Lips sucking on your clit making our back arch, and a loud moan slip out of your mouth. Your fingers on his hair pulling a little harder, making him moan onto your clit, the vibrations making you see stars. Satoru was eating like a starved man, hungrily, licking sucking and kissing all over your slobbering pussy. His eyes on you the whole time, enjoying the way your face contorted in pleasure, how goosebumps raised on your skin, beads of sweat on running down your neck despite the cold ac blasting in the car.

His tongue circled your entrance, before making its way inside you. His thumb now pressing circles on your clit as he tried drinking everything single drop your cunt gave him.

"Oh shit, Toru', youre gonna make me cum." You whined, Your legs threatening to close around his head, and it sounded like music to his ears, shaking his head side to side as he continued his ministrations, tongue fucking you to oblivion as he slurped your juices.

"Cum on my face baby, do it." You didn't need to be told twice, your hips twitching and back arching as you let out a scream of pleasure. Your juices rushing out of you, dripping onto the leather seats as Satoru lapped at you, trying so hard not to let anything go to waste. Your legs quivered, as your orgasm rolled over you, getting prolonged, as Satoru lightly bit your clit, making you cry out. Your sensitive bud overstimulated as he sucked on it again, a knot on your lower stomach forming much quicker than the previous one. "Taste so fucking good, pretty girl." His words right against your clit, teasingly pressing his on it, God you looked so ethereal, your brows pinched up and your lower lip quivering at the intense pleasure you were feeling. He nibbled on your clit again and made you cry out, your breath staggering as you came again on his face. Pulling on his hair so hard, Satoru was moaning into your pussy in pleasure, his hips slightly humping his seats trying to feel some form of relief from his tight pants.

Satoru placed soft kisses over your cunt, giving your clit one last kiss before pulling away. Slowly crawling up your body to kiss you, the remnants of your taste on his tongue making you suck on his tongue. The feeling of the outline of his cock through his pants slightly grazed your exposed cunt and you gasped, making press more pressure onto you.

"Fuck baby, you're driving me insane." He said into your mouth, and you let out a breathy laugh. You slowly pushed him back, and for a second Satoru thought you were going to tell him you wanted to leave as you've done before, but your pushing him tills he's sat, bringing your knees under you as you crawled between his legs. It was now him who was sat against the door, watching as your fingers traced over his pants, and unbuttoning them, eyes on him. He's quick to lift his hips and help you pull his pants down to his knees, His boxers had a large stain, from his precum and you slowly leaned down, the view of your ass up in the air as you're placing kisses over his covered cock made him see stars. Twitching in the confinement's of the material, the pressure of your lips over him making his thighs twitch. Your hands now gripped the waste band of his boxers and Satoru once gain helped you pulled them down, his cock springing up and now stood against his stomach, the mushroom head flushed an angry red, with so much precum leaking down his pretty cock. The vein that ran up his cock making you practically drool at the sight, your lips wrapping around his tip while your hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping him as you greedily tasted him. Moaning as you did so, making Satoru moan, his hand collecting your hair so it wouldn't get in the way. Your eyes met his as you took more of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks running and moving your hand away till he hit the back of your throat making you slightly gag. Your hand now fondling his heavy balls, making Satoru's grip on your hair tight, trying to avoid fucking up into your mouth.

"Baby, fuck -ngh- taking me so fucking well." He praised his other hand caressing your cheek and you started bobbing your head. Moaning around his cock, each time gagging slightly as his tip hits your throat. Your drool ran down the sides of your mouth, and your other hand gripped his thigh, nails digging into his skin. "That's it, sucking my cock so good."

You slowly pulled off with a lewd pop, a string of saliva still on his tip. "Fuck my mouth, Toru, please."

He could cum right then and there. But no, he couldn't, not when his pretty girl just asked something of him, and he would oblige. He nods before both hands now cupped your face and lowered you on his cock, his hips lifting as he began fucking his dick into your mouth. His fast pace making his thighs burn, and his tip slamming repeatedly into the back of your throat, tears running down your face as you gagged.

"Gonna cum soon baby, want me to cum in your mouth?' You nod, gurgling around his cock as if to voice what you wanted, only for more drool to coat his cock. His abs clenched under his shirt, and his balls felt so tight, your hand still playing with them. "Gonna swallow all of it like a good girl, okay." You hum, and hollow your cheeks again, greedily sucking him and Satoru throws his head back, his hips now stuttering as his cum spurted out into your mouth, and he tried to keep his hips up, his tip lodged right at your throat as he came. You choked slightly, trying to swallow as much as you could. Some of it leaking out front he side of your lips. Satoru's entire body shivered, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, trying to catch his breath. When he looked back down at you, the sight of you looking so fucked up, mascara running down your face from your tears, his cum dribbling down your chin as you still swallowed whatever was left. His hand gently pulled you off him, cock still hard as it quickly leaned back against his stomach. His thumb swiped over his come on your chin, bringing it to your mouth as you sucked it clean.

"Fuck, come here." He immediately pulled you on him, devouring your mouth with his. Groaning at the tase of himself, greedily sucking your tongue. You whined into his mouth, now straddling his lap, your dress riding up a little higher, your exposed cunt grazing against his cock making your hips jolt. His grip on your hips tight as he slowly pulled you back and forth on his cock, the feeling of him between your lips making you moan.

"I want you to fuck me, Satoru, please." You begged, pushing your hips till his tip pressed against your clit so deliciously you cried out.

"How bad baby?" Even in the midst of his own pleasure he wants to tease you. You pull away from his lips and turn around, ass in the as your arch your back, bringing a hand between you to spread your pussy lips for him. The sight of your hole clenching around nothing, drooling your delicious juices has Satoru's mind short circuiting, the view making him want to cum right there. His quick to get on his knees, hands on your ass, massaging the globes and pulling them apart. "You look so fucking good." His hand homes down hard, the sting of the slap on your ass making you moan. Pushing yourself back onto him, urging him to fuck you. His hands rummaged through the pockets of his discarded pants, looking for a condom till your hand reached out to wrap around his wrist.

"Wanna feel you, Toru, please I want you to fuck me. I need you."

Dropping his pants and forgetting the condom, he grabbed his cock, slowly moving it up and down your cunt until finally pushing in, the feeling of him making you moan. Your walls clenching around him so tight, he swore he'd never be able to get out. Once he was in completely he let out a filthy moan, sweat running down his face, and the grip of his hands on your hips bruising. You clenched and unclenched around him repeatedly, the feeling of his tip nestled against your cervix making you cry out, laying your head on the rich leather of his seats. Satoru was trying so hard not to cum, focusing on regulating his breathing until you pulled your hips forward and pushed them back. Fucking yourself on him, moans spilling out of your mouth.

"Oh fuck" Satoru matched your movements, skin slapping against skin, the wet plap of your juices sticking to his skin sounding like heaven on his ears. His eyes watching as his cock split you open, creaming around his base, and webs of your cum continuously spreading over his thighs and your pussy. "Fucking love this pussy." He moans, hips pistoning into you as you still kept pushing your hips back. "Keep fucking yourself on me, baby."

"Satoru, f-feels so so good." You cried, hands clenched into fists next to your, the skin of your ass rippling with each thrust, your tits threatening to spill out of your dress.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck you raw." He praised, the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit making him clench his stomach. "Missed this pussy, pretty girl. Missed you so much."

"Missed you too, Toru." Tears ran down your face, your breathing ragged, his cock spearing into you at such a delicious pace. You felt so full, each thrust felt like he was in your stomach, and fuck did it feel so good.

"You're not gonna run away again, right baby?"

"N-No." You moan, wailing at the intense pleasure your impending orgasm that was so close.

"Say you're sorry baby, wanna hear you, and then you can cum." Satoru slowed his pace, making you cry.

"I'm sorry, Toru, I'm sorry." You lifted your head a little to look back at him, still pushing your ass back on his cock. "I want you Toru, please please fuck me. Make me cum, please baby."

Satoru's pace turned brutal, the slam of his tip in that spongy spot inside you making black dots appear in your vision, letting one of his hands go under you for his fingers to press circles to your clit making you scream. Hips stuttering, and stomach clenching as you came, juices spraying out, covering his thighs and his seats.

"Oh fuck, fuck, c-cumming I'm cumming." You cried, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Your entire body trembling as your pussy contracted around him making him groan,

"Squirting on me like a good girl." He continued to stimulate your clit, the overstimulation making you bring a hand back to try and slow him down, pressing onto his hard stomach. His other hand let go of your hip as he gripped your wrist, still fucking mean thrusts into you as his fingers pressed on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuck. Toru, please so s-sensitive." You cry, your body jolting forward with his hard thrusts.

"You can cum again, baby, come on." He encouraged, Satoru was on the verge of his orgasm himself, but he just wanted you to cum again. He needed it. You whine, your body shaking as your pussy contacted like a vice around him, another stream of your orgasm spraying out.

Your throat felt so raw from the scream you let out, Satoru groaning as he let go of your arm to grip your hips, his cock painting you white inside. The warmth feeling of his cum making you gasp, some of it dripping around him and onto the seats. Satoru kept fucking his cum into you, his cock yet to stop cumming all on its own. "You're not gonna waste any of my cum, right baby?" You nodded, goosebumps all over your skin as he kept his hips flushed against your ass. His cock softening, as he finally stopped cumming. The both of you trying to catch your breath. Satoru carefully pulled out of you, eyes watching as his cum tried to ooze out of your pussy, before his stuffing it back inside with his fingers making you cry out.

"Toru." You whine, clearly overstimulated. He chuckles and places a kiss on your ass check and pulling out his fingers. Sitting back down as he watched you awkwardly try to cup your hands between your legs, "It's leaking over your seats."

Satoru smiles, giving you a kiss as he pulls you to lean against his chest. "It's okay, I'll get it detailed tomorrow. Just relax." You nodded and leaned your head back on his chest, your mind still buzzing from your orgasms and legs still shaking. You could feel the wet pool of his cum dribbling out of you and onto the seats under you but the warmth of him against you made your eyes almost droopy. "I meant what I said."

"Hm?"

"I like you, a lot." You felt giddy, almost like a school girl with heat creeping up your neck and cheeks.

"Me too."

Satoru leans down to press a kiss on your cheek as you smile. "So... how about a real date?"

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I love yall and thank you for reading <3

[sillygoofyqueer]

i love love loooooove the crow!yuan au you two made!! it reminds me so much of the wing!fic au i'm writing where shen yuan/shen qingqiu has black (raven) wings, and tho it originally was going to be a cultivation thing (like if you reach golden core stage), after reading your ideas i'm crumbling to the urge to make him part crow demon instead🙏 it's just such a good idea!! shen yuan with the shinies and mischief it just fits so well!

in a more canon-complient au, i really liked the idea of shen yuan still being affected with without-a-cure, and the wing that corresponds with the arm that was hit goes "lame" sometimes, so some days he has to drag his injured wing behind him (looking like a pitiful baby bird in all forms). and the other peak lords like carrying him around when he can't fly (liu qingge especially, tho they will NEVER admit it)

i feel it adds more layers to the demon conversation too, where shen yuan, despite being part demon, is still accepted into the sect. maybe partly because his demon form is more "acceptable", it being only wings or a small bird, or because his power-level/demonic qi is quite low and thus not very noticible. but when binghe presents as a demon, it's a heavenly prince, filled with demonic qi and with red eyes and fangs and the whole, and he isn't accepted, but chased off, because he's a "bad one", unlike shen yuan, who is a "good one". it would cause even more of a rift between binghe and shen yuan like that<3

so yeah i just really like the crow!demon au you came up with!!

Hey, I'm not saying to abandon your original ideas of your fic but just know that I'm the devil on your shoulder whispering in your ear "do itttttt." Despite that, your idea does sound insanely awesome! And I would definitely like to read that sometime :] Oh my god, I have a personal love for when Shen Yuan is pampered by the peak lords - especially with this idea of without-a-cure you added (insanely good, by the way, I want it so bad). Shen Yuan just hauling around his wing as it hangs on his back, still determined to do his tasks, until he's hauled up like a particularly unruly child and carried around by Liu Qingge, who is definitely abandoning his own peak to make sure his shixiong is getting around alright. Shen Yuan cannot stand it! He is pissy all the time (he's acting like a stray cat) and he fights back whenever he's picked up by any passing peak lord (looks up at them with his big, pleading wet cat eyes (it does not help his case, the offending peak lord finds it adorable)) - his disciples even giggle as he's carried around!! Is this what he's been reduced to?? Everyone fussing over him and picking him up? (Who do you think is the best at it? I read a fic recently called Shen Yuan Of No Relation and I'm in love with their characterisation of Wei Qingwei, so I have to admit I think he'd be good at it) When Luo Binghe is chased off, of course he's upset that he's treated differently to Shen Yuan! There has been nothing but adoration for Shen Yuan, what makes him different? Is he that much of a monster? Meanwhile, Shen Yuan feels awful because is that what would happen to him if he was just a little bit more demon??? Talk to me more about this and I will swoon, I'm BEGGING violently on my knees. I'm glad that you like the crowyuan au that anon and I cannot seem to stop yapping about (and probably won't for the near future lmao)

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scent of the pine. 7 (e.w)

hi c:

wc;cw 15.4k, sistersbestfriend!ellie, guitarist/producer!ellie, violinist!oc, age gap(three years), all ocs r black coded <3, angst, brief mentions of therapy and depression, FLUFF :D, underage drinking, weed, three smut scenes omfg MDNI!!!, fingering, eating out no buffalo wild wings, strapons, vibrators, scratching, choking, some pain kink lol, some switch!ellie i’m barking, dubcon(they r drunk), nipple play, exhibitionism😳, more music references hi 21, lots of descriptions of sex bc they’re horny n in love, this is pretty cute tbh

THEME FOR THE PART GET INTO ITTTTTT

Ellie heard your sister before she’d seen her. 

She was mindlessly talking to Elijah about the small, recurring glitch she kept hearing in her mix when she heard her boisterous laugh. She stiffened like she heard the whisper of a ghost, Isaiah’s goofy personality pulling giggles out of her mouth as the bar door closed behind them. 

The second their eyes met, Ellie saw your sister’s pupils get overshadowed by shock, then sorrow, then anger. A nasty, uncontrollable anger that she could only watch fester within her. 

Everything happened so fast: Ellie couldn’t hear any of your sister, Isaiah, or Elijah’s shouts over the pounding in her head, until your sister rushed her like she owed her a sum. Ellie immediately went into defense mode at your sister’s bucks; She did not want to fucking fight her, that’s the last thing she wanted, but if that’s what she wanted, so be it. 

Of course, Jesse and Dina were about to let them scrap by any means, so they trapped Ellie behind their bodies while Isaiah held your sibling back, speaking into her ear to calm her… was your sister the girl he always talked about? Was Isaiah the guy you claimed she was seeing? What the fuck! 

Your sister was screaming obscenities at her, but she couldn’t give a fuck— all she could think about was you. Where the fuck did Anthony take you? Were you okay? Fuck, she hoped you weren’t seeing this—

The fuck are you doing here? 

Ellie couldn’t explain the pain that exploded in her chest when she saw you standing near the bar's main hallway: you looked so hurt, so scared of what your sister was going to do until Dina calmed her down enough so she could leave without hassle.

Ellie didn’t want you to talk to your sister by herself, and even though she knew that being within ten feet of your sibling would get her touched, she wanted to make sure you were monitored properly. It took Jesse's strong grip on her arm to stop her from following you out into the rain. 

“Ellie, let her fucking handle it! This isn’t your fight, what the fuck!” 

She didn’t fucking care! She didn’t, she didn’t! You needed her there with you! She thrashed in his grip, gritted out protests, she was this close to biting his fucking arm off! —

“Ellie… Ellie, look at me!” 

Her resistance stilled at the soft hands on her burning cheeks, her hoarse breaths hitting Dina’s face as she looked at her with concerned eyes. She spoke before she could stop herself.  

“Tell him to get off me,” she felt her teeth grinding together in her mouth. 

Dina’s calm voice cut through the roaring sound in her ears. “I’m not telling him that. Please, tell me what’s going on? She's not going to fight her baby sister.” 

Her fists clenched tight. “I fucking know that! You know how fucking overwhelmed she gets, why the fuck did you let her go out there by herself to begin with?!” 

Dina’s hands dropped from her face in agitation. “She said she could handle it, so let her! She’s not a fucking baby anymore, why don’t you trust that she can hold her own?!” 

Ellie didn’t reply as she looked into Dina’s expecting gaze. She took a deep breath and exhaled through her nose as she felt the tension in her shoulders dissipate, making Jesse let up his grip on her. 

She let out another heavy exhale before she spoke shakily, “It’s… It’s not that I don’t trust her. I don’t want her dealing with shit that she can’t handle by herself. That’s fucking it.” 

“How do you know she can’t handle it!” 

Ellie didn’t have an answer for her: she knew that she trusted your judgment without any doubts, but she promised herself that she would always show up for you regardless of if you could handle it on your own or not. She already abandoned you once, and she promised you that she’s never going to let it happen again. She slowly turned her gaze to Isaiah, meeting his frantic eyes. 

“Why the fuck did you bring her here!” 

“Don’t fucking get mad at me! I didn’t think it would be a fucking problem, I don’t even know what’s going on!” 

She let out an exasperated sigh as she shook her head. She knew Isaiah wasn’t at fault for this blow up, —how could he have known that they had beef! — but she was still pissed, “I’ll… I’ll tell you everything later, alright?” 

She brushed past her friends and towards the exit, ignoring their calls of her name. The second she pushed the door open, her ears were instantly filled with your choked wails coming from the parking lot of the bar, and she bolted towards the sound of your cries before she could think. 

She could see you grabbing at your chest like you were trying to tear your own heart out as you attempted to catch your breath, trails of tears rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed. She reached for you and tried to calm you down, tried to get you to breathe with her, but you weren’t listening, shaking your head at her, and desperately grasping at her arms. 

Dina and Jesse had followed her to help lead you back inside, wrapping their arms around your trembling frame to guide you towards the entrance. 

They sat you down in the chair you’d been sitting in the whole night as Ellie tried to talk you down. She watched you wail like you were in excruciating pain, and tears jerked in her own eyes. She could only whisper comfort to you as she pulled her close. 

You just cried, and all she could do was hold you. 

Your sister was absolutely distraught after that night at the bar. 

She raced home, jerkily parking her car as she sobbed all the way up the stairs of her apartment building. She couldn’t stop fucking crying. Her phone had been ringing off the hook the entire drive, calls from Isaiah, Dina, and Jesse bleating in her tossed purse. She didn’t care, she didn’t give a fuck about any of them. Fuck them, fuck you! 

How could you do this to her?! She’d sacrificed everything she knew, everyone she loved so that you could be comfortable! She never failed to place your security above all else in every situation, and you turn around and do this? Fraternize with the fucking enemy?! 

… She needed to smoke so fucking badly. 

She cut her pacing around the living room short as she stomped towards her purse. She dug around for her phone to turn it off, but she saw the all too familiar baby fawtha🧑🏾‍🦱👅🥰 across her screen. 

Why the fuck did Isaiah even bring her there in the first place? 

She remembered how excited he looked the entire drive over to the bar: rambled about how excited he was to see the owner again, boasted about his mix, about how talented and cool his ‘good friend’ is, how badly he wanted your sister to meet her. 

Y’all would get along so well. You’re just fucking alike, swear to god! Crazy asses. 

Your sister declined the call before turning her phone off, fresh tears searing in her eyes as she tossed her belongings on the floor and kicked her shoes off. She couldn’t ignore the emptiness in her soul, a vacant space that hadn’t closed in hopes that the girl that used to fill it would ease back into her life someday. But she was too prideful, too bull-headed. 

She’d convinced herself to never admit it, but she was still mourning the loss of her best friend years later. Her fucking family. 

Your sister tried to ignore the painful pang in her chest when she recalled her ex-friend's shocked face when she walked in, but she couldn’t. 

She just cried. 

TWO MONTHS LATER

Before you and Arya returned to campus, Ellie watched you like a hawk. She made sure you were eating, cleaned, and comforted. She even offered you and your best friend a ride all the way back to campus, but you politely declined, saying that you needed time to think on your own. She understood completely and held you all the way up until you called Arya to come pick you up. She surrounded you with affection and care, and you didn’t want to leave her embrace. You’ll never forget how close she held you, taking in your scent and you, hers. You heard her release the gentlest I love you into your shoulder, and tears gathered in your eyes when you held her closer. 

She made sure to reach out to you multiple times a week, asking how you were doing, if you needed anything. She even made you smile with her jokes on occasion, you wished she was here with you. 

Arya has been so sweet as always, making sure to console you whenever she has free time (it’s her last semester! you’re so proud of her), and while you were so thankful for her patience and attentiveness, you desired some time for yourself. You’ve been managing for a couple of weeks now; You were still heartbroken, but you would survive. 

You threw yourself into composing the second you returned to campus. You practiced and practiced until the tips of your fingers were scabbed and numb, symphonies ringing in your head before you passed out in your bed every night. Tchaikovsky would be impressed by the darkness that surrounded you.

You haven’t seen or spoken to your sister since she cursed you out and left you in the middle of the wet parking lot. She hasn't returned your bouts of apologetic text messages or phone calls, has been inactive on all her social media, and you only hear about her life through your mother’s joyous rambles on the phone. You were almost scared to return home for the summer in a couple weeks; Would your unsuspecting mother be curious as to why your sister hadn’t stopped by the house to see you? You hoped she didn’t have any of her random family dinners planned for the next three months, you wouldn’t be able to bear seeing your sister's disgusted face whenever she looked at you. 

You missed her terribly, and you hoped she could forgive you someday. 

You locked yourself in your campus’s small rehearsal room, the tiny space littered in eggshell paint and stocked with one classical piano and microphone. 

Your peers barely came in here due to its nearly constricting size, but you loved how closed off it was. It became your little escape destination since you found it a month ago, and the four opaque walls brought you a strange sense of comfort. 

You were tuning your violin, preparing to mimic Stravinsky on The Rite of Spring as you listened to students pass through the hallway on the other side of the door. 

You propped your woodwind onto your shoulder and immediately played the screechy opening notes of Ritual of Abduction, the shrilling, nearly erratic melody filling the room. Thank god for soundproof walls! 

The world around you slowly disappeared as you were launched into your tiny universe, the one that you dominated. The shrieking swallowed you whole, took over your body, made you feel invincible! How could someone make the lightness of Springtime sound so disastrous! 

It was aggressive, it was loud, and you could feel the power rushing through you. Music was everything to you, it was yours, you would never let it go!

You weren’t even following the notes of the sheet paper you memorized anymore, playing completely from instinct as your eyes closed. You couldn’t even tell if it sounded terrible or not, but you didn’t care. You just played and played until your fingers burned. Played with anger and sadness and love. Played for your mother, your best friends, Ellie, your sister. Your sister, you missed her so much! —

You nearly jumped into the air at your professor's voice, the wails of your woodwind coming to a halt. You spun and was met with his curious expression, “Hey, sorry, I came to get another pair of headphones, I would’ve knocked if I knew someone was in here! “

You dropped your instrument from your shoulder, “No! No, no, it’s fine, I was just leaving, actual— “

“Sorry, I didn’t know you played violin, that’s dope!”

“Uh, yeah, I… uh, I’ve played for a while,” you couldn’t ignore the heat that took over your face at the compliment. Even though you’ve grown accustomed to reading them online, you were always stunned when you received them from the people around you. 

“Damn. So, d’you compose, too, or?” 

“… Sometimes, yeah. I-I just started.” 

“That’s crazy! How come you never participate in the events we have, man?”

Your eyes darted to the wall before returning to his. “Uh… M’too scared to,” you said bluntly.

You expected him to laugh at your pitiful admission, but his brows furrowed in concern as he gently shut the door behind him. “Okay… do you mind if I sit for a second?” 

“… Sure,” you gave in and set your violin down on the piano as you shrugged, grabbing two folded chairs that were up against the wall. 

You handed him one before you moved to the empty side of the room, “So, talk to me! What’s been going on with you? I’ve been a little concerned these last couple of weeks, not gonna lie.” 

You sighed heavily, “Just… just family stuff, y’know.” 

“I feel you. What you were playing was kinda… y’know…” 

You huffed out a laugh. “Depressing?” 

“I didn’t say it!” He said jokingly. You smiled softly. 

“But honestly,” his tone got more serious. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, especially here. Everyone’s trying to improve so they can be their best selves. Whether it’s live music or not. That’s literally the whole point!” 

You nodded, but stayed quiet, listening intently, “I know it can be really scary, trust me, everyone that works here has been in your position! But nothing feels better than watching people appreciate and enjoy your creation. It’s… it’s unexplainable. I would hate for you to leave this experience without feeling that at least once.” 

You digested his advice. Next semester would be your last, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit remorseful. You’ve gone an entire two years—fuck, two decades—ducking from opportunities that people gave you to play for them, and it has done nothing but keep you in a hole of self-loathing and doubt. The disappointment was starting to set in: you were in the exact same place you were when you were a kid. Have you really stunted your own growth this terribly? 

“Y’knooow, we still have our little Fall festival next term. Nothing scary, it’s like a high school talent show with some seasoning. Lawry’s!” He suggested goofily.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. You nodded as you looked at him, “I’ll think about it— “

“No more of that! You’re going, and you’re performing! Say it, c’mon!” He brought his hand up to his ear that was pointed towards you. 

You tsked with a smile, “C’mon, dude.” 

“We’re not leaving till I hear it! I’ll nail that door shut!” 

“… M’going and performing,” you mumbled. 

“Sorry, I thought I heard something! What was that!”

“I'm going and performing!” 

“Going and performing where!” 

“The Fall festival!” 

He nodded in satisfaction as he stood from his seat, “I’m holding you to that! If you don’t go, you’re not getting your degree!” 

He walked towards the door before turning to you, speaking in a hushed tone, “Oh! Tell your roommate to check her gahtdamn e-mail!” 

You laughed harder, “I will!” 

“See ya, man. Don’t waste this.”  

You waved as he gently shut the door behind him, leaving you in your thoughts. 

You looked over to your violin on the piano as you sighed. 

Its brow was raised at you, awaiting your decision. 

Your thoughts raced. 

The semester came to a close, and you and Arya were on your way home. 

She’s been so excited the entire train ride: jabbering about her future in writing and producing, how she’s about to become world renowned in the industry, how she’s going to die a musical legend! You were so excited for her; you couldn’t wait to follow wherever her creativity led her. 

The closer you got to your hometown, the more nervous you felt. 

What the hell was going to happen when you walked into your home? Your mother sounded so excited to see you on the phone before you departed, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about your sister. 

Your thoughts were cut when your phone dinged on the small table in front of you, Ellie’s contact popping up. Your mood brightened a bit. 

hiiiii :3 cant wait 2 see u miss u so fucking bad 

A small grin grew in your face. You carefully unlocked your phone, mindful of your sleeping friend's head laid on your shoulder. 

miss u too :(((( 

u home yet? 

no we still got 2 hours to go!! moms coming w dessert u know how she is

🥺🥺save me some? 

LOOOOOOOL u hate bread pudding 

not hers! >:) she shouldve dropped that cook book eons ago 

TEAAAA 

omg when am i gonna see u :(

still in cali baby :((( 

u free on 4th of july weekend? fuck america but u know

yeyeyeye

LOOL idk if you’d b willing to fly out but we’re turning up!! sai n all our friends r having this little beach party but we’re making a weekend out of it everyone’s going :p come w us🥺

dee n jesse r coming too!!!! 

we don’t have 2 go if u don’t wanna but i think it’d be fun :p

Your thumbs hovered over the small keyboard at the mention of Isaiah. You wondered what he thought about all that’s happened; Him and your sister seemed to be so happy whenever you saw them together. Were they still together? Were they even official to begin with? You hardly knew anything about their bond, and it saddened you. You missed your sister. 

But you also recognized how these episodes took over your entire being. You hated how your downward spirals left you feeling worthless. 

Before the semester ended, you reached out to your therapist and told her about what happened over Spring Break. It’d been a while since you spoke to her, but that particular meeting was one of the most vulnerable ones you’ve had in a long time. Instead of placing emphasis on the devastation you felt like you usually would’ve, you asked for some of the first steps of becoming… better. As a person, as a musician, as a girlfriend, everything. You needed this for yourself: you were tired of feeling so… empty. There were moments where you were so full of life, so elated and bright and hopeful for the future, only to come crashing back down to your dark reality because of your own insecurities. You’re sick of hyper-fixating on your imperfections and shortcomings. Your journey of self-love is incredibly overdue, and you were preparing to be softer with yourself. You vowed that you wouldn’t neglect yourself or your aspirations anymore! 

If your sister was going to hate you for falling in love with Ellie, then there's nothing you could do about it anymore. You prayed that wasn’t the case, but you were willing to accept the consequences for her, even if it meant losing the person closest to you. 

Your therapist swore to hold you to that. 

You’ve never flown on a plane before, but the opportunity of a new experience was slowly luring you in. People always talk about how fun California is during the summer, and one of your favorite people is going to be with you the entire time! 

… Why the hell not? 

i wanna go 

who’s buying that plane ticket tho 😳

AHHHHHHHHEJWJJW

me tf

i brought some of my dicks out here YESSIIRRR

LFMMMFAOAOOO ur a dumbass 

but☺️☺️need that tbh 

word? 

word🙄 don’t b annoying 

gonna fuck u so good 

ur so good at eating pussy 

gonna make love to yo u 

WHEN WE MAKE LOOOVEEEE YOU GO AWWWAWWWAWWW 

YOUREJW STUPIIDDDKSOW 

GET OFF MY PHONE DICK

LOOOOOOOL 

titty pic first? i gotta headache 🤕 

UR BLOCKED

mmm fuuuuck keep being mean im gnna cuuuum uhhhhh

i love u 

kiss 

UR GAY!!!! DISGUSTING!!! 

jk love u baby 

sososo much 

mineminemine

mwwwwwwAH!

mwahmwahwamhwahhhhmwwah 

lmk when u get in town!! 

i will stinky!!! ily 

love uuuuu 

You were cheesing so hard until you heard a sleepy chuckle come from beside you. Your cheeks burned even harder as you placed your phone face-down on the table. Curse Arya and her nosiness! 

“Y’all are so… fucking… gay. I hate queer bitches.” 

“Shut up!”

Your best friend laughed into your shoulder even louder. 

It had only been a couple of weeks since you’d been home, but you were having the time of your life. 

After Starr and Kris returned to town, the four of you went everywhere together: the fair, out to brunch and dinners, to the movies, long drives with no destination. You even followed Kris to the gym once: you only lifted for fifteen minutes, but you tried, and that’s all that matters! You took every opportunity to spend time with your friends, and you enjoyed every second of it. You’ve never been this active on Instagram in your life! 

You also took the initiative to record yourself—your face included! — playing one of your own compositions, even though you haven’t posted it yet. The six-minute video was already edited and ready to go, but you didn’t want to rush yourself too quickly. You weren’t ready for your audience to hear it just yet, but you were getting there faster than you thought. You were determined to post it before the summer was over. 

Baby steps. 

There were only three days until you flew to California: trying to convince your mom to let you leave the state alone was almost impossible, but once you emphasized that you’d be staying with Ellie, she lightened up a bit. She was still very skeptical and demanded that you call her three times a day, but she eventually resigned and granted you permission. 

Starr and Kris were laid across your bed as they walked you through packing while Arya retwisted her hair in your bathroom, you sat on the floor rummaging through your drawers. 

“Bro, it’s fucking summer! Cali is like… nine-thousand degrees during this time, you need at least four bikinis!” 

You chuckled at Starr as you folded your rash guard, “I wanna try to surf, though. I don't want my boobs flying out.” 

“I bet that’d make your girl happy,” Kris added as she stuck her tongue out at you, making Arya and Starr snicker. 

You shook your head at them as your cheeks burned, “… Shut up.” 

Arya, of course, didn’t care. You heard her release fake, high-pitched moans of oh, Ellie! oh, god! I love you! harder, yeah! come from behind you as your two friends laughed harder. 

“I said shut up! My mom’s downstairs, have some couth!” Your face was burning, at this point. You couldn’t stand them, sometimes!  

“Whatever, can you smuggle drugs for us?” You heard Arya ask. 

“Facts! Pleeease bring me some Cali bud, I’m feening,” Starr said, gazing down at you with puppy eyes. 

You stared at her stoically, “If I get held up at the airport, I’m killing both of y’all when I get outta jail.” 

“… So that’s a yes! I wanna try Bubba Kush… Ooo, or wedding cake!” 

“You already smoke wedding cake, Ari,” Kris said blankly.

“… Okay? Cali wedding cake is probably better— “

Starr jumped in. “That’s not how it works—“

“Yes the hell it is— “

You and Kris shook your heads at each other as the two weedheads debated bud quality… again. 

You couldn’t wait to get strains for them to try so they would cut it out. 

Days later, you boarded the plane, and you sent your mom one last love uuu text before opening the messages between you and your sister. 

All the blue texts you sent were still left unread, and you sighed sadly. 

You typed and sent an i love you, the message showing up delivered. 

You put your phone on airplane mode when you got to your seat.

The flight to California had been… god awful. You now have a hatred for planes. 

Why did no one tell you that airplane bathrooms are uniquely disgusting? They might have porta-potties beat!

You were currently waiting outside of baggage claim for Ellie to come pick you up and… you completely understood why she sent a link to a How to Survive LAX guide on YouTube. This place was fucking crazy! The number of times you almost got trampled in a twenty-minute time span was impeccable; You were never traveling during any holiday again! 

The sun was setting, and the lights of the airport were damn near blinding you, but you were so excited to see Ellie and your friends. Your foot tapped in anticipation next to the curb as you clutched the handle of your luggage tightly. 

You suddenly heard a slew of honk!honk!honk!honk!s from in front of you, and your heart soared in your chest when your eyes connected with Ellie and Dina’s excited ones through the rolled down window. They hopped out of the car as quickly as they could, instantly enfolding you in a tight embrace and kissing your forehead and cheek, their scents surrounding you. You couldn’t stop smiling. 

“C’mon, lemme help you,” Ellie released you to grab your luggage and ran over to the trunk as Dina grabbed the duffel from your shoulder, scurrying over to climb into the back seat. 

Ellie jumped into the driver's seat as cars honked from behind her car, pressing the gas on accident and forcing the car to rev up. 

“Bitch, can you drive like you have sense? My baby’s in the fucking car!” Dina scolded from the back seat.

“Shut up,” Ellie threw over her shoulder before putting the car in drive and glancing at you. “Missed you so fucking much, holy fu—GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY, PRICK!” 

You couldn’t hold in your laughs at Ellie’s road rage, “I swear to god, these fuckers don’t know how to drive!” 

You watched her clumsily swerve into the line of traffic, and you couldn’t help but squirm a little in your seat. She looked so good: Slipknot muscle tee, washed jeans, sneakers, her fucking arms and tattoo and bracelets and everything! She’s so fucking fine and she always smelled so good. How did you survive not seeing her for so long? 

She must’ve noticed your intense examination of her appearance because she turned to you, slowly licking her lips as she took you in. Her eyes were gazing over your entire body, all the way down to your sneakers and your thighs clenched together. 

PUT THAT DICK UP, WE NOT HUMPIN’! —

Dina’s body leaned onto the center console between you and Ellie, cranking up the radio before residing back to her seat behind you. You saw Ellie avert her gaze onto the road as she bit her lip, a red tint blending in with the freckles on her cheeks. 

You cheesed before looking out the window. 

Neither of you noticed Dina’s observant stares between the two of you. 

You, Dina, and Ellie stopped at her favorite dispensary to pick-up before she dropped Dina off at the hotel she was staying at for the weekend. She gave you a fat kiss on your cheek before she ran inside the… seemingly expensive building, leaving you and Ellie by yourselves. You slowly looked over at her: she looked so deep in thought, head rested back on the seat, fingers mindlessly tapping on the wheel, picking at her lip with her teeth. 

You spoke softly, brows pulled down in concern, “Ellie, you okay?” 

She nodded but didn’t look at you. She took a deep breath before mumbling, “Took everything in me not to kiss you when she was in here.” 

Your heart fluttered in your chest, “Why didn’t you?” 

She turned her head, finally meeting your gaze. “Wanted to ask you before I… said anything to anyone, wanted to talk to you’n make sure you were okay with it. I didn’t wanna assu— “

You impulsively leaned over the center console, your lips connecting with her soft ones, and you held her cheek in your hand. You felt her hand wrap around your wrists as she sighed into your mouth, her calloused fingers massaging your pulse. 

You pulled away from her, and she chased you before you spoke in a hushed whisper, “I don’t care if people know anymore, Ellie. I wanna… I wanna be happy. With you a-and in general. If you… still wanna be with— “

Her mouth cut your words off, her hand coming up to the back of your neck to pull you closer. She pulled away slightly to speak, “You’re my girlfriend, and we’re together, you understand?” 

She sounded so serious, so sure, and it made tears glisten in your eyes as you looked into hers. They were so full of love and admiration, and you hoped yours expressed the same. 

“Let’s go home? Someone’s waiting for you,” she spoke in between soft kisses. You nodded eagerly. 

She gave you one more peck before she let you go, putting her car in drive as you eased back into your seat. 

She held your hand the entire drive. 

Ellie’s other home was so fucking adorable! 

White tile floors, black furniture littered with small green details, and Duchess! You missed her dearly! 

She helped you bring your bags up, placing them in her room near her nightstand. You inspected the quaint space: it wasn’t nearly as stocked as her room back home, but it still had intricate details that were solely hers. Small, twinkling lights, her producing equipment and monitors, her green blankets! 

You felt her arm wrap around your waist to pull you closer, reconnecting your lips in a proper kiss. You felt her hand sneak down to your clothed ass, giving it a light squeeze as your arms wrapped around her neck. The bulb in her mouth moved against your bottom lip, and you happily allowed it entry. 

She pulled away slightly to whisper against your mouth, “Wanna shower?” 

You nodded before kissing her again, pulling her closer to you. You missed her so bad; you needed her so bad—

Meow! Meowmeow! Meow! —

Ellie pulled away, and you saw that annoyed look on her face at her baby’s cries. You laughed and kissed her cheek before moving towards your bag for some clothes. 

You heard Ellie walk towards the little angel, mumbling do you hate gay people? be honest! to her as she meowed. 

“M’gonna shower, El.” 

“Okay, baby! Bathroom doors on the right side of the bed!” You heard her call back to you. 

You were so, so happy. 

After showering, you did your skincare and brushed your teeth before wrapping your hair. The anticipation of your little trip left you restless for two days, and your exhaustion was crashing into you all at once. 

You exited the bathroom to find a sweatsuit-clad Ellie already sitting on the edge of her bed and rolling a blunt, her back turned to you. 

She turned to look at you over her shoulder when you shut the bathroom door, “Hiii, babe, c’mere.” 

She set her blunt on the ashtray on her nightstand before flopping onto her back and making grabby hands at you. You laughed at her gestures softly as you snuggled into your side. 

She crawled up next to you, immediately connecting your lips and lifting your leg up to wrap around her waist. You couldn’t stop smiling into the kiss and it made her giggle with you. 

“Tired?” she whispered in your ear before kissing the space below it. You squirmed under her, but you nodded. She hummed against you before moving back to kiss your nose. 

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” 

Her brows furrowed in confusion before they shot up in realization, “Oh, yeah, the fuck, sorry.” 

You giggled as you listened, “So, there’s two parties tomorrow. There’s the beach party, that’s the one we’re going to. And then there’s gonna be one at a club that Sai mixes for, we don’t have to go to that one if you don’t wanna, it’s up t’you.” 

Your interest perked at the mention of a club. You’ve never felt strongly about clubs one way or another, but you were very eager to make the most out of the two days you were here. You wanted to go everywhere with Ellie. 

“I’ll go to both.” 

“Yeah?” she smiled down at you.

“Yeah, El, sounds fun.” 

“Kay, baby, go to sleep.” 

She planted one more kiss to your nose and lips before shuffling off of you, scooting over to retrieve her discarded blunt from the ashtray. 

You pulled the covers back to get underneath them, and the minute your head hit the pillow, your eyes fluttered sleepily. The calming scent of Ellie engulfed you, and you drifted off to sleep. 

You woke up late the next day with Ellie’s back to your chest and your arm and leg thrown over her body. 

You shifted slightly to stretch and rub your eyes. You looked past Ellie’s head and at the small clock on the nightstand. It was almost ten. 

You sat up slowly, and you felt Ellie shift before she groggily mumbled, “You always wake up so damn early.” 

You huffed tiredly, “It’s not early, you’re just a light sleeper.” 

“I fucking hate it, you sleep like you’re dead.” 

You laughed quietly as she smiled. You got out from under the covers before turning back to her, seeing that she was already facing you. 

“What time we leaving?” 

She yawned as she answered, “Around noon. The beach isn’t far but traffic is gonna be crazy.”

You cracked your back before planting your feet on the cold floor before whispering, “Shower with me?” 

She instantly sat up at your suggestion and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. She chased behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as she planted kisses to your neck. 

You’ll never get used to how pretty Ellie is. 

You rinsed the soap off your body as your eyes trailed over her dripping, bare form, taking in every scar, freckle, mole, hair, anything you could see. You were so, so in love with everything about her. You could feel her gaze burning holes into you like you were doing hers, but you couldn’t help your gawking. 

You were ready to pounce on her right now! 

The kiss she planted on your cheek broke your stupor, and you could feel her smiling on your skin. 

“Still stare hard as fuck,” she mumbled against your skin.

You smiled. “Fuck off, so do you.” 

She leaned in closer to you, and your smile dropped as you gazed into her intense eyes. They were so dark and wanton as she looked you up and down. Her nose brushed against yours as she spoke quietly, “I wanna kiss.” 

“Then kiss me,” you whispered. 

“Want you to kiss me,” she mumbled needily against your lips. 

You didn’t hesitate, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her closer. Her breasts pressed up against yours as her hands grabbed your asscheeks, slowly walking forward to press you up against the wet wall. 

You gasped and arched closer into her when the cold surface touched your back, but her tongue sliding into your mouth distracted you instantly. She lifted your leg around her waist, and you stumbled unsteadily, but she pressed you even further into the wall to keep you stable. 

She grinded into you, planting wet kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw, and sucking marks into your neck. You panted out into the foggy bathroom, wet moans leaving your mouth as her tongue moved on your skin. 

Your cunt squeezed tight when she dug her teeth into your shoulder before, her hand coming up to yank the wet coils on your head. Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt her play with your nipples, her rough fingers rubbing and pulling on the hard buds. She sloppily kissed down your chest and sucked bruises into the skin. 

“Missed these fucking tits,” she groaned out against your chest, her free hand sliding down to your cunt. Her fingers immediately rubbed your clit in quick, tight circles. You could barely stand on your own as you bucked into her hand, the leg you held around her waist jerking at her touch. She shoved her face into your neck again, nipping the sensitive skin. 

“Needa fuck you, missed you s’fuckin’ bad.” 

You moaned out as you nodded eagerly, you needed her to fuck you just as badly. 

She suddenly pulled away from you to shut the water off, planting one more kiss to your mouth before grabbing your hand and pulling your dazed form out of the shower and to her bedroom. 

She pushed your still dripping body onto her bed, and you watched her pull her nightstand drawer open frantically as she dug around. Her breath was so heavy, and she was so eager to touch you, and you were just as eager for her. You needed her in your guts. 

She pulled out a blue strap and stepped into it, shakily adjusting the harness before dropping to her knees in front of your spread legs. She yanked you closer to the edge of the bed by your thighs and shoved her tongue inside you without warning. Her nose was brushing against your clit, and you watched her eyes roll back at your scent and taste and you moaned out. 

She was eating your cunt like you were paying her, it was so wet and sloppy and quick. The sounds that filled her room were disgusting, the nasty slurps and sucks nearly echoing in the quiet space. You would’ve been so embarrassed if you weren’t about to cum!

Your hands flew down to pull at her soaking hair, and one of her hands traveled up your body to massage your tits. Her nails dug into your nipples and your hips jerked off the bed, heavy pants leaving your mouth as the tension in your core built. 

“E-El, fuckmeplease— “

She slapped your tits before sucking your clit into her mouth, shaking her head between your trembling legs. You were yanking at her hair, digging your nails into her shoulder, begging her to fuck you into the bed. You needed her so badly! 

You looked down at her, and she looked up at you. She looked so fucking cute her flushed cheeks and glossy eyes as she ravished you. “Cum on m’face, baby, please, fuck— “

“M’gonna!” 

She released whiny mhmmhm!s against your bud like she was going to die if you didn’t cum in her mouth, like she needed to drink you to survive. Your eyes rolled back when you felt that strong pull in your belly, it’s right there! So close so close—

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your head falling back onto her wet sheets as you shook through your release. You tried to lift your hips up so she could lick into you deeper, but her strong arms pinned you down, her nails digging into the plush on your hips. You hope they leave indents in your skin! 

You didn’t even get to recover from your first orgasm before Ellie climbed on top of you, slapping her dick on your clit a few times before pushing inside your clenching entrance, and you both groaned in unison as her body moved on top of yours. 

She was fucking you so hard the second she bottomed out, digging into you deep, and all you could do was take it. Your legs lifted and spread even wider on their own, your body working on autopilot to get her even deeper inside you. Her soaking body was fully pressed against you as she grinded her hips into yours, your nails digging into her back as you cried out, the skin moving under your nails.

“Ellie, mmh, fuck yes! —” 

“Feels s’fuckin’ good, babygirl, Jesus fuckin’ Christ— “

One of her arms hooked under your knee to lift your leg up even, and you screamed when her tip grazed against your cervix. 

“Uggh! El, can’t take i-t, fuuck— “

“Yeah, you can, you’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good, baby, shit, missed you so fucking bad.” 

You missed her, you missed her, you missed her! “M’gonnacumm’gonnacum, yesyesyesyes!”

“Fuck, baby, cum on this fuckin’ dick,” she gritted out right next to your ear and you shouted as another orgasm hit you, your walls squeezing down on her hard. She fucked you through it as she moaned out your name, the sloppy noises of your cunt mixing with your pleasured screams of her name. You didn’t think she could hit deeper, but she managed, and it made you cum harder. 

She stopped sucking on your neck to connect your lips, your tongues messily swiping against each other, her spit coating the outside of your mouth as you moaned into hers, the last remnants of your orgasm pulsing through you. 

You whined into the kiss before pushing at her shoulders, and she immediately pulled away to gently ask how you were doing.

You cut her off with one last hard push and she flipped onto her back, her dick leaving you with a nasty squelch before you clumsily straddled her waist. 

Your cheeks burned at the evident shock on her face before you watched her ogle your body. Your neck, your tits, your pulsing clit, everywhere. She looked like she was going to eat you alive! It was getting you so hot. 

You boldly reached behind you and grabbed her wet cock, holding eye contact with her as she brought her hands up to massage your tits. One of your hands gripped your tits on top of hers, and you brought her dick towards your drippy entrance. 

You popped the tip in and slowly sunk down on her. You watched her eyes drop to watch your pussy swallow her, and she let out a dazed fuuuck, releasing your tits to prop herself up on her elbows to get a better view. She looked so sexy like this, cheeks bright red and eyes glossy. 

You got more confident the deeper she slid, and your eyes flitted as every ridge caught on your walls. You were panting heavily when you took the last few inches, sat fully in her lap with your heart pounding in your ears. 

You watched her eye your cunt, and your hand trailed down your body to rub your wet clit, your fingers getting coated in your slick instantly. She moaned out before thrusting up, and you moaned even louder as painful pleasure shot through you. 

Your hips slowly rose before coming back down, your movements barely there. You took her slow, and it felt so good. 

She dropped back down onto her back, her hands flying to your hips to help guide you on her. You felt her nails digging into the plush skin as she moved you into a steady grind. Your free hand came up to grab her wrist as you followed her hands as best you could. You wanted to watch her watch you so badly, but you could barely keep your eyes open, it felt so good. 

They rolled back whenever she brushed up against that patchy spot inside you, and your hips grinded down harder. She was whining underneath you, grabbing at you everywhere, trying to get you closer to her clit. You’ve never seen her this desperate to cum, and it made you squeeze on her dick. 

You shakily shoved your wet fingers into her mouth, and you watched her eyes roll back into her skull as she moaned at your taste. She rocked your hips harder, pulling you down against her, but you pulled at her wrists to stop her. She lightened her grip instantly. 

You took a deep breath before leaning back, propping yourself up on her thighs, your knees coming up to point at her ceiling. She had a full view of your pussy full of her cock, and by the way her eyes fluttered as she gawked, she liked it! A lot!

You raised your hips before dropping them, and her dick hit somewhere deep inside you that your legs jerk closed, but she instantly pried them open to lightly slap your cunt. 

“Keep t-those fuckin’ legs open,” she sounded like she was drunk. 

You nodded as you moaned, experimentally bouncing on her again. You watched her head fall back as she moaned out, her bitten, wet lips parted as she cursed out into the room. You bounced again, and again, jumping on her harder until she sat up, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and quickly fucking up into you, digging as deep as she could in your cunt. Her bed started moving with your bodies as you wailed, one of your arms wrapping around her neck and pulling her close. 

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, gonna make me cum so hard, what the fuck,” she was whimpering into your neck, and it forced more slick out of your cunt. You felt so sexy, so sensual, so desired by her, and the pleasure was making tears jerk in your eyes. 

“Want your cum in m’pussy, daddy! P-Please?” 

“Fuuuck! —“

She was hitting you so deep, and you both were so loud. She was sucking on your neck and mindlessly rubbing your clit with her free hand, her hand on your hip scratching you deep. You wanted her to rip you apart!

“Fuuuck, baby, m’so fucking close, fuckfuckfuckyeah!—“ 

You were screaming out wanton cries of fucking wan’it, daddy as you grinded down as hard as you could. You didn’t even care about your own orgasm; you needed her to cum! You were surrounded by your girlfriend, her warmth, her scent, and you wanted to drown in her. You would happily die here, right on top of her as you made her scream for you! You want her cum, you want it you want it—

You heard her moan loudly in your ear and it made you grind down even harder. She stopped rubbing your clit, wrapping both arms around your waist in a tight grip so she could hold you down right where she needed, your nails digging into her shoulder as she grinded out her orgasm in your cunt. You would give anything to feel the warmth of her filling you up, her creaming your insides. The nasty visuals in your head made you jerk on her. 

She moved her head up from your neck to connect your lips in a passionate kiss, the grinds of her hips slowing as she moaned into your mouth. Your hand flew up to her hair and pulled, and you felt her grind deeper. 

“M’about to say fuck the beach in a second,” she mumbled out against your mouth. You laughed softly before planting a smacking kiss on her cheek, your other arms wrapping around her neck. 

You both stiffened when you heard a thud come from the other side of her bed, Duchess swiftly jumping on the bed before flying across Ellie’s room like a bat out of hell and bolting out her door again. 

You both stared at each other before you busted out laughing, still winded, “She's actually the worst, feral ass.” 

“Watch your mouth, don’t talk about my baby like that!” 

“Did you raise her?! Ohhh, exactly— “ 

“She loves me more, you said it yours— “

You jolted when you felt her hand crack down on your asscheek, the stinging sensation immediately spreading on your skin. You let out a shock noise before jerking downward. You watched a sly grin appear on her face before she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her hands gripping your hips tighter. 

“Lay down.” 

And you shuddered in her lap at her tone.  

… Fuck the beach. 

You and Ellie barely made it to the Municipal Pier. 

You couldn’t keep your hands off each other! She damn near imprinted your bodies into her mattress with how passionately she fucked you… another three times! Your legs hurt so badly, how the hell were you going to trek through sand?!

When she finally got off you, you both threw on your rash guards and swim shorts before grabbing your bags and booking it downstairs. The party started at two, and it was already forty-five after! 

The ride over had been so fun, you and Ellie blasting music in her rental jeep as you moved through traffic, wind blowing past your ears. People were dressed in their bathing suits and swim shorts, barbecuing, buying fireworks for tonight. The city was lively, and you took it all in. 

You and Ellie waddled down the packed beach as you laughed amongst yourselves. The closer you got to the shore, the more you could make out the outline of Dina and Jesse snuggled up under the giant umbrella from a distance, and it made you so excited.

You ignored the discomfort in your thighs before grabbing Ellie’s hand in yours and clumsily bolting down the sand. 

Dina must’ve recognized your shouts of her name because she looked up and nearly flew into the air to run towards the two of you. You accepted her tight embrace, wrapping your arms around her as she kissed the top of your head. 

You opened your eyes to take in some of the groups. You recognized some of the faces: Riley and Abby (you saw her on the news a couple times! Hockey legend!) were relaxing on the lounge chairs as Isaiah and some of his friends ran up and down the shore with water guns and balloons. Jesse came up to you to pull you into a hug after Dina released you to embrace Ellie. 

Jesse walked you over to the blanket that was stocked with food, drinks, and pre-rolls as music blasted from the speaker on the edge of it. 

He pointed out everything for you, “Get whatever you like, there’s forks and plates over here. This is Isaiah’s little phone for the speaker, queue whatever song you want and come shoot with us!” 

He handed you the small IPhone before grabbing a water gun and sprinting towards Isaiah, shooting him with water. 

“I know that ain’t who I think it is!” 

A familiar voice came from in front of you. You looked up and were met with a surprised, but delighted Riley and Abby. 

“Gimme a hug, girl, what the fuck!” Riley got up from her chair and ran towards you, giving you a tight embrace, Abby doing the same with a soft smile. 

“What are you doing out here! Where’s your sister?!” 

You hesitated, “She’s… she couldn’t make it! Work and whatever, y’all know how it is.” 

“Aww, I miss her! I haven’t seen her in a minute,” Riley pouted slightly, Abby nodding in agreement. 

“She misses y’all, too,” you said immediately. 

She pinched your cheek before grabbing two water guns, slyly handing them to you and Abby before grabbing one for herself. 

“Gonna blast these motherfuckers, c’mon!” Abby screamed before bolting towards them while Riley shouted it’s a stick-uuup!, trailing her best friend closely. 

You turned to find Ellie and Dina sharing a pre-roll, giggling as they watched their friends shoot the shit out of each other with salt water. Ellie must’ve felt your eyes on her because she looked over at you, a soft glint in her eye as she stared lovingly at you. Your cheeks ran hot when she winked and nodded towards the laughing group, encouraging you to play with them. 

You bent over to grab the tub of water balloons before chasing after them. They all laughed when Isaiah snatched one and cracked you on the back with it, the freezing water making you shriek and shoot him with your toy gun. 

You wished your sister were here. You hoped she could reconnect with them soon. 

The sun set, and you were very tipsy. 

After blasting your newfound friends with water guns, swimming in the ocean, and attempting to surf without waves(dammit!), you all settled on your blankets laid out on the sand as young people passed around wearable glow sticks. 

You were currently chowing down on another lukewarm cheeseburger— it tasted like the best thing you’ve ever eaten thanks to the three pineapple margaritas you downed before this! —as you anticipated the little firework show. 

You heard some shuffling behind you and was met with Ellie’s squatted form and gentle smile before she kissed your cheek, “Feeling good, babe?” 

You nodded around your sandwich before shoving a couple potato chips in your mouth, clumsily resting your head on her shoulder. You heard her chuckle, planting gentle kisses to your head, “I’m gonna make a sandwich, gimme a sec, okay?” 

“Kay,” you whispered back before watching her get up and walk towards the paper plates and tupperware. 

You finished the last bit of your burger and chips when you felt another presence beside you. Isaiah! 

You grinned at him, “Hiii.”

He smiled, “Hey, man, how you been.” 

“Fine, I like your friends,” you said with a slight slur and a smile, pointing towards Dylan, Regine, and Marcus by the bonfire almost setting their marshmallow sticks on fire. You saw Regine smack the fuck out of Marcus’s head and snickered. 

“They like you more, they think you’re hilarious,” he added while laughing, shaking his head at them. 

“I’ve been told,” you said, miming flipping your hair over your shoulder. 

He chuckled again before quieting, “How’s, um… how’s your sister doing?” 

You sighed sadly at the mention of her as you stared at the water, “Still mad, I think. Planning my funeral.” 

“I don’t think so, you’re literally the only person she cares about,” he laughed sympathetically. 

“Have you talked to her?” you said, turning to face him as he stared off at the ocean. 

“A few times, didn’t get a good read on where we stand, though. Unfortunately,” you heard the sorrow in his tone. 

“Did she say anything about me?” your ears perked at the information of her being communicative. 

“… Nah, bro. M’sorry,” he denied gently. 

You deflated, but you nodded, “She, uh… she hasn’t answered me. I-I visited her a few times, but she didn’t answer.” 

“Just give her some time. She’s gonna come around at some point. I believe it.” 

You hoped that was true; This was the longest you’ve gone without speaking to her, and it still hurt you deeply. 

“Show’s gonna start soon. Wanna s’more?” he offered with a soft smile. 

“… Yes, please.” 

“Gotcha, lemme get you one.” 

You watched him slowly walk towards his friends, grabbing a skewer from its bag and sticking your marshmallow through it. 

You saw Ellie walk back over to you after talking to Riley with a full plate, smiling before she sat down beside you. You inspected the contents of her plate and laughed. 

She’d stacked a burger pattie, Hot Fries, and something that looked like tree bark between two buns. You shook your head at her, “And what the hell is that?!” 

“A fucking masterpiece, you wouldn’t understand!” Ellie laughed with red-tinted eyes. “You haven’t had real food until you’ve had a burger with chips, mustard, pickles, and jalapeño beef jerky. Fuck Gordon Ramsey!” 

You laughed harder as she took a large bite of her monstrosity, muffling out a this is real fucking food as she chewed with gusto. You giddily kissed her cheek, and she hummed happily when you rested your head on her shoulder. 

You sat in comfortable silence as she finished the tornado on her plate, you munching on the s’more that Isaiah brought you as he laughed quietly at Ellie’s grubbing. 

You saw the other beachgoers start to stand from their chairs and blankets, looking at the sky with their phones aimed upward in anticipation. You turned to look at Ellie’s relaxed state: she was leaning back on her hands, her legs outstretched as the gentle breeze moved through her hair as she looked at the sky. 

The firework show started, but you didn’t care to watch as you stared at your girlfriend, bright colors exploding above the two of you. She looked so innocent, her expression filled with wonder as she stared up at the colorful sky, and the world around you seemed to melt away the longer you focused on her. 

She turned her head to look at you, her tender eyes filling with affection, and your face burned as you smiled. She smiled at you just as brightly. 

She scooted closer to you, your shoulders now touching. You looked down at her lips, and you saw her look down at yours. You slowly leaned forward, your noses brushing against her before you kissed her. Your eyes shut, the colorful explosions shining beneath your fluttering eyelids as your lips molded with hers. She was so gentle, and your heart soared in your chest. 

You pulled away and looked at her fondly, and she did the same. You watched her lips move as she mouthed I love you, and you smiled widely, leaning in closer to nuzzle your nose against hers. 

You loved her just as much, if not more. 

A surprisingly sober Dylan offered to drive you and Ellie back to her apartment, which you happily accepted when Ellie stood wobbly from the blanket. 

You and Dylan guided her back to the parked jeep, making sure she was buckled in as you handed Dylan the keys from her backpack before jumping in next to your girlfriend. 

“Bro, I don’t think she’s going out tonight,” Dylan commented over his shoulder as you both stared at a very slumped Ellie. You’re never letting her touch a bong again! 

“Nah, probably not! Are you gonna be okay to get back?” You asked as he started the jeep. 

“Yeah, don’t trip, Marcus is gonna follow us and I’ll leave with them.” He backed out of the tight parking spot and eased into traffic. 

“Cool, I appreciate it,” Ellie snuggled up next to you, her face in your neck.

“Course, man, you’re good!” 

The traffic was horrendous, and it took so long to get back on the freeway, but after a lot of swerving and honking, the jeep pulled into Ellie’s apartment complex. Dylan helped you walk Ellie into the building and onto the elevator. 

“I got her from here, thank you so much,” you turned to look at your new friend as the elevator door opened, securing a hold on Ellie’s waist as he held the automatic door with his hand. 

“Don’t sweat it, this was so fucking fun, holy shit,” he said with a laugh, and it made you smile, Ellie nuzzling deeper into your neck to kiss it. She was fucking zooted, what the fuck!

“I had such a good time! I hope we can link soon.” 

“You coming back to Cali, or?” 

“I’d love to, hopefully real soon!” 

“Dope, I’ll see you then!” He said with a grin, and you waved to the best of your ability. 

You heard the elevator door shut as you and Ellie waddled down the hallway. You unlocked her door eased inside, shutting and locking it behind you. You kicked your slides off and dropped the bags onto the floor to walk you both to her room. 

“C’mon, hon, gotta getchu cleaned up,” you sat her down on the chair to help her undress so she could shower, but she wrapped her arms around your waist so she could rest her head on your stomach. 

“Love you s’much,” she barely mumbled against your clothed tummy. You smiled to yourself, kissing the top of her head before pushing her back into the seat so you could get her rash guard off. 

“Love you, too. Lift up, babe,” she listened, and you slid her swim shorts off. 

“M’sorry you… didn’t get to go out— “

“Hush! I’m fine, just wanted to spend time with you,” you helped her out of the chair, her arms wrapped tightly around your neck as you guided her to the bathroom. You let her rest against the bathroom sink so you could strip and turn the hot water on. Detangling your hair was about to be a bitch! 

“C’mon,” you whispered to Ellie as she nodded off behind you. She jolted as you gently pulled her under the stream, wetting her body and grabbing her soap and sponge. You washed her as thoroughly as you could, trying to get all the sand off her body; no one likes itching when they’re trying to sleep!

After you were satisfied, you grabbed her shampoo and washed her hair. You rubbed your soapy hands through her soft strands as gently as you could, massaging the suds in as she sighed happily. You watched her eyes flutter open slightly to look at you, and she smiled harder before shutting them once again. You couldn’t help the small grin that appeared on your face. 

You brought her under the stream once more so you could get the soap out before grabbing the conditioner and repeating the same thing. 

She was all clean and smelled so good!

You noticed her watching you clean yourself next, green eyes soft and glossy as she leaned against the shower wall. You sent her a gentle grin, and she slowly sent one back before she started giggling. 

You quickly parted, shampooed, and detangled your hair, getting all the sandy particles out of your coils before conditioning, and Ellie watched all of it with affection. 

You shut the water off when you were done washing up, grabbing Ellie’s towel from its rack, and wrapping her in it before guiding her out of the shower. You wrapped yourself in your towel before walking towards her sink to grab her toothbrush and paste.

“C’mon, El, open,” you grabbed her chin gently, and her jaw opened with a cracked ahhh. You giggled gently as you scrubbed her mouth, carefully getting around her tongue piercing before instructing her to spit in the sink. You gave her a shot of mouthwash, and she slowly swished it as you unraveled the towel from around her and dried her hair with it. She spit into the sink, and you kissed her cheek before guiding her to sit on her side of the bed. 

You grabbed an oversized shirt and boxers from her drawer before returning to where she sat to dress her. She lifted her arms so you could put her shirt on, unfolding her boxers so you could get them up her legs. She snickered before taking them from your grasp and shoving them on herself. 

“Alright,” you said blankly as she chuckled. “Go to bed.” 

“C’meeere,” she whined out playfully, making grabby hands at you. 

“I gotta feed the baby! And do my hair, go to sleep!” 

She didn’t argue, instantly plopping down onto her soft pillow. You tucked her in and kissed her forehead, quickly pecking her lips before walking over to your suitcase. 

You put on a t-shirt and cotton panties, grabbed your wide tooth, and headed to the bathroom. You heard soft jingles coming from Ellie's room, and you made kissy noises to lure in Duchess. 

The kitty watched you moisturize your scalp before putting your hair into four big twists from atop the closed toilet. You brushed your teeth and did your skincare before wrapping your head in your silk scarf. You picked up a purring Duchess and made your way to the living room to refill her food and water bowls.

You pet her gently as she drank. You gave her one last kiss before reentering Ellie's room and getting under the blankets as your girlfriend snored soundly. You snuggled up to her, wrapping your arm around her waist to pull her closely before sleep overtook you. 

You woke up to the smell of… pesto! 

Ellie wasn’t next to you, but you heard clunking coming from the kitchen as the cabinets opened and closed. You rubbed your eyes before reaching for your phone on the nightstand to check the time; Almost eleven. You sat up slowly, removing the blankets from your body to stretch. 

You got up and dazedly made your way over to the kitchen, a cozy-looking Ellie pulling out the orange juice jug from the fridge. She had a tray set up with fancy looking sandwiches, cut up fruit, and pastries. You smiled before clearing your throat. 

Your girlfriend jumped before turning, immediately relaxing at the sight of you as a grin spread across her face, “Scared me. Fuck.” 

“Sorry, you made breakfast?” 

“… Well, yes, I absolutely cooked all of this! You know I'm actually a licensed chef? Literally just got my $250,000 check from Food Network!” She said matter-of-factly as she poured the juice into glasses. 

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head, “You’re so annoying.” 

“You like it,” she hummed as she walked over to you, her scent overtaking your senses as she kissed you. “Wanna eat now?” 

You wrapped your arms around her neck, and hers came around your waist, “Depends, we got somewhere to be?” 

“Not right now, everyone wants to see you one last time before you fly out. We were planning to just go over to Sai’s place to chill.” 

You brightened at the mention of seeing them again, “His friends are so funny, oh my god!” 

“Dude, they fucking love you! I woke up to a whole bunch of texts from them asking when you’re coming back. Like I don’t fucking know, whenever she wants!” She said as she smiled. 

You laughed with her before you felt Duchess rub up against your bare leg. You released Ellie to pet her, “Mornin’, baby!” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna go eat while you play with the demon.” 

You gasped playfully, “Watch your mouth, bitch!”

You heard her chuckle as she walked into her room with the stocked tray. 

“She’ll never have the bond we do,” you whispered to the kitty, and she meowed in agreement. You kissed her head. 

“I heard you!” You heard her release a muffled shout. She’s really eating without you! 

Duchess rubbed against you and purred louder. 

You and Ellie woke up hours later to Duchess’s meows. 

After eating and showing Ellie the ninth season of Bad Girls Club, —she was so hurt to find out that the show got canceled! What d’you mean there’s no more fucking auditions?!— you gave each other toe-curling head, played with Duchess’s laser toy, and knocked out. 

You’d watched Ellie sit at her desk with her headphones, switching between her production software and her computer files before you dozed off to the sound of clicking keys. 

You didn’t feel her crawl into the bed next to you, but your heartbeat sped up when you felt her arm around you as she shifted. 

Meow meowmeow! Meo—

“Get your kid, bro,” Ellie grumbled sleepily against the back of your neck. You laughed tiredly. 

“Shut u— “

Meowmeow Meow! Meow!

“Alright, alright,” you blinked before moving away from Ellie and pulling the covers back so you could get up. You saw Duchess sitting politely in the entryway, and her meowing stopped the minute she saw you get up. She just stared at you. 

“What’s the matter?” You asked her softly. 

She just walked away. You heard Ellie snickering behind you. 

“I don’t why you’re laughing, we gotta get up soon, anyway. It’s almost eight,” you threw over your shoulder. 

She only laughed harder. 

Isaiah’s apartment building was fucking luxurious. Why were all your friends so fucking wealthy?! 

Ellie pulled up to one of the prettiest buildings you’ve seen in Beverly Hills, and needless to say you were gobsmacked! It was white and incredibly modern: large glass windows, balconies, a fucking gigantic pool that you could see from the small walkway between the buildings. What the hell!

You and Ellie walked hand in hand all the way to the entrance and elevators, all the way up until you reached Isaiah’s apartment on the highest floor. 

You and Ellie could hear the commotion going on the closer you got to his place, Ellie banging on the front door with an excited jump. She turned you to plant a frantic kiss on your forehead, “You’re so hot, fuck— “

“WELCOME TO MY CRIIIB!” 

A very intoxicated Dylan practically ripped the door off the hinges, Casamigos—oh, god— bottle in hand and party hat on his head. Music boomed from behind him, and you caught a glimpse of Jesse and Dina making out by the fridge. 

This didn’t look… chill! 

You wondered if you were a bit overdressed: Arya told you to bring one thottie dress, show them titties! for when you went clubbing, and you didn’t want to waste dry-cleaning it. It was simple and black, but it hugged your curves and showed some cleavage. Everyone else seemed pretty casual, including Ellie, who wore a black tee and her usual ripped jeans. 

… She did have her Cuban links on, though. Fuck. 

“You don’t live here, prick. Move,” Ellie tightened her grip on your hand and pulled you past Dylan, but he hugged you anyway. You hugged him just as giddily. 

“Look who’s heeere!” Ellie said to her friends in reference to you. Isaiah and Marcus, who’d been taking their shots on the couch, turned to look at you, excitement taking over both their faces. 

They rushed over to hug you both, handing you and Ellie a shot of… battery acid. They really drink straight vodka! 

You watched Ellie down it with a light cringe, and you followed in her lead, the burn making you cough a little, before making your way towards the sofa. 

“Is that my babyyy!”

You immediately grinned at the voice. 

Dina walked towards you with the brightest smile, pulling you in for the tightest hug before pulling back to look at you in faux anger, “Why the hell didn’t you say hi when you came in!”

“Y’all looked busy!” you said, gesturing to a flushed Jesse standing behind Dina. “I didn’t wanna interrupt!” 

“C’mon, you know you’re more important than him— “ 

“What the fuck!” He yelled in playful offense. 

Everyone’s laughter quieted by a voice coming from the hallway, “What’re y’all laughing at?” 

Regine appeared with a bright smile as Dina wrapped her arms around her neck. 

Ellie was very transparent about their short past before you two reconnected, but you couldn’t help the small swirl of jealousy when she pulled Ellie in for a hug. You knew it was completely friendly—she literally hugged everyone, including you, the same way! — but you squeezed Ellie’s hand harder, anyway. You felt her squeeze back before she kissed it. 

You eyed the vodka bottle on the table. 

… One more shot wouldn’t hurt. 

I MIGHT SLAP A TRACKER ON HIS WHIP AND GET TO ADDIN’! —

Hours passed and this seventh shot was hurting, but you didn’t give a fuck as you swallowed it down. 21 was on!

Everyone was dancing everywhere: on the bar stools, on the couch, on the dining table, everywhere! Why did he have such a hard grip on your generation?!

Regine was throwing it back on Dina, and she was throwing it back on Jesse as he tried not to fall off the couch while you, Ellie, Dylan, and Marcus screamed out about all of you hoes from different parts of the kitchen. 

You were dancing to the best of your ability from your barstool, committing to the chair twerk as you poured another shot for yourself, some liquid spilling over the glass and onto the counter. You set the bottle down clumsily, but before you could reach for your drink, your girlfriend snuck up behind you, snatched it from the counter and downed it. You watched her hand set the glass down before you heard her mumble the lyrics in your ear as she gently kissed your neck. 

Your face was burning, and your pussy squeezed! How was she so fine! 

You felt her hands come up to massage your shoulders and it took everything in your body not to jump on her in front of everyone here. 

“Dance with me?” She mumbled against your cheek as she kissed it. 

“I suck at it,” you pouted jokingly. She smiled against your skin. 

“So?” She whispered and massaged you even deeper. Your eyes fluttered, and you felt her smile wider. 

She grabbed your hand and guided you up out of your chair, spinning you goofily before pulling you close. You laughed at her attempts at sweetheart dancing; this did not match the song at all! She even tried to dip you, but she stumbled, and you almost fell. You giggled harder. 

But then See Red came on… the building nearly rattled. 

You perked up instantly at the harsh beat as everyone jumped in the middle of the living room to form a circle, Isaiah and Marcus immediately getting sturdy on the slippery rug. 

You were so happy. 

Everything calmed down after the noise complaint from downstairs. 

You were cuddled up next to Dina as you watched everyone play Cards Against Humanity. 

“Step one: kissing grandma on the forehead and turning off her life support. Step two: having sex for the first time. Step three: profit?” Dylan slurred out as he slowly read his cards with furrowed brows before looking at everyone for approval. 

Ellie and Jesse were the only ones who giggled. Tough crowd!

“That was wack, next!” Isaiah said as he pointed at Jesse. 

You heard his voice as he read off the cards, but you couldn’t put together what he was saying as Ellie stared at you with dark eyes. She was nibbling on the skin of her index finger as she looked at your face, down to your chest, over your bare legs before trailing back up again. She was fucking ogling you, and it made your thighs squeeze. You watched her grin devilishly at your movements. 

“El, your turn,” Jesse said as he looked at her, but she held your gaze. 

“Not playin’,” she mumbled against her finger. 

They moved onto Dina, and you squirmed in your seat, your nails digging into the arm of the couch. She eyed your every move like a hawk before pulling out her phone. You watched her type before she looked back up at you, then your phone dinged in your pocket. 

You pulled it out and unlocked it.

hi :0

hiiii bab y

u ok

ye

needa eat u out

You froze before immediately looking up at her. You saw her thighs squeezing together like yours were, subtly squirming in her chair. She looked around the room with a pout before looking down at her phone to type.

like rn

im so hieny

hor ny u make me sososo hirny u looks o good 

needa fcuk u rn need ur cum i n my mouth 

we can’t drive r n well die 

don’t care just needa eat ur pussy

bathhroom? 

“You good, hon?” Dina asked softly, and you nodded. She patted your thigh before turning back to the loud group. 

fuckme pls lol

She got up abruptly before stumbling down the hall, presumably to the bathroom. How the fuck do you follow her without looking suspicious! They seemed distracted enough—

You stood on autopilot, and everyone turned to look at you. 

“… You good?” Isaiah asked with his brows furrowed. 

“Yeah! Yup, just want a… a shot! Gonna go’n… and get it!” You chuckled awkwardly before walking towards the kitchen. You heard Jesse snort from behind you before their chatter built back up. 

You eyed them cautiously as you poured yourself a glass. 

Just stand here for a little and go! Don’t bring attention to yourself! 

They were laughing hysterically as Regine yelled about how something wasn’t fair, and you scurried down the hall to the bathroom door. Just as you were about to open it, Ellie did, her breath heavy and face flushed. You looked at her lips once before you were yanked into the bathroom by your waist, the door closing behind you with a slam. You cringed at the loud noise, but Ellie didn’t care. She pressed you up against the door and kissed you deeply. Her tongue slid into your mouth as she lifted your dress up around your hips. 

“We’re leaving after this, gonna get a fucking Uber, I don’t care,” she mumbled against your mouth, and you nodded eagerly before reconnecting your lips. You grabbed her by her hips to pull her closer, unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her jeans. She bucked into you as she kissed all over your neck. 

“Needa eat your pussy, baby,” she was sucking on your neck desperately. 

“Later, El, j-just do it later,” you heard her let out a whine of complaint before she nodded. You shoved your hand in her jeans and your fingers were instantly wet with her slick. Her hips bucked into your hand before she whimpered into your neck, bringing her hand up to rub your clit through your panties. 

You rubbed her slippery clit in fast circles as she breathed heavily in your ear, releasing small noises of pleasure. Her movements on you seemed like she was trying to keep up with your pace on her, but she was falling behind. You didn’t care, she was so cute when she got like this! 

“F-Fuck, mmh!” 

Ellie’s hand pulled away from you to prop up against the door to steady herself. She opened her legs wider when you slid your index and middle finger down to her entrance, your palm pressed into her clit as you slow pressed them in. Her wet, gooey walls cling to your digits, and you heard a slight smack against granite when her hand landed on the counter. 

You grinded your fingers in as you watched her jaw fall open, sweat glistening on her forehead and her cheeks red under the blue LED light. 

“Feels good? Okay?” She nodded slowly at your inquiries as she gasped, leaning forward to connect your lips. She shoved her tongue in your mouth as she squeezed your jaw. Her lips wrapped around your tongue to suck on it gently. You pressed your fingers deeper at her action, and she moaned brainlessly on the muscle in your mouth. You pulled back and let out a quick shhh!

She was practically riding your hand, grinding her hips back and forth as you craned your wrist to hit deeper. The tips of your fingers finally grazed that spot in her cunt, and her knees buckled. The noises she was making were increasing in volume, and your heartbeat was picking up in pace.

“Ellie, babe, be quiet, please,” You could feel her getting even wetter at your commands. Even though you were silently praying to not get caught, you couldn’t help the desire growing in your belly from Ellie’s eagerness. You made sure to grind in deeper.

“You’re gonna m-make me… cum really hard, I’m— “ 

“I know, baby, just— “

“I’m gonna scream, I can’t— “ 

You looked around quickly before grabbing the washcloth on the counter and shoving it in her mouth to cut off her frantic rambles. She didn’t protest, and you watched her eyes flutter as she moaned around the small towel. Her head plopped onto your shoulder, and you felt her body start to tense up, the squeezes of her walls getting stronger around you. 

Her muffled warnings of her orgasm were cut off when she wailed, her walls practically milking your fingers hard. You felt her calloused hand grab your wrist as she fucked down onto you. At some point, the towel dropped from her mouth, and you felt her teeth dig into your shoulder as she cried out, and you whined at the pain, more slick pooling in your panties. 

You fucked her through her orgasm until she started to relax against you, her choked gasps easing into satisfied sighs. 

You pulled your fingers out slowly to rub her clit, her grip on your wrists tightening as she whimpered a quick nonono against your skin. You snickered before removing your drenched fingers from her boxers. You gently kissed her head, and she lifted up. You held eye contact with her when you brought your fingers up to your mouth and sucked them clean. She bit her bottom lip before grabbing your hand to pull your fingers towards her mouth, mimicking your actions. You shuddered when you felt her tongue swirl around them before pulling back to kiss them. 

She pulled you closer by your bunched up dress and kissed you, her tongue messily gliding against yours. 

You felt her thumbs hook into the elastic of your panties before you pushed her away gently, “No, El, they probably fucking heard— “

“Don’t care— “

“Let’s just go,” you whispered as you grabbed her pouty face in both hands. “I’ve never… used a Hitachi before?” 

She instantly perked up at your suggestion, her eyes twinkling. She fixed her appearance in the mirror, adjusting her non-existent tie as you giggled to yourself. She ordered the Uber as you fixed your dress and washed your hands. She opened the door and led you out with her hand in yours. 

The minute you reentered the living room, everyone’s chatter quieted, and your heart sank. Your face burned intensely as you gazed at your friends, their smirks and quiet giggles making you hide behind Ellie. They definitely heard! 

“Hey, lovebirds,” Jesse muttered around a pretzel with a sly grin. 

“Don’t talk to me, we’re leaving in a little,” Ellie muttered as she blushed, and everyone laughed. 

“I’m sure y’all are, Uber?” Dina asked as Isaiah and Marcus snickered. You both nodded with your heads tilted downward. 

Neither of you said anything as you moved towards the barstools as you waited for the car. Ellie rested her head on your shoulder as you sat as she kissed the exposed skin. 

You saw Dina smile fondly at the two of you.

You tried to hide your smile, but you failed. 

The ride home felt excruciatingly long. 

Ellie couldn’t keep her hands off your legs, rubbing them up and down, grabbing them, trying to spread them even though you stopped her. You were not about to get frisky in this poor old man’s car! Reggie didn’t deserve that! 

You practically raced into the elevator, her lips immediately pressing to yours as you both smiled and laughed. 

She pulled you into the hallway when the elevator opened, clumsily unlocking her door before pulling you both inside. You pushed her against the door this time, your lips reconnected as she held you close.

Meowmeow! MEOW—

Ellie pulled away from you as her head thudded back against the door, “We’ll never know fucking peace— “

“Hiii, my love!” You immediately ran over to the crying kitty, picking her up from the floor and hugging her close. 

You pressed kisses all over her as you petted her head, and she purred in your arms. 

You watched Ellie refill her bowls and clean her litter before heading into her room. You put Duchess down and allowed her to eat and you followed Ellie into her room. She was in the middle of undressing, and you stared at her toned, bare back as she moved. She sat on the edge of her bed and propped herself up on her elbows, still clad in her boxers.

She stared at you as you shuffled shyly in the door frame, her Cuban dangling between her breasts and her hair mussed. 

She looked you up and down before whispering a soft c’mere.

You followed her instructions, gently shutting her door and removing your small purse from around you to place on her desk. You turned, met her fond eyes, and smiled. You pulled your dress over your head and tossed it to the floor, only clad in your bra and panties. Her eyes were filled with devotion and tenderness as she scanned your body. You felt like you were boiling. 

You slowly walked over to her, and she sat up, her hands grabbing your hips as she lightly kissed all over the skin of your tummy. You sighed happily as you ran your fingers through her hair. You bent down to kiss the top of her head. 

“Love you so much, baby,” she mumbled to you against your skin. 

“Love you more,” you gasped out when she reached out to squeeze your ass, planting kisses all over your thighs.

She hooked her thumbs into your damp panties and pulled them down your legs. You stepped out of them, and she pulled your thigh over her lap so you could straddle her. 

You pressed your lips to hers, and she released a soft sigh through her nose. You pushed her back, so she laid flat, your chest pressed to hers and she lightly scratched her nails down your back. You grinded down on her lap when dug her nails in slightly. 

She pecked your lips one last time before her head plopped back down, a wide grin on her face as she whispered to you, “Still wanna use the wand?” 

You nodded before kissing her again. She grabbed your ass in her hand before patting it lightly, ushering you to lift up slightly so she could wiggle under you. She moved up the bed as you crawled on top of her until her head rested on the pillows. 

You unclasped your bra and tossed it as she rummaged through her drawer, pulling out the wireless, white toy and handing it to you. “Hold that for a sec.” 

She clumsily pulled her boxers halfway down her thighs. You curiously pressed the first of three buttons, and the entire toy rattled strongly in your hand. Oh.

“… Damn.” 

She giggled quietly, “Mhm, there’s a bunch of other settings. Here.” 

You held the toy out to her. She pressed the button underneath the first, and it immediately started pulsing. She pressed it again and the pulses slowed. 

“See which ones you like,” she brought her arm behind her head to rest while the other one massaged your tits softly. 

“Where’s the… slower ones,” you huffed shyly. 

She pressed the second button three times, and the steady pulses ran all the way up your arm. You sighed at the sensations. 

“Like that?” she whispered to you, and you shrugged. 

“Think so.” 

“Take your time.” 

She patiently rubbed your hip as you brought the large bulb of the toy to your tits. Your hips jerked every time it shook against your nipple, small gasps leaving your lips. You looked at her, and your pussy squeezed on top of hers. 

Her nipples were hard, and her eyes were black, but she made no effort to touch you. She just watched in curious silence. 

You brought your free hand up to massage your other breast, and your eyes shut as you grinded on her. 

“You’re so pretty,” you heard her gasp out, her hands digging into your thighs. 

Your cheeks ignited further, “So are you.” 

You grinded down harder on her, and she bucked up against you. Your slick mixed with hers as your breaths increased. 

Your eyes opened and you changed the setting, the pulses increasing slightly. You brought the toy down to her nipple, she immediately started squirming under you, her eyelids quivering. 

You played with her other nipple, and she mewled. You pressed the button, and the timed thrums intensified. She moaned aloud. 

“Okay?”

She nodded at you quickly as she slurred, “It’s s’good, shit.” 

You leaned down to peck her lips before kissing down her neck, sucking into the skin that made her shiver. You missed down her chest before taking her unoccupied nipple in your mouth, pressing the toy deeper into the other. You flicked your tongue around the bud before sucking on it vigorously. 

“Feels like m’gonna cum,” you heard her gasp out in warning above you, surprise evident in her voice. 

“Really?” you released her nipple in shock. Your walls squeezed eagerly at the thought.

“I… I dunno? I’ve never cum like this.” 

“You wanna?” 

“Want you to c-cum with me.” 

“Okay, baby,” and you kissed her nose before moving the toy away from her. She tried to catch her breath. 

You clicked the button, and the toy instantly shook from the powerful vibrations; It made you jump. Ellie released a choked laugh, “That one’s the hardest.” 

“… Oh.” 

She smirked before whispering like she was sharing her dirtiest secret, “It makes me squirt.” 

You hummed at the information, and she giggled. You pressed the second one and the pulses built up again. 

Her chuckles eased into sighs when you placed the shaking silicone between both your pussies, you and your girlfriend’s clits smooshing the toy. You both sighed in unison as the feeling shook your core.

Ellie moaned out your name, “Fuck, shit, baby.”

You felt her legs twisting underneath you, her nails scratching the meat of your ass. 

She was whining your name out, and you knew she was close. “I’m g’na cuuum— “

“Cum for me, Ellie,” you shakily cooed at her. 

She was crying out uh huhs before her entire body locked up underneath you, her hand slamming into her mattress to grasp her sheets before she let out a pleased squeal. You watched her orgasm rock through her: her eyes were rolled back, freckled cheeks a deep red, her sweaty chest rising up and down with every harsh breath. You’ll never get over how beautiful she is. 

You pressed the third button and Ellie nearly curled in on herself. 

Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm built quickly in your gut, your walls clenching tightly.

“Choke me, baby, pleasepleasefuck— “

You carefully wrapped your hand around her throat and squeezed the sides like she does to you, and her eyes crossed in her skull. Her hand wrapped around your wrist to hold you there. 

She wheezed with glossy eyes, “M’gonna cum so fucking hard— “

“C-Cum on me, El, please— “

She breathed in a deep gasp, “I’m cummingm’cumming!—“

She screamed out, and you felt a splash of wetness between your legs, and it triggered your own orgasm. 

Your hand dropped from her neck to catch yourself as you fell forward, your body shaking on top of her as tears filled your eyes. Your clit jumped on the silicone as slick left your entrance, your walls clenching tight around nothing. Ellie was sobbing under you as more of her cum landed on the mattress, leaving a hefty puddle on her blankets. 

It felt like your orgasm lasted minutes before overstimulation rocked through you, your legs trying to shut around the toy. Ellie grabbed your wrist to pull the toy from between your bodies, tossing the juddering object somewhere on the bed. Your body twitched on hers, the aftershocks rocking through you as you rested on her. 

You felt Ellie quivering under you, and you looked up slowly to check on her. She dreamily stared at the ceiling as she caught her breath. 

“O-kay?” You asked brokenly. 

She only nodded before kissing your head. 

You plopped back onto her in exhaustion. 

After you both regathered your strength, you changed the linen and showered. 

Ellie was laying on your bare chest as you massaged her scalp. 

“… El?”

She hummed. 

“I’m gonna try’n talk to her again.”

“Want me there with you?” she asked immediately, and your heart fluttered with gratitude. 

“No, babe,” you stared intensely at the ceiling, “just wanted to let you know that I have to tell her everything.”

She didn’t say anything immediately, but she kissed your chest gently in comfort. 

“I love you.” 

Tears jerked in your eyes. 

“I love you, too.” 

Your sister set her phone down on the pillow next to her. She sighed heavily before shutting her eyes.

When your mom told her you were in California, she didn’t know how to react. She didn’t react, she only listened. 

She listened to your mother’s voice as she explained the ventures you and her were on, sending her the pictures you sent your mother of the beaches, sunsets, and fireworks. 

She couldn’t ignore the concern that bloomed in her chest when your mother told her you talked to your therapist recently: were you okay? How were you behaving? You hadn’t been in years, and she was scared that she triggered something deep within you. 

But when she only heard good news of you and your thriving social life, she was… confused. Your sister had been living on autopilot for months: get up, go to work, smoke, sleep. Everyday since you fought. How were you suddenly so… normal? So happy? What were you on? She’s never heard of you being this bright since you were a toddler. 

Her suspicions were confirmed about you and Ellie, though. She knew your instinctive need to defend her hinted at something deeper. Were the two of you dating, now? Most likely. How did she feel about it? She wasn’t sure, yet. 

For the longest time, all your sister had was you. She was the one you called when she was happy, depressed, anxious, in love, and you never complained. You always showed up to support her without fail, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she wasn’t extending that same courtesy to you, especially now that you were at your most radiant. 

When Isaiah mentioned you on their phone call saying how much you missed her and wished she were there, her heart dropped, and her regret began to set in. You were still thinking about her after all this time? Even with all this animosity between you two? 

… Did Ellie still hate her? Or had you been correct about her wanting to apologize? Did she ruin any chance for reconciliation with her harsh temperament? 

She missed you tremendously. 

And she finally accepted that she missed Ellie just the same. 

She opened the text messages between the two of you, and tears jerked in her eyes at the last one you sent. 

She typed as her hands trembled. 

come see me when you get back? 

Her tears fell at your almost instantaneous response. 

of course 

She sobbed herself to sleep that night as shame and yearning consumed her. 

one more pt to go :(

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Mean girls kink and fetish headcanons!!!

my credentials are: im a kinkster, i practice safe and informed bdsm and i have a sub....hope that's good enough for y'all :D

will i be projecting my kinks onto them? you know itttttt

- i think she's a dom leaning switch. she's not too fussed about positions though, she'll do whatever she wants when she feels like it. i just imagine that she likes to dom more

- that's a hard/mean dom if ive ever seen one. heavy sadist

- i don't think she has a strictly preferred honourific or title but she's open to "mommy", "mistress", "goddess" and "sir". i imagine she gets off on little girls saying her name because she loves herself.

- heavy on impact play as a top. she has a secret stash of a few expensive toys like floggers and crops but it's mainly pervertables. she loves convenience but if she's feeling nice then she'll spoil you and let you choose which expensive one she buys.

- humiliation too as a top. she is almost too good at degradation and mocking. she is at all times perfecting the skill of how to overstimulate you verbally. she's great at picking up on little reactions that she can mock, which brings on more reactions and then all of a sudden you're kneeling in public.

- heavy into worship when she's takes a (brief) break from being mean. she'd make you worship her for hours, head to toe. maybe recite prayers for her about why you don't deserve her.

- breath play but specifically the hand over the mouth choke rather than directly on the throat.

- somno and it's giving "sorry baby, i was just so frustrated and you looked so pretty and open, go back to sleep".

- heavy oral fixation either way. fingers in mouths, strap sucking, eating pussy (obviously!! this bitch loves sitting on faces and hearing mouths fill up beneath her), spit, making out. i'll also group boot licking into here.

- dacryphilia...enough said (that's the paraphilia for crying, dumbasses <3)

- that said, she is definitely trying to be more of a mental dom because she loves playing with minds but she clings to the perceived physicality of bdsm...but she's trying!

- forced submission but not super intense. she wants to train you into not having any walls up so she can get into your head and push you deep into submission.

- she really gets into slurs!!! definitely a 'dyke' and 'fag' every once in a while!

- omg i honestly think she's a secret masochist. she would never outwardly admit it though, but she wants nails digging into her and bleeding scratches.

- first things first, i want to say that i think janis is a really good dom. probably the best and most responsible kinkster out of all of them. she finds the non-sexual element of kink and bdsm just as important.

- i feel that she's more dom leaning but is more than willing to submit in order to experience what she is going to be inflicting or giving to a sub.

- it's giving service dom sun, mommy dom moon and hard dom rising. she's very caring and wants to do anything to please you but she'll do it till you're crying.

- shibari master. this is very obvious. but im talking almost only japanese bondage. she'll make an exception for a western tie if she's doing quick bondage but it's very much an art for her. shibari combines her appreciation of art with her sexually in touch nature and that's why she's so good at it. she's also working up to do suspension which is what drew her to rope bondage in the first place. i think she specialises in floor bondage but she dreams of doing full body suspension. favourite ties - futomomo, overhead harness.

- i know that power dynamic is a given, but she makes sure to reinforce that shit constantly. very much normalising honourifics and them being an everyday thing (she enjoys "mommy" and "sir"), she'd collar you eventually too.

- needles. anything that can be artistic, she does with a lot of effort and care. i think she would love to do wings and other intricate designs. probably not too often, but it would be very special when she did.

- big into temperature play, specifically wax and more burning sensations. again, she considers this as an art, with the plus that it also has the benefits of creating really visceral sensations.

- sensory deprivation. she often likes to do scenes where four of your five senses are taken away, and she can have her way with you <3

- forced submission. she is actively training you to drop at one command, or one look or a certain type of touch. a big goal of hers it to have you brain dead eventually.

- armpits, specifically smothering girls with her pit while she gets them off. janis imi'ike is at all times searching for girls who will deeply sniff her pits and groan while doing so. i know what you are, imi'ike.

- i feel that she's more natural at praise then degradation, but she loves both. she definitely wants to eventually get you off purely verbally.

- hypno. she loves mind fucking, it's her favourite. she has a strong urge to corrupt people from the inside out which is why i think she takes a lot of pride in being more of a "mental" dom.

- not necessarily a kink, but she loves to do scenes where she doms multiple subs at once.

- petplay, but i think she's more down to be a handler or an owner. she loves pups, and kitties and bunnies the most (corruptable)

- the subbiest sub to ever sub in this sub world.

- she would never call herself a brat but she definitely has little brat-isms that her dom's enjoy. but i think she'd do anything for anyone if they had an ounce of dominance. she tries really hard to be obedient and she succeeds most of the time. everyone clap for cady! *claps all around*

- i think she really loves being called "pup", "puppy" or "pet" as an always title. she also gives "girl" and "little girl" vibes since she seeks out mommy's. loves being taken care of omg

- puppy!! this person is a in a consistent (not a 24/7 dynamic but it's definitely an inherent mommy-puppy dynamic) pet dynamic. she goes fully out: collar, toys, bowl, knee pads and mitts, hood, mannerisms!! she's probably a dachshund or a golden lab!

- breath play, not just because of the obvious power exchange but also the compression at the sides of her neck.

- huge praise kink. she'll do anything to get praised. she also needs constant reassurance that's she's a good pup in order for her to get off, so it's almost fetish level. little phrases like "that's it" "that's right" "keep doing that" make her unbelievably whiney.

- size difference. I feel that she really enjoys the power dynamic being reinforced in little ways. so having a taller dom to throw her around is very important to her submission.

- light impact. she's definitely a thuddy type of girl but she'll take anything that you have to give to her. definitely loves face slapping too. loves a paddle. she actually has one that says 'puppy' on it and it leaves a cute little mark.

- marking. she finds the reminder of her submission really vital too, so she enjoys to have bite marks, scratches, bruises, welts on her body. she gets off on power exchange, people!!

- orgasm detail and overstimulation. there is an element of suffering that she really enjoys. maybe not super masochistcly but she likes the suspense of being edged and how overwhelming it is to be overstimulated.

- hand fetish, she loves big, strong, veiny, lesbian hands

- rope bunny (well...puppy). once again, that wider scale compression makes her feel very secure and safe and helpless which puts her into that warm, fuzzy headspace where she can have someone else think for her, for once. favourite ties - armbinder and hip weave harness

- it's pretty obvious that she is the biggest service sub. she is there to do anything you say and more.

- puppy, definitely a dumb pup. names like "puppy", "pup" and "mutt" really do it for her. i feel that she likes to be reminded that she's only there to make her doms feel good and nothing else.

- huge mommy kink!! she actually asks all her doms if she can call them 'mommy' before they even tell her their honourifics (canon). she wants to be mommy-ed and taken care of. she loves the duality of how someone can care of her one minute and then be ruining her the next.

- the puppy in her really loves sniffing pits. she's a little ashamed of this one but she loves doing it nonetheless. i feel that she begs to be buried in mommy's pits very often.

- rope bunny, again similar to cady's love for it. she longs for that physical compression of her muscles and puts her in a good headspace. i can really see her being into mummification and suspension too.

- corruption and dumbification. clearly regina's consistent asshole-ness has rubbed off on her and now she wants to be made dumb and please people until she can't speak. she wants each of her thoughts to be controlled and manipulated.

- degradee...see above. she likes to be slutted out.

- overall loves making her mommy(s) proud and happy and loved.

- i deadass think she doesn't care about positions in the slightest but she tends to sub more just cause of dynamics.

- she loves being called "bun", "bunny" and "girl". she's pretty soft most of the time but she can get edgy depending on the dom and their kinks.

- she's very much into everything anytime. she's flagging orange (if you don't know what im refering to, please look up hanky code and educate yourself. this is basic queer history!!)

- pet regression and age regression. this is very rarely sexual for her. she likes to be in a safe, young headspace when she's around her doms! she's definitely a bunny, has a little tail and and everything. i imagine that her ages are anywhere between four and ten.

- group sex. I feel like she likes showing off to a lot of doms at once. showing them skills that she's been taught. i also get the vibe that she really likes being ordered to put on a show with other subs for their dom.

[urhoneycombwitch]

i always imagine that Steve definitely becomes the soccer mom when he gets older because as much as he used to bitch about always being the babysitter, there was something about driving everyone around and being involved in activities that he really enjoyed

like even if him and his partner don't end up having kids of their own, he gets involved with his friends' kids and volunteer programs like summer events/camp counselling

he's got the snack and juice aisles mastered, schedules combed through thoroughly, allergies memorized, bandaids always on hand. Just like... HBIC but to a bunch of 4-15 year olds lol

you see the vision. let's talk about itttttt. (references made to my oc!kids, m.list for the dad!Steve series cbf here!)

he was absolutely the fussiest lifeguard I believe it. would go around (gently) bullying kids into putting on more sunblock. sooooo popular with the moms ;) I don't know enough about astrology to name him with a star sign but the energy he'd give is that compulsivity of a Virgo. the clipboard, the sunglasses tucked in the hair, the sensible shoes and watch to keep everyone on time.

and if JJ got into kid's soccer he'd be there every practice, every game, on the sidelines cheering her on. telling people "that's my girl!" and pointing her out all proud. signing up to carpool kids home and bring snacks for next week and staying late to help pack up like. he's so earnest about his girl's interests!! whatever she wants to do, whatever she's curious about, he wants to support her and make her feel loved <3 not to mention the gossip with the other moms on the sideline goes crazzzyyyy. he fits right in. baby Birdie on one hip, his hand planted on the other, bitching out the local traffic laws to the other soccer moms, making them preen and giggle and feed him all the latest buzz.

comes home with a few new freckles on the bridge of his nose from standing out in the sun, bouncing the baby and holding JJ's hand as he walks towards you grinning, launching into his most scandalous tone. "you won't believe who took sick leave to get an- ahem- chest... addage."

"was it you?" eyes crinkling up with a smile for Birdie, you take her chubby little fist and kiss it while she perches happily on Steve's waist.

"hah. hilarious. you know I've been working out my pecs. shut up and let me gossip with you!"

he's only pretending to be irritated, dropping into a chair, handing you your sweet lil' girl so he can play with her feet while he spills stories with his fave girls.

[total-feminism-takes]

Yeah yeah tdi writers when it comes to female characters could be better but can we please focus on the fandom? Y’all have no excuse as to how you treat these characters!!!

Hello some of the best written and intriguing characters are female, some of the best dynamics include females but y’all are too busy with your male characters and male ships and your internalised misogyny I mean what who said that???

But fr to go onto some of my most hated things in the fandom because I’m in a whingey mood and want to complain and this blog is great if it’s okay I’m gonna dump these here;

Courtney haters need to SHUT UPPPPPPP!!!! I don’t care if you think she’s badly written she’s not and especially not for tdi standards y’all just want to complain about an interesting female character there’s sooo much to her you can just dig into it’s delicious I love her!! And yet she’s still antagonised by the fandom??? I’m not gonna act like she did no wrong and wasn’t the villain because hello did we see action but it’s more nuanced that her being annoying and evil! Y’all just need to look at her more!!!

Svetlana is ALWAYS neglected by the tdi fandom hello she’s one of the alters we see the most yet everyone hates her!! Why!! She’s not my favourite sure I prefer Vito, Manitoba and maybe Mal maybe but come on! She’s a part of the gang too stop ignoring her!!!

People who hc male characters as misogynistic are icky stop itttttt!!! It’s not fun!!!! I have more to talk about this later but I hateee when people say that male characters are misogynistic when either they’re clearly not or they make such a deal of it cough Ezekiel. I’m fine with it being a joke once again I will make fun of Ezekiel till the day I die but when people low-key make the male characters misogynistic it’s like why! Especially when it’s male fans sorry had to be said.

Can we please not ignore platonic male and female friendships pretty please!!!!! We saw how many of the male and male friendships were fake and caved in on themselves we saw the downfall of the guys alliance why do we act like it’s only the females?? I swear the male and female friendships are the only normal ones in the show bar like Gwen and Duncan because they had to do that but hello we all love a bit of DJ and Heather why do we act like we don’t???

The way tdi fans treat the male x male relationships compared to the female x female relationships is soo gross leave them alone please! They can be just as good!!! You don’t believe me well gwourtney has just as much potential as any male x male relationship but y’all don’t want to hear that! And they’re all so fun hello?? Mkulia did more for the homosexuals than anything pride ever did (jokes). Also you can have your toxic yuri like you have your toxic yaoi y’all just can’t understand that there isn’t as critical of a difference between females and men as you like to act there is oops sorry

The way y’all treat Dawn… sighs. She’s not some cute little garden fairy especially not after tdi she definitely doxxes people on Reddit if they’ve wronged her she definitely leaked Scott’s ip address after tdi. Like yeah she’s nice and a good person and likes animals but let her have fun too please

The way roti fans treat zoey is despicable. They treat her either likes she’s the devil and evil and poor little Mike zoey is so hypocritical and evil and mean, or they treat her like she’s a two dimensional piece of cardboard. Didn’t want to say this but she had some of if not the funniest lines in roti. Yeah she sucked in AS but everyone did and im predicting people treated her like this before AS even came out.

Uh TL;DR treat the female characters like how you treat the males please they’re not that different you just hate women.

Uh take this all with a pinch of salt if you do any of this you don’t hate women im just being hyperbolic but there is clearly some issues with the way you view women if you do any of this. Sorry it’s true I’m sending anonymously because I fear this will strike a nerve.

❤️

[inferencesarchives]

Slithers up to you like a snake

What about a reader who's like a parental figure to Walnut?

Like.. They help Almond babysit her whole he's working

🦎

Take Care

almond x gn reader

summary: some hcs about almond having a s/o that helps take care of walnut

warnings: idk i don't think there's any

ok first off just a quick general hc here. this guy is absolutely smitten for you. like you can't tell me this guy isn't a huge simp for his s/o (he would never admit it tho)

^because of how much he loves, he didn't think it was possible for him to fall even harder for you than he already has. but when you offered to help take care of walnut, boy was he head over heels.

he's so grateful that you're willing to help him and that you're so kind to his daughter.

walnut cookie absolutely loves you. she is like so attached to you. she's so happy that you get to be her new parent kinda

walnut cookie always likes to talk to you about her hobbies and other stuff she's been getting into lately. she's always so happy when she gets to talk to you aaaaa :,))

^also hc that walnut likes to draw but is a beginner and really wants to improve. whenever you compliment one of her doodles she just explodes with joy!!

almond is so happy that walnut trusts you and that the two of you get to spend time together. he loves the both of you so much and he would give both of you the world if he could.

bonus: once, almond came home to find both of you asleep at the kitchen table next to walnut's unfinished homework (lol)

a/n: sorry it's kinda short but this was super cute and i had a lot of fun writing itttttt ty 🦎 anon for ur amazing ideas <33 also im still trying to kick writers block in the shins so that's mainly why things are super short rn but hopefully once i finish my last request and take some time to actually rest and redo some stuff on my blog ill be good to go and start writing again :]

thanks for stopping by!

wanna submit a request? see my requesting rules- oh where did they go oh dear they ran away oh no- oh, here they are!

[thecollectivefixation]

A deep dive into the MK1 cinematics (PT1?)

Hi, I'm a nerd and I like breaking apart scenes for small details and hidden meanings that adds to the overall story. For my first official post on The Collective Fixation blog, Mortal Kombat 1 is going to be topic subject today. I’ll be talking about random scenes in the game and trailer that I found really cool and some of the relationships between characters. (I actually blame my family for introducing me to MK1 the other month and I’ve literally not stopped thinking about it so lets get into it hehehe.)

!WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Ok MK1 is definitely in my top three list of best looking cinematics in video games.

This scene from the trailer was my favourite because it uses the lighting in the building as a medium for foreshadowing. Scorpion (Kuai Liang) being in the warm, bright lighting while Sub-Zero (Bi-Han) being in the cool, dark lighting. The light side referring to Liu Kang as he is first seen with light around him as he ascends down and Shang Tsung representing the dark side as he steps out of dark shadows revealing himself in the trailer. Foreshadowing the betrayal and the two sides of the story that occurs further on in the story.

When Smoke first gets introduced he is seen under red light which can indicate danger or a sense of evil, paired with the dramatic shift in music from calming to almost a startling shift into a intense music. This convinces the audience to think that he is the antagonist in that current moment. The extreme close up on his face shows off his emotions, which is difficult to do since he has the mask on, so actors have to get creative with their facial expressions. We see this with the intense look Smoke has when surveying the area, indicated with his eyebrows and eyes. Also the camera pans left to show off more red light on his face. The camera is below his face making a low camera angle, low camera angles most commonly indicate a sense of power, strength and intimidation to the subject in frame.

(Side note: Live Laugh Love low camera angles, you see them so much in this game and I love itttttt)

The film codes (technical and symbolic) in the scenes between Johnny Cage and Kenshi Takahashi play an important part in the growth of their relationship. When Kenshi is revealed to the audience, the camera pans up from his feet to his sword to his face leaving in at a low camera angle. This increases dramatic tension by slowly revealing to the audience what Johnny sees. When taking in account of the music changing to a upbeat fighting kind of soundtrack the audience makes the conclusion of you guessed it danger, antagonist.

(Ofc cause he isn't the actual villain in the game but as the time he is lol)

(Side note: i love the way the game developers made it so the cameras seems hand held or on a dolly and not fixed in place, seems like we are in the game/story experiencing everything with the characters.)

Not that important but I love how the light from the pool reflects off both Johnny and Kenshi, its all about the details.

Now lets talk about THE SLOW MO BETWEEN JOHNNY AND KENSHI. Gotta admit, it caught me off guard a little, because normally a slow mo is used to focus on a character’s emotional reaction to a person, place or event in that current moment. And after thinking long and hard, I have come up with a conclusion on why the directors made this decision.

To show the tension between Johnny and Kenshi. Kenshi at the beginning of the story does not like Johnny or his ideals, its shown between dialogue when talking about their reasons to becoming Earthrealm defenders and Kenshi disapproval. And is the base of why they interact in the first place, because Kenshi wants Sento and Johnny wont give it over. The slow mo focuses on kenshi’s facial expression of aggravation and intensity about his fight with Raiden and about Johnny’s bad sport man ship in the previous scene with Johnny vs Raiden when Johnny’s ego was talking was basically he talked down Raiden’s abilities. This contrasts Kenshi’s ideals of honour.

(side note again, I haven't done a full deep dive on their characters nor have I done a deep dive on a character so I may have gotten some stuff wrong but I haven't fully played the entire game yet I'm like halfway rn so yea)

Ok that’s all for now, I’ll maybe talk about more scenes once I fully play through the game. Feel free to share your options because I love talking about these kind of things.

-Bookworm

[tummysick]

KINK REVIVED (gently nsfw)

Okay so I visited my friend who lives out of town and we hooked up while I was there. They took me out for a day at a lake and we spent time in the water talking and laughing and making out. At one point we took a break from kissing to talk. They were telling me about college parties and how people get sick and then just CASUALLY MENTIONED that in the times they've gotten sick it would've been so hot to know someone was getting off on it. They know about my kink. When they said this they were holding me in their arms with my legs wrapped around them and suddenly my legs were SHAKING. I have not recovered lol. Anyone else making travel plans around a college fraternity's party schedule? I want itttttt. Maybe I should write a sickfic 👀