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elsweetheart · 1 year

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what you heard — part two.

synopsis: you start to develop feelings for your boyfriends dealer. part two of this fic.

♪ what you heard — sonder ♪

cw: reader is dating a man, mentions of cheating, mentions of weed, men being annoying, smutsmutsmut, brief mention of violence. some angst? kinda. i guess. happy ending tho yay!

an: hi! it’s here! thank you for alllll the love on the first fic, i can’t believe how much people enjoyed it! i’m actually super proud of this one, my favourite thing i’ve written me thinks …… anyways yea! there will be no part three so pls don’t ask! ily ♡

It’s been a week. You haven’t spoken.

There’s blue-magenta behind your eyes. It swirls into contours and bubbles, recognisable sights beginning to take shape. Things go stark white, and then pale pink. Chartreuse fades in to khaki green into pale grey before you see a brick orangey red. You start to feel, aware of your senses. The brick becomes hair, and the hair tickles your neck.

You hear next, your own sigh. Your fingers press into an arm — your tight grip creates a white halo in their skin. You grip tighter, you have red fingernails now. You don’t remember getting them painted that colour. Half moons dust their skin from your touch. Freckles too.

A familiar feeling inside of you, that searing, hot, beautiful pressure in your groin. It feels good this time, not rushed and fast. Something smooth drags in and out of you, smoother than you’ve felt down there before. Something smells herby… herby and familiar, mixed with something else you can’t make out. The feeling builds, and you’re being touched all over with tender hands. Hands. A pixelated tattoo — not remembering the details.

The picture gets clearer, and you see your own smooth thighs. The freckle on the centre of one of them. They’re being pushed up rhythmically at the same time, a body slot between them. You see purple plastic now, coated and slick— and you realise you can hear yourself again. Loud, whiny, on the edge of… of something.

“Doin’ such a good job taking me, you look so pretty.” The echoey voice belongs to Ellie Williams and you look up to see her face. She’s wearing the grey hoodie she wore the last time you saw her. She looks the same down to her hair, but — wasn’t her eyebrow slit on the other eyebrow? You become more aware and it switches when you blink. How are you blinking? Fingers brush your clit and you gasp for air, skin on fire. “Better than your boyfriend, huh?” You were struck with euphoria, the sound of the ocean deafeningly loud, roaring monstrously in your ears. White noise. Nothing.

You gasped, and you were on your back still — but this time your room was dark, you were still wearing your clothes, and no Ellie. Your heart thumps, and your body reacts the same way it would as if you’d had a nightmare. You barely catch your breath, and the bed shifts beside you.

“Babe — makin’ so much noise. Woke me up, fuck.” The irritated grumble of your boyfriend. You don’t remember him sliding in beside you, and when your senses arrived back into your body, having been borrowed by the dream version of you, you were hit by the familiar and yet not at all comfortable stench of beer. Louis’ skin was pink and clammy under the moonlight peeking through your window and you felt that ugly feeling you’d been cursed with lately, disgust. It piled up inside your stomach like bile before washing away into the numb feeling of regret. He had gone to a party near by, a frat house — Delta something? Or was it Alpha? Clearly he couldn’t be all that bothered to walk back to his own dorm, staying with you instead. Maybe you shouldn’t have given him your spare key card. You push the thought away, and you try to like him again.

You squint in the low light, fully waking yourself up now. You shifted, thighs clattering into eachother with not much room, Louis taking up the bed. At the shift of your legs, you’re alarmed by the way your pyjama shorts cling to your hot, wet centre and suddenly you’re brought back to reality. You were having a wet dream about Ellie.

Guilty, your head turns to look at the man beside you. The room is filled by his deep heavy breaths, and the scratchy sound your hair made against the pillow when you turned your head. A small brown birthmark splotches on his bare shoulder, and you wonder if you squint, it could look like freckles. Reaching out, your fingers brush over it — and you are ejected from the moment instantly as he groans at the contact, rolling over. To add insult to injury, he thrusts a pillow out from beneath his head and shoves it between the two of you half awake. Message received.

You stare at the square tiles of your ceiling. Ellie Ellie Ellie. You wondered what she was doing right now, probably fast asleep. You lift your head quietly to look at your alarm clock, a bright red ‘02:55AM’ scalding your eyes. She could be at a party still, dealing. You pictured her there, hands stuffed in her pockets, wearing that cute khaki green windbreaker jacket that you secretly loved and her black jeans— her hair up in that messy half up bun. You don’t stop your cheeks from pushing up as you close your eyes, thinking of your new friend fondly. Your eyes felt heavier now, and you let yourself immerse into the fantasy, too sleepy to reject it or bare any guilt for daydreaming. You’re there at the party too, wearing something tight. Ellie notices you right away, eyes flickering over you in that way she has about her which is somehow equally loserish and confident. You walk over to her, and you’re too tired to fathom a conversation — but you’re not too drunk like you were last time, and there’s giggling and touching, and best of all Ellie isn’t looking at any other girls. She isn’t even focused on dealing anymore. She gives you all of her attention.

You fall asleep that way. You don’t dream of her, or anything for that matter for the rest of the night but the sleep is peaceful and you wake up well rested.

It’s 9:22AM when you wake up, and Louis is gone. Probably to make his 9AM lecture, turning up still drunk which you’re sure was absolutely hilarious to him and his friends, whilst the professor was probably hoping he wouldn’t turn up at all. You rub your eyes, and that nagging feeling in your chest kicks in.

One could truly never appreciate those first thirty seconds after you wake up. Still dreamy and disorientated, no anxiety, no worries — just bliss. Until you remember the current affairs of your life, and your eyes open.

Your phone is cold in your hand when you reach over and take it off charge, your free hand rubbing the sleep out your eyes as you suppress a yawn. Your stomach bottoms out, which is honestly sickening so early in the morning, as your eyes immediately land on a text from Ellie herself. Oh God, please tell me I didn’t reach over and text her in my sleep about my daydreams. It was unrealistic, but you definitely wouldn’t put it past yourself lately. You feel a blossom of disappointment bloom below your rib cage when you read ‘30% off for my fav custys. Blue dream, Purple haze, OG Green Kush. Get at me. Can do pick up or delivery tonight 📢🧟‍♀️’ Just another mass text, after all — Ellie was a business woman.

You swipe back onto your lockscreen, and chase the red ‘1’ symbol besides the Instagram logo, following it all the way to your DMS. Oh? Oh.

You see the first few words of the message from the preview, and your stomach fizzes up like shaken pop.

‘hey girl, i know you don’t know me but this is weighing on my mind so i have to tell you. last night your boyfriend louis was at the party down at alpha phi and we made out a couple of times before going upstairs and having sex. i didn’t know he had a gf until afterwards bc someone told me and i feel really guilty. u deserve better babe! just thought i’d let u know. i’m so sorry!!!’

Right, okay. This is not how you thought your day would begin.

You sit up slowly, like you’re worried that if you sit up too fast you’ll freak yourself out. How could this happen? You knew Louis was a bit of a dick sometimes, but a cheater? He seemed kind of territorial around Ellie at that party if you remembered correctly. So why would he wanna cheat?

You stare at the wall. Cry, damnit. Cry!

You don’t. But maybe you’re in shock. You pick your phone up again and text the girl back, a simple ‘thank you, will dump him today’ which you admit sounded kind of casual and hilarious, but you truly didn’t know what to say. You wasn’t really sure what to do. Do you just go about your day as normal? No, you needed to dump him. Okay, yes. First order of business.

Not over text, no. You were classier than that — although he didn’t deserve more than a ‘bye loser!’ text followed by the blocking of his number. You squint outside at the sun, showered and got dressed, pulling another one of your many sundresses over your frame. Despite the nagging, nervous feeling in your stomach it felt like a normal day. Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world.

You sat at your desk, staring at the wall. You’ll get up and go eventually you thought. You stayed in your room for hours.

4:47PM. No music in your earphones today, it didn’t feel right. Your mind was too loud anyways, you weren’t quite sure you’d even be able to hear the music over your thoughts. Your body was on autopilot as you walk. Louis should be getting out of his afternoon class in 13 minutes approximately, you’ll just wait for him outside and confront him there. Quick and easy.

But there’ll be people around, and you don’t want to make a scene do you? What if he’s with his friends and they all laugh at you? You figured it was more embarrassing for you than it was for him. What were you thinking getting involved with a frat boy? Of course he was going to cheat. The building that his class would be in was in sight now, footsteps quickening. Your heart was quickening now too, not with nerves but with anger. Anger at him. Anger at yourself, moreso. How did you let him cheat? How did you let it go on long enough for that to happen? Why didn’t you cheat first?

Your own thought sends you skidding to a stop. That’s… not you. You’re not a cheater. Regardless of what the person you’re dating does, it’s not right. Noise attracts you up ahead, and you see gaggles of students begin to leave the building — class having finished early. You don’t think, just dart left and keep walking. Away from the building, and Louis. Your feet start to hurt in your shoes from the way the soles of your feet are pounding against the bright concrete in the late afternoon sun. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I chickened out. Your brain screams at you and you’re already heading in the direction of the place that quiets your mind. You keep walking until you’re inside Ellie’s building.

There’s no time to think as you walk up to the beige door you knew too well, the familiar whiteboard pinned to it reading ‘Ellie’ in her slightly messy scribble, with ‘Knock first, assholes.’ scribed beneath it smaller. You do just that, you knock. After you do, you stand back — catching your breath from the stairs you took up there. You hadn’t even thought of what you were gonna say. Did you have money on you? Yes. You could just buy some of the weed she sent out the mass text about, and see where it goes from there. Solid plan.

You were too busy rehearsing what you were gonna say to realise that you hadn’t heard any movement from inside her room. An image of her fast sleep, drooling on her pillow napping crossed your mind and if you weren’t so wired up you’d maybe smile. You knock again, a little more timidly this time but feeling the same level of urgency. You tried to recall if she’d ever mentioned sleeping with headphones on? Your brows furrow, and just when you knock again — the door beside Ellie’s opens, a ginger guy wearing a jersey and sweatpants poking his head round to look at you.

“If you’re looking for Ellie I saw her go out earlier. She’s not in.” He rasped, and you’d realised that your knocking had perhaps woken him up from a slumber, instead of the imaginary Ellie who wasn’t in her room. You feel your heart drop a few centimetres before pattering against your chest in embarrassment, face feeling hotter than it already was.

“Oh, okay. Sorry if my knocking woke you up.” You cringe with a polite smile that he doesn’t return.

“She’s a dealer, you’re meant to text before you come over so this shit doesn’t happen.” He grumbles, before sulking back into his room — door closing. Your eyes widen— Jheez. Touchy.

You stare at Ellies door again, rolling your lips into your mouth as you thought. Maybe this was a good thing, fate even. You shouldn’t have come here. You should have just gone straight to Louis and dumped his ass like you originally planned— not run straight to your emotional-support-dealer who was complicating things enough as it is. You could have really done with smoking first though, you realised — which actually made your eyes glaze over with tears. Ellie’s weed was just behind that door.

You finally managed to peel yourself away, shamefully plodding back the way you came. You were halfway down the hall, when the door you were headed for opened — the sound of an oh so familiar laugh reaching your ears before your eyes found her. Ellie was walking along side Dina, the two chatting as your dealer searched her pockets for her keycard. There was a second or two when they hadn’t seen you yet, and you slowed down your pace — eyes raking over her. There was no reason for her to look so good, you almost felt like it was on purpose — hair in that classic half updo and an old white wifebeater clinging to her frame, black backpack on her back with simple black jeans and scuffed vans. You panicked, turning around hoping she wouldn’t see you, realised there was nowhere to run to, and spun back around to the two girls. When you did, they were already looking at you cautiously.

Dina looked at you, and then looked at Ellie, then back at you. Ellie called your name, pace slowing and you smiled sheepishly, praying the embarrassed and stressed tears threatening to spill would get sucked back into your eyes.

“Hey. Sorry I should have texted I was just…” Your eyes remove themselves from her, flying up to the ceiling so that the tears wouldn’t spill. You suck in a calming breath. Why now? Why was it all hitting you now? You glanced back at her just to see her face drop upon inspecting your state, and looked back at Dina.

“I’ll just grab the textbook from you later on, or you can bring it to me when you’re done — it’s chill.” Dina shrugged, and you could tell she was trying to be casual and polite despite it perhaps being an inconvenience to do so.

“Yeah. I’ll bring it.” Ellie nodded vigorously, like she were just about to ask her to do so. “I’ll see you later, D.”

Dina sent you a sympathetic smile before backing up towards the doorway, heading out. You fist at your dress uncomfortably, a silence settling over the two of you as you both watch her leave.

“Uh, come in.” Ellie speaks gently, in lieu of your frazzled state. She taps her keycard on the reader and opens the door, pressing her back to it to hold it open for you before closing it behind you. You watch the way she instantly makes herself at home like usual, kicking off her shoes dropping her backpack, sitting on the bed. You don’t move, just standing there in front of the door watching her. This really wasn’t meant to happen, therefore you had no time to mentally prepare yourself. Your brain was catching up, forcing you to dawdle and have an outer body experience in Ellie’s dorm.

“You… okay?” She raised an eyebrow, eyes flitting over the way you were gripping your sundress like it was going to fly off your body if you didn’t. You nodded, non verbal for a moment, eyes not meeting hers. You seemed to be coping fine before, but being around Ellie made you… vulnerable. Like you were worried that everything would just come out, word vomit all over your dress, and all your emotions were brought to the surface instantly by her calming nature. When you didn’t speak, she did. “You want pre-rolls? I got a couple, I dunno if you got my text.” She starts to reach for her backpack again. “Sorry I wasn’t here — you didn’t tell me you were coming so I—”

“Louis cheated on me.” You blurt and she freezes, ceasing to reach for her bag and reverting to the position she was sat on the bed before. Her face scrunches up a little.

“What?”

“Yeah— he…yeah.” There’s no emotion behind your words now, staring past her at the wall. Her eyes squeeze shut, scrambling for words for a moment as she pushes herself to stand.

“What did— how did you find out?” She exasperates, slowly stepping your way.

“I just woke up to a DM on Instagram from some random girl spilling everything, saying that she didn’t know he had a girlfriend and fucked him. She was really nice about it though.” You ponder, shaking yourself back to your senses. It felt more real now that you had said it out loud, which was kind of comforting in a way.

“Damn.” Ellie whispers, now stood right in front of you. Her fingers nervously graze your arm, wanting to comfort you. “I’m… really sorry babe.” Babe. You don’t have time to register the nickname as she takes action on her impulses, suddenly wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. You’re caught off guard, arms hovering for a moment before wrapping around her. You squeeze, and it feels good to be held by her. You nuzzle into her neck as she rubs comforting circles on your waist with her thumbs, your breathing synced up.

“I’m not.” It comes out muffled into her, and she pulls back slightly— warm breath wafting over your face as she stares down at you in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m…relieved. I don’t feel anything. I don’t… care.” You admit, brows furrowing in a way that made Ellie think you felt guilty for having this outlook.

“Maybe you’re in shock.”

“Maybe I just didn’t like him.” You quickly admit even quieter, like the two of you were having a whisper off. She stared at you, not able to help herself from glancing at your glossed lips, and wondered if you could feel her heartbeat speed up as your bodies were pressed so tightly together.

“No?”

“Maybe I… was already cheating on him in my head.”

Green light, Ellie thinks — infact she’d never known a light greener. She closes in on you, your back rebounding a little off the door, eyes locked in on eachothers lips. They nearly touch, the two of you exchanging a breath when a deafening knock sounds on the wooden door you were pressed against, making the two of you jump. Ellie pulls back, smiling sheepishly at your nervous giggle and she presses into you even more, bringing her eye to the view-hole over your head in the door to see who it was, expecting a customer. She pulls back, face to face and her eyes are wider this time, cheeks reddening.

“Think someone came lookin’ for you.”

Your own eyes expand, and you spin around to look through — a fisheye lens view of Louis stood there, stupid backwards cap on his head and meaty hands stuffed into his board-shorts as he obnoxiously chewed his gum.

Ellie’s heart swells for you when you spin around, looking at her desperately in a panic.

“Don’t wanna see him! I — I can’t. Not yet!” You whisper, breath shaking in your throat and she nods, a comforting hand on your arm rubbing for a moment as she pushes you into the crevice of the wall where the door would open on, hiding you. He knocks again, and you hear Ellie’s neighbour groan, angry footsteps thudding towards his own door through the wall.

“S’okay. Hey, s’alright. Fuck it— uh, I’ll see what he wants.” She nods at your worried expression, opening the door before her neighbour gets to him— boxing you in behind it. You had kind of hoped the sleep deprived neighbour would have gotten to Louis first, giving him a piece of his mind.

“Yo.” Louis greet, uninterested and you cringed, already wondering how you ever dated that. Ellie stared at him, waiting for him to ask about you. Waiting for her chance to chew him out. “Lemme get a half ounce. You got purple haze?” He sniffed.

“Looks like I’m fresh out.” You could hear the anger in Ellie’s voice just from the sight of him, which concerned you whilst equally validated you. She was blunt, tilt her chin up the way she did at that pool party, exuding confidence.

“Damn. What else you got?” He sighed, not seeming to pick up of Ellie’s raging ‘Fuck you’ vibe. She didn’t move to rummage her drawers or invite him in. She simply stood, unwavering. Staring. Borderline glaring, urging him to just get the picture that he wasn’t welcome here tonight. Or ever again, if she was being honest.

“Got nothin’ for you, man.” She held his gaze. He faltered now. Oh? Eyes flitting all around her face like he was trying to work out what her problem is. What did she know?

“You’re all out?” He flattened his voice just a bit more. A tone to his voice that said ‘Are you fucking with me?’

“Looks like I am.”

You heard him shuffling awkwardly, before kissing his teeth and stepping away. “Aight.”

There was no blow up, no gross attitude from Louis, no flip out from Ellie where she’d punch him in the face in your honour. He simply laid down and accepted that he was gonna be weed-less tonight, and fucked off. You peeked, watching Ellie continue to stare him down with her stony expression as he walked away before closing the door softly, revealing you behind it — cramped up in the corner. You looked dishevelled and wide eyed, having had to make an effort to not breathe, let alone speak. She felt her heart just… soften at the sight of you. In a way, you’d kind of resembled a scared stray kitten who’s run away from their big bad owner, and who better to take you in than a loving student with plenty of catnip?

She cleared her throat, stepping back and allowing you to move out of the cramped space behind the door.

“Just hearing him makes me mad.” You huff, walking over to her bed and plopping down on the end of it, defeated. She wipes her hands on her jeans, a little awkwardly — still recovering from your near kiss turned near confrontation.

“Yeah. Kinda took me everything not to kick his scrawny ass.” She shook it off, eyebrows jumping up as she envisioned the scene. You did too, something stirring deep within you at the vision of Ellie beating him, knuckles splattered with blood, angry grimace on her face. You shoo it away quickly, not wanting to indulge in that sick fantasy. You let out a non committal hum, dragging your eyes away from her.

“So did you want any weed? I can hook you up with something…” She took a step toward her black backpack that was slumped against the floor. You shook your head quickly, knowing she wouldn’t let you pay for it yet again given your state and well — as much as you adored free weed, you couldn’t do that to her twice in a row.

“No, no. I don’t think I’m in the right headspace to smoke, you know? Probably not the best idea.” You conversed, staring ahead as you took a long deep breath — feeling the slightest spark of what could be relief that things were finally over, despite the betrayal of being cheated on. You thought you had buried what you really wanted deep inside, turns out it was right on the surface the whole time. Was it that obvious to Ellie how needy you really were for her the whole time? You thought back to your near-kiss a few moments back, heat crawling up the back of your neck like the feeling of being flustered was submerging you in it’s lusty molasses. You realised she was saying nothing, just watching you as she swayed on her feet — nervously toeing at the carpet.

Shit, maybe you’d overstepped.

“Sorry — I can head out now. I don’t know why I ran here I just — I didn’t know where to go. Sorry.” You stood up and Ellie’s eyes enlarged, her own heart thumping as she tried to muster up the words to just speak. She was unprepared, she’d admit — this whole thing was not how she thought it would go down. She’d always imagined you banging on her door in the middle of the night, begging her to fuck you, something about Louis not being able to do it right, and she was the only one who could do the job. You’d be on eachother in an instant, limbs and moans, loud and messy, and afterwards— afterwards is when you’d have the discussion. She’d tell you that she can treat you better, and you’d say that you’d always wanted her. Not… this. This was slow, bordering on awkward. Come on Ellie, get it together.

“Hey.” It came out gentle, and almost like a Pavlov response to her tone, you calmed — eyes melting into a soft gaze as her hand grazed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “We don’t need to smoke to hang out. I’m cool to just… talk. If you wanna.”

So you did.

You talked, and in no time you were laughing away, problems seemingly forgotten as you laid side by side on the bed. Ellie had some kind of magic about her, a type that inspired time to stop when the two of you would hang out. You wouldn’t notice the sun going down outside the window, or the way your bodies would overtime shift closer and closer to eachother on the bed until your shoulders were pressed together. Your shoes were kicked off and the window was open — bringing a warm, balmy evening humidity into the dorm. At the dawn of summer, the warm and lethargic evenings were one of your favourite things about the season change. They were even better with Ellie, you thought.

“So, did it work?” She was smirking, the laugh clenching the back of her throat like she was on the verge of letting out a ridiculous school-girl giggle.

“Did what work? You can’t just start a sentence like that and expect me to know what you mean.” You picked up her brown stuffed bear from the bed and swat her with it— the memory of the last time you were in her room springing up. What went down on this very bed. Suddenly, you realised what she might have been talking about.

“Shut up.” She chuckled. “My handy tips and tricks. Did you ever get down to having a better time in the bedroom?” She wiggled her brows, the arm furthest from you coming up to rest behind her head as she turned slightly to look at you — face close enough to see the green speckles caressed by hazel in her limbal rings.

“Ellie.” You groan in embarrassment, covering your face (and more so, your sheepish smile.) The smile peeked from behind your palms anyway, and Ellie capsized onto her side, leaning on her elbow now with her own grin — caused by the adorable-ness of yours.

“S’just a question.” Her voice was gentle and flat in her deep drawl, pulling your hands away from your face with the help of her own fingers pulling it away. Her hand stayed on top of yours when you rested it on top of your ribs.

“Do I have to answer?” You squint and her mouth turned downwards in thought with a inattentive shrug.

“No.” That mischievous smile of hers crept back up. “But that won’t stop me from guessing your answer.”

You gaze down at her hand on top of yours. It was cold like it always was — having caught her touch through grazed fingers with a weed baggie between them and friendly arm caresses when running into eachother in public. You wondered how her hands were still cold, even in the smouldering warmth of her dorm. You avoid her smug gaze.

“Well what do you think?” You quieten your voice, smile still lingering as you wiggle your fingers beneath her palm, she squeezes your fingers with her own — pinning them down where they rest. Ellie thinks, briefly distracted by your hands flirting.

“Hm.” She pretended to think. “Maybe. You probably tried to help him, bein’ a good person n’all. But you know… what was it you said last time? You either got it or you don’t?”

You said nothing, considering her guess. She waited, for some kind of reaction giving away whether or not she was right or wrong. When it didn’t come, she prompt you.

“No?” Her thumb was on top of the back of your hand now, her other fingers tucked beneath your palm— her knuckles laying flat against your ribs. The touch being so close to your tits sent your mind reeling and it took you a moment to respond, her thumb just stroking slow languid circles on your own knuckles.

“Since that day I haven’t… me and him didn’t…” You admit, finally braving a glance up to her eyes. They’re intense, as inspected — flickering back up to your eyes from your lips, caught. “He wanted to, but… I didn’t want to even try anymore.”

“And whys that?” She rushed out, internally yelling at herself for the speed in which she prompted you. Patience Ellie, Jesus fucking Christ. You know where this is headed, and if you push too hard she’ll spook like last time. Be cool.

Your cheeks pushed up, and she assumes you’re fighting a giggle at her eager response. Luckily, you don’t mention it. “Lets say you wanted a sandwich…” You started. Okay, what the fuck. Where was this going?

“Uh— sure?”

“And there’s a sandwich store in your town. Their sandwiches… aren’t very good. You think, maybe I’m ordering the wrong sandwich. But all the sandwiches taste the same and they’re all… bad. But then a new sandwich place opens up down the street. The sandwiches look amazing, and everything about it is perfect. Would you keep going back to the bad sandwich store?”

Ellie squinted, slowly sitting up a little more with an exasperated expression as her brain caught up.

“You did all that… instead of just telling me that you couldn’t fuck Louis anymore because you wanted to fuck me?”

You burst into giggles. “I’m shy!” You whine, rolling away from her to face the wall beside her bed. She laughs heartily in disbelief, her hands coming to tickle your waist without a thought.

“Oh you’re shy?” She snickered through your squeals. “Fuckin’ Shakespeare over here — what sandwich store huh? No, really. I’m dying to know where that came from.”

You flipped to face her suddenly, her face unexpectedly close. You faltered, eyes dropping to her pretty, naturally red lips before pulling them away in order to get your words out. “It was the best way I could explain it, okay?”

“Alright, wordsmith.” She was not just smirking, but openly staring at your mouth now, so close her breath was tickling your nose.

“You’re so annoying.” You press your lips together, subconsciously hiding them in nerves.

“Yeah?” Kiss me. Kiss me before I fucking do it.

“Yeah. Always popping up in my dreams too.” You beam, leaning into her a little now. Please kiss me. And she nearly does, but your words hit her and her curiosity gets the better of her. Fuck. She pulls away a little, eyes boring back into yours.

“What dream? Tell me ‘bout your dream.” She’s whispering now, brow jabbing downward in curiosity. You sigh, eyes closing. Why would you bring that up? You drop your head back onto the pillow.

“I just… had these dreams. About you.” You open your eyes. There’s blu-tack stuck to her ceiling tile. Her finger almost makes you jump as it curls beneath your chin with the gentlest touch, turning your face back to look at her.

“What happened in these dreams? Hm?”

You suck on your bottom lip, taking the time to take in all her features. The way it seemed like nothing else in the world mattered, just the two of you laying close on this bed, backed into the corner against the wall. Your cunt was aching — you let yourself realise this now.

“We’d be here. Just like this.” You murmur, your own fingers running up her wrist to meet her hand where it cupped your chin. Her eyes followed your movements, glued to your baby pink fingernails. “We’d be laughing, and talking and suddenly… we’re kissing. And… you’re on top of me.”

Thank fuck for your sundress, Ellie’s eyes were truly blessed — dropping down shamelessly to your tits as they begin to push against the material, already practically spilling out from your compromising position. She realises that you’re drawing in a long breath, followed by shorter, wetter ones. You swallow, panting from the memory. Jesus fucking Christ loops around her head, bouncing off the walls of her brain in an echo-chamber of horny. What next? What happens next?

“And then you’re… pushing into me and it feels good. Better than… better than he could ever make me feel. And you’re telling me I’m pretty… and how good I’m doing… just like you said you would.” You’re even quieter, but your words couldn’t be louder to Ellie. She’s tormented, wanting you to finish off your story, the tale of your dirty dreams — but equally wanting to cut it short by shutting you up with her mouth on yours. Decisions, decisions.

Your brows are furrowed, your hand sliding her hand down to your throat— just pressing it there. Maybe for comfort, maybe just to feel her touch. Likely because it’s turning you on. She can feel your pulse thrumming violently against your skin. Ellie’s eyes are all pupil. Is that your heartbeat or mine?

“And I cum.” You grin slowly in disbelief, eyes glazed over completely like you’ve been crying, brows still pinched in that endearing furrow. “I actually cum. And it’s so good. Because it’s you. And only you can—”

Fuck it.

Her mouth is on yours in an instant, swallowing the surprised whimper when she rolls over to hover over you, her knee pressed between your legs. Her tongue introduces itself to yours quickly, the wet muscles sliding over eachother in greeting like they were old friends. Her hand still cupped your throat where you had guide her and she could barely think, her body on pure primal autopilot. Ellie liked to think she was fairly experienced, but shit — it’s never felt like this before.

Her hands are everywhere. You’re trying to count them because you’re sure — certain even that you can feel more than two sliding over you, pushing your dress further up your thighs, kneading your warm, plush breasts. Your legs are falling open wider, like her tongue had reached a spot in your mouth that had triggered you to just go limp, and with the movement her knee presses up just a little more snug against your hot cunt. You shift on it, on instinct and the friction of it just… you moan.

Ellie can’t help but notice how relieved it sounds, and she wants to coo at you, chuckle and tease you about being sooo pent up, because little Louis couldn’t find that pretty clit. But she couldn’t drag her mouth away from you, having journeyed right down to your neck, sucking and biting— marking you. You belonged to her now, and there was no doubt about that. You couldn’t go back on yourself now, no. Not with Ellie all over you.

You kept shifting on it, experimentally grinding your pantie-clad pussy against her jean covered knee. You don’t even recall ever being in this position with Louis, and you squeeze your eyes shut tighter, huffing out your nose. Get that man out of your head, before he ruins the mood.

You let out another quiet mewl, and God — Ellie just had to pull away and look at you. Just a little bit, just close enough to still be breathing hard into each-other’s mouth. When your eyes fluttered open, she swore she could have died right there. You look flushed, pupils blown out with that needy look in your eye. As the moment settled in, hips still weakly bucking against her knee and hands desperately grabbing at her shoulders — Ellie felt a small tremor beneath your body, like a tiny earthquake had occurred right below you. It travelled up your body, falling out of your mouth in the language of a trembling gasp. Were you…?

Ellie grinned, proudly — brows knit as if to say ‘awwww’. And then she did say it, mouth running without permission from her brain. “Aw, you’re shaking.” She whispered, like it was a secret being shared at a sleepover. You weren’t your usually giggly self now, getting shy on her and turning away — you just wet your lips, tilting your hips for more and pulled her back in to kiss.

Ellie’s hand were pulling at your dress before she remembered to ask, so she slowed down hoping you’d say something. As she peeled away the fabric, dragging your straps down your arms her lips followed, pressing chaste kisses to the warm skin. You sighed at the feeling, melting into her bedsheets and Ellie tugged just that bit harder, your tits free from the dress now that bunched around your waist. The dealers eyes were on them, and then on your face, and then back to your tits when she remembered she was actually allowed to be looking at them this time. Her hands followed, doing what she’d always dreamt of.

The coldness of her palms brought your nipples to a peak and you wanted to roll over and hide again, but you couldn’t — because Ellie was dragging her spread hands up your ribs and grabbing the fat of your tits and it just felt too good. Felt good to be appreciated, analysed, borderline worshipped as Ellie dragged her thumbs over your nipples making a low whine fall from your throat accidentally.

“Shit, babe.” She breathed in disbelief, looking up at you once more and retreating to drop a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You this pretty everywhere?”

You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing at all— arching your chest into her touch. She gave them a firm squeeze before reluctantly pulling away to continue on her journey down your body, her mission to get your dress completely off still in full pursuit.

She immediately dives in to press a pouty kiss between your tits as soon as she can, letting her top lip drag slightly as she trails her lips downwards to your stomach. Don’t rush this, Ellie — she thinks, and for a moment she fears she accidentally said it out because you giggle. She looks up at you, a little wide eyed in confusion at your dazed titter. Her hands are curled around your sides now, thumbs resting on your rib cage, and your hand is creeping up the back of her head to caress the soft hair there.

“Tickles.” You mutter and she grins wolfishly, shaking her head ever so slightly as she gets back to it. A little impatiently, she tugs the dress down your hips, the material straining ever so slightly before she can slide them down your legs. You help her, kicking the material up and off and hearing it flump onto the floor beside her bed.

She was hungry now, closer and closer to what she wanted but her laser focus was on proving herself. You deserved to feel good, and that’s exactly what she was gonna give you. She needed to show you that she was the better option, that she could look after you right. Her hands were pushing your thighs open now, her face flushed and desperate as she pressed kisses to the inside. She hadn’t even spared a glance at your underwear yet, couldn’t even tell you what colour they were — just fixated on sucking marks into your skin, making sure that the dark purple were visible when she’d pull away with a pop.

Embarrassingly so, you bucked your hips against nothing— the stretch of material spread over your clit just barely grazing the button. You understood perfectly what her game was, she’d bet you’d never been teased before and she was right — but right now you needed her touch, after so long you just needed her.

“Please.” You finally let out as her hands stroke the crevices of your thigh crease, light fingers that tickled you enough to make you buck again. Her nose pressed against the skin beside the lacy leg hole of your underwear as she pressed a firm kiss there.

“Please what.” She didn’t even stop to look at you.

“Please t—ouch me.” You shudder, words nearly cut off half way through. She stops then, eyes wide like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, before dragging them down to your panties. A soft pink, the outline of your fat lips spread due to the way she’d parted your thighs, the material stuck to them — creating the clear shape. What really caught her eye, was the growing darkness through them — soaked through from just her kisses and caressing. Confidence surged through her once again.

Her two front teeth grazed her bottom lip, bringing them down as if planning to say ‘Ffffuuuckk’ but it died on her tongue, just the ‘Ffffff’ sound whispered out. You watched her pupils double in size, and when she looked back up at you her lids were heavier.

“S’all for me?” She cooed, in this sickly sweet voice that made your fogged brain nearly not pick up on the fact that she was mocking you ever so slightly. You let out a shaky breath, and she didn’t take her eyes off you when she leant back in, pressing a soft and loving kiss over the fabric — right where your clit would be. She watched you then, jaw gaping and brows knitting, she even heard your toes clenching hard behind her because of the way the bed covers shifted. She remembered something being said about you liking when the other person took charge, and she wondered how far she could milk you into that space. How much could she force you to just let go and let her do all the thinking?

“S’right baby, just relax up for me yeah? You’re all tense.” She smoothes a hand over your tummy and Jesus, that was easy — you’re nodding furiously, body tensing and untensing a few times, actively trying to get yourself to follow her command. That’s okay, she thinks — we’ll get you there.

She starts pressing kisses around your panties again, your widened thigh crease, the spread lip peeking out from the material, along the waistband. She hears you breathing hard without looking up. Poor thing, must’ve really been unsatisfied to get this worked up so soon. Her own finger comes up to drag up and down your slit through the material, the plumpness of it having swallowed some fabric into its crease. You feel more arousal seep out of you when her finger tips circle around your clit and press down ever so slightly.

“Teasin’ me.” You manage in a strained whisper, trying to widen your legs even more. Your ankle hangs off the bed.

“Mhm.” She goes back in, pressing kisses to below where she was touching, her nose doing the work in nudging your button. She got to work, her tongue sliding out and licking up the juices that had seep through the soft pink material. You tasted just like she imagined, a little tangy and salty sweet— making saliva collect at the base of her tongue to roll down and soak you more.

The moans were flowing freely when she wrapped her toned arms around your thighs, bringing you down onto her mouth more. Through your hazy mind, you don’t quite recall ever getting to see her arms like this — and you’re just now noting how much muscle she truly had. For someone with a cocky side, she had to be pretty humble to hide them. It made the submission creep up more, the idea that she could do anything she wanted to you bouncing around your brain that was quickly emptying itself like an egg timer.

Ellie looked starved, practically unhinging her jaw to gather the saliva and arousal soaked material in her mouth and use the point of her tongue to push you where you needed her. The friction of the material between her and your clit rubbed against you in all the right ways, and just when you felt yourself drifting off into that hazy relaxed space, the same one you felt when you’d just woken up — your stomach involuntarily tensed and curled with something devastating building up. Surely not, surely Ellie wasn’t about to make you cum through your panties.

You let out a pathetic and almost fearful whine as your hand shaped itself into a claw at the back of her head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull her away. You didn’t even think you’d be able to, her head moving vigorously with her face buried in your covered crotch. Ellie wasn’t planning on eating you out through your underwear to the point of making you cum, but as soon as you signified that there was a chance she could? It was game. Ellie was competitive by nature, and sometimes that even meant competing with herself. Bet you can’t do it, she taunts herself— and as she pins down your bucking hips that smug voice in her head responds. Bet you can.

You shake, pressing her face in further as you hit a peak — stomach clenching the same way it does when you ride a drop-coaster, seemingly plummeting to the ground on rickety tracks. Your cunt burned and ached as she frantically mouthed at your clit through the thin fabric, tongue working you in such a frenzy that you were certain if she went for any longer she’d burst a hole in the material and get to the real thing. You felt your warmth gush out, the entirety of your panties now three shades darker in colour due to yours and Ellie’s joint attack.

Her teeth scraped over your covered clit as she pant for her own breath and you jerked, oversensitive — prompting her to detach her mouth, instead choosing to rest her cheek above your waistband, pressing breathless kisses to the skin she could reach.

“Ohmy—gosh.” You whisper in the shape of a whine and she looks up at you again, a sheen of wetness around her chin and mouth from her own saliva and what had snuck through the fabric. Her thumb strokes your waist soothingly, a chuckle slipping past her lips.

“That was cute.” Was all she said and you felt the heat burn your cheeks once more. Whilst you were distracted, breathless love stuck smile hidden by your clammy palms she took the opportunity to peel your panties to the side, looking at what she’d created. She let out a warm sigh that brushed over your glistening mound, entranced by pretty much the most perfect pussy she’d ever laid eyes on. Your folds were sparkling in your own juices and she could see the way it trailed beneath you having dripped down from your leaking hole. A string of arousal still remained attached to the underwear she’d pulled aside, and she wanted to explode. She placed two thumbs either side of the lips, pulling you apart a little more and you ripped your hands away from your face to watch — a feverish whimper leaving you from her touch. “So fucking pretty. ‘My god.” She sighs, pink tongue licking a stripe of you bottom to top, savouring in your taste— now unfiltered and louder on her tongue with nothing between the two of you. You let out a sob, still a little sensitive and your knees come up beside your chest, hand trembling on her head. She sucks on your clit, directly this time and it gets too much, your thighs attempting to crush her head like a watermelon. She removes her thumbs from beside your cunt to slam her hands quickly into the back of your thighs, pushing herself deeper into you as she shoves your thighs up, keeping you open. She hums against you threateningly and you cry, burbling out her name and a load of nonsense.

“ElsEllie—Ell—ie— s’too much I’m— already—” you try but it barely makes it’s way past your lips. She pulls away with an obscene pop, choosing to pepper kisses to your pubic mound instead and looking up at you warningly.

“Just take it pretty girl, gotta be brave about it yeah?” Tough love, because she’s desperate to taste you just a little longer. You’re about to protest, something along the lines of ‘give me a breather’ or ‘wait a minute or i’m gonna cum again too fast’ when you feel the coarse pads of her fingers slide up beneath her mouth, applying just enough pressure to the skin around your clenching hole to silence you.

She just rubs, massages the area, attacking your clit with her tongue once more. The movements are more precise, more pointed — the tip of the muscle circling around your button dizzyingly before you feel her middle finger dip into your hole ever so slightly. “Let me have you baby, let me in.” She whispers on you and you’re nodding, against your will, head thudding back into the pillow and nipples pebbled like you wouldn’t believe. You can have me. You can have me forever if you keep eating it like this.

She sinks her finger in, and you go against your brain and squeeze hard against it— like— if she were wearing a ring you’d be able to pull it off, that’s how hard you squeezed. “Hey.” Was all she whispered, a line appearing in her forehead when she looked at you, the trace of something sterner behind her expression. “Not going anywhere sweetheart, loosen up for me.” She stroked your thigh and you whimpered, doing your best.

“M’sorry” you shivered and she forgave you by kissing your clit again, beginning to drag her finger outwards. Not long after, her other finger joined and you went blind for a moment when they pressed up against something soft and spongy.

“Theeeere she is.” She spoke, more to herself as you hiccuped, hands clutching yourself now, self soothing because holy hell — you’d never felt like this before. Not even by yourself. “Thats it baby, good girl.”

You squeezed again at the praise. Good girl. You’d been waiting for it, anticipating your favourite words from all of your fantasies and it sounded better than you could ever have imagined coming from her Texan drawl. She smiled, like she knew — and tsked at you tensing again. From the fresh tidal wave of arousal dripping out of you from her words, your pussy all but squelched when she started to move her wrist again, grinding against that special spot. “S’talking to me, pretty. You liked that huh? Like bein’ good for me?”

You knew she had it in her— but damn— Ellie really knew what she was doing. You swore if she had dared to call you a good girl in a more casual setting before today, you might have just folded and become the cheater you swore you’d never be.

“Mhm!” Was all you could get out as you found her rhythm, working with her as you rolled you hips down on her fingers. Your chest burned with that sappy feeling — admiring the way she really did know how to look after you and give you exactly what you need. You needed to feel closeness again, and you called her name. “Ellie!”

“Yeah.” She cooed in a deep groan, lazily mouthing at you. She drew back for a moment and you thought she would give you what you wanted, but instead she went above and beyond, spitting on your clit before chasing it up with the flat of her tongue. You gasped, threatening to cut the circulation off in her fingers again.

“Ellie.” You sobbed more urgently, mouth actually downturned now like you couldn’t help from actually crying — hot tears resting in the space below your eye. The tone caught her attention and she looked up.

“Whats up baby? You feelin’ good?” Her voice was high and sympathetic, making you push your bottom lip out — trying to gather her thoughts as she continued to press you, fingers grinding inside your gummy walls.

“Yeah. Need to— need to kiss you.” You sniffle and she’s pouting back at you, instantly pushing her body up without taking her fingers out your cunt. Not that you’d let her, sucking them in desperately.

“Okay baby, alright.” She murmurs, getting herself situated on her elbow and bringing her mouth down to yours. You moan when you kiss her, mainly because she gave into your craving of her, but also because you could taste yourself all over her tongue. “Cantastethatright? Tastesgood” It’s muffled by your own lips as she speaks against them, not letting her pull back enough to speak clearly as your need to kiss her had become insatiable. You have no choice however, when you feel the pit of your stomach crying out in familiarity once more at the intense feeling.

“Ohmygod— gonna cum ‘gain Ellie. Oh Ellie!” She recalls you almost sound frightened, like you just can’t believe that someone could make her cum once, let alone twice.

“Yeah? Gonna give me another one?” She pulled away from you so that she could look at you, hand cupping up to thumb at your cheekbone so that your gaze remained on her as she did. Your eyes grew wild and desperate, wet and weak as you tried to be good for her and keep them open. “Thats it, beautiful. God— m’so fucking lucky. Just needed me to take care of you isn’t that right? That’s it baby, that’s my good girl. Take what you deserve.” You can barely hear her at this point, drowned out by the roaring white noise blasting your ears once more, your own moans a backing track. Her lips were at your temple, dropping encouraging kisses but you weren’t there. You’d floated up past her ceiling tiles, no longer a person. Yeah. That fucking good.

You came back to your body, eventually — you’re not sure when you left and when you returned but you could feel now, your own hand shooting out of its weak trance to grip her wrist and cease her movements. “El” You rasp weakly and she slows.

You seemed like you could fall asleep — and Ellie was happy to let you. You looked adorable and sleepy, so she took you in her arms, pressing kisses to your cheeks. “Did so good for me pretty girl.” She whispers, and it’s so warm and familiar like you’d been with her forever. Like that awful man had never been given the chance to touch you. What was his name again? You pout against her neck, letting her manoeuvre you and baby you. She’d clean you up in a little while, for now focused on holding you and telling you how good you did. She’d made you cum like you deserved, and that was two more times than Louis did. Ellie was… satisfied. “You okay?”

You wrapped your legs around her hips, drawing her closer to your body so that she was half on top of you. She chuckled, pulling back a little to look at you. “Hm? Caught your breath?” There was no cockiness in her voice, all gentleness when she cups your face making your eyes flutter open.

“Ellie.” You murmur, your own fingers grazing her cheeks like you were seeing her for the first time in years.

“Thats right, baby.” She grins, sounding like she was proud of you which made your heart swell. Her sweatpants covered crotch fell against your own slightly and you winced, suckling on your bottom lip and lashes fluttering from the feeling of the material against your engorged clit. “Shit, sorry—” She went to apologise, but your leg locked around her ass, pulling her back into you. You wriggled your hips, humping her like a little bunny rabbit.

Oh… you weren’t done.

“Yeah?” She was still smiling, but a darkness bolted through them, something else there, the sweetness disappearing for something more stern. “Want more?”

You’re lifting your hips now, trying to get some kind of feeling against you as your chest rises and falls — back into the swing of it. You felt deranged, like there was chance you’d be this damn horny forever.

She reaches down to grip your hips and thumps her covered cunt against yours a few times making you hum. She looks pensive, and when she looks back to you she’s decided. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

She’s pulling the harness over her boxers, sweatpants discarded next to your dress, before you’ve even registered her practically leap off the bed. The dildo attached is black, and your mind flashes back to your dream. Not purple then, huh.

She takes the time to look at you from a new angle, on your back, knees cutely pressed together. From where she stands, she can see the purple bruises her mouth had littered around your thighs. As she tightens the harness with one hand, she gently pushes you knee open with the other, getting a good look at your drenched, abused pussy. Your arms squish over your boobs, fists beneath your chin as you watch her in adoration.

Before you know it, she’s hovering over you again— leaning over to share a kiss, as if she’d missed you in the short amount of time she’d been apart from you. You feel the tip graze your slit and jolt slightly, fingers curling into her wifebeater. Pushing herself up to be able to see properly, she grips the cock in her fist before flushing.

“Fuck— uh, I don’t have lube.” She thinks, and thinks hard — this cock was undoubtably bigger than your now exes, and she didn’t want it to hurt. The idea of her splitting you open made her clit warm, but she was set on you feeling nothing short of amazing.

“S’okay.” You pout, high pitched and whiny as you tilt your hips down, trying to hump against the shaft — or the tip — or whatever you could reach.

“Nah s’big, babe. Need it nice n’wet for you.” She huffs. “Look, I can run down to the store. I know they sell it there and—”

She doesn’t even realise you’re pulling her desperately onto the bed, falling onto her back until she’s looking up at you. In any other situation, she’d expect you to suddenly be taking charge — asserting dominance, but no — you looked more fucked out than ever, staring down at her with big puppy dog eyes, whispering ‘Please’ over and over like a prayer.

She cups your cheek, pressing some of your hair against your face from her grasp and is about to clarify on ‘Please what, sweet girl?’ but the words catch in her throat when you crawl down her shakily, licking your swollen lips at the sight of her plastic cock. No way.

“You sure, baby?” The words died on her tongue as you start to mouth at it, pink tongue flattened desperately against the shiny strap. A low moan sounds from the back of your throat as you continue licking it like it had some kind of heavenly flavouring. Now Ellie knew it wasn’t strictly her dick, and maybe it was the way you were pressing the strap down into her crotch — but she couldn’t stop the curses from flying out. It felt… good. You drooled, the pearly, bubbly sheen dripping down the shaft before you took the tip of your mouth, obscene moans and sucking sounds bouncing around the room.

You pulled off with a pop for a second, glancing up at her with your hazy, submissive expression she’d grown fond of fast. “Feel like a slut.” You groan, high pitched and girlish. You had worry in your expression, brows knitted and eyes watery — but it didn’t quite meet your actions as you went back down, taking as much as you could in your throat. Ellie smirked, entertained as she pulled any hair out your face — watching your ministrations.

“You can be a slut for me if you want, it’s okay. Won’t tell anyone.” She cooes. You blink up at her, suckling on her tip. “Yeah. Don’t wanna be a slut for just anyone though do you? You want me to slut you out, like you deserve.” It doesn’t come out like a question in the slightest, her back teeth gritting when she watches your lashes flutter, eyes threatening to roll back. You pull off, dropping demure kisses to the now wet shaft. “You shy now? Come up here.” She’s grinning and you practically leap to straddle her.

You’re not focused on what she’s doing, busy kissing over her cheeks — and you’re suddenly confronted by her shifting you into position, sliding the wet tip through your velvety, leaking cunt. “You want it like this? Like how I taught you?” She tilts her head to look at you and you nod frantically, stopping yourself from lurching forward again and kissing every freckle on her face. Gotta be good for her, gotta be good for her — round and round your head like a broken record.

“Want it Ellie, please.” You whine and she’s shushing you, hot pressure searing within when she pushes in. It’s just like you dreamt, smooth— but small ridges catch inside you making you heave out a high pitched moan into her neck. Her free hand smoothes down your back, comforting you.

“I know.” She croons. “Gonna be a big girl and take it all, yeah?”

It takes you everything not to destroy the progress she’s made inside you and clamp down like a vice, so you fling in the opposite direction, arching your back into her to widen yourself. She feels this, feels you trying to help her push it inside and kisses your forehead. “Such a good fucking girl.”

She wants to give you time to adjust to the size, but as soon as it’s all the way in you rock against her, sliding it in and out. You choke out a pained whine and she tsk’s, holding you still.

“See? Just not cut out for doin’ any of the work are you?”

Something awake deep down within you past the submissive fog wants to be offended. But she’s right. You want whatever Ellie wants, and if she wants you to lay there on top of her and take it— that’s what you want too. She speaks again, and you almost hit a sudden orgasm, her feet flattening on the bed as she slowly bucks up, doing all the fucking for you as you lay limp on top of her. “Thats okay. Just my pretty pillow princess. Yeah, that sounds right doesn’t it.” She pants lowly, but the words echo around your head like she screamed it.

“Feels — so — mmpghm” Its muffled into her shoulder anyway, and her hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading you wider to take her deeper. You mewl.

“Oh that’s the spot, isn’t it babe.” The smugness is back, and you let her speed up, pounding that sore but needy spot inside you. “Fuck, gonna make me cum too with those pretty noises.” Her teeth are grit, and your mind reels. You didn’t know that was possible.

At this point, Ellie was beginning to use you to get off. The way she was tugging you back and fourth on her lap had you sliding the harness right up over her clit, the ridges inside pressing her through her boxers. If she could just hold on a little longer, put her focus back on you…

“Wish you… wish you could—” You choke on your moans, about to hurtle over the edge.

“Could what, hm?” She purses her lips, focused on her movements.

“Could cum inside me. Oh!” It hits you, and maybe it was your own words that did it. But she’s bucking off the bed soon enough, right behind you as her stomach tenses. The idea of her pearly white cum fountaining out your cunt when she’d unplug you making her go into fucking overload. She got sloppy, chasing her high but it was okay — you were crying again, the strap barely moving inside you from your clench but it didn’t stop Ellie from grinding, toes clenching and eyes squeezing shut. Fuck, fuck, shit. She was cumming.

You were pretty sure you blacked out. Because suddenly your eyes were fluttering open, senses returning to you slowly and you were just catching Ellie slipping into the bathroom, laying on your back now having been rolled over. You closed your eyes again sleepily, listening to the clattering of the harness hit the floor and a sighed out ‘Fuck’ from the dealer herself. The tap ran, and you dozed a little before Ellie returned with wipes.

“Mornin’ babe.” She chuckled, voice a little hoarse as you blinked up at her sleepily.

“Come n’cuddle.” Your voice was more hoarse, coming out cracked and squeaky. If you weren’t so sleepy, maybe you’d get shy about it.

“Alright, hold your horses. Need to get you nice and cleaned up first.” She shook her head, smiling at you affectionately as she settled between your thighs. Once she had wiped you up, helped you to the bathroom to pee, and pulled an oversized tshirt of hers over your head — then finally she was snuggling up beside you, pulling the blanket over you both. “There we go.” She stretched, arms above her head for a moment before they wrapped around you. “Ugh, I kinda stink.” She turned her nose up and you giggled into her chest. “Sorry bout that.” She chuckled.

“Don’t think you have to be sorry about anything ever again after that.” Your sweet voice is muffled, and your face warms again thinking about all the vulgar things she just did to you. All the vulgar things you did. You clamped your eyes shut, thinking about the desperate way you sucked her off.

“Good to know. In that case, definitely won’t be the last time I’m pulling that trick out.” She joked and you pulled back to look up at her with lovey-dovey eyes. She panicked, misreading. “Unless you don’t wanna…uh—”

You rolled your eyes. “I do. I want… I want you. Completely.”

Her expression softened, thumb drawing mindless shapes on your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“If you’ll have me, of course. Obviously gotta take care of… you know who, first.” You cringe, thinking it’ll surely ruin the mood.

“Can say his name you know, he’s not Voldemort.”

You giggle, snuggling back into her. “Just don’t wanna. Don’t wanna hear about that man ever again.” You smile, pressing the fat of your cheek into her small bust.

“I’m down for that.”

You let your eyes grow heavier, and when you’re silent for a few minutes — Ellie thinks you’ve fallen asleep. She smiles, in disbelief at the way things have turned out before turning her head to Dina’s textbook on the desk that she was meant to deliver to her at some point. Oops.

When she turns back to you, she almost jumps— your owlish eyes blinking up at her.

“Ellie, would you say a hot dog is a sandwich?”

She gapes down at you. “Hello?“

“Well I was talking about sandwiches earlier so now it’s on my mind!”

“Oh man, now we’re gonna have to argue. Who the hell said hot dogs are sandwiches?”

The two of you laughed, launching into a sleepy, delirium fuelled debate — and the world outside seemed to be held on pause. Maybe the reality of things would settle in tomorrow, but for now — you would just enjoy each others presence like you’d wanted to since the first time you’d met. This time, with no obstacles.

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My version of the wardrobe template! yay!! I had a LOT of fun doing this and feel like I could elaborate a bit more on each of those.

It's already linked up here, but here's once again a > link to the post.< Anyway! More about these designs below!

So first, for WKX's template! - Chapter 2: Grey robes I had already made my design of those for the full TYK lineup I made a while back. I really, really like those, and took inspiration from some of the robes SHL!WKX wears in the show for the shapes. - Chapter 69: dark robes with dark red belt I expected to like that style for him, but not that much! I had seen a tutorial on how asymetrical hanfus were worn by archers in the past and that inspired me, purely on a fashion level of course. I like how intimidating he looks with those and enjoy the touches of blue in the inner layer of the robes. - Chapter 75: dark red robes The GVM robes! which I also designed a while back when researching for the illustrations of the Mt Fengya battle scenes that I wanted to make. I reworked them just a little bit and got rid of some details that I didn't like anymore. I tremendously pleated skirts for WKX so I went at it once again. I also used shifts in hues to make it look like it could have been drenched in blood. - Extra 5: deep red robes For the reminder (since apparently some people are not aware of extra 5's existance), this extra is set 5 years post-canon. I wanted WKX to wear something that looked comfortable for traveling but also practical and fashionable. The teal jacket is of course another nod at SHL since the red and teal combo was an absolute banger. Let's say I didn't want WKX to just sport an all-red look. Furthermore, the teal really works to adorn the red hues. - My personal favourite I actually don't really know whether those are my actual personal favourites, but I've come to LOVE WKX dressed in red and white thanks to @kwehxing's designs. I think it really suits him and on top of that it avoids the question "is this Hua Cheng" LMAO--okay jokes aside, I combined most of the shapes that I really like for WKX (wider shoulders, wide sleeves, and long robes with pleated inner robes) and I find him very elegant like this. Now, for ZZS! - Chapter 1: sapphire blue scholar robes Those had already been designed before as well! They're my go to generic TC!ZZS robes, haha. I was a bit extra with the blue colour here, but oh well. I'm quite obsessed with the silver brocade cynching his waist, haha. - Chapter 2: stolen farmer robes A classic as well as far as I'm concerned--of course, inspired by his hobo fit in SHL because it was quite efficient. I'm forever fond of my scruffy hobo!Xu and his toes poking from his sandals. - Chapter 18: luxurious robes from the Gao family Those were a new design! Which I had a lot of fun coming up with. Putting ZZS in a different colour scheme was also really nice. For those who don't remember, ZZS feels quite ridiculous when he sees himself in a mirror wearing those fancy robes while being so emaciated and still sporting his hobo mask. I wanted to give this "out of place" feeling; and also work on a very "wuxia" style for the robes, since this is jianghu and they were provided by Gao Chong. - Extra 5: black robes I'm incredibly fond of this design. I worked quite a bit on it, since I wasn't sure of where I wanted to go. My main guidelines were: practical and cool. I really like ZZS having a lot of room to move so ideally not too much fabric in the way, and I think he also needs arm braces to be rid of annoying sleeves. Of course, him looking much healthier and having a dynamic ponytail really works to "complete the look", and I find that he looks really cool there haha. - My personal favourite This one has been refined over the months, but it's definitely, overall, my favourite look for him in terms of shapes and construction. I like that the robes are short, I like the more fashionable jacket. I'm especially into the "pants tucked into the boots" silhouette, as well as the little ribbons keeping them tight around the ankles. I'd say that this leg shape + short robes + a bun (or sometimes a ponytail) is THE ZZS design combo for me, haha. It looks practical and fun and adventurous, just how I like it.

To conclude the whole post, I had more fun doing this than I even expected, and needless to say that I'm very excited to see other versions of them following this template. It was a good opportunity to try and project what the characters look like throughout the book, and a fun design exercise as well. I actually don't really like doing character design usually, but for characters I'm obsessed with, it's of course a much nicer experience. Anyway, thank you for reading!

#tian ya ke #wenzhou #meta #character design #wen kexing #zhou zishu #tyk #zzs #wkx

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banamine-bananime · 2 months

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tucker having wash’s (new, sadly washed-out) colours at a point in the trailer is WILD of him. like by now we’ve gone a!church is dead -> try to replace him with e!church as in both a rebound and encouraging identity theft -> epsilon is gone -> try to replace him with wash as in both a rebound and encouraging identity theft -> wash is gone -> latching onto both felix and kimball as in “i need someone to fill the sad leader-shaped and jerk-with-a-heart-of-gold-shaped hole in my heart” rebound -> wash is back. yay! let’s not think about what i learned about how intense and obsessive i’m able to get over people i love -> epsilon is back. ASSHOLE -> epsilon is gone. ASSHOLE -> “what about the eroticism of parasitism. this is our body because i live in you” rebound with e!sigma but also some “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and identity theft is the sincerest expression of love” rerebound with the general concept of wash

#rvb #rvb restoration #tucker #alexa send post #yes i know more likely it was for cryptic mimicry purposes but like. No matter what the justification is on paper choosing wash’s colors wa #A Choice #TOXIC BRAINMELD BOY YURI

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pforestsims · 2 years

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Wow, 2K followers. When did that happen.. My dear followers, please accept this aspiration reward replacement as a gift cuz I have nothing else to share right now. 😅

Here’s my attempt to recreate the heart-shaped TS1 Niagara Love Tub for The Sims 2.

💝 TS2 Love Tub Default

& Recolours

♥ Download (SFS)

Please note: it most likely requires University EP ‘cuz I’ve replaced candle flames with empty effect from UNI.

Polycount: 4249 (was 5026), water has morph animation (yay !)

* Some clipping occurs, especially when sims lean back, but that’s also the case with original love tub.

* there are four default files to choose from - with or without floating hearts & flowers FX, and without the oval bits.

Buyable Love Tub mod is available here (SFS)

Hot tub water default available here (SFS)

No custom tub version for now, ‘cuz cloning hot tubs turned out problematic.

More pics and info below the cut:

Please note that all tub colours have a blue-ish center, and it will be more visible with original water. That’s to make the jacuzzi look better when it’s turned on. Otherwise the water looks dull AND you can see too much of the wonky underwater woohoo anims.

Below: lazy preview of the tub sans the headrests above each seat, or whatever you call it. Tub looks a bit plain without these IMO.

And about the water morphs : there are four out of original nine, but it’s enough to make the animation look decent.

Enjoy!

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 cc #ts2 defaults

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nayialovecat · 8 months

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The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 6. Machine

Day 6. Machine Crossover: Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? (and later series) "Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now. Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you? We need some help from you now." I cannot wait for the scene when they take Sammy's mask off :3 I'd watch an episode like that. Btw. in case anyone is wondering, Shaggy checks whether bacon soups are 20 or 50 years after expired, because it depends on whether he decides to heat them before eating or not :D

Am I a fan of Scooby-Doo? Well... yes and no. As a little kid, I loved the show, I even had VHS tapes of the episodes... But then my lil brother got hooked on it and watched it so obsessively that I hated the whole show (especially since his favourite was that damn Scrapy-Doo, so he was tormenting me episodes with him, and Scooby-Doom, the other son of the b*ch, which I hate). However, I still enjoyed the full-length movies, and to this day I still enjoy watching some of them (for example: "Scooby-Doo! and the Reluctant Werewolf" or "Scooby-Doo! in Where's My Mummy?..." by the way, the former was made in the year of my birth, so he's older than me, yay!) But then came the era of weird Scooby-Doo series that delighted me again and stole my heart, like "Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!", "Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated" or crazy one "Be Cool, Scooby-Doo!" (I love self-ironical, self-parodying shows). So... yeah, I guess I'm a Scooby Doo fan now. What's more, I will now say something that will probably make some people hate me: I like the "scandalous" show "Velma". Uuuu! Everyone will stop following me now, what a drama.

I have to admit that I had fun - although it was probably one of the most difficult Ink Demonths so far (counting the future ones I've already drawn). Scooby-Doo is damn hard to draw, because he has very caricatured features while having quite a dog's build, and when broken down into simple shapes, he's... just plain ugly to draw. Shaggy was a bit of a challenge, but it was a real pleasure to draw Velma. By the way, these two are my favourite characters - and I ship them in their youth (in their mature life, I prefer Shaggy with that cool alien from one of the movies). I used, of course, the background from BATIM - and choosing the right one and then framing it the best took me a lot of time and frustration too. I originally wanted a setting from the first chapter, but nothing looked right with the characters on it. I finally made it to the second chapter - and I think it turned out really nice. However, I am extremely proud of how cans turned out, the expiration date of which is checked by Shaggy.

If anyone doesn't understand why this entry is for "machine" theme, let me remind you that the Gang drove a cool, colourful van called... that's right! The Mystery Machine! If you didn't know that, you can't consider yourself a Scooby-Doo fan :D

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? (c) Hanna-Barbera Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

#The Ink Demonth #Bendy and the Ink Machine #Sammy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #SATIM #Scooby-Doo Where Are You?#Scooby-Doo #Shaggy Rogers #Velma Dinkley #Fred Jones #Daphne Blake #Mystery Incorporated #The Mystery Machine #Bendy #Ink Bendy #Ink Demon #The Ink Demonth 2023 #crossover

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Hey! I know your requests are closed but you said this is one of the prompts you will be writing so for dad timo could u make a little boy who looks just like him? and maybe his kids having french names, it would be so cute (:

hiiii! thank you for requesting this, i had the best time writing it and hope you like it 💗

crayons

it’s the curls, you decide. or maybe it’s the shape of their smiles. or the way they both sneeze the exact same way. almost always it’s the laughter, the way it fills the room, loud, unabashed belly laughs merging into one beautiful cacophony of happiness.

it’s everything, you decide, everything about luc reminds you of timothée. and you’re sure you’ll never be able to comprehend your luck, your life with him, with them, with all this love.

watching them from the kitchen, you play spot the difference as a teething luc dribbles all over timothée’s fingers on the living room floor: his tiny scrunched nose is an exact replica of timothée’s, smattered with the same dusting of freckles that you kiss nightly. his pudgy hands are just as wild as his father’s, banging together in a sort of applause while he gurgles and shrieks at timmy’s funny faces.

“baby?” you call from the doorway, stifling a giggle when both heads whip around simultaneously. your boys. you smile at them. “can you reach that pan for me?”

timothée’s up in a flash, pecking your cheek as he passes you, kind of like a habit. you smile, admiring the stretch of his arm as he retrieves the pan from the highest shelf.

“thank you, darling,” you smile against his lips when he kisses you again, he can’t help himself, and you use the pan to push him gently back towards your very unsupervised twelve-month-old.

“hey, monkey!” timothée laughs, hurriedly sitting back down on the living room floor and prying a red crayon from his son’s mouth. “that’s not food.”

he only looked away for a second, but your son is exactly where the baby books say he should be: pulling himself up, a strong grip, a teething nightmare, and he’s a little menace for it.

everything, everything, ends up in his mouth. hair, soap, the tv remote, one time your engagement ring – a terrifying day for all involved. and you’ve tried everything: teething toys, chilled fruit, cold washcloths, all to no avail.

now, your twelve-month-old son peers up at his father, craning his neck so high he almost topples over before timothée steadies him.

“nomnomnom,” he babbles, one pudgy hand fumbling for another crayon.

“nuh uh,” timmy sings, laying down on his stomach and holding the crayon in front of luc’s face for a beat.

he’s mesmerised by the colour, the shape, and timmy loves his curiosity, but he also loves his son not throwing up rainbows.

“drawing, dessin,” timothée says, english then french, pressing the crayon against the paper in between them, “not eating.”

he draws some lips, a smiling mouth, then switches colours, adding eyes, nose, ears, hair, colouring and shading until that delightful shriek —

“mama!” luc cries in recognition, banging his hands together in what timothée interprets as a clap.

“that’s right, it’s mama!” timothée smiles at his son, his mirror image, and then hands him the crayon to draw his own picture.

luc immediately shoves it into his mouth.

“nonono,” timothée rushes out, quickly fishing it out of his mouth. “not eating. drawing. like this—”

delicately, he takes his son’s hand and works it into a fist, slotting a bright yellow crayon into his grip. together, they cross the paper, luc gurgling happily at the lines he’s making, at the crazy scribbles and swirling marks.

“think you can do it by yourself?” he asks, watching his son intently. “luc draw?”

luc nods, his chubby fists reaching for more colours, first a pink, then a blue, adding more and more until it’s the most beautiful mess timothée has ever seen.

“yay!” luc shrieks, cheeks flushed in excitement. it seems he’s realised he is the one making the lines, as he studies each mark intently in the cutest damn concentration face timmy ever did see. it kind of reminds him of your laser sharp focus on the morning crossword; it kind of makes him want to cry. he sees so much of your beauty in him, and every day he can’t believe it. to be given the greatest gift: more of you in the world.

“more paper, buddy?” he asks, watching luc work out where to mark next on his scribbled masterpiece. of course, the next sheet goes directly into his mouth.

“jeez, you’d think we never feed you,” timothée giggles, lying the paper back on the floor with an affectionate kiss to luc’s curls.

this time, luc loves the colour purple, and is suddenly inspired by your hardwood floor.

“no, not on the floor, monkey,” timothée guides, nudging his son’s fist back to his paper.

luc just gurgles, climbing over his father instead, a much more interesting canvas, crayon running over timmy’s sweats.

“hey, cheeky,” he chuckles, rolling onto his back and hoisting his son into the air.

luc shrieks in laughter, kicking his legs out as his grabby hands reach out for timothée.

“dada!” he cackles, tugging on his father’s curls when timmy’s mouth lands on his tummy, pretending to chomp.

“you know how much i love you? how much mama loves you?” timothée asks, placing his son astride his stomach.

luc looks down at him inquisitively; timmy’s almost convinced he understands him sometimes. those eyes, like his, swirl with a thousand thoughts, constantly learning, seeking, growing.

he almost wants time to stand still. just for a little while.

timothée watches his son choose another colour, smiles to himself when he sees luc’s thoughts as they pass over his face: grab, sniff, dada, what does it taste like—

“nononono, luc!” timothée chuckles, removing another gnawed crayon from his son’s mouth.

“drawing, baby,” his father reminds him, setting out more paper when luc clambours off of him.

he could watch him make random scribbles all day. it’s luc’s unbridled joy as he does it, as he squeals happily when colours overlap, or he goes really fast with the crayon.

“dada, look!” he cries suddenly, little head snapping up to meet his father’s eyes, those eyes alight with pride, love, so much love.

“it’s me?” timothée asks, heart tripling in size at the messy squiggles. “you drew me?”

“dada, mama!” luc corrects, flapping his arms happily and adding a green squiggle in the corner. “luc!”

“me, you and mama?” timothée lets out an incredulous laugh, blinking back tears. “buddy, i love it.”

dazed, he had no idea he could love this much. of course, he loves you so much it scares him, but this burning desire to protect, to care for this tiny human you created together, it’s unlike anything he’s ever known.

it’s his very own work of art.

“gah, we love you so much,” timothée shouts, grabbing his son and peppering his scrumptious cheeks with loud kisses. luc shrieks in delight, a proper belly laugh overtaking him that makes timmy double down his efforts, tickling his son’s little feet.

the most beautiful sound, timothée chases it, springing into a cross-legged position and cradling him in his lap just to munch on those deliciously chubby legs.

luc’s giggles amplify as he kicks his feet, tiny hands tugging at timmy’s tshirt, his laughter bouncing, infectious, hilarious.

it’s the most beautiful sound, the most beautiful sight from where you stand against the doorway.

the pair of them together, a joyous mess of curls and squiggles, your very own work of art.

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee imagine #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet fic #timothee x y/n #timothee x you

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ogzieoggleton · 2 months

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Um ummmmm

what are your Headcanons of garmadon :3

OMG YAY AN ASK! :D

Alrighty! I have been waiting for this moment :D

Let's start with my very specific physical headcanins, 'cause yes, I have those!

S1-2: slightly undernourished feom the underworld but fairly strong beneath it all. (He can lift the megaweapon ffs)

S3-4: Very slight dad bod. Sensei G is jot proud but Misako was over the moon to see her hubby properly nourished.

S8-10: big man. Large and bulk yet absolutely underfed so he gradually lost weight until

Comics: tiny tum from his feasts

Crystlised/s15: Tum. Good dad bod. BUT! firm chest as he hold alot of physical strength.

Another fun fact: Garmadon's weight post s15 when he is in oni from (like wings and all) his right pads out his extra arms and height to provide support for his physic and muscle mass for upmost efficiency in battles. Other than that he has a dad bod with the strength of a Greek god. (Maybe a demi god idk.)

Anway! Aside from that, I like to believe:

-He is pansexual and intersex with both biological characteristics of a the male and female sex as per do many oni for shape-shifting ease.

-He is a nightowl and sleeps when he is so fatigued he lasses out in the middle of day (He was an insomniac until crystallised either due to nightmares or the venom.)

-in s8-9, Garmadon slept with his eyes open

-Garmadon had a translucent second eye lid to do this btw

-Garmadon has a tail. A really fluffy tail

-he hates baths. He looks like a wet cat when he has one.

-Garmadon has a forked tounge

-He hates his eyes.

-he hates his form

-he loves the colour green

-he likes to bame things with puns in mind. That or Lloyd. He names things after Lloyd.

-he owns a Lloyd plush

-he cries fire

-his markings can glow in the dark in bowling alleys and cool glowy caves full of blood glowing lillies

-he chews his hands when he's anxious

-his tail cutle around his legs when he's stressed/anxious

-he has bitten his tail multiples times when he is barely awake/just woken up and feels it brush against himself. It always hurts.

And that's just a few! I can't think of anymore at the moment but I'll keep you updated :D

If you have any super specific headcanins you want to hear of, let me know :)

#lord garmadon #garmadon #ninjago #ninjago garmadon

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i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy · 2 years

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MC falls for another demon

this isn’t the best and I’m not happy with these but I’m posting them anyway because I can’t think of anything better, sorry! Angst with a happy ending(?), Barbs and Dia have OC demons

DIAVOLO

He saw you drop your books in the hallway, while many demons walked past you, he went to help you

Then he saw a demon with neon blue hair falling over red eyes that seem to glisten

Damien , part of the envy ring. He’s beautiful and seems genuinely concerned for you

He thinks it’s good you’ve made another friend in the Devildom. Especially considering he didn’t want you here originally, youve made progress. Yay!

He is happy and is planning to ask you out at your weekly tea this Saturday

Then you seem giddy as you visit him for tea and announce you and Damien are going on a date together!

‘Wow, MC. That’s… great’

He smiles through the pain and maintains his usual facade of joy

At least you are happy! Hell support you through it all

Hell be your shoulder to cry on, someone to rant to, he is your ultimate support unit

He will always be there for you

When you break up

He holds you in a warm embrace as you sob ‘you thought he was the one’

Turns out the scumbag was cheating on you, and it broke you

As much as Diavolo wants to say ‘I told you so’ he can’t bring himself to it. He doesn’t want to make you worse

He will make Damien’s life awful. The brothers will know and will show their true demonic colours to him.

By the end of the week, the entirety of RAD is against him.

Diavolo decides it’s not enough, and under charges of ‘damaging worldly relations’ he imprisons him. He is doing it out of jealousy.

Then after a while, when he’s sure you are ready for another relationship, he asks you out

When you say yes, he asks before pressing his lips to yours passionately, holding you tight against him in a silent promise he will never break you in the way Damien did

He loves you, and will never let you forget it!

Barbatos

When Barbatos saw Antonio approach you, he watched fearfully

After all, Antonio was a pretty face, hiding a sharp, cruel tongue

His hair was a deep jet black, with hair that glistens a sky blue

He makes you laugh and holds out a flower to you.

He confessed first.

He advances further and hears you say ‘Of course! I cannot believe someone like you is interested in me!’

Before he makes a comment on that he thought that.

Then he listens to your joyful voice ramble about the date he took you on. He could listen to you reading an instruction manual and find it riveting

He wishes he could be the one taking you to these enchanting places, but he was too scared to tell you his feelings

One day as you walk together you hear his smooth voice ring out ‘They just eat up the compliments, I never thought the human would be so stupid to believe I love it’

You run off, a choked sob escaping you as Barbatos scowls.

He slaps Antonio flat across the face and the sound is sharp

He scolds him as the others run.

No one has seen Antonio in days, but some swear they can hear him begging for mercy from mercy from the demon king’s dungeons.

When Barbatos finally asks you out, he takes your hand softly and traces shapes on it as you sit together.

Your head lols on his shoulder and looks up in shock as you hear his confession cut through the air. You lean up and capture his lips in a kiss, leaving him flustered

He is so better than Antonio could ever be.

He loves you more than anyone else can. No one can replace him

Simeon

When he saw Lucifer kiss you, he felt his breath hitch.

He felt… sad, angry, disappointed and a whole swirl of emotion

He is Angel, he shouldn’t resent Lucifer for being with the one he holds dear.

As long as you are happy, so is he. Or at least, he tells himself that

But he seemingly glows less, but he won’t let you see the effect

After all, Lucifer is, was, like a brother to him.

And he still sees him as such

He helps you plan romantic gestures

Eventually, you and Lucifer decide you aren’t right for each other

Simeon cheers you up

That’s when you ask him out, leaving him flustered

He says ‘Yes’ a little bit too quickly, making you giggle

A beautiful relationship blossoms between you

Lucifer supports it too. In fact he is pulling a Simeon and helping you in this relationship, as they both know more about each other than you.

Simeon makes you feel special and beautiful and amazing and ways you’ve never felt before

Solomon

When it came out you were dating Lucifer he was even more disappointed than he would be with the other brothers, they would be easier to break

He is enraged, if he had Lucifer’s pact, he would sink as low as to command him to break your heart

But he can’t.

He sits in silence, noticeably colder to the others, and more forward with you

More time spent with you and flirtatious remarks,more lingering touches

You don’t mind, after all you are close friends

He loves you so much, that after a month or so, he avidly supports your relationship, while wishing it was him

When you break up, he doesn’t ask why, all he knows is you are crying and need him

He asks if you need him to curse Lucifer, making you giggle and say it was not a bad reason you broke up

Then, as he comforts you he thinks of how you can rely on him. He even managed to teach himself to cook for you

When he comes over a few months later, you confess to him, and make it clear you expect rejection and he is CONFUSED

He hasn’t made his feelings obvious????

Him freezing makes you smile sadly and begin to walk away, ‘Wait! Uhh… I really love you too!’

You run into his arms and let the scene of his cologne fill your nose and smile into his chest.

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ray-of-midnight-storm · 9 months

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Prolly should say something…..

Hi name’s Ray (that’s a nickname I gave myself)

I’m an INFP, I love poetry, art and music plus dancin my cultures traditional dances!

I finished art and dance school and I have the gifted kid burnout syndrome (yay 😭)

Perfectionist since birth, lonely since kindergarten, the weird and sensitive kid who cried way too much in elementary (still do)

(NOT LONLEY ANYMORE WOOOOOO I HAVE A BEST FRIEND AND A FRIEND WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)

(@rosees3ray cause man you’re my nr. 1 bro for life)

Prolly touched starved not sure tho, I like painting! My favourite band is Arctic monkeys. And queen, the Beatles, ABBA shaped my childhood (along Lithuanian artists and singing tales)

Orange 🍊 juice 🤝 apple 🍎 juice

I am a daughter of Apollo

PJO AND HOO ARE MY LIFE AHHHHHHHHH

I like Greek mythology! If you couldn’t tell heh ^^

Cat person 🐈🐈🐈🐈

Capitalism can kiss my ass 🤠🔪

A poet/philosopher who has an existential crisis at least 7 times a week (I’m on meds dw my overthinking goin brrr)

A proud Lithuanian 🇱🇹🇱🇹🇱🇹🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

I had a butterfly phase during covid and now I remember some weird facts about butterflies 🦋

ALSO had and origami phase during covid so now I remember how to fold a Crain like it’s nothing

(heh I’m so swag and amazing and swag😎)

I had panic attacks for almost 2 years. THEY GONE NOW MOTHERFUCKERSSS (If anyone need help or advice with that or anything in general I’m all ears!!!!)

I do believe that every person has a colour (no I will not elaborate 🤠🔪)

A hufflepuff (I’m not really into Harry Potter but I just like knowing I’m a hufflepuff)

My favorite shoes are converse! <3

A marvel girl :] (dc fans fuck off!/jk)

My first comfort character was puss in boots

Hope you got to know me a little ☺️ I love tumblr and you guys so much I feel like at home on this site <3

#Ray-Ray is explaining 😌🤚

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wordsbymae · 1 year

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Oh what about Farmer with a horse girl? Does he have horses. My dream is to basically be a hometeader so I keep wondering what his farm has.

Oh yeah, he has horses!! Ok, so this is how I view his farm. He has the homestead of cause, which is this pale yellow colour (for some reason? it's not even a colour I like, but it's what I imagined it as when I wrote the first one). It's two stories with a wrap-around porch and has big white shutters with those pretty shaped cut-outs.

Then the infamous barn is the stereotypical red and white barn. But it's seen better days. The red is more of a dull/brownish red and the white has chipped away and now it's more wood than paint.

I see him having a few fields of wheat/barley. This is more of a way to feed his animals rather than a profit. But if he has enough left over he will sell.

His main profit is his bulls. I don't see him being able to sell cattle for meat or anything too intensive. It's mostly just him and he only gets seasonal workers to help with the harvest or just when he needs them. So instead he runs a bull stud. Breeding the best bulls in the state. It's a small operation but he charges a hefty price for quality so it works. He has about 2 bulls he keeps for 4-5 years before replacing them, and about 30-50 cows/heifers depending on the season.

Then he has his pigs, thats how his father made his money breeding boars, but pigs are noisy as all hell, so the farmer has it more as a side project rather than the main source of income. He has a pair he keeps and he then sells the litter.

Then he has his chickens, a good 20 of them. One big red rooster and all the rest hens. He sells the eggs he doesn't want either as produce or as incubator eggs. He has this huge chicken coop he built himself.

Then he has one or two dairy cows. He breeds them with his bulls and shares the milk with the calf. Or sells the calf depending on if it's a bull calf. Doesn't sell the milk, but uses it for himself (after pasteurisation of course). He'll most likely sell the heifer calf later on.

Then there are the horses. He doesn't have many. Maybe one or two and they're used as transport mainly through his fields or to round up the cattle. They aren't anything special either just quarter horses, but they get the job done. I can see the horse girl reader just falling in love with them and getting mad when they find out he calls them Horse, and Also Horse. Reader will braid their hair and beg farmer to let them go for rides. He agrees as long as he's with them.

Then he's got a cat that just roams around. He doesn't even own it really. It just showed up and never left.

Then there are his working dogs. If I hadn't implied he was from the Us south/Texas, I would have given him kelpies. They are the best working dogs! At least in my biased australian opinion. I was thinking of giving him cattle dogs (blue/red heelers), cause they are recognised in the States but cause his cattle are breeding stock he won't want the dogs to be overly aggressive and bite their heels (they can be trained out of them but easier to get another breed).

Ok, I did some googling and cause I have three kelpies myself, I'm giving him some. I don't care if the us doesn't recognise the breed (rude) but it's not unheard of for them to be used in the States. So yay! Anyway, he only has two cause he has such a small herd. They aren't inside dogs cause they are primarily working dogs so they get this nice kennel outside. And cause I love country music and by extension, he does too, they are called Pancho and Lefty.

He also has a veggie garden and grows most of his own food. If you are a vego/vegan DO NOT go into the small shed out the back. That chicken he took in there does not come back out alive.

Anyway! Hope you liked it. I got a bit over the top

tag list: @floraroselaughter @psyche-entwined-in-love

#star :)#farmer oc #farmer yandere

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ruershrimo · 7 months

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like it’s the old love. | part 1.2 | "hot chocolate, and when you know you know"

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features albedo, alice (in this chapter) and klee (in this chapter). also the lnhs student groupchat but you’ll see them quite often, anyway.

warnings: I’m sorry but this is probably the most ooc I’ve ever written any of the characters here (what am I saying, everything I write is ooc). please tread with caution ;v;. once again, we’ve got fem!reader and a few ships like ganqing and xingyun :). please lmk if you want me to add anything here!

notes: and we’re back in business!! done with exams now woo 💗 (let’s hope I can get back to tiatt soon… the first parts of litol are already longer than the entirety of tiatt)

summary: hugs and hot chocolate; the lnhs student groupchat! in the midst of that, you realise something, too.

That night, Alice orders some takeout from Good Hunter. It has all of your favourites from Mondstadt cuisine. Klee excitedly gobbles all her food, while Albedo enjoys a Sunshine Sprat (and feeds Klee some of it as well).

Alice’s hand lies on your shoulder. “Did you like the food?”

“I do! Thanks, Auntie.”

“No problem.” And then she brings her hand up to gently rub your shoulder. “You know, I love you as if you were my own daughter. I know that I probably will never match up to your real parents, but over the years I’ve really loved taking care of you every holiday you got. I really loved watching you grow,” she smiles, and in that moment she’s more of a mother than your real one has ever been, because she may not have bore witness to your first steps or first words, but she was there when each part of you took shape. She was there to see how each part of you was made, and is seeing you become your own person. You were under her care when you first visited that beach in the winter, you were under her roof when you read your first novels, and in a year you’ll be under her guidance when you’ll have to bid your childhood here farewell. “I’m happy that if you leave, you’ll get to be your own person, your own adult, but… well. You’ll be an adult, so you can do whatever you want, but if you’ve got anything you want settled, don’t hesitate to call Auntie Alice up,” she continues, and then jokes, “There’s nothing that a bit of my ‘magic’ can’t fix!”

It’s so pleasantly warm, like some tea in your favourite mug (the plain-coloured one at their house).

“Thank you, Auntie Alice,” you dive in for a hug, which is reciprocated with glee.

Klee seems to have finished her food by now, because she cheers, “I wanna join too!”, and rushes to get in, Albedo in tow behind her.

You think you’d like the world a bit more if it were always like this— the light rubbing of wool against wool, the warm breaths fanning on each others’ skin, the snugness of everyone’s arms. At home the times when this would happen were few and far between, if they had ever occurred in the first place (you’re not sure if you could recall one time when it did).

“You kids are great, really,” Alice whispers. “Don’t let people tell you otherwise. Where can you ever find people who hug so well?”

“I’ll make some hot chocolate later,” Albedo promises. His hand reaches yours, and he holds it, just a bit tighter than anyone ever has to you. He runs his lower thumbs across your knuckles, and on his ever-stolid face you catch his smile as his gaze turns to meet yours. For a moment you could have felt your face get a bit warmer, but it’s just as comforting as everyone’s shared hug. You like it. “With everyone’s favourite mugs, of course.”

Klee grins, accidentally pulling herself away from the hug to strike a little happy pose of hers. “Really? Yay, big brother Albedo is the best!”

—

The fireplace crackles slightly stronger with each passing second. He drops the chocolate bar into the pot, letting it melt into the milk, and you watch him as you sit on the sofa with Klee, waiting for the hot chocolate as promised. Alice had gone to bed early, assuring that she would “wake up as early as she slept”, and said no to a cup of Albedo’s hot chocolate (“Then there’ll be more for the rest of you!”, she told Albedo.)

Suddenly, Klee lets out a big yawn, and she wraps her tiny arms around you.

“Are you tired, Klee? Do you want to rest for a while first?”

Klee sits back up. “But we have to drink the hot chocolate!”

You offer, “Then why don’t I wake you up once Albedo’s done?”

“No, I’m okay…” and then she drifts off to sleep.

Careful as to not wake her, you help her undo her ribbons and comb through her hair, before lifting her up in your arms.

Albedo starts to pour the chocolate out into everyone’s mugs. “She fell asleep,” you whisper, and he chuckles.

“I’m done now, though,” he says after pecking Klee on the forehead. Then, he sweeps the hair off her forehead, his thumb circling over the spot where her hair and face meet.

“Klee?” he calls soothingly, bending down as his hands reach his knees. “Klee, I’m done making the hot chocolate.”

“Should I shake her?” you ask, voice low and cautious.

He rests his palm on the back of her head, before pulling it back. “Gently.”

So you rock the adorable little girl as gently and sweetly as you can, and she stirs until she wakes up, gasping. “The hot chocolate!”

(“The hot chocolate that Albedo makes is always tasty!” she smiles after clearing through her share of the drink.

“Why, of course!” you agree. You look up, and mug in hand and eyes peering toward you, Albedo smiles. His mouth is still on the rim of it, yet you can see it in his eyes.

Maybe you should get some time later to think about the “fake dating” thing alone.)

—

After the three of you had finished the hot chocolate, and Albedo had gotten Klee to bed (“If you go brush your teeth and go to sleep now, I’ll be able to make more tomorrow, Klee.”), the two of you sit on the sofa together, watching the fireplace with nothing but a comfortable silence.

And it’s warm. As it’s always been.

Klee has always been a happy, energetic and lively child, ever since she was born. In the summer she was born, you remember waiting with a rather excited Albedo (you remember how he still retained his usual expression at that time: big, bug-like eyes and a constant lack of a smile or frown or any sort of emotion, yet shook his leg as if he wished to make it fall off— as a Liyuean, you told him to stop, of course, though he never could) in a waiting room, while Alice pushed through hours of labour before finally delivering her daughter. When the two of you had been called in, Alice beamed through the fatigue of her first delivery and held up her beautiful Klee to you. She’d been crying, and her face was as wrinkled as a raisin, but she smiled once she looped her tiny hand around Albedo’s index finger— and then yours, too.

“Klee’s such a good kid,” you start. “She’s growing up so quickly.”

“She is,” he sighs. “Whenever Klee grows at least a little bit more, I understand how Alice feels when she says she doesn’t wish for me to go, whether mentally or physically.”

You place a hand on his. “It’s hard to let people go.” You squeeze it. “But you have to do so, sometimes. We’ll have to let each other go, too.”

It will be hard. The hardest thing you would have ever done in your life.

“I’m not willing to let you go,” he promises. “Whether I’m your fake significant other, or not. I’ll always be here.”

For a moment he slides his hand away from yours, and you fear that you could be sweating in the winter. Then his fingers meet yours. And you almost laugh incredulously at yourself because what is he going to do after promising to be by your side forever, leave you?

You smile at him like you’ve done for years, you smile into those rich-hued eyes, as pretty as any of the places he’s painted.

Then suddenly he pulls—

Eyes widening you shriek, probably waking both Klee and Alice up. His other arm guides you to balance from the back of your waist. “What was that for, though?” You try your best to keep your volume low.

“It’s the first snow,” he notifies you, hand still with yours as he leads you to the window. “We’ll have a white Christmas this year.”

Like rain a velvet blanket of snow has gathered outside on Alice’s porch, fragile and fleeting and falling like shaved ice, as if the weather wasn’t completely snow-free just a few hours ago. You feel like you’re in a snow globe, hidden and unnoticed amidst the largeness of the world. The snowflakes and snowdrops remind you of a music box’s twinkles. Pure magic in the air for only the two of you to witness. When you look back at him it’s all reflected in his eyes, and then your vision pans back down to your feet. All is quiet and you don’t ask for his phone. You don’t rush to take a picture.

“Let’s discuss the terms for this tomorrow,” you suggest. He hums in agreement.

You feel a brief chill on your finger, pulling your fifth finger from your fourth, before looking down.

“I’ll intertwine them like this,” he says, raising them up. “Would that be alright?”

“Yeah.”

—

You wake up on the sofa, the blaring light of day and its pressing force against your eyes causing you to wince as you turn your head back to the window. Instinctively you shield your vision with your arm, squinting.

When you notice the arm around your shoulder, you turn with a jolt to your left. For the first time in 10 years you see him sleeping, before he wakes up to see you first: his chest rises and falls ever so slowly, as his other arm rests on top of his stomach.

Even now he looks perfect, and as much envy as you may have towards him for that, you can’t deny that at any moment he seems to have originated from some grand painting, brushed onto paper on a canvas with the finest, most exquisite paints. But the person in front of you now is real. If you touch his face, your fingers will be greeted with soft skin that gets colder the longer your fingers remain. If you look at his hair, you see strands of silk that rival those of Rumpelstiltskin’s work. If you listen to his voice (or get as close to him as you can while caught by his sleeping arm and the restrictions of movement arising from one’s sitting on a sofa), you can be lulled back to sleep by his peaceful, light snores, as his chest falls, and rises, and rises, and falls.

Careful as to not move at all, you reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. 08:41, it said. And you snap a quick picture— there was nothing behind it, really. You only wanted to take a photo of him, and was it not already part of your agreement with him? Couples did this too, no?

Soon, you hear something, akin to the purring of a cat.

“Morning,” you whisper through the hoarseness of your morning voice. In your hand you show him the picture. “It’s you.”

“Good morning,” he whispers back. He rubs his eyes before squinting them slightly, probably just to verify whether what you had shown him really was whatever it had been.

“Can I post this?” you ask. “On Twitter, I mean. Do you even have a Twitter account?”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t. But you can post that picture there, I don’t mind. If we want to make this convincing enough, I think that doing this should be part of their terms. The people we know will start suspecting instead of having to be told of this ‘relationship’ by us,” he says, voice getting raspier.

“...do you want some water?”

“Oh, alright. Yes, please.”

Once you’ve got a glass for the two of you, you pass it to him, which he thanks you for with a “Thank you, love” in that soft voice of his.

“…you’re alright with that, right?”

Despite the cold of the winter, heat rushed toward every part of your body, your heart pumping rapidly as it dashed from your face to your arms. For a moment you pause as if your mind is frozen, dead, at a standstill, in a stalemate with whatever war it had been waging against the more prominent thoughts in your life.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth.”

You scurry away.

You thought that would be the end of it. After brushing your teeth you would remain flustered for a while, and then you would apologise to Albedo— maybe, if it got too bad, you would just break the thing off with him and go as you’d done before. Maybe you’d just forget, because romantic butterflies were too difficult to bear— both too far from what you were used to and also too hard for you to let go (maybe).

Until your phone starts to ping again: it couldn’t have been Albedo, would it? Then you would have to rush back and apologise. Maybe it was your mother, or your father, or Zhongli—

Dear God.

It’s nice to have friends, at least. Or to talk to them again.

The door sounds, the din of knocks against it like a Monday alarm. “[name]?” he calls. “May I come in, [name]?”

Your feet stumble across the carpet before you hastily open the door with what modicum of gracefulness you could muster. “Yeah?” And his mouth opens, but before you hear what he has to say you keep repeating the same words along the lines of, “I’m sorry for running away just now,” and “I just didn’t know how to respond,” as your eyes break contact with his own. “It was so embarrassing.”

“I didn’t expect you to get so flustered,” he chuckles, and there’s something princely in it, boyish yet elegant.

There’s something really attractive in it, too.

“I really was okay with it, alright…” you pause, “Just embarrassed.”

—

“Could you do it again?”

The two of you are sitting on the edge of your bed (technically, it was the guest room bed, but after years and years of annual visits it became normal that you would spend your holidays with them, and that soon enough that room was reserved for you and you alone, the only guest they’d always have). It’s freezing cold outside yet the inside of the room feels as cosy as a warm drink. You suppose it’s how you’ve been feeling for the past few days, anyway.

“What?”

“Call me that again? Please?”

“Why?” he chuckles. Because it sounds nice in your voice.

“Just because.” You lean back towards the bed, hands pressed onto the mattress. It would be embarrassing to say it aloud, no matter how romantic it would seem in a novel, or maybe an old film. “I thought you would indulge me…”

He strokes the back of his fingers against your cheek and nose, his touch delicate and gentle, even if you’re not sure if this is normal. In books and movies and such, characters would go on and on with their charades, even with an arrangement like yours. There would be the ever-present sensation of “will they or won’t they”, keeping you on tenterhooks the entire time, your fingers flipping through every page; your eyes unmoving through every scene. Those were usually the more popular, conventional stories, after all: ones where the leads pranced around each other for a while, or had bouts of self-discovery with each other before discovering that the other was the one.

It sounded nice to you back then and still does now. It sounded like something you couldn’t have.

That’s how you ended up here in the first place. That’s why you had to ask your best friend— your only close friend?— to act as a lead for you. Just for your own enjoyment, your own passions for living before you would resign yourself to a perpetual cycle of tedious, monotonous dullness, forever hunched over a computer on an office desk, not even conscious of the sterile sky. Then you’d die, cold and forgotten like an old toy.

Are you exploiting him, taking advantage of his kindness by doing this? Sometimes you feel as if he had always been indulging you, wasting his time to keep you smiling and to take care of you when he had so many other things to attend to. If that were the case, then how much time had he been wasting each holiday for you? How much of his time had you unknowingly stolen? After all, he was so much better than you in every way. Talented, smart, beautiful— the pinnacle of perfection. And you’re sure he has so many other friends, too: sometimes when you leave the house you meet people with names like Jean and Lisa and Kaeya who wave at him without a second thought as he waves back and lets a fond wisp of a smile slip past his lips.

(Sometimes you wish you could go back to when you were the only one who could cause this, when you were the only one who could see. Then you admonish yourself for even thinking that in the first place, because how could you not wish for his happiness?)

How could you still be there for him, to say that you could take care of him when he had done much better for himself? God, did he even need you anymore—

“I’ll always indulge you, love.”

It’s just a nickname, dear god.

“Why did you do that?”

“What?” he asks, again, this time cocking his head to the side a little.

“You touched my face before you called me love and I think you’re taking this very seriously and I honestly just meant it as something that could be more casual because I didn’t want to set you down, and, like. Ah,” you ramble, stopping tersely.

There’s something slightly hesitant about what he does next, though you’ve done it so many times before: he lifts his hand from the sheets before raising them for a while. For the next moment it wanders aimlessly, before finally landing on your hand, like a biker reaching their destination in the depths of the night. “I think…” he starts, “...that sometimes you think I indulge you too much, that I’m being nice and trying to entertain you. In reality, however, everything I’m doing here is genuine. I can promise you that, at least.”

“Same to you,” you manage to push out, “I guess.”

Then it’s that smile again, his smile. You should have brought your phone up. Should have taken a photo. Though, it would have ruined the moment, would it not? “Thank you, [name].”

“Those terms I mentioned, by the way. Let’s… let’s just forget them and figure them out, step by step. But I like this. I don’t think I regret our arrangement, now.”

You pull him closer to you, both hands pulling on the fabric of his clothes. You could get through this. Even if he was leagues above you, and deserved so much better. For now, you could get through this. And you could enjoy it, too. The dream you had always wanted, that coming-of-age-romance adventure, like something you would have read or watched.

He comes closer and it makes sense. Why you didn’t want to resist the idea of this in the first place, why you wanted to hear him treat you like you were precious again, why even if he had denied this from the very start you would have still spent every holiday you could have with him if you could stay this age forever. And while you understand why some people don’t want to grow up— you don’t want to be yourself, after all— you can’t understand those who don’t want to fall in love, because, oh.

Oh— that’s all you think, all you can say in your head when you’ve finally got it, and it’s in no way some kind of epiphany to you: it doesn’t feel like cracking a befuddling code, nor does it feel like the solution to an unsolvable equation hitting you or reaching the climax of a story. It’s a quiet realisation, one that brushes past you comfortably like a beach breeze, or gentle chills at the start of winter, almost comfortably. The result of a long— too long— unspoken truth. It reminds you of a cup of hot chocolate after a walk on the beach at the start of winter, or a warm nap in the car as someone watches over you and the cold from their jacket decorates your skin in delicate kisses.

You’re in love with Albedo, your best friend.

You probably have been for a while.

You don’t think you’ll ever stop, now.

(In your comfortable position, you’ve wrapped your arms around Albedo’s torso as the two of you just smile at each other. Do you think he’s had those same thoughts, like the ones you had, too?)

okay so a few more notes here if I’ve made things awfully confusing (so sorry)

-when in high school reader used to have a thing for keqing (this was hinted towards in the prologue). however, she never confessed and soon enough ganyu and keqing started dating.

-reader spends every holiday she has with albedo, though (except for the short ones), since their busy parents can’t take care of them. reader’s brother (zhongli) and other relatives can’t take care of them either. so, their parents send them to alice’s where she’ll be cared for and where she has a friend in albedo. over time, this continued even when she learned to take care of herself since she couldn’t find a friend group to spend time with anyway.

-the lnhs students groupchat was created by reader in her second year of high school, but each was part of their own clique so the whole group has never been able to go out and spend time together during school holidays for several reasons.

taglist: @sn1perz , @n3r0-1417, @kika-a, @chalksdreams

(please send in an ask if you’d like to be in the taglist! <3)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smau #albedo smau #albedo x reader #ruer writes #litol 💿.#albedo #fem!reader #fem reader #genshin impact

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pharawee · 2 years

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Okay so after 4 gifsets it’s time for my review of Big Dragon ep 4. Just for me. As a treat.

And we’re already halfway through this series. How did this happen? I feel like I spent the whole year just waiting and now it’s all going by so fast. I’m lowkey hoping for StarHunter to continue promoting MosBank together, if only so they’ll do more travel vlogs.

Also, if possible (yep, still biased) this show has become even better. I’m mostly just someone who gets pulled in by the mood of a show, but this time I really tried paying attention to the motifs the director and actors have mentioned before - like the colour coding, cinematography and Mangkorn’s and (especially) Yai’s comfort levels.

And it’s really paying off:

Look how subdued Mangkorn’s signature colour is here. He’s literally fading into the background, with his and Hong’s father taking control over his (and Hong’s) life. I’m glad that it’s immediately established that both mum’s are super uncomfortable with this whole situation. They’re not even indulging their husbands. Mangkorn’s mum even makes it clear later that arranged marriages are a thing of the past (and I’m super glad they put that in) and that if Mangkorn were to speak to his dad he’d back off.

But more on that later.

I’ve read the novel but still, I’m glad Mangkorn and Hong get along so well. I mean, they’re essentially in the same boat (negl their dads get along so well, they should just marry each other ugh). Plus, I’m super tired of the “female rival” trope in BL. It’s distracting and unfair to everyone involved.

And, yeah, maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about, but Mangkorn’s colour makes a bit of a return in this scene - even though he’s wearing the same shirt.

Yai’s family crisis, meanwhile, lies in the past and I’m really glad his sister tells him so outright. I mean, it’s immediately clear that the death of his mother is something that’s deeply troubling to Yai and has shaped him as a person - to the point were he refuses to move on. To him the house is empty and I totally get why he doesn’t want to stay for long. His sister, in contrast, finds it peaceful and relaxing out in the garden, even at night (and with about 300 mosquitos around 🥴).

Only then, of course, Yai makes the “female rival” a thing. You do it to yourself, Yai (I mean, with good reason - seeing as they’re both known womanizers). I’m glad that the show subverts this whole trope early on and makes it all about Yai’s insecurities. There’s only 8 episodes, nobody’s got time for that. In the novel it wasn’t as clear because Hong turned up much later when Mangkorn had already explained the whole thing. Yai only had breadcrumbs and suspicions to go on and of course he drew the wrong conclusions.

And because Mangkorn has lost access to his LINE ID (possibly because *someone* decided to destroy his phone) he decides to wait for Yai in front of his faculty building. For hours. That’s some dedication.

And, honestly, pouting back at someone who’s pouting might be the most valid strategy I’ve ever seen. Put that UNO reverse card away or so help me!! 😤

I really, really love Mangkorn’s shirt. And I love how their individual colours get more similar when they’re not fighting/testing their boundaries and just being themselves. It’s like they’re on neutral ground here.

And, holy shit, every second of that scene was so adorable, from their playful banter to their not-so hidden smiles.

Oh, how the turntables. This time it’s Mangkorn’s turn to ask if Yai has been to supervise the pub’s renovations today (he hasn’t because it’s boring without Mangkorn).

Which brings us to my favourite scene of this week.

Just look how soft these two are 🥺

And they’re in neutral colours again, on neutral territory, with Mangkorn dispensing a piece of wisdom that rings rather hollow considering that this “sacrifice” he mentions is impossible to achieve in his own case (unless at this point in the story he actually considers marrying Hong out of filial piety).

We also catch a glimpse of Yai’s family ring. Surprise - there’s a tiger on it.

Kissing Yai (and it was such a sweet kiss - I just wish it hadn’t been in slow motion) doesn’t really bring the closure Mangkorn probably hoped for - if he planned for any of this at all. Because as dominant (with a small d - I’m talking personality traits because I’ve no idea about any of the rest) as he might seem, I feel like he’s just as much out of his depth as Yai is. He’s just much better at keeping his cool (and the upper hand).

This is one of the pics Yai stares at as he masturbates and negl, that’s kind of touching (full pun intended 🤡)

But apart from the fact that he’s still wearing his ring while he goes to town (ouch??) it struck me how lonely and unsatisfying this whole scene felt. He’s in this big bed and occupying only one side of it. It just feels like something’s missing.

Oh ffs, show 😂

Anyway.

Finally. 🫠

No but seriously if at any point in the future you don’t find me stanning Big Thanakorn then please assume I’ve been replaced by an impostor and call the police.

I’m totally with Yai on this one.

Bank has said that when Yai is with Nine he’s in his comfort zone and it really shows. I don’t think Nine is any serious competition, though, even if Mangkorn weren’t in the picture. It’s like Yai is on this fixed trajectory now and that has everything to do with Mangkorn.

Oh well, looks like Big’s character will end up alone again. Why must you hurt me so, StarHunter? 🥲

Aand we’re back to Mangkorn wearing a red shirt (with red back-lighting uh-oh) and... how do you even explain this, Mangkorn? The girl slipped? She wanted to see your tattoo up close? You actually caught a glimpse of Yai talking to Nine and this is your revenge?

“How could you do that?”, indeed.

Feels like they’re both blaming and deflecting here (ah, yes, how could you do this to poor Hong??) and I’m pretty sure we’ll see Mangkorn’s side of the story next week because they wouldn’t just leave it like that...

But Mangkorn’s “Are you mad because you like me?” really felt like a gamechanger because it seems like up until this point Yai didn’t even realise. He doesn’t even look defensive or angry, he’s just shocked and hurt (with a side of confusion).

Also, I love how Yai’s background is all cold blues, and Mangkorn’s side is earthy browns/reds. Something’s about to go down next week ( and it’s exactly what it sounds like 🤡)

Meanwhile, the bodyguards have monkey-pawed their relationship into existence and now I want some Tao Kae Noi 😭

#big dragon #big dragon the series #jane watches stuff #ok so this got really long #but it's ok it's daylight saving time tonight #and i have an extra hour to waste #also was it just me or was there some choppy editing this week?#bd meta

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monstersandmaw · 8 months

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For the ask game: Motion, Favorite, Change, and Stature for Ninja?

Yay! Biker Mimic friend ask :)

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Ninja moves mostly like a normal human being, until they remember that actually some joints maybe don't go that far, or they need to readjust their appearance and maybe do a little shudder/shiver thing. That rattling was definitely the helmet, and not their interlocking, overlapping sharp teeth or anything... Being literal goop that's capable of taking on any form, they're infinitely flexible, but not always the most coordinated and definitely clumsy. If anyone in the group is gonna stumble getting on or off their bike, it's either Ninja, Pumpkin (goofball dullahan) or Pickle (short-ass part-goblin goofball).

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

Technically, Ninja's own body forms the appearance of their gear, so they don't normally actually wear clothing, especially not a helmet (only do this if you're non-human and indestructible...). However, the group did get together to buy them their own suit in case they felt like wearing it for a change to save energy on maintaining their form. It's probably the only item of clothing they own and they cherish it dearly and fear any kind of damage happening to it.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Ninja can make themself look however they like, but adding colours to their skin is difficult, so they're mostly monochrome black or greyscale. They're not very old for a mimic, still adult though, and are still learning about their body and all the shapes and textures it can take on.

Thanks so much for asking! I know @minty-20202 fell in love with Ninja :)

#*Ninja #mimic #supernatural biker group #oc asks

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changelingsandothernonsense · 1 year

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Skyrim OC asks! 2, 16, 24, 37 & 39!

The last question has art so...yay? 2. Do they worship any deities, be it aedra or daedra?

Sydari is mostly apathetic towards the gods. Whilst she is a Nightingale and therefore in the service of Nocturnal it's more akin to a business partnership. She grew up with a hard-line Tribunal stan who would spend hours monologuing his own interpretation of their doctrine and deeds. It turned her off worshipping the gods, but also showed her how fallible they actually are. If one person can bring down the strength of the Tribunal (whose strengths were highly exaggerated by Eno) then what's the point in worshipping any? No, she likes this business-style relationship, she gets a great deal out of it and Nocturnal tends not to be the clingy sort.

16. Did they feel sympathy for any villains they came into contact with? If so, who and why?

She felt some sympathy towards Miraak, he was not so different from her (as far as a mortal with a dragon soul goes, they do not do or enjoy similar activities). She could so easily fall for Hermanus Mora's offer, endless knowledge is hard to say no to. But she's seen what it's done to Miraak, how he barely resembles anything mortal anymore and she wants no part in it.

24. Who would they consider their biggest rival?

She doesn't have any rivals per se, enemies yes, but she doesn't really have any true rivals. If anything, her relationship with Maven Blackbriar might qualify. But she sticks to her business, Sydari sticks to hers and they have their contracts. The guild no longer relies on the Blackbriars for contracts, and she likes to remind Maven of that whenever she oversteps.

37. Did you make this character with a certain love interest in mind?

So I wanted to make a Dunmer character to lead the thieves guild, the three love interests came much later. I had almost ignored Teldryn for years before actually hiring him after getting back into Morrowind. I then lost my mind completely and now we have this ungodly mess.

39. Has their character design changed?

She started with white hair initially, I then fiddled around quite a bit before settling on dark red hair. (like 4 playthroughs) She use to have more of a dark grey ring around the red in her eye as well. I first drew her about a year ago with this design.

And this is the design that stuck. The red was much pinker once I painted it and it just stuck. I have since made her skin a little more blue.

Then I thought "Hey a soul gem on a necklace seems kinda cool". So That became a thing, as did her full *casually do not give 2 shits about tits* outfit. (It's just me being jelly about her not having to wear a bra and I guess I like drawing boobs idk). But she also needs an overcoat if she's going outside. I had decided on giving her the throat scar in a previous work that I want to redo, but the voice loss came about after this work...So did the whole Teldryn thing...

So then I played around and settled on all her jewellery, her face shape, eye colour etc. This is probably my favourite representation of how she looks so far. Every artwork afterwards, as well as her in-game design, are based on this look. (I settled on a face reference basically).

And then I decided that all her rings are purple and blue. Her colour scheme Is red, black and amethyst. She now has a side part because I like that, though her hair changes in length a few times in the story.

And then I painted this and decided we have a goddamn fic now.

#fun asks #Sydari Aralen #ask game

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solottrpgchronicles · 4 months

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4. Dancing Lights - The Lighthouse at the Edge of the Universe

Keeper: 1035

Date: Nebulaever 28, year 9401

Temperature: 2℃

Weather: soft rain

Last night's storm quieted down into a gentle rain. I placed the Sunseveriae outside again, as they seemed to enjoy today's weather.

While standing in the rain, I noticed a faint light in the distance. Squinting, I realized it was actually several rainbow-coloured lights. Unable to discern their nature, I decided it didn't matter. I simply watched them move rhythmically, separating and reuniting, forming circles and other shapes, as if engaged in a dance.

I thought I heard faint music too, but it could have been my imagination.

As soon as I stepped inside, still smiling from the unexpected sighting, I felt a strange warmth and saw myself surrounded by light. The colours shifted, adapting to my emotions.

I tried to communicate with the light, saying, "Hello? Can you understand me?" I waited for a response, unsure.

"Yes! We saw you, and you saw us. You seem lonely. Can we stay?" They spoke directly into my mind, as if they were a part of me. As much as I had loved the dance in the sky earlier, this interaction left me a bit spooked.

The lights shifted rapidly from bright orange to green, mirroring my complicated feelings.

I was both hurt and relieved that they sensed my loneliness, a feeling I rarely acknowledged. I had chosen this life, as far as I could remember—though it felt as if I had always been here, with no real recollection of events before that decision.

This is my world, and I love it. I love my routine, staring into space, marvelling at it. But…

The lights turned electric blue.

"You seem alarmed. We'll go away, we never wanted to hurt you." They said, as if causing such feelings was akin to stabbing me. Maybe they weren't that far off.

"Wait…" I whispered, looking at the light emanating from my hands. "If you can inhabit inanimate objects, rather than living creatures, maybe you could reside within the light in this lighthouse? Then you could go out and dance around whenever you want, for as long as you want to stay. I'll come talk to you every night."

"Yay!" They exclaimed. I felt the warm light leave me, watching it float through the lighthouse and up to the light.

Even though I felt colder, the dancing light was right there. They were going to stay and make everything brighter.

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This is a playthrough of a solo TTRPG called The Lighthouse at the Edge of the Universe, by lostwaysclub.

You can check it out on itch.io: https://lostwaysclub.itch.io/the-lighthouse-at-the-edge-of-the-universe

#solo ttrpg #ttrpg #indie ttrpg #the lighthouse at the edge of the universe #playthrough #journaling #journaling rpg #journal entry #universe #itch.io #solo games #tabletop rpg #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop role playing game #scifi rpg #cosmos #space #lights #loneliness

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