Please Write Whatever The Fic Is I Just Want More Of Your Writing
please write whatever the fic is i just want more of your writing
i love uuuuu <3 i’m just kinda scared the ending will be taken badly
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casual.
the windows were fogged. the sound of your moans mixed with the sound of music playing lowly on the radio. the two of you had just talked for almost an hour, but now ellie was using her mouth for something else other than talking— or smoking.
you wanted to talk about it, you wanted to tell her how you felt, what was going on. but you stayed silent, a form of anxiety stopping you from bringing it up. this wasn’t the first time ellie did this.
she came inside your house, picked you up from your house, took you places, sat with you in silence as you stared at eachother, showered with you, listened to music with you, had multiple deep conversations with you. but it was just casual, right?
ellie never brought up what you guys were. and you didn’t either, you didn’t want it to end. but you wanted her so badly.
“ellie! fuck!” your body shutters as you feel that familiar knot in your stomach.
“mhm.. cmon baby.” she hums, hands running up your stomach, one grabbing your boob. it felt so intimate, there was something there.
your body shook as you came, ellie licking you through your high, holding your waist as your back arched. “good girl..” she rasps, kissing your clit and pulling up your panties and kissing your stomach, then kissing between your tits, to your collarbone, your lips.
the auburn haired girl moved back into the drivers seat, hair messy from your fingers being intertwined into it. she looked over and smiled sweetly when you situated yourself. it was quiet, music softly playing on the radio.
“ellie.” she hummed a response, eyebrows slightly raising but her eyes stayed on the road. “what is this?” you couldn't hold back, the want to know being stronger than the anxiety in your stomach.
ellie’s raised brows turned furrowed as she looked at you for a split second, not understanding. then she did. she didn’t respond for a minute, fingers tapping against the wheel as she thought. “i don’t know.” she shook her head, biting at her lip. ellie knew what she wanted, what she wanted this to be. but she couldn’t couldn't trust herself.
your eyes went watery, blinking it away as you looked down at your fingers. the car pulled up next to your house. you didn’t give time for her to talk, you heard her try to call for you. but your steps were quicker than her words.
is it casual now?
Don't stop talking about Palestine 🇵🇸
Don't stop talking about Palestine 🇵🇸
Don't stop talking about Palestine 🇵🇸
Don't stop talking about Palestine 🇵🇸
Don't stop talking about Palestine 🇵🇸
This is a post taken directly from the official account of WCK.
These are the heroes of WCK who were killed by IDF pigs. 1 from Palestine, 1 from Poland, 1 from Australia, 1 from USA, and 3 from UK.
6 of them aren't Palestinian.
None of them are combatant.
If you still think even for one second that those israeli pigs are the victim, that their actions are justified, or even give a single damn about humans' life you're lying to yourself or you're just as much of a pig as they are.
"A Palestinian father loses his temper while bidding farewell to his son who was killed in the Israeli bloodbath last night in Nusseirat refugee camp, central Gaza Strip" from Wissam Nassar, 16/Mar/2024: