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[lovemilkshakemeh]

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everytime i read a mind blowing fic it makes me wish wrote more

#seriously i should write more #but i’m not inspired

[lovemilkshakemeh]

wow this fic is incredible. i mean i was just thinking about bones and all and the. i find this with peter. the wrong was so good im kicking my feet.

#seriously this is one of the best fics i’ve read #youve gained a follwer

erysichthon’s punishment

pairing: eater!peter parker x f!eater!reader

tags: dead dove, do not eat: themes of cannibalism, violence, 18+ only, eventual smut, angstttt, blonde peter parker, drug use, mentions of panic attacks, swearing, manipulation

summary: “i want you to eat me, angel, bones and all” two young cannibals meet in the midwest, fall in love, find struggles along the way.

notes: something something about cannibalism as a metaphor for love. bones and all eats at me constantly (lol) so why not put my favorite boy in it. written with tasm!peter in mind but any variant can be inserted. this really started as a vague idea and is loosely based off of the book and the movie soooo we’ll see how it goes! written in third person pov, but this could easily be read as reader-insert. no use of y/n, yet. i think.

word count: 3.7k

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she felt faint. her mind gave her no restitution, and the sickly sweet scent of blood that invaded her sense of smell certainly didn’t ease the matter. it stuck to her chin in a coagulated mess, sticky and dried from the longevity of its presence on her body. 

she knocked on the door, wincing at the way the blood on her knuckles stained the worn, white doorframe, seeping into its crevices, spreading itself in between the cracked paint and seeping its way through the wood. it was supposed to be a sleepover. she stared blankly into her reflection in the window next to her, watching as her father groggily climbed off the couch and stumbled his way towards the entrance. 

it was supposed to be a sleepover. when her classmate approached her that morning, inviting her to spend the night with her and her friends, her heart swelled with gratitude. it wasn't often she was offered a hand in friendship, much less an invitation into the safety of one’s home. how could she take advantage of that? her mind was moving faster than she could process, unable to grasp onto a coherent thought. 

she’d expected fear, when he’d opened the door. screaming, crying, hell, she wouldn’t put him past a few blows to her face, abdomen, legs, anywhere to punish her for fucking up their last chance at normalcy in this new town. 

but no, instead she found herself searching desperately for what emotion it was that darkened his eyes. those big, brown eyes he’d passed onto her. the only feature of his that they shared. she was the splitting image of her mother, otherwise. or so she was told. she couldn’t muster the courage to speak, despite having planned an entire speech beforehand. instead, she cried. she cried, and she could see her salty tears wash away the traces of blood on her cheeks in her fathers eyes. wrapping her arms around herself, she shook with tears. how pathetic, she thought. but she couldn’t find it in her to truly care about how pathetic it was, to be crying her eyes out after the sins she’d just committed, only 30 minutes before. all she cared about was her father in front of her, and her mind screamed each passing second he hadn’t uttered a word. staring, eyes unreadable, it drove her mad, and only worsened her state of being. 

“in the car. three minutes. what you can take in three minutes. got it?” was all he had said, and he pulled her inside, carefully and softly. it confused her; he wasn't mad, no, he seemed understanding, almost. he was already moving before she could get a word in. 

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when she awoke the next morning, she couldn't help but retrace the events of the previous night. 

sherry, sweet sherry, and her fingers. at the time, it didn’t even register what she was doing as the girl showed her the colour of her nails, urging her to sniff the scented polish. all she could think about was how good she smelled. her perfume, smokey and sweet, and the overpowering smell of sweat and oils that permeated from her fingertips just went too well with the manufactured orange scent of the polish. it was overwhelming for her at the time, and she hadn't even noticed she’d guided the girls fingers into her mouth and bit down. she realised, now, that metallic red syrup was really what she had craved. the sweet nectar of the human body was intoxicating, and it wasn’t until the girl’s friend forced her hand out of her mouth that she understood what she had done. 

adrenaline was a funny thing. she didn't remember what had happened next, how she’d left the house, or the terrified words that the party of girls had been shrieking at her as she stumbled her way out of the house. she didn’t remember how she had reached home, yet she felt in the ache of her legs that she had run like hell to the only other familiar building she knew, that she had reluctantly been able to call home. 

another town, another fleeting home. her father's hurried relocations had become routine.  each fleeting residence held no roots, merely serving as a passing semblance of shelter. it was never really home, she thought, but she didn’t know what else to call it. she clung to her father's whispered assurance, the mantra that tethered her to some semblance of belonging: "home is our togetherness." they had always found their way around a new state, a new town, every year or so. sometimes they didnt even last a few months. it had been better lately, though, she had been at her school for a while, even though she kept to herself. there was a certain hunger inside of her; an unspeakable, monstrous hunger. it kept them from leading a normal life, and even though her father assured her it wasn’t her fault she was this way, had tried his best to tame it, she was consumed with guilt. she had failed him, and now she had ruined every bit of his hard work to keep her safe. tears began to prick her eyes, and she hurriedly wiped them away before they could fall. this is your fault, she reminded herself, you don't get to cry. 

she didn't recall how she’d found herself at the gas station, either. she’d hopped onto the nearest train to chicago, trying her best to spare the little amount of money she’d been given by her father. she’d slept on an old and creaky bench, and she assumed that by morning her hunger had gotten the best of her and her feet had taken her to the nearest place she could find food. 

when she had passed her father’s room-- door open, bed not even slept in, she already had that anxious gut-feeling that something was wrong. by the time she had made it to the kitchen, the only remnants of another life that she had found lay on the small, round, dining table. the driveway was empty. an envelope containing cash and a piece of paper reading “CERTIFICATE OF LIVE BIRTH.” sat on the table and was held down by a cassette tape. she knew what it meant immediately, and her composure collapsed inward. she couldn’t, not for the life of her, recall ever falling to the floor, or her desperation to rewind the past fueling her rabid, animal-like scratches on the floor. she heaved out a sob, barely audible from the way pain and sorrow constricted her chest. as she trailed her fingers over the various chip bags, she wondered how normal it was for her to forget the things she did so easily. she thought about her mother, and how she’d always scold her for being blinded with emotion so much as a child. she surmised she was right. 

when she finally found the courage to sit up and listen to the tape, she felt eerily calm. she thought it laughable, remembering what one of her biology teachers had said to her a year earlier after a particularly bad panic attack-- something about the release of oxytocin and endorphins in your brain relaxing you afterwards. but then, as she thought about it again, she realised what she really felt was just numb. she hit play on the tape. 

“i’ve got things to say and then i want you to make sure this tape is good and destroyed. don’t keep it because it’s got my voice on it.

you aren’t going to see me again. i can’t help you anymore. so i’ve gotta leave you to figure it out for yourself. you know what i mean now.” 

the words replayed in her head as she scanned the snack aisle of the gas station. nothing seemed to quench her appetite. her father's words echoed in her mind. you know what i mean now. despite knowing very well what he had meant by the phrase, she pretended not to. she reached for a pack of chips, fingers mechanically gripping the familiar packaging, yet the uneasiness within persisted. placing the pack of chips back on the shelf, she glanced up to see a mother and her daughter bounce into the store, shortly after followed by a gruff, seemingly displeasing and drunk man. watching the girl skip and tiptoe around the stands of candy and soft drinks made her wince. 

“i don’t know how much of what i’m about to say you remember. maybe you honestly don’t. i’ve never been sure. some of it goes way back. first time was when you were three--”

three? she had stopped the tape there, knowing she didn't have the energy to continue, at least not yet. watching the little girl made the revelation feel all that unbelieving. it bordered on pure gore. the kind of thing not even movies would dare try to imply. three years old. such a tender age, navigating the basic tenets of life—learning to speak, to walk, to understand the world around them; mind filled with innocent curiosity, exploring the simplest joys of play and discovery.

but the past remained shrouded in obscurity, a mystery she wasn't sure she wanted to unravel. 

she was pulled from her thoughts when the drunken shouts of the man from before pierced her ears. 

“--you deaf? i asked you a question.” the man had backed the mother into a corner, her child wailing from behind them, unable to grasp onto what was happening. she watched the poor, frail woman try to squeak in a few words of apology, but the man was unrelenting. 

“HEAR THIS YOU DUMB HO?” he screamed, and she flinched behind the safety of the snack aisle. 

“hey, don’t talk to her like that!” she yelped from her corner. she didn't know exactly what had possessed her to speak, given her demeanour. she also knew very well she couldn't handle to mans outburst as well as the woman before her had. he turned to face her, and she felt the blood drain from her face. her hands trembled as he stumbled towards her, and she silently cursed at herself for not leaving while she could have- searching desperately in the corners of her eyes for an employee, management, something to stop the large man from turning her into a puddle of limbs on the floor. the child was still wailing uncontrollably even as her mother managed to reach her, and she felt dizzy. 

seriously, does no one work here? 

she took a step back as he marched closer, and she saw the veins sticking out crudely from his neck. his face was comically red, and she would have found it somewhere in herself to find it absolutely hilarious had it not been her his anger was steered at. he reached out for her with two hands, and she simply accepted her fate. 

her fate, she realised, was much more forgiving than she had realised. a lanky figure pushed past her from behind, a boy with a wide, mischievous eyes and a face harbouring a ridiculously dopey smile, given the circumstances.

“you’re out of control, pal. you should sign up for a yoga class. find your inner zen or something."

she watched as the boy swiftly dodged the now confused man’s flailing of arms, sticking his foot out ever so slightly, causing the man to fall to his knees. he pretended to coo at the man as he tried to stand back up, his progress hindered by his drunkenness. when he managed to get up, her eyes widened with fear. he breathed heavily, and she was stuck in place as she watched the man swing at the mysterious boy from behind. her eyes shut, unwilling to see the damage that was done. he was simply just so big, most definitely bigger than the boy taunting him, and there was no way she could see him recovering from such force.

“i've seen scarier things in my cereal. come on, bring it!” she heard the boy provoke, and she tore her eyes open to find the man on the floor yet again. the boy effortlessly dodged his advances, enraging him further by his carelessness and ease at which he escaped each violent approach. he picked up a few snacks as he scurried in between the stand of snacks and food, snatching up a candy bar and handing it to the little girl before urging them to leave the store. at this point, a few employees had emerged from behind the counter. 

“listen man, i’d love to dance a little longer, but it’s past my curfew. ‘s also quite rude to take me from my date, don't you think?’ the boy had made his way to her by now, snatching up the bag of chips he must’ve seen her eyeing before grabbing her arm and pulling her behind him. she stumbled clumsily, laughing exasperatedly as she processed the events that just took place. 

“management, yeah?” he pointed towards the short and stubby man fussing over the mess that was made over the gas station floor. “i’ll be taking these, no need to thank me for doing your jobs!” he waved the snacks in the face of the disgruntled manager before dragging her out the store, swiftly turning the corner, her legs pumping in tandem with his as he took her away from sight. 

she couldnt help the smile that was tattooed on her face, only slightly concerned about the young boy dragging her off to god-knows-where. he seemed to be about her age, and as they slowed down, stopped by an old bus stop, she studied him. 

he was slender, tall, and lean. his hair was tousled and messy, adorned with blond highlights, and she could see a hint of a washed-out pink peeking through some of the strands. she noted how pretty he was, with his boyish features and that mischievous glint in his eyes that seemed to be permanent. his eyes were wild, and she brushed it off as excitement from the stunt he had just pulled. they were brown, hazel, she corrected, and they shined beautifully in the sun beating down on them. doubled over, catching his breath after whatever that daring stunt he'd just pulled, he finally looked up at her, and she felt her cheeks heat up. "it’s rude to stare, y’know," he panted, though his tone was light, and she couldn't find a trace of annoyance in his words. she was caught, caught in the intrigue of this stranger who stood before her, extending his hand in a gesture of kindness. "peter. are you okay?"

her wide eyes betrayed her, realising she'd been staring for too long, and his hand had been extended towards her for an uncomfortable amount of time. she saw him shuffle uncertainly at his feet. 

“oh, um- yes. yeah, i'm fine. thank you” her voice was small, she hadn’t spoken much in the past 72 hours, and she could feel the consequences of it in the way her voice hitched at the end of her sentence. she felt him looking at her, and suddenly she felt the desperate need to be back in her corner at the gas station. he continued to stare, and she grew frustrated.

“yes?” 

“you didn’t give me your name.”

her lips fell into an ‘o’ shape, and she debated whether or not she should actually give him her name. after all, she didn't know the boy. “maybe i don't have one,” she decided. 

he frowned, and she worried if she was being unkind. he did just save her sorry ass, so a name would be gratuitous, at the very least. she chewed on her lip, and he gazed at her expectantly. her father always taught her the importance of being safe around others, moreso due to her difference than anything, but it still stuck with her. 

she moved to open her mouth, prepared to ramble about safety, and about how she was a lady, and he was merely a random boy who happened to help her out of a tough spot. his sudden heroism didn't actually make him a hero, and she’d heard plenty of stories about men who feign kindness only to trap women for themselves; but her efforts were stopped when he lightly grabbed her wrist and leaned forward, inhaling deeply into her hair. 

“what are you d-”

“you’re an eater.” his voice was lower now, laced with sudden realisation. 

“i’m a what?” 

“i can smell you. you’re like me.” she had no idea what the words meant, and his eyes pierced into hers. her brows furrowed, racking her brain for an answer to the boy's strange accusation. she was like him? then it clicked, and she froze. 

“no, i’m not” she said carefully, drawing her hand away from his grasp. he grinned, shaking his head lightly, “yeah, you are. i could smell you from a mile away.”

her head spun, still confused at the interaction unfolding before her. where did he even come from? whisking her away and then somehow prodding into one of her biggest, most unspeakable secrets? the nerve on him was slowly starting to show, and she felt anger bubbling inside of her. 

but she couldn't shake away what he was insinuating. she was like him. was he trying to say that there were more people like her? cursed with an insatiable hunger, never to be indulged? it seemed impossible. all her life, she was convinced she was fucked up in the head; she’d end up one day in the papers alongside those other monsters who actually acted upon their horrible desires all for the sake of some twisted fantasy. none of it made sense to her. the way he spoke about it, he made it seem as if there was a community of them. she never wanted to eat people, or wanted to want to eat people, if that was more appropriate. it was just something in her that ran deep, that she couldn't control. she wasn't like gacy or dahmer, crazed serial killers with some sexual fantasy attached to their depraved wrongdoings. she never wanted to hurt intentionally, it was more like an obsession. something that invaded her thoughts daily, an intrusive thought she couldn't push away when she got closer to someone than she intended to. 

he searched her eyes. for what, she didn't know. an answer, presumably, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to give him one. instead, she settled on a whisper, “there are others like me?”

she felt small. she couldn't push down her anxiety, and she felt the familiar tightening in her throat. her whole life, she was beside herself, grappling with the reality of who she was; never accepting it, no, but it still lingered on her mind constantly. she looked up at him, meeting his gaze. was he always this tall? she felt trapped. what was once a harmless conversation had now felt like a police interrogation, and he quickly picked up on her panic, bending down ever so slightly to level with her, “woah, hey, it’s okay. are you okay? you’re like, really pale. i didnt mean to freak you out, angel.” the affectionate name barely registered in her head, focusing instead on her rapid breathing as he sat her down on the bench next to her. he was rambling now, clearly distraught by her sudden change in emotional state. 

“i have, like, water. do you want water? i stole it, from uh, earlier, as you know. dude, you’re really pale. i’m not gonna rat you out or anything,” his nervous rambling was really not making things better for her.

can she really only now be learning these ropes? it baffled him. it wasn't like there was a surplus of eaters, he rarely met any in his time on the road. but surely, surely this couldn’t be a revelation for her. he reached into his bag, pulling out one of the bottles of water and handing it to her, watching intensely as she scarfed it down. 

“i’m new at this. i’ve never met someone like me before,” she spilled out, gasping lightly. 

“no one our age is ‘new’ at this.”

“well, i am,” she spat, getting up hastily and trying to sort out her belongings as she rushed off. 

“hey, wait!” he caught up to her quickly, his feet stumbling as he hurriedly balanced himself on his old, battered skateboard, “whats the rush, angel?” his voice had an edge of humour in it, which she found insulting. he’s seriously mocking her in her state? 

“dont call me that.” she grumbled, turning a corner and kicking a few pebbles behind her. she heard him shout in protest as his skateboard gave way under the rocks, and she’d managed to distance herself from him significantly. 

he was by her side again in a mere moment.

how fast is this guy?

“well, you wont give me your name, so i’ve gotta call you somethin’” he reasoned, with an annoyingly charming smile on his face. there was something about his accent that was out of place. he lacked the same drawl that everyone else she’d encountered had, and she concluded he wasn't from here. it did little in inclining her to trust him. 

she sped up, wanting more than anything to just get away. it was all too much to process in one day, and she dreaded the fact that she still had a ways to go with the awful cassette tape her dad had left her. she stopped in her tracks when he yelled something towards her, and she felt him slowly roll next to her. 

“i can help you.” 

she studied him, looking for any sense of dishonesty or malice in his eyes, but she found none. he was earnest, and it only upset her more. she inhaled deeply, narrowing her eyes at him.

“what’s your angle?”

“no angle. you’re clearly battling some demons with this. i can help.” 

she weighed the pros and cons of his proposition. she was alone, with nowhere to go, in the middle of god-knows-where in chicago. she knew nobody, more importantly, she had nobody to go to, not anymore. he seemed sincere enough, and she figured she could indulge in his offer for a while before figuring her own shit out. 

“fine.”

he smiled, “yeah?”

“yeah, whatever. let's go,” she continued to walk at an unnecessarily fast pace, and she bit back a grin when he stumbled over himself again, urging her to wait up on him. 

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@dumbsoftheart, 2023

[lovemilkshakemeh]

Jason Todd will cockblock himself if he thinks you can’t give 100% informed consent.

A few too many drinks at a gala and you’re drunkenly trying to make out with your gorgeous boyfriend. He’ll stop kissing you once he can taste the champagne on your lips, notices the glassy sheen to your eyes. Jason folds your roaming hands back into your lap and makes you promise to be good. He’ll take you home early and get some water into you before tucking you into bed. He’ll go so far as to sleep on the couch, door open to the bedroom so he can hear if you need him.

Jason remembers what Catherine looked like, coming off of a high and not remembering what day it was. The fear in her eyes and the shake in her voice when she asked if anyone else had been in the apartment.

Jason remembers the early days after the pit. When he’d wake up after blacking out in rage and not remember what his body had done. Seeing the blood on his skin and not knowing where it came from.

Jason never wants you to wake up with that same fearful not knowing. So he’ll sleep on the couch and make sure you’re safe. In the morning he’ll cook you breakfast and kiss you silly. But you’re going to have a talk, the two of you, once you’re sober enough to have a real conversation. Establish boundaries and plan consent for if you do want to fool around if one of you is impaired, or how you want to handle it if you don’t. But it’s not tomorrow yet, and Jason’s tired. He can sleep soundly though, knowing that nothing’s going to happen to you.

[lovemilkshakemeh]

ugh the thought of just making out w ellie makes me so …… like both of you just kissin just to kiss n gradually getting more and more drunk off each other

18+ (mdni)

like she’s constantly just lightly kissing n before you can deepen it she pulls away laughing at how you chase her lips with yours. n u just pout cos like what else can you do. and she just smiles and lets out a little huff before leaning right back in to kiss you.

it gets progressively sloppier too as it goes on. both of you just drunk off each other’s lips, grinding desperately on each other. the both of you have spit everywhere — all over your lips, chin, neck. like just imagine her pulling away, not to tease you, but because she’ll literally pass out if she doesn’t get a breath or two in. but she sees the string of spit connecting you two together and she can’t help but dive right back in catching you off guard interrupting your gasps for air.

you can’t help but let out little whimpers n moans while she’s kissing you. it just feels so good. the way her tongue melds with yours to the way she tastes like weed covered up with mint gum— it’s intoxicating really. she pulls away slightly mumbling a “love when you do that” against your lips before immediately kissing you again.

[lovemilkshakemeh]

If you are unable to afford donating, this link allows you to click a button every 24 hours in order help donate to Palestine.

American mutuals, I seriously urge you to tell Congress and Biden to stand with Palestine, and do not stop sending this message. You can also donate here.

This is not a war; what Israel is doing to Palestine is genocide. Do not sit idly by and do not stay quiet. Now more than ever is the most important time to not look away.

[lovemilkshakemeh]

asking jason for help with your english homework and you're trying to listen, you really are but he's just so hot when he's explaining to you the underlying themes in the book you're reading for class. your legs are clenched together and you're shifting in your seat, chasing a feeling you can only get with his cock stuffed inside of you. he asks if you're getting what he's saying and all you can do is nod your head and say "mhm" before he moves on to reading over your essay. your entire body is hot, and you slide your hand between your thighs, gently applying pressure without trying to draw attention.

"it's written good, only problem is that you need to find better quotes." his eyes continue surveying the computer screen, "want me to help?"

yes, you want him to help. help you out of your clothes and over the side of the couch where he'll fuck you from behind until your arms can't hold you up anymore and he'll wrap an arm around your stomach, pulling you closer to him. pounding in and out of your pussy until you see stars and the only word you can remember is his name.

"yeah that would be great." you murmur, and he rolls his sleeves up his forearms before grabbing a highlighter, ready to start annotating. he glides the tip of the marker along the paper, leaving yellow streaks in his wake. and you tense every muscle in your body, trying your hardest not to pounce on him, while you think about it should be his tip leaving white streaks on your back.

"you can relax you know," he says. "i'll take care of your other problem in a few minutes, just gotta make sure you get an A first"

first real post on here, who else cheered? also, not proofread

[lovemilkshakemeh]

here’s your reminder that israel has indeed violated the truce. their warplanes have entered the sky space of gaza (reported by hind khoudary & muhammad smiry)

and oppressive forces have also shot at a palestinian man and left him to bleed. then opened fire on anyone who approached the man to help (reported by motaz). there are also testimonies from palestinians that the israeli forces themselves encouraged the people to go help the injured man and then opened fire at them (motaz).

israeli forces have also blocked the entrance of a hospital in jenin, and have killed 3 people and injured 6 others in an open fire during their raid of jenin in the west bank (QudsNews)

meanwhile, israeli hostages that have been released had been forbidden from giving interviews (QudsNews) and there have since been reports that the hostages confirmed they were treated humanely and were not assaulted (source 1, source 2, more healthy israeli hostages)

this ceasefire truly didn’t mean anything. and israel and palestinian resistance clearly do not operate on the same field nor with a balance in power. even during a “truce” they are still oppressing victims.

keep speaking up. contact your reps. protest. boycott following bds guidelines. publicly condemn israel. start conversations and raise awareness. educate yourself and educate others. listen to palestinian voices.

amplify palestinian voices.

(25/11/23)

[lovemilkshakemeh]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[lovemilkshakemeh]

i loved this sm it was so cute

The Quid Pro Quo

Paring: College! Peter Parker x Reader (reader's an English major)

Summary: On a rainy night, sparks fly when the two of you exchange notes on each others classwork.

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Fluff

authors note: hey, I might be a recent college graduate, doesn't mean everything is accurate ok? 🤭

Light rain taps against the window of Empire State University's library windows. You find yourself alone on the second floor at a table, wanting to tear your hair out over your Physics homework.

It was Friday night, the library was practically empty since most students were out partying or at the very least not thinking about their classwork. You, on the other hand, had made a deal with a fellow student to help one another on each’s work, a classic quid pro quo. You, an English major, were gonna exchange helpful notes on your classmate's Frankenstein paper that was due Monday, and he, in return, would help you prepare for your Physics test the following Tuesday. It was a great idea, brilliant even, if only Peter Parker weren’t running late. 

You check your phone one more time before standing up and stretching your legs. You walk over to the big gothic looking window your table was next to, glancing at the rain smacking into the glass.

God, there were so many things you could have been doing right now instead of standing here like a young wife waiting for her husband to return from the sea. Like curling up with a nice book, with a hot cup of your favorite beverage, getting lost in whatever world and-

“Sorry I’m late!” came a familiar voice.

You turn and see that Peter Parker had decided to finally make an appearance after all. With your arms crossed, you watch as he quickly runs up the steps, tripping and almost falling while doing so. “I was starting to think you died or something.” You say quite sarcastically.

“Oh much worse,” Peter says, “Subway delays.” As you return to your seat, Peter sits on the other side, quickly taking out his own laptop and notebook. “What should we start on?”

“I don’t know if I can stand anymore Physics right now,” You glance at your phone,  A Daily Bugle notification on top: Spider-Man v Lizard! Havoc on the A-Line!. You swipe it away, maybe it was better to go straight to the dorms after this. “Let’s just start on this Frankenstein paper since it’s much more open-ended.”

“Boo, I hate open ended,” Peter turns on his laptop, “At least with science everything can be quantified.”

“What about theories huh?”

“Theories can be backed up or disproven! English, it’s-it’s sooo subjective.” Peter sighs, “What do you mean the blue curtains represent depression! I have blue curtains, but not because I’m depressed but because they were on sale!”

“Ha-ha, like I haven’t heard that before” You shake your head and roll your eyes, “So, let’s see what you have. Wait, maybe it’s better if I-” You get up from your seat and walk over to sit on the chair next to Peter. “That’s better, now we can look at the screen together.”

Peter places one arm on the back of your chair, no thought really behind it. You pause for a moment before fake coughing, re-focusing on the screen in front of you.

 Peter was one year older and the two of you met at an English course, Literature by Women, a gen-ed for him but a required class for you. You got to know each other the first week of the semester when your Professor assigned partner work to go through a set of poems. Ever since then the two of you would occasionally text each other with simple questions about class. That’s when you found out Peter was in a higher track for Physics and became an absolute annoyance when it came to questions. But Peter always lent a hand and never with any bitterness. 

“You ok?” Peter asks.

You look at Peter whose face reads concern, “Yeah, just a little tired that’s all. Long day.” You turn back to the screen glancing at the title and opening lines of Peter’s paper.

“Ugh same,” groans Peter, “I got so caught up with something, I forgot to eat lunch”

“Oh, I think I have something.” You stop a few lines into the first paragraph, reaching over the table to grab your bag on top, you dig inside until you find half of a sandwich that you bought earlier. “Here, I didn’t know this sandwich had tomatoes and I just find them disgusting.” You make a face of disgust that causes a small laugh to come from Peter.

“You know you can always just take the tomatoes off right?”

“What about the tomato juices?” You say, “The remnant of the tomato never goes away!” You make a huge swapping gesture, “Do you want the damn sandwich or not?”

He puts his hands up in fake surrender, “Ok, ok.”

Peter takes his arm off the back of your chair scooting closer to the table before digging into the sandwich. You settle into reading Peter’s paper about the ethics of Dr. Frankenstein. 

~

“Ok…ok, what you have so far it’s…”

“Horrible..terrible–” Peter sighs.

You turn and gently smack Peter on the arm, “Oh shut up,” You say, “It’s a good foundation, clear thesis, your paragraphs for the most part support it–”

“But…”

“But,” You widen your eyes and make a face. “You focus too much on the actual science of everything going on, focus more on the emotional. Victor uses the Creature for his own selfish desire not only for scientific exploration.”

“You got all of that from my paper?”

“More or less,” You turn your attention back to the computer screen, scrolling over the paper again. “See, anyone can write a thorough paper if they put their mind to it.”

“And…anyone can pass Physics if they put their mind to it as well. Let’s switch topics.”

“Oh, god no,” You say. “The greatest weakness of English majors…Science!”

You lean back as if you were fake fainting, a little too far back as you almost tip over in your seat, but Peter catches your arm just in time. “Woah there Faint-y, can lose you yet.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” Peter closes his laptop, and grabs his notebook, you hand him your Professor given study guide. Peter glances at the document, nodding and shaking his head at certain terms. “Ok little English major, time to blow your mind with some science!”

“Certainly, but not in the way you're imagining.”

Peter just rolls his eyes and points to one of the first lines in the study guide that you're underlining and adding several question marks to. “Let’s start here.”

Your little tipping incident sent your chair slightly further away from Peter’s than earlier. With the underside of his hand, he pulls your chair, and you, closer to him. This causes you to hitch your breath. “Pete you gotta stop doing that.” You joke.

Peter doesn’t look up from the paper. “Stop doing what?”

You huff and glance away before looking back at him. “God are you purposely annoying or just clueless?”

Peter finally looks at you, a slight smile on his face, “I just need you close to me…to-to, uh, to explain this concept. Obviously.”

“Yeah,” You blow a raspberry. “Obviously.”

~

You groan, letting your head fall into your hands on top of the table, “I’m resigned to the fact that I might have to drop out of Physics.”

“No, don't! Physics is super fun!” Peter says with a little bit too much enthusiasm.

You peek one eye through your fingers, “Pete, I don’t think we’re working on the same frequency.” 

“Ok, well I have a totally funny Physics joke for you,” Peter readies himself, “What did the male magnet say to the female magnet? Seeing you from the back, I thought you were repulsive. But seeing you from the front, I find you rather attractive.”

You pick your head up and lightly punch Peter in the arm, “You’re lucky you’re cute, because I’m already–Ah, spider!”

A modest size brown spider crawls out of reach from your hand on the table. You reflexively go to swat at it but Peter catches your hand before you could do so. You glance at Peter’s hand on yours rather than at him. He quickly lets go of your hand before he goes and picks up the spider ever so gently.

You follow him as he walks over to the window, the rain slowing down. He cracks open the window, urging the bug outside. You lean against the other side of the window, arms crossed over your chest, you can’t help it when a dry laugh escapes your mouth, “Sorry, but are you secretly some kind of spider-whisper.”

“Hmm,” Peter closes the window, “Maybe. Just looking out for the little guy I suppose.”

You can’t help but smile, truly genuine this time. You reach out and take one of Peter’s hands. “Come on, I think we’ve earned a break.”

You pull Peter by the hand, taking a second to close his laptop, and throwing your jacket over everything on the table. You turn around, switching what hand is holding on to Peter’s. You continue down one path weaving up and down other bookshelves, passing empty tables, you make a sudden turn down an aisle letting go of Peter’s hand. You trail your fingers over the spines of the books, as Peter follows behind you, hands in his pocket. When you make it to the end of the aisle, you stand in front of a window, the rainstorm continuing on. “I actually find rainstorms to be rather romantic.” You say.

“The Shelly kind or the Valentine kind?” Peter says, leaning against the bookshelf.

“Both.” You peek back, a smirk playing on your lips. You walk over to Peter, standing with just enough space for someone to squeeze through.

“Not so romantic when you’re caught up in it.” Peter glances at the window, then at you. “I’ve been caught…too many times.”

“So have I,” You step a little closer, testing the waters, Peter doesn’t react. “But you have to admit there’s something, I don’t know, intimate, about being sheltered in place, with just one other person. Like under an umbrella, or the awning of some corner store bodega–”

“Or in-between bookshelves at your college’s library?” Peter’s hand comes up to gently grasp your hand, your fingers slowly interlocking with one another. He pulls you in close, in between his legs. You place your other hand on his chest to prevent yourself from falling. “I might not be an English major but I think I can read between the lines.”

“And if I wasn’t so tired, I would totally come up with a Physics joke.” You response, your face flush red. 

He brings his other hand to your face, his palm resting on your cheek, his fingers slowly disappearing into the nape of your hair. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Hmm, maybe…let me ask you one question?” You say.

“Shoot.”

“Can I kiss you first?”

Peter smiles, then nods. You bring the hand that was on his chest upwards, sliding up his neck, until your own hand is entangled in his hair. You close your eyes and lean forward, pressing your lips ever so gently to his. He pauses for a moment before kissing you back, slowly, taking his time. His lips felt soft against your own, warm and comforting, even if you could still taste the tomatoes from earlier. You can’t help but giggle at the thought.

“What is it?” Peter says between kisses.

You move away just a little, you quickly peck him on the lips, once, twice–”It doesn’t really matter.”

Peter deepens the kiss, bringing both hands to hold your face, his thumbs gently caressing the skin beneath them. You loop both your arms around his neck, letting your body fall into his, your chest pressing against his. His tongue enters your mouth and it falls in rhythm with yours, dancing an unseen dance. 

The two of you stop for a moment, foreheads resting on one another. “You know I’m still dropping Physics right?” You say through closed eyes and heavy breathing.

“Then I’ll keep kissing you until you change your mind.” Peter answers.

He holds you in his arms as he stands up fully, keeping his grip on you tight as he kisses you again. One of his hands drifts to your bottom, an open hand just resting on top of your clothing.

“Oh Parker,” You whisper. “Not as innocent as you look.”

“You have no idea…” 

He buries his head into your neck, placing kisses up and down that make your eyes roll back. “We should…we should definitely continue this study session back at my dorm…since you know… the library closes soon.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Peter says as he now moves on to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. 

You break away from him, pushing him back ever so lightly, taking his hand in yours. You lead him down the aisle, half-walking, half running. 

“Come on, I still have a Physics test to pass”

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Hey there, thanks for reading! Hope you liked it. If you like this consider checking out my other fluff-y story Potential Customer . Goodbye Void!

#i love peter parker so much #this fic did him so well

[lovemilkshakemeh]

Every Jason line I could find in the DLC's audio files

[lovemilkshakemeh]

the soft and passionate make out that you and Ellie shared after knowing you'd been bit. for what felt like hours the girl cried, shook her head and muttered all kinds of words of denial like a prayer; one that no one in the sky above could answer. every no and please she whispered fell on deaf ears as she hastily drew blood from her palm, slapping it onto the bite mark and smearing it, warm and metallic. as if, somehow, the curse of being immune could be passed on to you. in your case, she thought, it'd be a blessing to have.

but she knew she couldn't save you.

she was delaying the inevitable.

her kisses on your cheeks and lips were gentle and so, so passionate. like a glass ornament on a christmas tree, a snowglobe, an icicle beginning to form on the roof covering Joel's porch that december when you shared hot cocoa before ever even acknowledging the way you felt about each other; you were fragile. at least in Ellie's eyes, as you now both sat on the dirty floor of some abandoned building you walked into to find supplies, only to encounter the end of the world as you know it.

the girl held you as if you were made of sand. as if you were slowly, but surely, slipping through her fingers into nothingness. her hands were desperate; on your cheeks, your shoulders, your chest, all the way down to your waist and hips.

god, how she loved those hips. the hips she saw swaying gracefully at the winter dance, one of the many places and moments she realized she was infatuated with you. the hips she loved to see when you walked in your signature jeans, in those playful shorts in summer, in the sweatpants she once let you borrow from her one night after running to her house soaked from the rain...

the same hips she often fantasized of seeing every day for the rest of her life, in every circumstance possible. watch them change; widen, soften, strengthen... to get to witness every new stretch mark form in them as time went by, worshipping every line like a paintbrush stroke from the heavens.

what will I do without you? what will I be without you?

her mind was a raging storm as her only source of love was being pulled away from her. as you pulled away, gasping for air as if Ellie weren't the only source of oxygen you needed. flooded eyes, burnt lips, dirty faces. the sight was something to behold even in this dire situation.

your beautiful face would be lost in the passage of time, forgotten to everyone who knew you... except to her. no, she would summon the wisdom of chronos and the skill of mnemosyne to recall every last detail of your face, of your body, of your words, until the cruel hand of the goddess takes away that innate ability from her.

yet her time to contemplate you came to an end as you crashed your lips together one last time. it was rough now; desperation creeping up your spines, the fact that your end was near slowly dawning. thick tears coated the kiss like glossy cellophane, hoping it was strong enough to wrap you together, for all eternity, until your bodies slowly decayed. because after you leave, she's sure to let herself rot beside you.

you swear you could taste her blood on your lips.

or maybe... it was your own.

[lovemilkshakemeh]

by far the hottest Jason Todd to ever exist, in nick robles we trust

[lovemilkshakemeh]

just had disgusting filthy thoughts about ellie showing you off to loser!abby who’s never been with a girl before (mutuals look away i’m shy)

ellie having you spread open on the bed, vibrator held against your clit as you squirm, unable to move far with your feet tied down.

“y’hear those pretty little sounds she’s making?”. abby nodded. “‘s cause she’s gettin’ close again” it was true, you were approaching your third orgasm of the night, desperate to come yet overstimulated all at the same time. abby nodded again, face red and boxers soaked through. “look at her little pussy clenching around nothing” ellie told her “desperate to be filled, poor thing.” abby cleared her throat “are you gonna…?”

ellie shook her head. “gotta make her wait for it. makes her so fucking needy” you huffed from the other end of the bed, tears filling your eyes at your desperation “‘s too much ellie. please” abby looked to ellie, slight concern on her face but ellie just turned back to the pretty display she’d created “dumb little thing’s just being pathetic. she’s gonna come again soon”. your head felt more fucked than ever before. the combination of another orgasm approaching and your girlfriend talking to abby about you like you weren’t even there was making your mind fall deeper into a submissive fuzzy mess.

“you wanna touch?” ellie asked and abby’s eyes widened. “‘s ok. she’d like that. wouldn’t you, pretty girl? you nodded fervently “please. touch me abby” abby almost wanted to pinch herself, convinced she was having some kind of hyper-realistic wet dream. she reached out hesitantly. “so fucking wet isn’t she? i think she likes being spread out for us like this” abby managed to breathe out a small “yeah” and she brought a thick finger to your dripping hole. “jus fill her up, nice and slow” ellie told her and you moaned loud as abby followed her instructions.

“s-so tight” abby mumbled as you tried to relax, the stimulation on your clit making it almost impossible not to clench down. “always is,” ellie mused “no matter how many times i fuck her pretty little pussy.” abby groaned at the feeling of you stretched around her and ellie’s dirty words. “now move your fingers properly and make her cum”

[lovemilkshakemeh]

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[lovemilkshakemeh]

Think about Ellie teasing you under a table all night,(like dinner with Dina n jesse or smth) rubbing thighs and inching too close; and when she finally does enter u it’s super hard for you to stay quiet

rushing ellie out of the door when she was turned on was never a good idea. she had a problem with getting handsy, and it was always a better idea to just have a quickie, then leave. but you swore to dina that you wouldn't be late to this dinner, and you meant to keep that promise.

so now that you were sitting at the restaurant with her and jesse, everyone picked up on the fact that ellie was being too quiet.

no one said anything, though. you just can't help but pick up on the looks dina and jesse would send each other after she didn't go on a long tangent about her patrol shift. ellie gave short answers, they answered the questions, but not like ellie.

and as the night went on, you got quieter too. ellie has had an iron grip on your thigh since the second you sat down, and she was getting closer and closer to your clothed cunt the longer you sat there. you had tried to move it at one point, but ellie only pinched your skin, and moved it back to it's position.

dina and jesse were stuck in a small fight, this time about the movie they watched last night. dina thought it was stupid, jesse thought it was good. it was a never ending cycle.

when ellie thinks that they are deep enough in the conversation, she puts her hand right over your cunt, a warm palm spreading the expanse of it. you wish you didn't wear a dress; you wish you couldv'e made this harder for her. you think you have it under control, you steady your breath fairly quickly. okay, i can deal with this you think to yourself. but then, ellie starts to press a finger into your clit, rubbing it in small circles that make your head fuzzy. you grab her wrist without thinking.

she leans over to speak into your ear, "you're only gonna make it more noticeable, babe. just let me,"

reluctantly, you let her toy with you. you try not to let your breath hitch every three seconds. but when you feel yourself approaching your orgasm, you turn to the freckled girl and silently beg her to stop her antics. when she shakes her head no, you turn back to your food. eyes glued to the nutrients on the plate.

"what do you think?" dina asks you all of the sudden.

"about what?" you say, trying not to stutter.

"the movie."

"haven't-- i haven't seen it." you say in a shaky tone.

"okay," dina says suspiciously, "what about you, ellie?"

"nope, haven't seen it."

ellie moves your panties to the side and swipes a finger through your folds.

all of the sudden you're onto your feet, "i have to go to the bathroom."

you hear ellie scoff as you walk away. you knew that you were going to be in trouble, but you didn't care.

after about two minutes in there by yourself, you hear a knock at the door.

"it's me," you unlock the bathroom door at the sound of ellie's voice.

"seriously? running out on me like that? i was just getting started, princess."

"i know, that's why i got up, ellie. you can't touch me like that here."

"why can't i?" she says with a smug look on her face, "it's my cunt, isn't it? i think i can do whatever i want, babe."

you swallow as ellie walks closer to you, cornering you against the sink that was in the bathroom.

she leans in to kiss your neck, a veiny hand runs up your hips to your breast, cupping it and squeezing it. her kisses start to trail lower, soon she's pressing messy kisses to right above the neckline of your dress.

she squats down on the floor, scrunching your dress up, "hold this for me." she says.

you comply, holding the dress up as ellie removes your panties from your hips. she hums when she sees how wet you are. ellie doesn't waste any time staring, quickly moving her tongue to your folds.

"ellie!" you whine.

she doesn't pay you any mind, just continues her antics on your poor cunt. she's only down there for about five minutes before you're approaching your orgasm. you're completely worked up from her teasing.

"need t'come, please, ellie."

"you can beg better than that, baby."

"please, ellie! i'm sorry i rushed you out the door. please, please." you babble on, not even sure of what you're saying at this point. you're too focused on her tongue circling your clit.

"go ahead," she says.

you let the feeling rush into you, without thinking, you drop the dress over ellie's head, grabbing the sink instead.

it takes you a while to clear the headspace you're in, your brain feels mushy from the climax.

ellie stands and brushes the hair out of your face, "tried to suffocate me, huh?"

you laugh, "sorry, els, couldn't help it. felt too good."

"i know, i know. there's more where that came from when we get home, okay?"

you nod your head at her and a blush spreads across your cheeks.

when you walk back to the table, dina and jesse are still arguing.

ellie sits down and clears her throat.

dina turns towards her, "oh, you two are disgusting."

ellie smirks as you put your head down.

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ok. can we talk about going with ellie to the mall because i think it would be… interesting.

(fluff ‘n a little bit of smut so mdni! 🎀 also wrote this ages ago and it’s so bad so excuse me!!! and reader is v fem)

౨ৎ when it comes to ellie williams— i believe she will throughly let you walk her like a dog. quite literally following you around the shops hand in hand— to the point where you’re merely dragging her around. at first, she’d be super chill and relaxed, but one hour later after seeing you try on the same dress three times already— she’d start groaning on and on. “babe… do we really have to go fucking zara again?”, when you tell her that you just regret not buying a certain top, she’d be so adorably pissed off, her eyebrows all furrowed together, just thoroughly confused. she would probably want to stop and eat some food every 5 seconds. “zara… or mcdonalds” ,weighing the two options on her hands and clearly placing the mcdonalds option way higher.

౨ৎ if there’s an arcade— you know her ass is fully stopping in her tracks, begging you to come and play some games with her. obviously, you oblige, because she’s giving you the biggest and cutest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, and maybe she’d stupidly jump up when you say yes. she ends up beating you in every single game— and it's so painfully obvious that she’s been there about 17 times already.

“ellie, you’re only winning because you’re here every single day. you’re like a totallll loser” you defend, after she’d been gloating about her winning streak for 5 minutes straight. unsurprisingly, she just denies it. 

“i swear— ive never been here before, babe”

“els, be honest” you warn.

“okay— been here like once with jesse”

“once?”

“once… plus like five” and at that— she turns around, and places her hand behind her back, so you can intertwine it with yours. she’s sooo beating you in bowling.

౨ৎ while you’re browsing through clothes — shed be hugging you from behind tightly, as she kisses on your neck and silently begs for your attention.

“this skirts super cute, right?” you chirp, pointing at the plaid mini skirt and slowly tracing the soft fabric with the pads of your fingers.

ellie has her chaste lips right on your pulse point, and she’s barely even looking.

you pick it up, and she moves closer behind you with her hands still clinging on to your waist. “cute, right?” — you can feel ellie’s smile slowly form on your neck.

“yeah, babe… you’re very cute. thought you knew that already, though”

౨ৎ when you pull out two pieces from the rack (amethyst purple & floral purple) and ask her which color will fit you better, she just rolls her eyes and huffs. “babe… you cannot be serious they're the exact same”, to you, they are NOT. but ellie fully doesn’t get it at all.

౨ৎ put her in a gamestop— and it’s like she won the lottery. browsing through the different controllers, now its your turn to tease and tell her they’re all the exact same. put her in a NINTENDO shop and its literally over. her eyes are twinkling and sparkling, and shes borderline skipping through the store trying to find cool figurines. when she sees a bowser plushie (her mariokart main, duh) she picks it out so fast, and then tries to find you a plushie too— a princess peach or a kirby or whatever you want. she goes to pay, and when you leave the store with your two adorable new plushies inside the bag— ellie fully side eyes you. she has something to say, and you know it. she sighs deeply— “think theyre fucking in there?”

“if they’re anything like us… theyre fucking in there— oh my god, babe… bowsers humping her ass, look” —

she’s literally moving them inside the bag.

౨ৎ okay, so you’re done paying at zara (with her credit card but let’s not… talk about it), ellie left about 15 minutes ago because she was tired of looking at the clothes and she said that place looks like a mental asylum. you’re walking out of the shop with the bags in your hands, and you see her sitting on one of the random mall couches with a random grey haired middle aged man. weirdly, they seem to be in the midst of an incredibly intense conversation. you twist your face because what the fuck and;

“waiting for the wife, huh?” she asks him, manspreading on the chair with her hands resting on her thighs. they’re both staring at the store’s entrance, both sighing heavily. “that i am…” the old man huffs, and ellie chuckles to herself. “me too man… me too”

౨ৎ five minutes later — you find them talking about fucking bathroom tiles.

“i told her i wasn’t going to do marble— but she fucking insisted on it”

you walk a little closer, and ellie is still heavily rambling about floor stuff (?) you have absolutely no clue about.

“els…? ready to go?” you chirp, smiling warmly at the stranger. “gimme a sec” ellie looks at you from the corner of her eye, and keeps going. they’re exchanging numbers because they need to start thinking about how to build a new patio, and he has some “awesome fucking tips, man”

౨ৎ ellie places her hand on your shoulder as you’re walking away, and squeezes. “he was such a cool dude” she remarks, with a stupidly dumb, satisfied smile.

“ellie… he was like, sixty five”

“so? we bonded, babe” she shrugs.

“about floor tiles?” you ask her, and she begins rubbing little circles on your shoulder as you both stray further away from the shop.

“amongst other things” ellie chews on the inside of her cheek. should she say it?

“what things?” you smile sheepishly at your girlfriend, who’s seemingly nervous for some reason.

“you know… his wife…” she bites her cheek even harder now. she should definitely not say it. “my wife” okay— there it is.

her wife.

ten whole seconds of absolute radio silence pass. ellie thinks she might have said too much, but ellie doesn’t know you’re fighting for your life trying to hold on to your tears that are threatening to erupt.

her wife.

“you’re proposing here then, i assume?” you’re trying not to sound emotional, trying not to sound like your hearts about to burst out of your chest and start doing cartwheels on the malls pavement.

“nah… definitely somewhere way classier. like… bora bora, or the food court”

“food court?”

ellie has to stop. ellie has to stop and hold your hand.

“yeah… so i can hide the ring inside your burger n’shit. then you like… choke on it, then i save you… then not only am i a fuckin’ hero, i also get to like… marry the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. and she has to say yes—” there’s no point in swallowing down your toothy smile now. “cause like… i saved her life, y’know?” as much as ellie’s joking, ellie’s cheeks are burning up.

“will you… say yes, though?” she balances her weight from leg to leg, and averts her gaze. mmhm— what an interesting sign!

the way you place your hand on the back of her neck and kiss her hard— that’s definitely a yes.

ellie won’t propose to you in the food court, though. in fact, she has this elaborate plan she has been thinking since about a month into your relationship. that, you’ll never guess.

౨ৎ mall ellie is ALL pda. she doesn’t let go of your hand like ever and constantly needs little kisses on the cheek. she bought you a cute new top? kiss on the cheek. cute dress? kiss on the cheek and on the nose. she doesn’t want you to say your thank you’s, she’d much rather you show them.

౨ৎ when you’re at a lingerie shop… suddenly she comes fully alive. its literally as if someone infused her with seven shots of caffeine and she can’t seem to be able to stop handing you different bra’s, panties, and sexy little nightgowns.

“that’ll look so fucking hot on you” & hands you the sluttiest thong youve ever seen. “that— will drive me fucking crazy” & hands you a sheer bra she can imagine your nipples poking out of.

“wanna eat you out in that” as she hands you a little nightgown and you’re like “ELLIE!” and slap her arm her because a 60 year old woman literally just heard her and looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.

“actually— wanna eat you out in that… and in that too… and in that— oh my god look baby they’re crotchless” wiggling her eyebrows and swaying the fabric in the air.

౨ৎ obviously… she wants you to model them for her. it’s funny, how she didn’t give a fuck when you tried a cardigan on or a hat or saw a cute purse, but now she’s demanding to go inside the dressing room with you and stare you down in the mirror like a perv. she watches you strip out of your clothes and you purposely do it extra slowly, taking your time removing the bra… and now, she’s just leaping out of her sit.

“nope— doing that for you…” she unclasps it, stands behind you and immediately gropes your tits. she gives you sweet little kitten licks and kisses on the neck, whilst maintaining full eye contact with her hands on your boobs from the mirror, and you can’t help but whimper when she takes your hardening nipples between her fingers and rolls them in her thumb. “ellie… were in public” you hiss, bucking your ass onto her crotch.

“we’re not in public, were in a dressing room…” she whispers, like she knows best.

“plus, i gotta test these little panties out… s’for you, y’know?”

ellie makes you sit on her lap to watch it up close, until she’s fully satisfied and is sure that they fit just right, and that she can see herself peeling them off of you. “give me a little wiggle, babe”, she rasps, as her hands roam over your naked waist.

“a wiggle?” you giggle, and burry your face in the crook of her neck.

“like… grind yourself up against me. gotta test the fabric, make sure you’re… comfortable” and— of course you do. you grind yourself up against her thigh until you forget what you even came to the mall for.

ellie’s eyes are fixated on you, taking in your little silent whimpers as you “test the panties” out.

“think… fuck— think we gotta buy them now… soaked ‘em all up, huh?” ellie pants, as she helps you grind your body back and forth. when ellie looks down on her thigh, truly just to watch how your pussy lips swallow the drenched material, ellie comes to an extra conclusion as well. there’s a sticky wet patch, almost heart shaped, over her denim jeans.

“shit… babe, look at that mess…”, she holds you by the back of your neck, and guides your head down. “mhm… gotta buy me some new jeans” your breath cages inside your throat as you begin to stutter, “sorry, el… didn’t mean to”

“oh fuck no… it’s… shit— so fuckin’ hot”

anyways, mall ellie is a menace.