#MARIEEEE

[nazumichi]

absolutely awful how I can recognise jim rash two seconds into while voicing an animated goose, but not gillian jacobs with different hair. it’s like I both watched this show and also I did not at all.

[mikeyliciousss]

mood atm :

tuuurrrrn awayyyyy ..... if you coulddd get meee a drink of water cuz my lips are chapped n faded call my auuuuuntttt marieeee..... help her gather all my things and bury me in all my favorite colors ,,, my sisters and my brothersss still .... I WILL NOTTT KISSSSS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU CUZ THE HARDESTTT PARTTT OFFFF THISSSSS IS LEAVINNN YOUUUUU............... . . .... .... now turrrrrnnnnn awayyyy ..... cuz im awful just to see cuz all my hair's abandoned all my body oh my aaaaaaaaagonyyyyy ....... know that i will NEVER MARRYYYYY ..... baby im just soggy from the chemo but countin down the daysss toooo goooo ... AND IT JUST AINT LIVINNNN AND I JUST HOPE YOU KNOWWWWWWWW THAT IFFFF YOU SAYYYYYYY GOODBYE TODAYAYYYY ID ASK YOUUU TOOOO BE TRUEEEE..........CUZ RHE HARDEST PART OF THISSSS ISSS LEAVINNNNN YOUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUU.......... . CUZ THE HARDESST PART IF THISSSSS ISSSS LEAVINNNNNN YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 💔💔💔💔💔

thanks for listening 🤑✌️

[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson sings Lucky Again, FITFWT24: Santiago [24.5.2024] 📸 marieeeely IG story

[paperdoll201]

꧁•⊹٭𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎٭⊹•꧂

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫!

𝐜𝐰: 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞?

𝟧.𝟪𝓀 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈

The clock hadn't even chimed 5:00 AM when Jordan tiptoed into Marie's room, the only light a soft orange glow of a picture of the two of them emanating from their phone. He watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling peacefully, a small smile playing on her lips. It was a smile he always tried to protect, to keep on her. Today, they'd do just that, in the most romantic way they could imagine. It took them knocking back six melatonin gummies and ten alarms to make sure they got up this early morning, but it would be so worth it.

Leaning closer, he whispered, "Marieeee,”  lightly tapping the side of his girlfriend’s face with their hand. “Wake up!” 

Marie stirred, mumbling under her breath before turning away, back facing them. 

Jordan knelt beside Marie's bed, their voice barely above a hushed whisper. "Marie, baby? Time to rise and fucking shine." They peeked over at Emma's bed, ensuring the roommate slumbered peacefully. Marie stirred but remained hidden deep beneath the covers. "Get up, we got shit to do," Jordan teased, a playful lilt in their voice.

They sighed, rolling their eyes a bit, a little annoyed that Marie still wasn’t getting up. Jordan stood up, stretching, their back popping with an audible crack.

Another sigh left Jordan's lips. Okay, new strategy. They cracked their knuckles, enjoying the audible ‘pop’ sound they made before winding their arm back and delivering a swift smack to Marie’s ass, not letting go before they (gently) twisted it.

Her eyes sprung open, back immediately arched as she automatically grabbed her butt in shock. It took her a couple of blinks from her eyes before she recognized the standing form over her to be her themfriend. 

“What the actual fuck Jordan?” she groaned, flipping them off as they laughed on about ‘the good ol’ grip and twist’ or whatever that fucking meant. “I should kill you.”

"If you do that, you won't get the gifts I got you." With a dramatic flourish, they brought out a large brown teddy bear from behind their back (where they were hiding that, who knows? Venus did not feel like detailing). In its fluffy paws, it clutched an envelope adorned with a simple inscription: "I love you."

"Happy Valentine's Day, part two, baby," Jordan murmured, shaking the bear playfully in front of Marie's face.

A surprised laugh escaped Marie's lips, instantly muffled by a hand clamped over her mouth. They both glanced nervously towards Emma's bed, ensuring the roommate slumbered peacefully.

Marie giggled, a bright smile. "It's so cute!" she exclaimed, perhaps a little louder than intended. Their eyes met, and a shared understanding passed between them – quiet laughter filled the small space.

Pulling the bear close, she whispered, "Thank you, Jordan. It's perfect."

Curiosity danced in Jordan's eyes. "Open the envelope," they urged, excitement bubbling under their calm exterior. As Marie unfolded the crisp paper, a mischievous smile replaced their seriousness. They shifted as they climbed her bed, settling comfortably next to their girlfriend as they watched with a small smile as Marie opened the envelope.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she exclaimed, a giggle leaving her lips happily. Jordan had discovered early on in their relationship that Marie wasn't a fan of candy and chocolate– really any sweets in general. When it came to fucking KitKats though? Jordan was often left unsure which she loved more – them or fucking KitKats. 

"How did you fit so much chocolate in here?" Marie chuckled, carefully tipping the envelope onto the bed. The mini KitKats tumbled out, forming a miniature avalanche of chocolate heaven. She counted quickly, a grin spreading across her face. "There's gotta be at least 50 Jor."

“44. I ate some as I was packing them,” they shrugged nonchalantly. "Now come on," Jordan urged, already hopping out of bed. "We gotta go before the sun rises."

"Go where?" Marie asked, already munching on a second KitKat. "Is this not the surprise?" She raised an eyebrow playfully, finishing the chocolate and reaching for another.

Jordan's face fell for a quick second. "No? Of course not!" they stammered, regaining their composure quickly. "Come on, dress warmly. Hurry up." They tossed a hoodie towards her from the closet.

"Shower first?" Marie yawned, walking over to pick up her towel and shower bag. "Wake myself up?

Jordan's lips twitched.  “Yeah sure, just hurry up,” they lightly tapped their feet, a bit impatiently.

“Oh? Thought you’d want to join me?” Marie smiled over at them as she walked out the dorm.

Jordan blinked a bit, before quickly rushing after her. They wouldn’t mind another shower.

Marie's hand slipped into Jordan's as they walked towards the parked car, their steps light in the pre-dawn silence. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and damp earth, and the first blush of pink was just beginning to tinge the eastern horizon.

Jordan's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. They had "borrowed" their dad's prized possession, a gleaming 1974 Jaguar E-Type, for this date. Their parents were out of town for the weekend, presenting the perfect opportunity to “borrow” the car. They’d probably get caught but it was worth it.

As they drew closer, the sleek lines of the car and the low growl of its engine sent a shiver down Marie's spine. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Jordan," she breathed, "holy shit?! Who’d you steal this from?!"

Jordan winked. "My dad. Try not to get any scratches on it" they replied, throwing open the passenger door with a flourish. The plush red leather interior welcomed them like a warm embrace, contrasting the cool night air.

The cool leather of the car enveloped them as they slid into it. Jordan settled into the driver's seat, their fingers instinctively finding the familiar contours of the smooth gear shift. A playful smile tugged at the corners of their mouth as they leaned closer to Marie, giving her a quick kiss to the cheek.

"Buckle up, princess," they whispered, their voice barely above a murmur. The words sent a shiver down Marie's spine, a delightful counterpoint to the goosebumps raised by the early morning chill. With a flick of their wrist, Jordan brought the top down, and the car was suddenly bathed in the soft glow of the sky.

As they pulled away from the dorm parking lot, the asphalt shimmered with the light of the car’s headlights. Headlights from oncoming cars sped through the darkness, and the city buildings around them loomed over them.

"Our ETA is about 40 minutes, give or take, shouldn’t have any traffic," Jordan said, her voice barely above a whisper as she navigated the quiet streets. "So just relax and enjoy the ride."

Marie leaned back in the plush leather seat, the warmth of the car engine slowly chasing away the early morning chill. Her gaze drifted between the city lights fading one by one and the vast expanse of the dark sky, where stars still sprinkled the sky and the moon shone bright.

A comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the rhythmic hum of the engine and the soft sound of wind against the open windows. The air carried the faint scent of coffee from the picnic basket nestled in their trunk.

After a few moments, Marie's voice broke the quiet. "Can I drive on the way back?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as she ran her hands over the interior of the car.

Jordan chuckled, a warm sound that echoed through the car. "Absolutely fucking not," they responded, their gaze fixed on the winding road ahead.

"Come on, Jordan," Marie sighed, her voice tinged with mock irritation. "You’ve been teaching me to drive for like what, four months now? I’ve gotten much better, you said so yourself.”

Jordan glanced at her with a small smile. "True, but until you’ve learned to not hit a curb when making a right turn, your hands will never meet this steering wheel," they teased, recalling back to the last time they let Marie drive their car. Luckily for them, the scratches weren’t too expensive to fix. "This beauty deserves a skilled hand on the wheel," they smiled, ignoring the whack Marie gave them at their comment.

“I’ll let you drive my car again,” they added when they could feel their girlfriend pouting in their direction. 

"Deal," Marie quickly agreed. “No fucking take backs, you offered,” she grinned at them happily, bouncing around a bit in her seat. 

As they drove deeper into the city, the buildings grew taller and closer, their glass catching the first hints of dawn. The air vibrated with a particular energy, a quiet hum of anticipation flowed between the couple.

Finally, they reached their destination – a secluded hilltop overlooking the city. Pulling over with a gentle turn, Jordan turned off the engine. The silence that followed was calm, broken only by the chirping of birds and the distant rumble of the waking city below.

The dawn chorus swelled as they exited the car, the air cool but thick with the promise of warmth. Marie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in awe.

"Wow," she breathed, her eyes wide as they tracked the fiery orange bleeding into the purple canvas of the sky. "This is... beautiful. So worth waking up early for."

She walked towards Jordan, the rising sun illuminating the soft contours of their face. They stood bathed in the pre-dawn glow, two figures silhouetted against the breathtaking backdrop. Marie pulled them into a close hug, the warmth of their embrace grounding her in the moment.

"How did you find this place?" she asked, her voice hushed.

Jordan chuckled, their eyes twinkling and a small smile dawning on their face. "I was just exploring this side of the city one day, stumbled on it. Figured it might be the perfect spot for our date."

A pout formed on Marie's lips. "Perfect spot? Perfect spot for a first date?"

Jordan squeezed her tighter, their eyes holding a teasing look. "Maybe," they admitted with a grin. "To be honest, did bring someone here like two-three years ago."

Marie feigned mock outrage. "Other people? Wow, Jordan, talk about romantic."

Jordan rolled their eyes playfully. "Oh, plenty of people," they teased, reaching around to grab a picnic basket from the back of the car. "Sometimes even multiple at the same time." they gasped sarcastically.

Before Marie could retaliate, Jordan leaned in, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss that chased away the chill of the morning air.

"I’m kidding," they said, pulling away with a smile, shifting into their female form. "Let's eat I’m fucking hungry."

Marie followed them, muttering a playful "shut up" under her breath. Jordan had already spread out a blanket on the ground, transforming the hilltop into an intimate outdoor breakfast. As they settled down, Jordan began unpacking the basket. There were two sandwiches, each made on flaky croissants, and an array of fruits – including, of course, pineapple, Marie's absolute favorite. Two steaming mugs of coffee, now more lukewarm but it’s fucking whatever. 

Sunlight poured over them, warming their faces and bathing the food in a golden glow. As they ate, sharing bites and laughter, they watched the sky transform, the orange deepening to fiery reds and pinks, then melting into a soft, ethereal lavender. The city below them slowly awoke, its lights blinking out one by one like fireflies in the night.

Jordan paused mid-sandwich, a playful glint in their eyes.  “Just letting you know,” she started, voice laced with humor,  “I bought this food and am willing to admit it unlike a certain someone…” she trailed off, her gaze shifting pointedly towards Marie.

Marie, feigning innocence, pretended to be engrossed in her pineapple slices. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," she huffed, clearing her throat nervously. 

“The pancakes you ‘made me’,” Jordan chuckled, putting air quotes around the words. “So good by the way, it tasted like the IHOP pancakes we had just last week.”  

“How’d you know,” Marie smiled sheepishly at them. 

"One," Jordan held up a finger, “I know you can’t cook for shit. Two," another finger joined the first, “Saw the IHOP bag in the trash in your dorm when I was on your scavenger hunt.” 

“Let’s just pretend I made them, hm?” Marie smiled, leaning her body against theirs.

“Sure,” Jordan responded simply, offering her a bite of their sandwich. As they settled back against the blanket, sharing food and laughter, a comfortable silence fell. The warmth of the sun kissed their faces, prompting Jordan to capture the moment with their phone. Stolen kisses, quiet conversations, and the simple joy of each other's presence filled the air. Each glance at Marie sent a warm tremor through Jordan's heart. She looked effortlessly beautiful, even in her casual God U hoodie, the morning light highlighting the soft strands of her locs. Unable to resist, Jordan captured a few candid photos, her sleeping form nestled soundly on their shoulder. Jordan loved this, the moment, the food, her. God they loved her. 

With a gentle nudge, Jordan detangled themself, careful not to disturb Marie's peaceful slumber. A small grin spread across their face as they reached into the car trunk, getting their hidden present – a small, velvet box wrapped in a beautiful ribbon.

“Jordan?” She turned, eyes widening in curiosity. "Something wrong?" she asked, a sleepy smile gracing her lips.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” Jordan asked, walking closer. They kept the box hidden, adding to the intrigue.

“Nah, ‘wasn’t really asleep. Whatcha got back there,” she strained her neck to see what was hidden behind their back. 

Jordan chuckled, kneeling down in front of her. "Just another little something I thought you might like," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marie mirrored their movements, shifting onto her knees to meet their gaze. "Another gift, huh?" she raised an eyebrow playfully. "Are you trying to spoil me, Jordan?"

Panic momentarily seized Jordan as they watched Marie reach for the smaller, already unwrapped gift. "Wait, shit, hold on!" they blurted, scrambling towards the car trunk with a haste that almost sent them stumbling. A silent chuckle escaped their lips as they unearthed the bigger, forgotten present.

Returning with a sheepish grin, they held out the wrapped package. "Okay, this time for sure. Open this first."

As Marie peeled away the paper, their explanation unfolded. "It's a skateboard," they announced, watching her eyes widen with surprise and delight. "No more stealing mine, whenever you wanna practice.”

Their words were barely out before a delighted laugh filled the air. Marie flipped the board over, revealing a bold black inscription on the underside: "I love Jordan."

She burst into another peal of laughter, throwing her head back and shaking it playfully. "Well, I do love you, Jordan," she admitted, leaning forward to plant a wet, affectionate kiss on their cheek.

Taking Marie's hands in theirs, they held out the smaller box they'd almost forgotten. "And," they said, their voice filled with anticipation. "I got you this."

Marie’s eyes widened as she carefully unwrapped the small box, her fingers trembling slightly. Inside, nestled on velvet, lay two rings. They were unlike anything she'd ever seen before. The inner circle, forged from a dark, meteorite material, held a mesmerizing depth. Surrounding it was a band of black tungsten, sleek and modern, grounding the otherworldly center.

"Jordan..." she gasped, her voice choked with emotion. "Is this a...?"

Jordan chuckled nervously, their gaze flickering away for a moment. "No, no, it's not that," they rushed to assure her. They are both way too young to get married. They moved around a bit, shifting to their male form, feeling extremely vulnerable.  "I just... for weeks, I've been trying to find the perfect thing for you, something special. But everything seemed too fucking generic, too impersonal." He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Then I remembered that time you wore my ring and didn’t give it back until a week later. Anyways, the next day, I saw these and... well, here we are."

With a hand still shaking slightly, Jordan lifted one of the rings. "It's a promise ring. Matching ones, actually. I know, I know fucking corny," they continued, the nervousness creeping back into their voice, "and there's no guarantee what the future holds, whether we'll be together forever, even friends. But..." they closed their eyes for a beat, then opened them to meet Marie's tear-filled gaze.

"You make me a better person, Marie. You're my anchor, the one who puts up with my shit and loves me even when I'm... well, me. The thought of a world without you, without Marie Moreau in it... it's fucking terrifying. You mean everything to me, baby, and..." they stammered, suddenly flustered. "What I'm trying to say is..."

Before they could complete their jumbled thoughts, Marie reached out, her fingertips gently brushing the sides of their face. The touch silenced them, conveying a thousand unspoken words more eloquently than any speech. She leaned in, their kiss soft and full of unspoken promises.

Pulling away, she smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "This is perfect, Jordan. You are perfect."

Relief washed over Jordan's face. "Thank fuck," they laughed, a nervous edge still lingering in their voice. “Cause I can’t return these,” they laughed, slipping the ring on Marie’s finger. 

Marie took a picture of their hands after Jordan put on their own, sending it to Emma saying something along the lines of “she’s gonna fucking freak.”

"This has been..." she began sliding into his lap, her voice soft and laced with contentment, "a perfect start to Valentine's Day. Part two," she added, wrapping her arms around him with a playful wink.

Jordan's heart skipped a beat. They leaned up, fingers tracing the soft curve of Marie's jaw before cupping her face. Their eyes locked, unspoken emotions swirling within them. Then, gently, their lips met. The kiss was slow, tender, at first before the intensity grew like a rising tide. Marie's hands entwined in Jordan's hair, pulling them closer, deepening the kiss. Their lips moved in perfect synchrony, intoxicating each other with a passion that had been brewing beneath the surface for far too long.

Their hands roamed freely, exploring familiar territory while discovering new sensations. Jordan's fingers traced delicate patterns along Marie's back, sending shivers down her spine. Marie's hands tangled in Jordan's hair, pulling them closer as if trying to merge their very souls together.

Jordan's hands slipped underneath Marie's hoodie, their touch sending a surge of electricity through Marie's body. She gasped into the kiss, her breath mingling with Jordan's as their tongues danced in a fiery embrace. They slid their hands up Marie's back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the blanket. Marie gasped against their mouth, surrendering herself completely to the passion that enveloped them. 

With a sudden urgency, Jordan gently pushed Marie back onto the picnic blanket, their lips never parting. Their bodies were meshed together of need and longing, each touch fueling the want that consumed them. 

Marie moaned softly as Jordan's lips trailed down her neck, their teeth gently grazing her delicate skin. Jordan's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body, sending ripples of pleasure racing through Marie's veins. They shifted into their female form, hastily removing Marie's sweater in the process. Their eyes met again, before Jordan dipped their head, taking Marie's left nipple into their mouth. 

Marie's back to arch off the blanket. She cried out, her nails digging into Jordan's back as their lips continued to move in perfect harmony. Jordan's fingers teased and pinched Marie's other nipple, creating waves of pleasure that washed over her. 

Jordan couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the sight and feel of Marie beneath her. Her heart raced, and her breath quickened as she continued her exploration of Marie's body, mapping every inch with tender kisses and skilled touches.

As Jordan suckled Marie's nipple, they slid a hand down Marie's stomach into her pants.  Their fingers met the moist and eager folds of her pussy, teasing and probing, sending Marie into a frenzy of desire.

Her hips bucked beneath Jordan's touch, her breath coming in short gasps as the pleasures intensified. "Jor-dan," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please..."

Jordan chuckled softly, their lips leaving Marie's nipple to trail down her chest, over her stomach, and finally, to the juncture of her thighs, slowly pulling her pants down her legs, and leaving them tangled on the blanket beside them. Jordan's breath was warm against her skin, and she could feel their eyes on her most intimate part. A shiver ran through her as Jordan's fingers traced lightly over her folds, making her moan softly.

"Please, Jordan, I need you," Marie whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Jordan chuckled softly, their lips brushing against her clit in slow, teasing circles. Marie's hips bucked beneath them, her body arching off the blanket in search of more.

Jordan's fingers slid inside her, their movements slow and deliberate. "You feel so good," Jordan whispered against her skin, their breath hot and sweet against her thighs.

Marie gasped at the sensation, her body responding to the gentle invasion with a rush of pressure and desire. They thrust their fingers in and out, their rhythm picking up pace until her hips were bucking wildly against their hand.

"Oh my god..." she pleaded, her voice breaking with need. Jordan's fingers moved in sync with their mouth, their lips and tongue exploring her most sensitive spots. Marie felt like she was on fire, her entire body alive with the sensation of Jordan's touch.

"Fuck," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. Jordan chuckled softly, their breath warm against her skin as they eagerly went back to eating her out, their tongue darting and flicking against her clit. Marie's body shook with pleasure, each touch sending shivers through her. Her hips bucked wildly, driving herself closer and closer to the edge.

Jordan groaned at the feel of Marie's hands tugging their hair, happily lapping out the juices that left Marie's cunt. They removed their fingers from her, both hands moving to spread Marie's thighs further apart. 

With their face now firmly planted between Marie's legs, Jordan's tongue probed deeper, their lips sealing around her swollen clit. They suckled hard, their tongue flicking back and forth, and Marie arched her back, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Her orgasm seemed to climb slowly, building and building until it finally reached its peak. Her body convulsed with wave after wave of ecstasy as her juices flowed freely, coating Jordan's face. She cried out Jordan's name, her voice echoing through the quiet morning as she rode out the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

As she panted, trying to catch her breath, Jordan slowly pulled away from her, crawling up Marie's body until their faces were inches apart. Their eyes met in lustful appreciation, the euphoria of the moment written clearly in their gazes. 

Their lips met once more, tongues tangling in a passionate kiss that mirrored the one before. Jordan's hands roamed over Marie's body, tracing the lines of her beauty, and Marie felt as if she were glowing from the inside out.

Their hearts pounded in sync, their breathing becoming heavier as desire took over. Jordan's hand now found its way back to Marie's sex, her fingers slipping between her folds, finding her clit once more. Marie moaned softly into the kiss, her hips bucking involuntarily against Jordan's touch. 

Marie hastily took off Jordan’s sweater, wanting to feel her chest against her own as she continued fingering her. Their hands intertwined, pulling them closer, and Jordan's fingers became more skilled, moving with precision, caressing every part of Marie's most sensitive spots. Marie's mind was a blur of lust and pleasure, each touch from Jordan sending her higher and higher, until she could feel the edge of her second orgasm approaching.

As she panted, her breaths becoming shallow and fast, Jordan moved their lips from hers to whisper in her ear, "I want you, Marie. I want you so much."

Marie couldn't even respond, all she could do was nod in agreement, her entire body trembling with anticipation. Jordan's hands worked furiously between her legs, their fingers dipping in and out of her. Their chests rose and fell together, and Marie leaned up to kiss them softly once more, her lips brushing against their ear. "I need to feel you Jordan," she whined, tugging at the waist of their jeans.

Jordan grinned, their heart racing just as much as Marie's. They removed their hand from between Marie's legs and reached down to pull off their jeans along with their underwear, kicking them to the side. 

Marie reached a hand up, hands dipping easily into Jordan's pussy. She felt the dampness and warmth, her fingers sinking in deep. Jordan's hips bucked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping their lips. 

"Shit," she mumbled underneath her breath before removing Marie's fingers from her. They lined their own pussy over Marie's own dripping one, leaning down their lips met again for a brief moment as they locked eyes again. Jordan slowly began to grind against Marie, her hips moving in a rhythm that was equal parts need and desire. Marie's fingers dug into Jordan's back, her nails leaving small marks.

As their bodies moved together, Jordan's hands roamed Marie's body, caressing every inch of her skin. Their fingers traced the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the delicate line of her collarbone.

Marie bit her lip, her nails digging into Jordan's back as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, their eyes never leaving each other's. "Fuck, Jordan... you feel so good..." Marie moaned, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding.

Jordan's head fell back, teeth grazing her neck as they picked up the pace, their hips shifting back and forth in a slow, sensual dance. Their breaths were ragged, their hearts pounding in rhythm with the thrusts. 

Jordan's hips continued to grind against Marie, the intensity of their connection growing with each passing moment. Their breaths were now ragged and shallow, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together.

Marie's hands roamed down Jordan's back, gripping their ass, pulling them closer. She wanted to feel every inch of Jordan's body against her own. Jordan's fingers intertwined with Marie's, their hands guiding each other's movements.

Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a passionate embrace. Jordan's hands slipped from Marie's body, one moving to cup her face, the other sliding between them, teasing her entrance. Marie whimpered softly, her hips bucking against Jordan's hand.

Marie's fingers tightened in Jordan's back, her body arching to meet theirs with every thrust. "I love you..." she moaned, her voice full of longing and passion.

Jordan grinned, their eyes fluttering shut as they continued to grind against Marie. Their hips picked up pace, their movements becoming more urgent as their desire grew. The sensation of their bodies pressed together was intoxicating, and they couldn't help but let out a low groan, their hips bucking wildly against Marie. "Fuck I'm gonna cum,"  they panted, their eyes meeting once again as they rode the edge of their desire.

Marie felt the same feeling rising within her, her body trembling with every thrust. She wrapped her arms around Jordan's neck, pulling them closer to her, their bodies melding together perfectly. Their kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a passionate exchange that mirrored the one before.

Jordan's hands slid down Marie's back, gripping her hips tightly as they began to move faster, their bodies slamming together with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and Marie felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm. "Oh my God," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need. Jordan's eyes fluttered shut once again as they continued to grind against Marie, their hips moving in perfect sync. Their mouths met once more, their tongues darting and flicking, their bodies moving in together.

She let out a ragged moan, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. "Jordan... shit," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding. 

Jordan's eyes glistened with lust, their hips moving raggedly with her own. They leaned down, their lips brushed against Marie's ear, their breath hot and heavy. "Cum for me, Marie."

Their words were like a trigger, and Marie felt herself tipping over the edge. Her hips bucked wildly, her body convulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy. She screamed Jordan's name, her orgasm building and building until it finally reached its peak.

As her body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Jordan continued rocking their hips against Marie, reaching their own orgasm.

Their eyes locked, each feeling the intensity of the other's orgasm, and they both let out a low, guttural groan, their bodies quaking together in the aftermath. As they caught their breath, Jordan slowly pulled away shifting into their male form, their chests rising and falling in sync.

They rolled off Marie, sitting next to her and patted their lap. "Want you on top of me," he groaned, gesturing to his hard dick.

Marie nodded, her eyes glazed with desire, she stroked Jordan's chest, tracing the lines of his body. She slowly rose up, her hands gripping their shoulders as she positioned herself. Jordan reached up, guiding her hips, their fingers brushing against her sex, making her moan softly.

As they locked eyes, Marie slowly lowered herself onto Jordan's hard cock, feeling the warmth and thickness of it as it filled her up. She let out a small whimper as it stretched her, her hips adjusting to the sensation. Their lips met once more, their kiss deep and full of passion.

Jordan's hands gripped Marie's hips, guiding her every movement as she began to ride him. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their hips slamming together with each thrust.

Marie leaned forward, her hands gripping Jordan's shoulders, her head falling back as she let out a low moan. She could feel Jordan's fingers digging into her hips, their breath hot against her skin.

Their kiss broke as Marie's hips picked up pace, her body trembling with desire. "Fuck Jordan," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need. 

Jordan grinned, forcing their eyes open as they continued to thrust upwards, meeting each of Marie's movements. Their breath was ragged, their hearts pounding in rhythm with the thrusts.

The sensation of Marie's body enveloping them was overwhelming, and every sensation Jordan felt was so fucking potent.

"Oh God," Marie moaned, her body arching to meet Jordan's every thrust. She could feel her own orgasm building again, her hips moving in a wild dance of passion and desire.

Marie's eyes fluttered shut as she felt Jordan's fingers caressing her breasts, her body trembling with each thrust. "Oh God," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding.

Jordan's lips moved to her neck, their teeth grazing her skin as they whispered, "You feel so good, Marie."

Their hips continued to move in perfect synchrony, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together. As their orgasm inched closer, Jordan's hands shifted, gripping Marie's hips tightly.

Marie's eyes met Jordan's, their hearts racing in tandem as they bore into each other's eyes, their bodies slamming together. Marie felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm, her body trembling with every thrust. 

‘Fuck, I'm gonna cum’ they thought before quickly flipping them over, Marie now on her back and them on top. Jordan's thrusts grew more intense with their new position, their hips slamming into Marie's with a feverish intensity. She screamed out Jordan's name, her nails digging into their shoulders, her body arching up to meet their every thrust.

Jordan's breaths grew shorter and heavier, their eyes locked with Marie's as their bodies shook in pleasure, necklace moving with each thrust. They grabbed both of her legs, placing them on either side of their shoulders. 

Raising their hips, they plunged deep into Marie, feeling the delicious tightness of her body around them. Her moans echoed in their ear, driving them wild with desire. Their cock throbbed with need, yearning for release.

His hands gripped Marie's thighs, pulling her closer, his hips never stopping his rhythm. The passion between them was palpable, fucking electric.

"Y-yes, Jordan," Marie begged, her voice a pleading whisper. Her nails dug into their back.

Jordan's hips moved in a frenzied rhythm, their breaths ragged and uneven. They could feel their own orgasm building, the sensation of Marie's body surrounding them overwhelming.

"Oh fuck" he panted, his voice full of emotion. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as they moved in perfect sync. Jordan's hips picked up pace, movements becoming more urgent as their orgasm grew closer.

Their moans filled the air as they rode the edge of their desire, their bodies trembling. Jordan's eyes fluttered shut, their body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. They knew they were close as well, their hips slamming into Marie with an almost animalistic ferocity. Their breaths grew ragged, their heartbeat matching the rhythm of their thrusts. Jordan's lips moved to her neck, their teeth grazing her skin as they whispered, "You feel so good, Marie."

Their hips continued to move in perfect synchrony, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together. As their orgasm inched closer, Jordan's hands shifted, gripping Marie's hips tightly.

Marie felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm, her body trembling with every thrust. "Oh Jordan," she whimpered, her voice mingling with their own ragged breathing. They both reached the edge, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their release. Moans filling the cool air.Their hips bucked wildly, their bodies trembling with wave after wave of ecstasy. They felt themselves reaching the peak of their orgasm, the pleasure building and building until it finally released them from its grip, cumming hard inside Marie's pussy.

Slowly, Jordan pulled out of Marie, their cock glistening with the evidence of their lovemaking. Marie's skin was flushed, her hair a mess of tangled strands. They both lay there, panting and gasping for air, their bodies still connected on a deeper level. 

After a moment, Jordan gently caressed Marie's cheek, their fingers tracing her features. "I love you," they said, their voice raw with emotion.

Marie smiled, her eyes shining with love and contentment. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice just as hoarse as Jordan's.

They lay there for a moment longer, basking in the silence before Jordan spoke up.

"My balls are cold."

"Ruined the moment."

Woooo, I had a time last night! That's why this didn't come yesterday. Also haven't been on Tumblr all day so I didn't notice this hadn't posted?? What's the point of scheduling a post if it doesn't post....

but it is here now.

Happy Valentines Day!

[ask-cal-cuttlefish]

callie I am big fan big fan ...

do you like squidster beast....

"he what-" @marie-cuttlefish "MARIEEEE! IS AGENT 4 SQUIDSTER BEAST!?"

[hyunjungjae]

marieeee, voyerism com o jaemin pf 🥺 tipo os meninos no dormitório, e ele te macetando nem aí pra eles ouvindo e fofocando na porta do quarto (principalmente o hyuck fofoqueiro)

idgaf. — Na Jaemin

espero q voce goste 🥹🥹🥹

Contém: um jaemin bem fds pros barulhos, um voyeurismo vindo do haechan abusado, um jisung traumatizado, jaemin usando ‘minha garota’, e não sei(?)

“Hyung…vem aqui no meu quarto…eu to ouvindo um barulho meio…estranho” Jisung pensava cautelosamente nas escolhas das próprias palavras, ao falar com Jeno e Haechan que estavam na sala, sobre o barulho que ouvia vindo da parede do quarto ao lado.

Os dois o acompanham até o quarto, e não precisa de muito ao ouvir para saber o que acontecia no quarto ao lado, “Jisung-ah, acho melhor você dormir na sala ou no quarto de outra pessoa, o barulho não vai acabar tão cedo…” o mais velho dizia com uma vontade imensa de rir. Já Haechan estava desacreditado em como vocês estavam transando sem nem ao menos se importar com o barulho.

Seus gemidos ficaram mais altos, chegando ais ouvido de Jisung, juntando um ponto ao outro, o garoto entendeu o que acontecia, “Como- Como…não…como…” ele era outro que estava totalmente inconformado em como os dois não se importavam com barulhos.

Enquanto isso, Jaemin metia com força dentro de ti, “Jaemin…os meninos…vão ouvir…” você dizia com a respiração ofegante, “Que se fodam eles, quero curtir o tempo que eu tenho com a minha garota.” ao dizer ‘minha garota’ ele dá um sorrisinho, e que sorriso! Poderia mentalmente listar as coisas que te enlouqueciam se tratando de Na Jaemin. O sorrisinho com certeza estaria em primeiro.

Jaemin começa a te estocar mais rápido, recebendo apertos e gritos vindos de ti.

Do lado de fora, Haechan olhava pela fechadura da porta o que acontecia no quarto, apenas para ter certeza do que acontecia, também porque talvez a curiosidade, disfarçada de tesão, tomava conta do corpo dele.

Ao ver Jaemin por cima de ti, os dois na cama totalmente despidos, as roupas jogadas no chão, ele se sente excitado, mas esconde puxando o próprio moletom para baixo, “Yo…eles estão mesmo…” ele só estava assim, pois não acreditava que você com a carinha de santa que tinha, estaria sendo fodida tão brutalmente daquela forma.

Assim, os três garotos apenas preferiram deixar quieto o que acontecia, Mark e Chenle provavelmente estariam ocupados demais, de fones entretidos em algo, em algum cômodo da casa.

Mas, como Jeno havia falado, para Jaemin aquela perturbação da cama batendo na parede estaria apenas no começo, caso os garotos não quisessem ouvir, eles que saíssem ou eles que fossem arrumar algo para se distraírem.

um grabde bejo mwah ❤️‍🩹

[henrybarrow]

PEGGY - a fanfic of what I think her life could've been like!! As a warning it gets super lazy toward the end😭 and it's probably not the best ever due to the fact I've barely slept but shhh I'm rubbish at writing </3

I did forget maybe 1 or 2 parts but its fiiiiine I think!! I can't really think of TW's but car cr@sh mentions. Anyway, aside from that try to enjoy!! I tried to be descriptive but I'm super bad at that I think? And be warned it MAY make you cry (I dont really cry but I almost cried while writing)!!

AND NO just because it's a fanfic doesnt mean it's about being in a relationship idk if that's a connection people even make but I want to clarify this just incase^^ I do NOT write romantic things often, it makes me feel ill:D

"Marie?"

"MARIE! Where were you? You've been out all night!"

Marie's eyeliner and mascara was dripping down her face, not that she cared all that much. She had been out since 5pm on Sunday the 1st of September, and it was now 8am on monday. She was so thankful it was a week off.

Peggy stood, facing marie while holding a drawing, but Marie pushed her to the side and ran up the stairs.

Where has Marie been? Peggy wondered. She decided she would draw another picture for Marie, maybe that would cheer her up? She wasn't sure, she'd never seen Marie like this, and where was George? They were neighbors, and he certainly wasn't home. They would've known if he was, because he would've been round for breakfast.

"Marie! Wait!" Peggy decided to chase after her, the patter of her feet booming through the house, she'd never ran so fast, nor did she think she ever would again. She wanted to ask Marie if she was okay, she needed to. What if Marie depended on this question?

The hallways will still dark since no one had opened the curtains, the photos that hung on the wall of them and George suddenly began to feel like distant memories and yet she still didn't know what had happened. She loved it when George came round, no matter how annoying he could be at times, she loved it when he would draw with her, he was always very good at it but he just never showed it. The wooden flooring was cold, each plank felt as if it could've gone on forever, Marie's room felt as if it was stretching ever further away. The polaroids on her bedroom door of her and George seemed even more distant. It was suddenly like a chapter of her life was over, she didn't know what happened last night but whatever it was, it ment George was gone.

She couldn't go any more, she hadn't gone all that far but it felt as if she had been running to her sister forever. Peggy slid down the wall and curled into a ball, sobbing loudly outside the bathroom door. The cold floor felt as if it was nibbling away at her arms and legs.

No one was around to comfort her.

Marie then exited her room and gently walked to her mothers door and knocked.

"M- MARIEEEE!!" Peggy screamed, she was there, she could reach her.

But Marie just looked at her, then back away, saying nothing. Peggy screamed again, which then faded into the sound of her sobbing loudly. Marie went into their parents room, and it was as if Peggy couldn't move, like she was attatched to the floor, she felt heavy and extremely tired.

Everything started to fade from her view as she fell asleep, curled up on the cold, hard floor, in a puddle of her own tears.

Once she awoke, the curtains were open, and the sun was blaring through onto her face, Marie sat beside her and rubbed her hand accross Peggy's face, putting a letter in her hand. Marie was wearing her black coat, a pair of flared jeans and boots with a large duffel bag thrown over her shoulder.

"Peggy.. I'm sorry." She said shakily, while beginning to cry once again.

"Marie? What are you sorry for? You've done nothing wrong."

"I need to go, I'm sorry for it. I need to get away from here, from everything, just for a little while, okay?"

She still hadn't removed her hand from Peggy's face, and peggy was about to cry once again, what did Marie mean by she's going? Where is she going? How long for? When will she back? Who is she going with? Is she going to be okay?

"Marie... I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay. Goodbye, Peggy."

Marie removed her hand and then stood up. She walked toward the stairs, then turned and smiled at Peggy. She went downstairs and then returned with a blanket and pillow in her hands. She put the pillow beneath Peggy's head and draped the blanket over her.

"...and don't forget me, yeah? I've loved having you as a sister and I don't want to return to you thinking I'm a stranger." Marie giggled, before turning once again and going down the stairs.

Little did Peggy know, this would be the last time she would see Marie for 18 years. Watching her go downstairs made her shake, she could feel her heart pounding out of her chest with each step she took.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung straight open with a squeak and her parents dashed downstairs. Her mother was wearing a gorgeous baby blue nighty which has small white frills at the bottom, with her hair in pink rollers. Her hair was brown, but it was also very long, Marie often used to envy the length of it. Following closely behind was her father, he had black hair, but it was relatively messy and he was usually unshaven, he was wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms with no shirt as usual. They both dashed down the stairs behind their daughter.

Peggy tried to listen, but she couldn't tell any of the words which were being said. She then heard the door slam shut and her mother breaking down into tears.

She didnt even have the strength to open the letter Marie gave her, she threw it to near her feet and screamed loudly, wailing for Marie. Two people had now left her life, but this was only the beginning.

Four years had passed, Peggy was 13 now. It'd been three years since her dad walked out and almost two since the accident. And to add even more salt to her injury, her mother had remarried to Mr. Weaver recently and changed her name to Peggy Weaver. Now one of the only things that felt like a connection to Marie had been changed, she'd been drawing pictures for Marie almost daily and adding them to a box under her bed. Sometimes she would write letters, sometimes she'd draw pictures, and even sometimes she would add photos and things she found around the house. Anything that she felt as if tied together the past 4 years for Marie went in, she hoped to one day give it all to her, show her how her life had been since she and George had left. Even things that made her sad went inside, like a dried up rose from her father's funeral and the letter Marie gave her, she'd almost read it once and put it back. It caused too much pain, even so long after.

Her parents never told her what they and Marie had spoken about, they refused even when asked directly. The relationship Peggy and Mr. Weaver had wasn't the best, she kept trying to distance herself from him and would often cry about her birth father leaving her in Gallows Creek. She would've preferred to live in Quiet Ridge with her father, though that wouldn't have lasted long. Her mother was barely present anymore, she was usually working night shifts and when she wasn't she was anywhere but at home.

Her entire family was soon about to change though, a few months later Mr. Weaver began to get sick, and he didn't last too long after, and soon after her mother was gone too. Almost her entire family was gone aside from a distant aunt from California who had to move in to look after Peggy.

The first months were extremely difficult for her, she had no idea who this woman was nor how she was related to her. But she was a hard worker, and she ended up getting a job for KFAM, she was an office lady but that really wasn't what she wanted. On Peggy's days off she would usually go with her to work and run errands, normally passing around letters from Reggie and making the occasional couple bucks. She never really grew to know the staff all that well, but she loved the building.

From then she knew she wanted to be a radio producer. Reggie gladly allowed her to have the job when she was old enough, he was told by other members of staff how cheerful she was whenever she passed them things and John would let her draw at his desk and sometimes even help with paperwork. She then began training, the days were long and tiring at first but she quickly began to get the hang of things. But there was one issue, they didn't have a show for her to produce... until a radio DJ came all the way from Chicago. Forrest Nash. He replaced the old DJ instantly on The Scream.

[sanitized-rejection]

marieeee you will always be famous i love this squid

[agent4-sqidbeaksplatoon]

oh marieeee look at agent 4 she isnt unsanitizing go do whatever you did with callie

Hold on now-

[askthesurvivors]

HEY MARIEEEE ANY NEWS FROM YOUR GUY

"Ó༼_Ò)o > "...H-Him?...My...N-No, he...He hasn't sent me...Anything n-new...U-Uhm...Oh no...Oh no...Has something happened to him?...I...W-Wouldn't forgive me if it happened! H-He only...C-Came here to protect me, after all..."

Marie hugs her own arms a bit, clearly nervous, trembling.

"Ó༼_Ò)o > "W-Why has the letters stopped?...W-Why?! Why?"

[corneliathegreat]

Stomachs 'n life presents:

"🍰Cake conundrum!🎂"

• °H&M°

• "Marieeee...!"

• The brunette closed her book and frowned. She told Hayden not to try the samples at Sugar and spice, but as usual, he didn't listen. Sure, the sweets there are amazing, but he knows what he can and can't handle. She stood up with a huff. Already knew what he was say was gonna say.

• 'Can you cuddle me until it's stops'

• Ugh! She has a job, dang it. She can't coax him everytime he has a self-inflicted stomachache. Marie swung open the door. Surprisingly, she saw a glorious sight. Her boyfriend was laying on the bed. Sweating, face twisted with agony, and his shirt was missing. She was in awe, BUT, remembered she was mad at him.

• "So,"

• She said, crossing her arms.

• "What's wrong?"

• Her tone was stiff and irritated. She wanted to make sure Hayden knew she wasn't falling for his "distressed" act. Either he didn't notice or he was purposely ignoring it, cause he groaned really dramatically.

• "I need your help."

• Hayden said softly. Marie scoffed.

• "Why Hayday?"

• She said, slowly approaching the bed.

• "Is it because somebody went back to the Sugar and spice when I wasn't looking?"

• She questioned, slowly crawling towards the blonde. Fear crept into him. Not only is the love of his life calling him out, but he could feel alot of stirring in his lower intestines. Like something was bubbling up real bad. He opened his mouth to explain, but she wasn't done talking.

• "And ate 5 bite sized cakes instead of 2?"

• She laid down, pressing her body against his.

• "Is that why?"

• Hayden sighed, feeling defeated. Marie wasn't a detective for no reason. But maybe he hasn't lost quite yet. He wrapped his arms around her neck and smirked.

• "That's my Enola Holmes."

• His girlfriend pouted, but still laid down in the crook of neck.

• "I told you, I like Sherlock more."

• He giggles and settles into a more comfortable position, moving Marie around as well. This might work. She's way calmer than five seconds ago. Just a few more sweet sentences and a shoulder massage, and he's in the clear!

• Grrrggg...

• Suddenly, his stomach grumbled. His eyes shot open. Crap, he forgot about the commotion from earlier!

• GrrRrrggg...!

• Once again, his stomach voiced another rumbly complaint. He looked around. Maybe he could grab a pillow or...no, Marie's on him. She's calm right now and he wants to keep it that way. His stomach began to grumble more.

• Rrrrwwllll...! GrrURRRglll...!

• He groaned, covering his burning face. Why were 5 LITTLE cakes causing such a ruckus? It felt and sounded like a UFC fight was starting in there. A dull pain hit, waking up from his thoughts. Hayden looked down, feeling distraught. It was Marie! Her extra weight was driving guts insane. Ahh, what should he do!?

• The brunette, on the other hand, snickered. She knew Hayday's stomach was getting worse because she on it. And she didn't plan on moving either. If he doesn't wanna take care of his stomach, fine. But she's not helping with the aftermath.

• GrRRRggg~!

• Shit...! Not only is this embarrassing, but its really starting to hurt too. It felt like everything he ate earlier was clumping together and bubbling. Like his intestines were going on strike or something.

• RrrRummmble~!

• Dang and it's cramping up! Hayden squirmed. His stomach was going crazy! In the midst of his suffering, the sickee looked down at his girlfriend. (Who looked extremely peaceful and not suffering at all)

• "Marie,"

• "Mm?"

• Hayden bit his lip, stopping a pain groan exiting his lips. Man, she had to move. Just off the bubbliest area.

• "Scoot up for me?"

• He asked, with puppy dog eyes. Marie smiled and complied. BUT, she sat up too. On his aching stomach. Rambunctious growls erupted from his intestines. What? He hasn't learned his lesson yet.

• GrrrOOOalll~! RrrrRrrr~!

• "Godammit, Marie..."

• Now he couldn't even coax his stomach! Or at least move into a better position. His girlfriend snickered and bounced a bit, rocking the content of his stomach around.

• RRRRG~!

• "Mar-"

• •°Urp!°•

• A burp forced it's way out. He covered his mouth and looked down. Gas bubbled up quickly and slowly...

• GRRRMMMBLLLL~!

• It erupted. Hayden gripped his girlfriend's shoulder as his midsection growled fiercely. For the love of- he couldn't do this anymore! The roaring guts, the embarrassment, the sudden gassiness. All of it was WAY past overdue. He just wanted it to stop.

• "Baby..."

• Marie paused, looking down at him unbothered. Hayden thought about next sentence carefully. (The room would've been silent, if his stomach wasn't still rumbling up a storm)

• "I'll be more responsible with what I eat, okay?"

• The black haired girl, raised an eyebrow.

• "Really?"

• He nodded.

• "Feeling like this sucks."

• As if on cue, his stomach rumbled loudly.

• Urrrrggg...!

• A burp traveled up his throat. But, he swallowed it back down, resulting in another upset rumble.

• RrrRRRrrr...burrrblll~!

• Hoo boy. Marie kissed his forehead and ran her fingers down his long hair.

• "What am I gonna do with you?"

• Hayden blinked innocently.

• "Cuddle me?"

• His gal burst out laughing.

• "Sure, Hayday."

• She hopped off of him.

• "But first, lemme get something to settle your guts."

• "You sound like a garbage disposal."

• RRRGG~! grrrwlll...!

• He was hearing more coffee maker, but a garbage disposal is accurate too. He hugged his rumbling middle.

• "Touche, babe, touche."

Kehehehe! Not bad for my first belly rumbling fic. I already really like these twos relationship. A flirt and a grouch. Next tale comes out Tuesday!

(And shout out and apology to @ymmyomm If you want these dividers removed, I'll do it with no fuss)

[louisupdates]

Sign found in Louis Tomlinson, FITFWT24: Santiago [24.5.2024] 📸 marieeeely IG story

[that-marie]

Ok I tried anarchy for the first time today (only splat zones because that's my favorite in private battle) and now there's really bad thunder..

I think I made the world mad Marieeee (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

How come?

…actually, how come you’re only just trying anarchy in the first place? You know it’s been there for a year, right?

[impala-dreamer]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEKKKAAAAAA!!!!

Hope you're going to have an awesome day!!!!!

thank you marieeee <33333

[n7viper]

Alice Marieeee

[hyunjungjae]

Marieeee,escreve alguma coisinha com o mingyu?❤

Who knows... - Kim Mingyu

a/n: oi meu amor, me perdoa d vdd a demora :(( mas espero que você goste!!

contém: thigh riding, apelidinhos como “linda, “vadia(zinha”, “puta”, sugestivo(?), a diferença de idade não é grande, menção à bebida alcoólica.

Antes dos seus pais saírem de casa, você pergunta se tinha permissão para ir até o apartamento ao lado, que era o de Mingyu. Sua mãe a permitiu, uma vez que confiava no rapaz de boa aparência, gentil com um sorriso encantador.

Logo alguns minutos depois se encontrava na sala daquele apartamento gigante de Mingyu, enquanto os seus pais curtiam um bom jantar de comemorações por 20 anos de casados. Estavam assistindo a uma partida de basquete, para ser mais realista, apenas Mingyu estava, já que sua cabecinha de vadia só conseguia pensar em como deve ser transar com o homem ao lado, pensando na cor do pau dele, tamanho, se ele metia forte...

Seu vestido branquinho, curto demais aos olhos do Kim, ficava mais curto ainda a cada vez que se remexia à procura de uma posição melhor naquele sofá.

"Gyu..." o chamou pelo seu apelido preferido, "Diga, linda"

"Tô com sede."

"Na cozinha tem um champagne na porta da geladeira, pode pegar lá pra gente abrir!"

Você balança a cabeça em concordância e dando pequenos pulinhos, vai até a cozinha, pegando o champagne. Com dificuldades para abrir, Mingyu percebe, sons seus que fazia tentando abrir, e vai até você, abrindo a garrafa com facilidade.

"Tá grandinha já, deveria aprender algumas coisinhas de gente grande..." ele comenta.

"Por que você não me ensina?"

"Você fez 18 ano passado, certo?"

Balança a cabeça e grunhe um 'Uhum', apenas observando quais seriam as próximas palavras a serem ditas.

"Quem sabe..."

Voltam ao sofá, mas agora você chega mais perto do homem. O jogo chega ao fim, e Mingyu possui um sorriso no rosto pelo time que torcia, ter ganhado a partida. Você estava um pouco mais lenta que o normal, por culpa do efeito do álcool ingerido. Mingyu zombou da sua tolerância baixa para bebidas álcoólicas, e após isso você se deixa levar pelo desejo, se jogando para cima do homem, beijando-o.

Agora estava em cima dele, rebolando em seu colo, com as mãos apoiadas nos ombros largos, e o ouvindo dizer "Ia te ensinar algumas coisinhas, mas parece que você já sabe de mais coisa do que eu achava...Quando que você aprendeu a se comportar assim como uma vadia implorando por pau?"

"Mingyu..." você solta, deixando a mancha na calcinha ficar maior ainda, "Você é uma vadiazinha por completo mesmo, fica até mais molhada quando eu te xingo."

O homem te levanta apenas para poder retirar sua calcinha, te jogando contra o sofá, agora com ele ficando por cima, "Já que você sabe se comportar como uma puta, vou te educar para se comportar como minha puta."

Educou da forma mais deliciosa, deixando marcas dele por todo o seu corpinho, e a partir de agora pertencia somente a ele. Coisa que sempre quis — diga-se de passagem —.