masterlists  billie eilish zendaya + rue bennett, tashi, michelle jones  young miko ellie williams sabrina carpenter tom holland + peter parker  villanelle

inspired by music  att. folklore based on songs

prompt lists prompt list no.1 prompt list no.2 prompt list no.3

holiday specials  diaween 2024 diamas 2024

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“buenos dias,” she whispers and the spanish rolls of her tongue like honey. she makes mornings feel so easy and calm. you stretch arching into her touch. it’s a silent invitation for more. her smile widens as she leans in pressing a small kiss to your shoulder.

“i could get used to this,” you admite. your voice still laced with sleep. in fact, you’re too sleepy to even realize that what you’ve said might sound too forward. her hand flattens on your back. “me too,” she murmurs against your skin.

"are you hungry?" she asks and something in the pit of your stomach rumbles. yes, you're hungry but you're not sure if it’s food you’re hungry for. you nod anyway and the shift from intimacy to domesticity feels so natural like you'd been doing this for years.

she moves around her kitchen effortlessly as you sit on a stool leaning on the counter watching her whisk the eggs. the light is even brighter in her apartment. rays illuminating from the marble countertops and the hints of gold decor on her shelves.

"what are you staring at?" she asks playfully without turning and you feel a familiar heat flush on your face. you clear your throat. "just admiring the view," you reply and she laughs turning for a second. her hair falling on her face before tucking it behind her ear.

"bueno," she says smiling.

that morning becomes the first of many. your days blur into weeks of stolen moments across the street and shared nights in her apartment. you memorize her body. every gasp. every shiver. every whispered plea. mornings spent tangled in sheets. evenings pressed against the large windows. her hands flat on the glass as she holds you in place.

she likes her coffee with galletas and her sex with a hint of roughness. a contrast that makes your heart race. you’ve thought of nothing but the next time you’ll see her. the next time you’ll feel her. the next time you’ll feel her fingers digging into your skin. her lips on the most tender parts of your body.

it’s all you can think about as you get ready for the night. your friend is already in the living room fixing you a drink when you walk out adjusting your skirt.

“can you help me with this?” you ask motioning towards your necklace and your friend rushes over to fix the piece of jewelry for you. her fingers dedicatedly unhooking the clasp before joining the metal together. it’s a quick interaction but to the person in the window above it’s so much deeper.

her blood almost boils as she clings to the glass in her hand. not caring that if she holds it just a little tighter it might shatter. she watched intently. her lips forming into a tight line when you throw your head back laughing. when you touch the other girl’s forearm. when she hands you the drink and your fingers brush.

in her mind she’s forming a narrative that couldn’t be further from the truth but down in your apartment you’re completely unaware of the situation unfolding.

“who was she?” she asks when you open the door with a bit of wobbliness in your movements. you hadn’t drank that much, but wow you were feeling it right now.

“what?” you mumble wrapping your arms around her shoulders just happy to see her. completely oblivious to the edge in her voice. she pulls you inside, but she mutters the same question through gritted teeth and it’s not until you pull away to look at her; to really focus on her face that you notice the grimace.

“she was just a friend from college,” you reply with a smile hoping it’d calm her nerves.

“she was very touchy for just a friend,” she replies and her hand grips your wrist just enough to make you focus on her. she lets you go almost instantly. her hand on your cheek. her face getting closer. you can smell the toothpaste on her breath and you’re sure she can smell just how much you had to drink.

you lean into her body fully conscious of the power she holds over you. you don’t even want to bother telling her more about your friend. you want to feel her wrath.

her hand cups your neck and you moan. lips parting. eyes closing. your hands reaching for the hem of her sweats. she snickers. teeth grazing your jaw. fingers curling around your neck.

you whimper and her lips touch the corner of your mouth. “please,” you beg and you’re not sure what you’re begging for but one arm around your waist and you’re already melting into her.

”she better have been just a friend,” she groans and you nod curling your fingers around hem of her hoodie. pushing yourself closer to her. when she finally touches your lips it’s like fire burning every ounce of your body. you hum. fingers nearly digging into her chest. she hums. fingers gripping your waist pushing towards the couch.

your knees give out when they hit the cushions. her weight falling on you. hand gripping the arm rest. breathes heavy as you struggle to take out any barrier that rests between your bodies.

her skin is hot even though she’d been outside not so long ago. she seers your skin with every touch. fingers gripping your thighs. lips trailing down your neck. her hands sliding up your thighs. nails digging in just enough to make you gasp. she kisses you hard biting your lip. her tongue exploring your mouth. you can feel her desire. her need for you. she pulls away looking into your eyes with a hunger that makes you shiver.