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unlimitedpastabilities · 10 months

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Come Over

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lesbian fluff, slight angst, implied sex

summary: after kissing a girl you really like drunk at a party, you stress thinking she doesn’t like you but she sends you a text that says otherwise ;)

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my eyes open to find myself under my covers, looking at sunlight streaming through the window. i rub my eyes and sit up, wondering why i’m not in comfortable clothes, and then it all hits me… as soon as the hangover does.

and i remember it all. i remember the party, the shots, the laughing, the games, my delayed vision and slurred speech, and then i remember her.

her hand in mine, our fingers locked together. her lips against mine, so fleeting but so right. i remember it all.

ignoring my pounding head, i slowly climb out of bed. i turn on my shower until steaming water begins to fall. hoping it will help clear my head. but i just find myself standing in the shower and thinking about her even more. she flutters in and out of my mind all throughout the day, and every time, i try to shoo her away. it never works. when i climb back into bed, all can think about is what i thought about when i awoke here hours before.

not even sleep can take me away from her, my unconscious mind forces me to relive the words she spoke to me while she pushed my drunk self away, “wait, stop! someone’s coming!”

the next day i can’t tell if i love or hate being her dirty little secret, if you can even call it that. i absolutely reveled in the feeling of having her lips on mine, but i hate that i can’t help wondering if she even liked the kiss at all. i stress over whether the alcohol made me delusional, and whether she really kissed me back, even though i could’ve sworn that she did. i also hope i wasn’t given false confidence to kiss her just because my ex was at the party, and making her jealous probably seemed enticing to me. but she never shied away from my touch, and she didn’t push me away when i kissed her. still, something about her never coming back to me after that moment makes me uneasy. remembering the feeling of my hands around her waist is glorious, but the way she told me that she “wasn’t drunk enough for this” after i kissed her made my heart break.

all the mixed signals she’s been giving me for months seemed to amount to that single moment. all the times she’d lay her head on my shoulder or touch my hand while laughing at something i said. then 5 seconds later obsess over boys as if she hadn’t just toyed with my heart. the thought that i’ve been misreading the signals all along makes me sick.

at around 10 pm on that second night after the party, i’m slowly coming to the conclusion that i’ll never know if i crossed an unforgivable line. suddenly, my phone chimes with the most unexpected text i’ve ever received.

her💗: come over

i do a double take, and make sure i haven’t started hallucinating. is this really happening? it can’t be, surely. i double check the contact information and sure enough, it’s her. my mind begins reeling, thinking of what to respond with. i push away the thought that she could be messing with me, and decide to give her the benefit of the doubt. after a few minutes of thinking, i gather the courage to respond.

me: like right now?

i wish i could’ve had a more colorful response but there was little creativity left in my head after the last two days. i wait for her to respond. the three dots that indicate typing appear and disappear, only to appear again momentarily.

her💗: yeah

me: why? are you throwing another party so soon?

her💗: no

her💗: just come over

her💗: please?

i think about all the reasons she could be texting. what if she’s actually wanting me to come kiss her again? or what if she just needs help with something? maybe she really needs help and it’s an emergency! but what if she kisses me and what if it goes further than that? what if i love it and she hates it and things are never the same between us again? but what if i go and it turns out she never meant to send me those texts in the first place?

but what if she wants to kiss me again? i ask myself once more. the urgent yet casual tone in her messages almost make this seem like the most likely scenario, although a few minutes ago it felt like the opposite

me: okay i’m coming

i brush off the thought that i’m too easily manipulated, and just let myself throw some things into a bag and start my car. my mind is spinning, my body keeps driving while i question whether or not this is okay, but i keep my foot on the gas because kissing this girl is all i’ve dreamed of for months. and the only time it’s happened it was over far too soon.

i pull into her driveway and climb the stairs to find that she’s already waiting with the door open. she grins when she sees me which causes the ghost of a grin to appear on my lips. as soon as i’m within an arms length of the threshold, she grabs my hand.

“hi?” i say, confused at her urgency. she only grins back. i can hear music playing faintly from inside the house, which i’m grateful is keeping us from standing in silence.

pulling me inside, she swiftly shuts the door and grabs my bag from my hand, setting it on the ground. i look around, trying to get a hold on the situation. there’s no fire or other immediate emergency as far as i can tell, and i don’t see a party, or any people at all for that matter.

“is anyone else here?” i ask, still not sure of why she asked me to come over.

she looks and me, still grinning and says, “my mom is, but she’s in the basement and she’ll be there all night.”

her grin is so contagious that it deflates my anxiety a little bit. she grabs my hand again and looks down at our fingers for a second before walking forward, towing me behind.

i’m starting to piece together what she’s doing the more that i’m in the house, and i’m suddenly glad i decided to bring a toothbrush with me.

i’m so caught up in the building tension that my worries melt away and i forget about the last 36 hours i’ve spent worrying over the girl in front of me. i gather the courage to finally ask her,

“so why did you want me to come over?”

she stops and turns around taking a step toward me, unwrapping her hand from mine, and slinging her arms around my neck in one swift motion. our faces are inches apart, and we both wear dopey grins on our faces.

“why don’t you take a guess?” she asks rhetorically.

i’m suddenly having to stop myself from leaning into her.

she paused for a moment before turning back around, grabbing my hand, and leading me to the stairs. i take in her figure as i watch her walking from behind. she’s wearing denim shorts and a tank top that is probably a little too short, perfect for a hot summer night like tonight. she led me up to her room and shut the door behind me. i glanced around the room. there was a speaker softly playing mid tempo music and only the soft glow of some fairy lights whose battery was clearly on the fritz. she gazed at me and took a step forward while my eyes found hers and i did the same.

our bodies met in the space between and our lips crashed together. her hands were around my neck and in my hair and my arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her flush to me. our lips moved at a desperate pace, knowing exactly what to do without taking time to figure it out. her fingers raked through my hair and my fingers pressed into her exposed sides, enjoying the fiery feeling of her skin on mine. one of her hands found my cheek and the other was finding it’s way up and down my arm and back. her hand left traces of electricity on my face, it was amazing and addictive. and those lips…. god. they were so soft and smooth but they moved with so much desire that i was more than willing to reciprocate. she tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and then rested her hand on the side of my neck.

it was absolute heaven, everything i’ve been wanting for months and months. i slowly backed her against her bedroom door and felt her legs go weak for a moment which made me smile against her lips. i reached down with one of my hands around the back of her thigh to her inner thigh and bent her knee, bringing it up to the side of my waist. my body was flushed against hers with my other hand still wrapped around her waist she took her leg out of my hands leaned against the wall so i could pull her legs around my waist, supporting her weight as her back was still pressed against the door. she devoured me with her lips, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck.

i broke away from her lips to look at her briefly, panting and flushed with her eyes closed, and lowered my head to kiss her neck. i left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck and she panted in my ear. i didn’t stop myself from leaving a small mark right below her ear, which elicited a small moan from her throat and a tighter grip on my neck, which was insanely satisfying. i moved back to her lips where she was kissing me impossibly desperately and pulling me impossibly close. her tongue entwined with mine and i lightly sucked on her bottom lip which made her grip on me loosen for only a quick moment. she ground her hips into mine which made me lose my composure but i quickly regained it.

a few seconds later, despite the heaven i was in, i pulled away for a moment, i had to know the answer to a question.

“why didn’t you kiss me again? the other night i mean?”

her face had been disappointed when i pulled away, but took on a knowing look, like she wasn’t surprised i was asking.

“i’m sorry, i wanted to, but i just couldn’t handle the fact that the first time i ever kissed you would be drunk at a party with all of our friends.”

i smiled at that, she was right after all. she leaned her head in ever so slightly more.

she grinned and said, “i really want to remember the first time i ever do this.”

i pulled her away from the wall, still latched onto me, and set her gently on her bed.

“is this okay?” i asked.

“shut up and kiss me,” she breathed.

i was not at all opposed to obliging. i leaned her backward so her head hit the pillow and reconnected our lips, she kissed me with all the fire i could feel under her skin. she ran her hands all along my back and shoulders and after a minute she flipped us so she was on top of me. she straddled my hips and kissed me some more before moving her lips down my jaw, then neck, then collarbone, and lapped at the sensitive flesh, making it unable for me to kelp silent. she pulled away and sat up, pulling me up to a sitting position too. i looked up at her face, inches away, higher than mine due to the fact that she was sitting on me, and rested my hands on the sides of her hips. i couldn’t help but smile.

“why are you so smiley?” she giggled.

i looked her up and down, thumbing over the skin of her sides.

“i’ve just been waiting for this so fucking long.”

she kissed me again.

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ahhhhhhhh this is the first time i’ve written something in like over a year! i think i’m a little rusty, definitely have to work back into it but i think this is pretty cute!

If you liked this you can check out my Masterlist, and feel free to let me know what else i should write and also if you have any feedback! i love to read comments and anons :)

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unlimitedpastabilities · 10 months

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Magic

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lesbian fluff, slight angst, thoughts from a gay woman

summary: that relatable moment when you’re girlfriend is too scared to tell people you’re dating :/

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she had me under her spell, looking like that.

she wasn’t dressed in any particular way, she wasn’t all done up or anything, she was just so beautiful it was enough to entrance me. she stood out more than anyone in the room, in any room she was in.

talking to her was intoxicating, but excruciating at the same time, it was so difficult for me to hold back. hold back my words, hold back my hands, my mouth, my eyes.

we’d been dating for a few months, but only three of our closest friends knew, and every single day it felt like i was weighing the pros and cons of our clandestine relationship: it was fun sneaking around and having a secret, something keeping me occupied; but not being able to kiss her, or hold her, even just her hand, was terrible. i knew that it was a comfort level thing for her, and i had to respect her boundaries, but my boundaries were broken down long ago and sometimes it was difficult to pretend that they were still up.

what was also confusing was the pace at which we were moving together, it was so fast for only three months but at the same time not fast enough, and it felt like i could never get enough of her. she always had a fire in her eyes that dared me to free fall into territory i’d never explored. she brought out an edge of me that no one ever had.

but no one knew. no one could, and it had been getting to me more recently than ever. she was mostly worried about how people would feel if she was dating a girl, and i respected her concern, but sometimes i felt like she didn’t want our relationship to take over her life, which was something i wanted more than anything.

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also found this in my drafts, i’m trying to clean them out a little bit, but i thought this was just too relatable for the lesbian tumblr audience so here you go!

if you liked this at all check out my Masterlist, it has a lot more fluff pieces in it though! feel free to leave feedback or suggestions for what i should write back, i love to read comments and anons :)

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unlimitedpastabilities · 10 months

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so i just posted for the first time in two years, and i’m gonna be posting at least a few more times, and i was trying to figure out why i’m suddenly posting again, but i figured it out. for the last year i have been in a long term relationship where all of my pining was actually satiated by a girlfriend, and we broke up so i’m back in love with one of the girls that i used to write about who’s never going to like me back, and writing is how i cope with that.

slayyyyyyy

#romance #wlw yearning #gay story

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unlimitedpastabilities · 10 months

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Wake Up

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Sapphic Fluff, Probably NSFW, ReaderXCrush, Reader’s POV, pg 13

Summary: a sapphic story based off of a song. I definitely went in a direction that wasn’t intended in the song, but I like it so enjoy

warning for implied sex

IM POSTING AGAIN AFTER LIKE TWO YEARS! this was surprisingly in my drafts but it’s really good so enjoy

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Finally. We were alone. The others would be back soon but for now for the first time I could talk to her. Try to get her to see. I took my chance while I could. I turned to her, months of my unsaid words boiled up inside of me.

“It feels like you’ve been in a coma.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“I’m sorry?”

“You always talk about how no one is out there for you, and how you wish you could find someone.”

She looked slightly confused, but I kept going.

“I’ve been here all this time. I know you’re scared, and I know you’ve been hurt before. But you have to open up your eyes.” I took a deep breath to calm down. I wasn’t trying to come off so harsh, I mean at this point I was almost begging, but honestly that’s how I felt.

“I don’t understa-“ she started.

“I’ve never stopped being someone who could love you well, and I’ve tried to show you the easy way, but that obviously hasn’t worked, I mean, that’s why we’re here now.” I was speaking more softly now.

She began to have a knowing look on her face, that was almost guilty. I didn’t want her to feel guilty so I just took her face one of my hands. She was surprised, but she didn’t move away at all.

I was surprised too, it was my first instinct and I just acted on it. I decided to just go with it, if it wasn’t making her upset.

“Will you please wake up your sleeping heart? I know that sometimes you’re afraid. But no more playing safe,” I said. Our faces had gotten considerably closer, I was thinking about how if I just leaned down a little I could...

“Okay.”

The response caused me to double take. Did she just—

“I’m sick of playing safe,” she explained with a small grin.

And she did it. She leaned up and just kissed me. It was magnificent, and sweet, and light, and over too soon. She pulled away with a smirk, while my jaw was dropped, head spinning. I tried to wait for my head to level before kissing her again, but it never did, and she giggled. At that I smiled and leant down again. She smiled into the kiss and put my face between her hands.

She pressed our bodies together and I wrapped my arms around her waist. She teased my lower lip with her tongue. I leaned forward even more so she had to slightly arch her back and my arms were the only thing keeping her from falling backward.

Suddenly we heard footsteps from down the hall and she pulled away panicked, but grinning. She grabbed onto my hand and starting running. I laughed, jogging behind her.

“Aren’t we supposed to be helping them?” I laughed.

“Not after that kiss!” She called right back.

We found an empty dead end in a hallway and stopped. The lights were off, which gave us hope that no one would come to bother us this time. She looked at me.

“I forgot how much I love living like this,” she breathed, looking slightly dazed.

I walked closer.

“Like what?” I asked.

“On the edge,” she laughed, “spontaneously, worry free, I guess.”

“Yeah,” I said, getting even closer, “I love it too.”

I took her by the waist and pulled her to me again. She smirked against my lips, it made my heart jump. She let her hands wander from my hair to my back, causing me to accidentally tighten my grip on her waist. She gasped, I loosened and mumbled a quick apology.

“No,” she said breathily. She pulled away for one quick second to pull my head further down and bring her mouth close to my ear. “I liked it,” she whispered.

I shuddered, a little surprised but incredibly delighted. I immediately latched my mouth onto her neck, not even worried about leaving a mark. Soon she took hold of my jaw and reconnected our lips. She weakened me with a graze of her teeth on my mouth and took the chance to back me against the wall. I was barely able to suppress the moan that wanted to escape my throat. She pushed our bodies impossibly closer, and ran her fingers up my thigh and hip with a featherlight touch.

At that point I was relying on the brick behind me for support more than my own legs, which could be trusted no longer. She let up on the pressure slightly and lightly traced my jaw before wrapping her arms around my neck. I took the opportunity to switch our positions, turning around so her back was pushed against the wall, she smirked against my mouth once more, which almost made me lose track of what I was doing. I hated how much I loved when she did that.

I quickly regained desire and ran my hand down her side, all the way to her hip. Her breath hitched and this time I was the one to smirk. I reached behind with both of my hands and pulled her legs up around me. She was breathing heavily, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was out of breath or something else...

Her legs were wrapped around me, so finally her head was at my height. I was able to let her breathe and kiss along her jaw to behind her ear. I sucked at the skin behind it which elicited a moan from her, and caused her fingernails to dig slightly into my scalp. I smiled and moved down to her collarbone which made her moan once again and tighten the grip of her legs around my waist.

After a moment she grabbed my cheek and crashed our lips together. She had her other arm wrapped around my neck, pressing her fingers into my skin while shamelessly slipping her tongue into my mouth. I pressed my body impossibly closer to hers smashing her hips in between mine and the wall. She impulsively rolled her hips against mine, causing her to moan significantly louder than before. I captured her lips in mine once more to try and silence her but only succeeded in discovering the wonderful feeling of the vibration of her sound against my lips.

I let her legs down and slowed the movement of my lips. We were almost at the point of no recovery, and I couldn’t forget where we were. She opened her eyes after I pulled away, hair messy and lips red. Her eyes were starstruck, matching her grin. It was adorable.

“Holy shit,” Was all she seemed to be able to say.

“Come on,” I laughed, taking her by the hand. I led her out, took her back to my apartment, and I’m sure you can imagine the rest.

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(If you liked this you can check out my Masterlist, and feel free to leave a suggestion for a song I can write into a story!)

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unlimitedpastabilities · 2 years

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when you kiss her goodbye and she pulls you close with one arm around your waist and dips you backward so your back is arched and your arms just wrap right around her neck and she pushes her lips against yours like you’ll never see each other again….🤤🤤🤤

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unlimitedpastabilities · 2 years

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guys. someone did.

can somebody just like kiss my jaw? and my ears? and my hair??? and tell me i smell nice?????

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unlimitedpastabilities · 2 years

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Cross My Mind: Part 1

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a sapphic love story

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ADELINE

“girl. come on. you can’t be serious,” kayla said.

“why not?” adeline replied defensively.

“jolene?? lafox??? you could do so much better than her,” kayla explained.

“i just don’t think i can.” she said sweetly, gazing across the room at the girl she so admired.

kayla tapped her on the arm to reel her back in.

“adeline. you are so out of each others leagues in the strangest ways. there’s just no way.”

“what do you mean?” kayla asked, finally turning to look at kayla.

“we’ll first of all, she’s rich as hell, and…. that’s pretty much all she’s got on you. but you’re on the varsity cheer team, you’re in all honors classes, you’re in with the right people, and she’s over there with the gay nerds. you’ve had hoes lined up, and suddenly she’s allowed to cut them all?” kayla pointed out.

“we’re literally juniors in high school, what am i really gonna do with a bunch of guys who i’ve never had a real conversation with,” adeline countered. “plus, she’s a nice change of scenery, ya know?”

kayla rolled her eyes.

“whatever you want adeline, just don’t come crying to me when you’ve turned into some idiot who listens to taylor swift.”

“trust me i won’t,” adeline assured.

they turned to face jolene, who was productively working in class work. several seconds passed.

“she’s not even that pretty,” kayla added.

adeline hit her on the shoulder.

“fucking take it back,” adeline scolded.

kayla rolled her eyes again and rubbed her arm.

adeline didn’t care what kayla had to say. kayla wasn’t going to do anything if adeline and jolene ever got together. it was all in good fun, but adeline knew that kayla was worried that they’re reputation was going to be ruined if adeline dated a girl. but adeline just wanted a girlfriend. correction: adeline just wanted a specific person to date her.

she gazed at jolene longingly, who was talking to her friends and laughing occasionally. she thought about the things that kayla had brought up. she did suppose lots would change if they dated, but for whatever reason adeline didn’t care. she wanted to get out of the stupid dance team and football clique, who were fun for all of two weeks.

the bell rang, jolene grabbed her backpack and stood up with everyone, leaving the class, along with kayla. adeline sat, deep in thought, finally standing up once most of the traffic had cleared out.

the next day was different. adeline was less hopelessly romantic and more confident. she was going to ask out jolene, no matter what kayla did to stop her. fourth period came around and adeline and jolene were once again in class together. they sat at the same table, and talked everyday, and adeline couldn’t get her mouth to stop grinning when they did so. jolene was just so adorable and funny and beautiful in such a refreshing way.

today’s class was not special, but adeline knew that it was about to be. before the last bell, she strolled in the direction of kayla, but passed jolene on the way, pausing in front of her. and she just asked one simple question. she knew the weight it carried but what mattered more was that jolene fucking said yes.

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(i hope you enjoyed part one of my new series! part 2 coming soon! find it on my Masterlist, along with my other work, and feel free to leave feedback or suggestions for what i should write next!)

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unlimitedpastabilities · 2 years

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Singing Softly

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a short gay story packed with sapphic fluff <3

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“adeline, you’re always on my mind

maybe we could turn back time

even if it’s just one night

adeline, you’re always on my mind

and i don’t wanna look back now

i don’t wanna come back down,” she sang.

her voice was so beautiful.

i’m such a sucker for girls with good singing voices.

she definitely caught me when i heard her sing for the first time.

anyway, the music was coming from my phone, propped up on her tote bag inside the trunk of my car, so the speakers were pointed toward us for maximum volume.

it was something like two a.m., but i hadn’t checked a clock in forever. the summer air was warm and comforting, with a little bit of humidity. she was wandering around in close proximity to the car, stargazing. her head was tilted up and she was softly singing absentmindedly. she looked so pretty.

“i found it!” she exclaimed.

“found what?” i asked turning my head in her direction.

“orion!” she cheered.

“that’s what you’ve been looking for this whole time?” i chuckled.

“yes! finding constellations is not easy!” she pretended to be offended.

“yes dear, very difficult,” i jokingly agreed.

she laughed and started walking toward the car.

“it’s so hard to be mad at you, but just know that i am,” she laughed.

“of course darling,” i allowed.

i sat up with my legs dangling off the edge of the floor of the trunk.

she reached out her hand and grasped mine as soon as we were an arms length away from each other. i slung an arm around her waist and pulled her close to me.

she had a cute grin adorning her face.

“you’re so fucking cute,” i said.

“thanks, you are too,” she replied.

then i caught her lips in a sweet kiss. she grasped my face with her hands on my cheeks, and my arms were wrapped around her waist.

we pulled apart after a minute or so, she still had the cutest grin. she climbed up so she was straddling my lap. she rested her arms on my shoulders and leant her head down so our noses were almost touching.

“i wish this night would never end and we could stay in this car forever,” she said, entranced.

i kissed her again.

“me too,” i breathed against her lips.

who needs sleep anyway?

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(ahhhhhh i hope you liked this i think it’s so cute! check out my Masterlist for more and feel free to leave feedback or suggestions for what i should write next!)

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unlimitedpastabilities · 2 years

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We Should Probably Kiss

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literally just an adorable story packed with sapphic fluff.

Urban Fiction, Sapphic Romance, Fluff, Reader’s POV, ReaderxCrush, Short Story

(tiny trigger warning for minor drinking)

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people were chattering all around the room, the air was energized and excited, and i was happy, being in this environment.

we had passed around drinks, most of us were a little tipsy, and there was tons of laughing and shouting and dancing and singing.

i love when my friends get together, it’s my favorite thing to do. we had some new friends too, a few here that i’ve only just gotten to know, including her.

she was gorgeous. she was hilarious, and i had a small crush on her a while back, but it never came back. or so i thought.

“you are so hot.” she said to me. she wasn’t flirting, just being funny, but a little bit of me wondered how serious she really was.

i disregarded that last part. i loved these friends, they always made me feel so confident.

“thank you!“ i said.

the conversation moved on and i stopped to look her up and down, realizing how gorgeous she was herself.

an hour had passed, i was pretty drunk but not to the point where i didn’t know what i was doing or what was going on around me. just enough to get a little brave.

everyone screamed with excitement. two of our friends had just kissed because one of them hadn’t had her first yet, and the other volunteered.

“hey i haven’t had my first kiss yet either who’s gonna kiss me?” i joked.

“i will,” the pretty girl joked back. but there was an edge to her voice, and we both knew that she wasn’t joking as much as she intended too.

but then we were distracted and the matter was left alone.

another hour passed and we weren’t any drunker, sitting next to each other on the couch taking part in the conversation. well, sitting next to each other was certainly one way to put it, i was practically laying on her and she was running her fingers through my hair. the feeling made my eyelids flicker and my eyes roll back slightly, her touch was electrifying.

“what about that kiss you guys promised earlier?” said our friend.

“oh yeah,” she said, “we should probably do that.”

i sat up next to her.

“you’re right,” i joked, “for science.”

“yeah.”

“but you have to be the one to do it,” i prefaced.

“okay.”

she put her hands on my face. they were warm.

suddenly her nose was inches from mine.

“ready?” she asked.

“wait what do i do with my hands?” i slurred.

“put them around my waist,” she shrugged.

i did, and i looked at her beautiful brown eyes. she didn’t warn me again. just leant in and pecked me in the lips. it was glorious. i kept leaning forward when she pulled back, clearly wanting more.

“we should probably go again, just to make sure,” she said.

i didn’t care enough to ask what we were making sure of. i just leaned back into her.

“yeah,” i agreed.

it was a sloppy kiss, but our intoxication made the awkwardness go away. it was so wonderful. my heart was beating out of my chest and i was struggling to make one coherent thought. apparently a lot of time had passed because our friends were trying to get our attention.

“get a room!” i heard.

we reluctantly pulled apart and looked at our friends.

they were all giddily grinning at us.

i gave an embarrassed grin and buried my head in her collar.

we did not get a room however, we spent the rest of the night in a large armchair all to ourselves, sharing a blanket and kissing whenever people stopped paying attention.

the room was getting hotter because of all of the people in it and she had taken off her hoodie to reveal her glorified bra of a shirt.

she kept playfully hitting me when she caught me staring for too long, and i never once took my hand off of her until she left the next morning. we just existed in our own world for the night, giggling and kissing and touching and feeling.

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(i know it’s been a while but i hope you enjoyed! here’s my Masterlist for more and feel free to leave feedback!)

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unlimitedpastabilities · 3 years

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i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.

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unlimitedpastabilities · 3 years

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can somebody just like kiss my jaw? and my ears? and my hair??? and tell me i smell nice?????

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unlimitedpastabilities · 3 years

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Mango Chapstick

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Romance, Urban Fiction, ReaderXCrush, Reader’s POV, Fluff, Short Story, Fluff, Fluff Fluff

just a small but very fluffy fic for you today.

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he was in the passenger seat and i was driving. it was late at night, and we were in a quiet part of town. we hadn’t passed another car for five minutes.

i licked my lips. they were chapped, not dry and flaky, just a little dehydrated and very painful. and i know that when i lick my chapped lips it only makes them more dry, but i live for the 1 second where the moisture does relieve a little bit of the pain.

i forgot to put chap stick in the car though so i had to suffer.

unless…

i saw him put some on earlier, maybe he still had it?

we pulled up to a stop sign and i took the opportunity to ask.

“got any chapstick?” i looked over at him.

he picked his head up out of his hand and moved his eyes away from the window to look at me.

“what?” he asked.

“chapstick, do you have any?” i looked into the rear view mirror to make sure i wasn’t holding anybody up.

and when i tell you he moved lightning quick the second i took my eyes off of him.

all of a sudden his hand turned my face his way and his lips were on mine before i could even open my mouth to say something.

i grinned against his lips when i realized he had chapstick on. it was mango flavored. i also weaved my fingers into his hair instinctively.

he pulled away for a second to catch his breath then kissed me again.

barely seconds later, i heard a car horn blare behind us. we sprang apart and i pressed the gas as soon as i found my composure.

i laughed.

“lips moisturized now?” he asked, grinning.

i rubbed them together to make a point.

“absolutely!” i said.

“good.”

a few seconds of comfortable silence passed.

“how long have you been waiting for me to ask that question so you could do that?” i had to know.

“oh, months.” he said.

i laughed some more.

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unlimitedpastabilities · 3 years

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Men Are Pretty Too

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a super short and sweet fluff <3

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i was standing and i felt fingers on the sides of my hips.

i felt them pull me backwards gently before landing in his arms.

he gave me a squeeze and bent his head down to my ear, whispering.

“you’re pretty.”

i heard the grin in his voice, it made one appear on my face as well.

he planted a soft kiss on my jaw. it made my stomach flutter.

i spun around and caught his lips in a gentle kiss.

after pulling away i ruffled his hair.

“you’re pretty too.”

because he was.

and he should know so.

and i have never enjoyed a sight more than the way he looked at the ground briefly and back up at me with a smile and a pink tint on his cheeks.

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unlimitedpastabilities · 3 years

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Every Eighth Photo

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WARNING: this isn’t gay, sadly. it’s a straight romance because i’m kind of into a guy right now but it’s ok cause i’m pan. i just got inspired by a different type of person but it’s still super fluffy and adorable.

Romance, StraightGuyXPanGirl, ReaderXCrush, FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF, probably NSFW, Reader’s POV

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“the one with the yellow stripes. no, not that one… yeah there!”

i was having him help me redo my wall decor. he was handing me the right photos for my collage so i wouldn’t have to get back down onto the ground from up on my dresser every time.

he handed me the photo, holding it by the edges just like i taught him so they don’t have finger prints. it made me grin that he was trying so hard. it was so cute.

“i like this one,” he said.

“yeah? i do too.” i replied as i stuck it to the wall.

“ok now the one with the purple flowers,” i instructed, and he complied, singing along to the song playing from the alexa. we had a joint playlist, even though our music tastes were very different. it consisted of 2010s pop and 2020s rap, so that should give you as much information about our relationship as you need.

i dopily grinned subconsciously at his cuteness. he made me grin like that often. it wasn’t something i tried to suppress, but i didn’t necessarily do it on purpose either. he just made me feel all happy and it channeled itself into a stupid dopey grin that never left my face when we talked. i liked noticing when he was doing it too.

he caught my eye and stopped rapping momentarily.

“what?” he asked, accompanied by The Grin TM. his eyes lit up a little. that also happens sometimes when he grins. my heart always flutters.

“you’re just cute,” i brushed off, unable to keep the corners of my lips from turning up. i took the photo from him and purposefully brushed our fingers together ever-so-softly. he was always caught off guard when i did that.

like clockwork, at my remark and gesture he lost his composure. his ears turned pink and he opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t seem to think of anything. i looked away so he didn’t see the wide smile i was trying to suppress.

all too soon i lost the upper hand.

“hey, you know that was the thirty-second photo i’ve helped you put up…” he said suggestively.

now it was my turn to recompose myself. i did so quickly and turned around to look at him, raising his eyebrows with a mischievous smile. he was leaning himself forward on his hands which were on either side of my legs on my dresser, so that he could tilt his head up and see me.

“and?” i played dumb, crossing my arms.

“i want my payment,” he pouted, closing his eyes and pouting his lips.

my heart did more than a flutter. i couldn’t keep up a front when he was like this, it melted me down.

we made a deal before we started today, every eighth photo i put up we got to do something he wanted to do in return for helping me. we worked together best this way, and neither of us was going to complain about doing the other person’s thing, we always had fun doing anything together.

i sighed, happily obliging. i squatted down on one knee, so my head was only a few inches higher then his.

“okay: kiss, hug, cuddle, snack, compliment…” i listed his options.

“the first one.” he replied eagerly.

“why can’t you ever say kiss?” i laughed, sitting all the way down on my dresser so my legs were dangling on either side of him. our eyes were in line with one another’s now.

“i don’t know, i just prefer not to say it.” he said, shrugging his shoulders and draping his arms loosely around my waist.

“oh but you have no problem doing it,” i said matter-of-factly, grinning while i set my arms on top of his shoulders. i ran my fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp.

he tightened his grip slightly at the sensation.

“nope,” he agreed, leaning in closer.

i leant in as well and our lips touched. he grinned into it. it was a sweet and teasing kiss at first, but knowing him, it escalated quickly. first my tongue was brushing his lips, and we were slowly falling into a soft rhythm. then not much time had passed and yet my fingers were raking through his hair and scratching down his shoulders. he was pulling my waist impossibly close, fingers pressing into my sides. his tongue was pushing past my lips, our rhythm growing hastier and losing its softness. soon i felt him slowly let his fingers travel underneath my shirt seam, testing the waters. he grazed his fingers along the skin there, i let myself enjoy the sensation. i also let him think he was successful for a little, but when he began to slowly tug my top upward i broke away.

i opened my eyes to a frown.

“noooooo, pleeeeease?” he begged.

it was hard to take him seriously when he looked so flustered. his hair was a mess, lips red, face flushed.

“i’m sorry, you only get one kiss,” i explained.

he didn’t give up, nestling his head into my neck and grazing his lips over the skin.

“this is bullshit.” his muffled voice said.

“you agreed to these terms,” i said, gently pushing him off of me.

he hung his head in accepted defeat, and eventually let his hands go back to his sides.

“don’t worry, eight pictures goes by fast,” i assured.

“i know.” he sighed, handing me the photo i pointed out.

a few minutes later a familiar song came on. it was my favorite of all time.

i started jamming on top of my dresser.

“careful,” he laughed, “don’t fall.”

i sang along.

he smiled/giggled at me, dancing all extra and being obnoxious. i stepped down from the dresser to give it everything i had, singing the song to my boy.

he gazed at me and i couldn’t place the feeling in his eyes but i liked it.

the song finished so i gave a grand finale, extending my hand toward him to emphasis the last line. when i did so he took advantage of it and grabbed at my fingers, pulling me in quickly. he grabbed my waist fast and pulled my body flush to his. i felt tingling throughout my body at his urgency. it was really hot. he smashed his lips onto mine and i quickly reciprocated. he pulled away just slightly.

“i couldn’t wait any longer to kiss you.” he said.

his lips were hungry, he devoured me.

“you said it!” i replied, at his finally saying the word kiss.

he grinned against my lips.

another song began on the alexa, i was a bit preoccupied but from what i gathered it was some rap song about sex.

“how fitting,” he remarked.

i didn’t stop him this time when he slowly tugged my shirt up my sides.

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