My Bad Love! I Thought You Were Fully In Uni Or Something!

hi pretty girl i miss you ☹️💕💕

shawty bae i was literally JUST in your dms rn💔

Every night, both lips on the mirror

It's ritualistic, counting lipstick stains where you should be . . .

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Xandra | greek┆i also like men?!💔

i like creative things of all sorts, like art and lyrics too even if i cant make music myself

english isn’t my first language and even if i know it better than my mother tongue i will, in fact, use that as an excuse

about my writing . . .

masterlist ¡! i don’t trust my ability to write in anything but modern au,, but,, ⋮ will write smut at some point ⋮ requests my beloved 💓 i appreciate them so much and will try to do them to the best of my abilities ⋮ -

. . . thats all !

psychotic episode, all the feelings at once, if youre mentally stable youre in for a ride of how it feels to have every mental instability at once, but youre watching arcane so then again. you will be in pain of how much youre smiling one moment and how much it hurts the next, sadomasochistic in a bad way, these women are so fine i cant focus on ANYTHING i need to be strapped down lesbian style, i can take them all not in a fight, instead of putting jinx and cait against each other why dont they kiss. these lesbians man, if therapy was a thing accessible to Zaunites this show wouldn’t of existed, Caitlyn Kiramman is my Regina George and by that i mean as much as i hate her i still want her to like me, shes so i fine i need her (aimed at half the women atp), Caitlyn whata bitch leaving your girl like that….. can you be mean to me next he- *gets shot in the face*

thoughts on arcane pls?

oh calling me a coward now? bold of you to assume that calling me that doesn’t just spur me on more, baby.

and i absolutely love lightcannon. i keep up with a lot of league of legends lore so i’m a big fan! i also have catra’s headpiece that i made myself, maybe i’ll have to show you some time!

and i get that it might be stalker behaviour but it’s geniunely just that we’re kinda maybe meant to be!

oh it’s almost like you know me so well. i think i’m enjoying this a lot more than i thought! i’m sure the time will come when i hit your dms, my pretty wolf.

you are something else, something that i cant wait to meet once the masks drop

i don’t know ANYthing league of legends related BUT!!! isn’t star guardian Jinx x Lux hinted to a crumb of context? i don’t know.. all i know is pretty girls.. opposite girls.. kiss kiss love..

Catra mentioned 🫡 you have to show me sometime, not maybe, you have to now

⤹ this you?

“One day we'll have a pretty wedding, and I'll be your everything We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part Oh, you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart” <- immediately thought of this at your comment on your stalker behaviour (im definitely dying first in a horror movie.)

you’re a twisted little thing and that has peaked my interest up to space, can’t wait to see the face behind this whole facade. i truly wonder, will you be able to keep up once you’re no longer a secret? or are you generally just this way?

half the people that watch arcane are masochistic as fuck, like what do you mean that you watch a show that has you crying for hours at a time,,?? because it has sexy women???? same, i need them all to beat me up at once LMFAOO

have you tried being delusional

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

- B.E.

AnoTHA ONE☝️ blurb leave me alone | again no use of names, just variations of “she” and “you”

A/n: did i get sad? Yes. Did i decide to make something out of it? Also yes. Is this projecting? Maybe.(Yes.) || I projected my tendency to literally run from home when i get too upset because i need to relieve my angrers energy into something thats not entirely destructive FHFEJJKS

i don’t know if this can be categorised as angst/comfort ?? But!!1!1!! (Its surrounded by comfort but whats comfort without the need for it)

Summary: You and Billie have been together long enough for her to see your vulnerable side, it didn’t take long to but it did take a lot of strength to. And this happens to be one of those times where you need nothing more in the world than to go home!

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A blurry road ahead, a big blob of blended colours and shapes danced to the sound of irregular nose-huffs. Forehead sweaty and a hefty backpack bouncing on your back.

You’ve gone this path countless times, by now you can go there blind. Your body remembers all the turns and miles. Like your body needs to reach the destination.

You hadn’t realised just how tiring running this whole thing was until she came in the view - until you saw that short, long haired woman standing right outside, waiting for you, the woman that always knows what you need.

Strict hard nose breaths soon turn into open mouthed pants, bouncing bag thrown to the ground somewhere, anywhere off you, and you finally let your rivers flow.

A melody of countless “i’m sorry”’s spilling out your mouth as soon as your body comes in touch with hers, pairs of hands holding the other body like their own lives depend on it, mutual emotion being held and shared in and through both bodies.

She’s seen you this way a number of times, she has not once thrown a rejection at your vulnerable emotions needs, but thats not enough for your overworking mind.

The lock of arms around your waist and up your back giving you a squeeze, shushing hushing noises coming to caress your ears - “shh its okay angel, its okay. I’m here with you, i am here for you.” - caring the same like a mother would to her child, or maybe a person who’s not quite full when their sweetheart isn’t.

Words that go in through your ears, and circulate along your insides as if made to soothe you whole, whats a painkiller better than love?

“I’m sorry.” you sighed with the loss of a last deep breath. Composing yourself to pull away, managing to turn your head to face her, face red like a tomato and makeup running all along.

“Its okay,” she gave a small chuckle looking back at you, an affectionate hand reaching out to hold your face. “I know.” A voice just above a whisper.

For a moment while you look into her eyes, you think you can almost feel them. Like your burning teary face can feel the breeze and like the darkening evening sky suddenly shines all its stars above her.

While you’re focused on her eyes you lose track of everything else - like the fact that your breathing is now calm, your shaking hands have turned gentle. She noticed those though, taking your hand in one of hers and your backpack in her other.

“So what do you wanna do?” ..

“Im feeling a movie”

“So movie night it is!”

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so like.

touch starved

cw; non-con. mentions of death. mentions of sexual intercourse with a corpse. mdni. mentions of cannibalism. slight mentions of stalking. mentions of blood. cannibal!ellie. g!p ellie. top!ellie. dom!ellie. fem!reader. making out. p in v. fingering!r (receiving). oral!r (receiving). reader is friends with ellie. (barely proofread, sorry!!)

a/n; i have been seeing how much hate this fandom (TLOU) has been receiving, so i would like to start by saying that i do not participate in any of the activities mentioned below. if you do not like these types of fanfictions, or these themes make you feel uncomfortable, then please just scroll, or block me! i truly don't care either way. but do not waste your time trying to bring someone down on something they worked very hard on and have a passion for. as you can see above, i put the more mature details of this story in bold and red so you don't miss them! it is truly horrible to see all of these miserable people on the internet trying to get reactions out of people who write for a specific audience. my heart goes out to every fanfic writer in this fandom who is receiving these mass loads of hate. love you all <3, hope everyone is doing well.

starved was an understatement for what ellie had felt all her life. she was famished; ravenous, even, for some kind of human affection.

ellie was a girl who had never felt the love of another human's touch. until she met you, that is. ellie had been aching to feel your skin on her, inside of her, absolutely everywhere on her body for evermore.

you entered her life like a radiant luminance, with your gleaming smiles and bubbly energy. god, ellie loved all of it. she adored every single one of your actions, even as simple as taking a breath. was obsessed the right word? probably.

it wasn't much of a coincidence that the two of you met and became such close friends in such a short matter of time. ellie knew everything about you already; watching you from across the street for months, seeing you bring different girls into your bed every now and then (which she hated), getting high, getting dressed, and oh, her most favorite; touching yourself.

ellie treasured the sight of you pumping two of your fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, sometimes using a vibrator. all of it, as long as she got to see your perfect body and even just slightly hear your sweet moans. she would get off to it herself, recording you discreetly from her window and using the video for her own entertainment later.

the daystar was setting ever so slowly through the thin, lace, aged white fabric of your curtains, lightly blowing into your room from the cold wind outside.

you were laying on your tummy, painting your nails a dark cherry red shade, meanwhile ellie was nimbly skimming through some of your magazines to make time pass by. "s'bored..." she would mutter. you would simply roll your eyes, not paying any attention to her as you continued to swipe the small brush over each of your nails very delicately.

"c'mon, let's do something fun! you've got a bunch'a crafts in your garage, bet we could do somethin' with those." ellie proposed cheerily. you just shook your head and kept painting your nails.

ellie knew you were busy, but she was craving attention from you; the only person who had ever showed her any. sometimes when you got quiet like this, it made her nervous. were you shutting her out for good? getting bored of her?

ellie dramatically flopped down face first onto the mattress next to you, causing your hand to move and spill your nail polish all over your freshly washed, white comforter. great.

you squealed and quickly sat up. "fuck!" ellie's eyes went wide. shit, this was not good. you were already mad enough at her. "ellie—" you started, craning your neck slowly to give her a stern glare.

ellie's heart was pounding furiously. "i-i'm sorry! s- it- let me clean it! i'll wash your sheets, buy you new ones. please, i'm so sorry," ellie rambled on and on. you didn't care that much about the sheets. the annoying part was having to restart your nails, which were looking so good!

you rolled your eyes and moved the nail polish bottle off of the bed, along with yourself, slowly crawling over the mattress and hopping off. ellie stared at you with wide, eyes that were begging for forgiveness. "please..."

you almost laughed at her pleading. "fine, wash my sheets then. you know where the laundry room is," you ordered. ellie scurried off of the mattress and onto her feet, bunching your soft sheets and comforter up into a ball so that she could carry it in her arms.

after that series of events, there you two were again; laying on your bed, fresh sheets on the mattress which ellie helped you put on oh so sweetly.

you laid peacefully on your back, shirt moderately rising up from you raising your arms up to hold up a book over your head. and that sight was delicious to ellie. delectable. mouthwatering. ellie swore she drooled a little at the sight of your plush tummy seeping through the cut of your tank-top.

ellie's hand nearly clawed out to touch your arm. you hummed softly at the feeling, turning your head on the pillow to eye her. ellie's only focus was your skin. she needed to touch and feel and grab and taste every part of it. she desperately needed it. pathetic crush it was.

"y'good, els?" you questioned obliviously, not a clue what was going on in ellie's dirty, disgusting mind.

poor ellie; all she wanted to do was consume you, lock you up, keep you with her forever somewhere safe. maybe that place could be her stomach, your sweet body digested deep into her guts.

"uhm... ellie?" your voice snapped ellie out of her fantasies, shifting her gaze back onto yours. you let out a sweet laugh and shook your head. "whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"

ellie shrugged and sat up, you mirrored her motions. "nothin'..." you didn't buy it.

ellie sighed and looked into your glistening irises, which were angled perfectly to get hit by the sun just right. you huffed out a small laugh of confusion and tilted your head. “c’mon… what’s goin’ on in that brain of yours, els?”

ellie scooted her body real close to yours, placing a gentle hand on your knee. “‘dunno… just wan’ be close for a little i guess... that ok?” her whispered tone sent shivers down your spine. you nodded and leaned into her touch.

this was all a little confusing. you knew ellie was a touchy person, but usually she was more open about it. now, she was acting so shy all of a sudden. nonetheless, you returned her friendly affection.

ellie sunk her head down into the crook of your neck. you didn’t mind, just a little caught off guard. “y’alright there, ellie?”

ellie nodded against your neck and breathed in your sweet, delicious scent. oh how badly she wanted to eat you up right now. literally…

ellie had fantasized about taking big chomps out of you many times before. it was all your fault. all your fault for looking so goddamn perfect and delectable and appealing and… edible. you drove her crazy.

ellie’s mouth started moving instinctively over the soft skin of your neck. you knitted your brows together in confusion and backed away slightly. “ellie—“

“please.” she stopped you. you gave her a dumbfounded stare, but ellie was quick, quicker than you thought. her lips were on the side of your neck again, moving ferociously against it.

“need you, s’bad,” ellie blabbered against your neck in small mutters. there was nothing you could do to stop her, her big hands already navigating towards your hips.

“els—“ ellie silenced you with a hungry kiss.

the wet noises of your pink muscles moving together sloppily filled the room. lips smashed on one another’s, slowly inching closer and closer until you were sitting on ellie’s lap.

ellie’s hand fumbled with the waistband of your skirt, then quickly delve into the abyss of your panties; feeling around on your already drenched folds. “shit, s-so wet…” ellie mumbled mindlessly, her brain going all fuzzy.

you whimpered and started to drag your cunt along her fingers, trying to get some sort of relief for the ache in your pussy.

ellie caught this and started rubbing her fingers rhythmically on your clit, forcing a whine out of you.

ellie hadn’t even noticed, but her mouth already started to chew on your neck again. you obviously didn’t notice this either, even with the amount of force she was using to try and break the skin so that she could really taste your flesh.

once ellie broke the skin, she plunged two of her slim, slick fingers into your little hole to try and distract you. this was all so, so wrong. ellie was going to eat you, that was her plan.

and she didn’t even feel guilty about it.

ellie just kept nibbling on your neck like a little chipmunk. she was already addicted to your taste. more, she needed more.

ellie stuffed her fingers in and out of your cunt with an even faster pace. ellie’s teeth were dragging all over your neck, biting and chewing every part she could reach while thrusting her digits into your greedy hole, slamming you back down onto them after each pump.

poor you; all dumbed out and begging her to stop. but ellie was starving. who was gonna deny a starved woman her favorite food?

you threw your head back; perfect. even more leverage and bare flesh for ellie. desperate moans and whimpers escaped through your mouth as you ground and circled your hips on ellie’s fingers, rutting your pussy against them to hit all of the right spots.

“fuck.. taste s’good,” ellie mumbled. the skin on your neck finally started to break off into ellie’s mouth, leaving you with an open wound that you didn’t even take mind to. you could only think with your cunt.

“g-gonna cum! shit!” you screeched and started to move your sore hips faster on ellie’s fingers. although, ellie was too focused on tasting you to even care or give you permission.

you came in hot floods all over ellie’s hand, drenching her wrist and down completely. but this didn’t stop ellie from eating you, no. she kept her hungry mouth on your throat. and you; too fucked out already to notice. gentle little thing you were.

ellie hummed against your neck, bringing you back to life a little. you jumped when your eyes angled down and saw the bloody mess around ellie’s mouth. “ellie!” you squealed, using all of your force— not a lot at the moment— to pull away.

ellie lapped up every last drop of your blood and plunged her fingers into you again, a loud whine slipping from your lips.

“what the fu— i— ahh!” your protests slowly turned into desperate, helpless whimpers again. whimpers of pleasure and pain.

ellie dragged her teeth down your neck and onto your collarbone, nibbling on the skin around the bone. “y'smell so, so good, doll. could eat you all day…” ellie whispered.

“been wanting to do this— mmh— for so long… shit.” ellie rambled on and on as she fucked you with her fingers and ate your skin off, piece by piece.

ellie finally took her blood-stained mouth off of your neck and used her teeth to tear your shirt off, the same with your bra.

she started to bite down on the plush skin of your boob, ripping a harsh hiss from your throat.

“stop! t’hurts, ellie! ah!” all you could do was move on her fingers in hopes that she’d stop. but no, ellie kept chewing on your tit until the skin broke, blood dribbling out of it.

tears bubbled up in your eyes and ran down your rosy-pink cheeks, all the way down to hit the top of ellie’s head. “cant t-take it!”

your hiccuped cries of pain and pleasure bounced off of the walls as you tried to push ellie off of you, while she only used her free hand to pull you back even closer, needing more and more of your intoxicating skin.

"h-hurts so bad!" ellie really didn't care for your pain right now. she was hungry, and you were the only thing that could fulfill her cravings.

so, she kept eating and eating while finger-fucking your little pussy, forcing lewd pornographic noises out of your open, o-shaped mouth.

of course, ellie cared about you as a person. she was obsessed with you and loved every single part of you. why would she have stalked you for four months if she didn't? but right now, ellie could only think with her stomach. and the only thing her stomach was saying was: "more, more, more. hungry, hungry, hungry." she had to do this.

"no! no!" you begged pathetically, practically screaming. you prayed that at least one of your neighbors in the small apartment complex that you lived in could hear you. maybe they didn't care either.

"you— you don't understand. i need this. so bad. need you." and like that, you were on your back, blood gushing from your left boob and half-eaten neck.

so, ellie sunk her teeth back into your throat and just ate. she was going to eat until she was full; full of you, no matter how long that took. she was going to savor this moment.

ellie slipped out of her jeans, kicking them down onto the bed. she growled into the gushing hole on your neck as her rock-hard cock nudged against your sopping wet folds.

as you slowly lost air and blood, ellie started to shove her girthy cock inch by inch into you, your tight hole gripping onto her, even half-concious.

ellie gave you no time to react— not like you could— before roughly thrusting her cock deep inside of you and starting to eat from your neck down. you let out a lazy screech in half pain half pleasure as you felt ellie's teeth bite down on the skin between your collarbone, immediately breaking it until she was only teething on the tough bone.

the amount of blood you had lost was far too much, causing your vision to go all blurry. “w-wait!—” and that was when you blacked out. ellie didn't care. she continued to pound her thick cock into your cunt and groan against your chewed-off skin.

ellie took a break from fucking your poor, abused pussy to instead snacking on the top of your soft tummy. the flavor and texture of your skin was the only thing on her rotten mind.

she slurped and bit on it like a starved woman— well, she was—. ellie took her time switching between fucking your hole and chewing on your skin.

“gonna cum so fucking hard in this pussy— mmph!” ellie huffed and puffed as she came, leaving her seed inside of you and her cream leaking out of your tight hole.

ellie ate her way down to your cunt, licking all that your nearly dead body had to offer. she bit and suckled on your clit a little.

ellie was somewhat happy that your voice wasn’t there anymore. no more telling her to stop, no more begging. she could do whatever she wanted with you now, and no one was every going to suspect a thing.

she pulled her head back with a loud slurping noise to spread your pussy lips open to see the sticky strings of your arousal and her own cum still spilling out of your hole, still stuffed with her cream.

ellie sighed and slowly nibbled her way back up to your face again, cupping one of your soft, deathly pale cheeks and running her thumb over the skin there.

“what a pretty little thing you were. so sad to see you go so soon, angel…” she cooed sweetly to you— well, more to herself. you couldn’t hear anything. you were gone now, completely gone. just a toy for ellie to stuff in her freezer and use when she felt like it.

and maybe she was going to regret this later. she wouldn’t have anyone to talk to anymore, no one to obsess over. plus, even if she tried to find someone new; no one could compare to you.

im scared what telepathic message ☹️

IM GIGGLING YOU SENT A WHOLE ASK

i’ll start telepathically giving you the ideas, pictures & memes i have in mind

like this

or maybe like this for more accuracy

torment

-B.E.

A/N: teeny tiny blurb🍓

ᝰ🖋️: suggestive duh?!

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thighs clasped together, squirming on the couch with a fidget need at the tips of your fingers.

“whats wrong? something happen?” so caring, so sweetly worried,

“im tired, its getting late” so fake.

a head turning at the clock looking with a squint, a faint held-back smile with an undertone of amusement to it. “its winter, the sun is down but its eight. since when do you get tired so early?”

she knows, the avoiding of eye contact, the excess fidgeting, the subtle moving of your hips. just enough to get the energy out of them somehow, just enough to go by unnoticed if it weren’t her goal all evening to get you just like that.

“since the sun did too.” monotone, but pained. an ache at the cords to make your replied coherent. she wasn’t born yesterday, you’re not hanging out for the first time, its obvious. neutral facial expression with uneven breathing, focusing on anything ahead as long as its not her, blank stare, a deer in headlights.

but she wanted to hear it. “ohh is the poet becoming the poetry itself? well don’t let me stop you,” without looking at her you could tell she was smiling, “go on if you have to.” she knows.

no matter the courage or the amount of times you backwards count, you cant stand on your feet. you’ve been trying, for conversations now. “i-..” cutting your own self off, you tear your eyes off the frame on the wall, dragging them all the way to her. “i don’t think i physically can” cheeks set aflame, a shameful giggle making its way out your chest.

this friendship has always been playful, and each time it gets more and more effective - which is both good and bad. depending whose perspective you see it from.

even when she tries her best to not smile, her eyes always do. they always did, her mouth didn’t have to. “whys that? need help?” such a tone. what a tone. she knew just the right buttons to push, like a favourite video game, she knew just what to do, and she would know so even blind.

“fuck off.”

it’s about time we change that! you deserve to have the cutest matching costumes with someone! (me) and to have the best halloween with someone! (me)

do you have other dream matching costumes i could fulfill? that’s what you deserve from your girl, of course.

in time, sweet girl. i have to get you hooked first! and i do have a sweet tooth fortunately, i could eat you up like a bat of chocolate.

then again, i’d probably enjoy that.

oh yesyes i do deserve all those things! (with you)

and i do have a dream costumes now that i think about it, like Caitlyn x Vi, Jinx x Lux, Catra x Adora/She-ra, and- did you just-

“your girl” so hehe, what are we.. lesbians, thats why we talk like this as a first interaction

you’re a fool if you think im not hooked already, you’ve stolen my attention and peaked my interest - and im not one to lie 🪽

i have a feeling the meaning of “eating me up” changed as the sentences grew longer. hm.