Texts With E-42 Miles

Ruins of Pompeii, Naples, Italy

¬ Edinburgh, Scotland

Autumn in Central Park

kitten/soot sprite

N11, Star Clouds

Map of the solar system. 1867.

Library of Congress

🍁Autumn Child 🍁 gifs (edits) made by me :)

texting atwow characters pt 4

Omgg it's been too long since I posted for this series but I promise I'll post more frequently 🤞

other parts

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omg so bimbo!reader x subby (ish) ! ethan where he will literally do anything she wants , cooks whatever she wants , carries her , and is just right behind her at all times

your chin peeks over the crest of his shoulder when you press up onto your toes, the sharp peak burrowing into the smooth muscle when you can see the stove in front of you. "did you-"

"yes, sweetheart." his chest rumbles when he chuckles, flipping the pancake once over. "i didn't put any chocolate chips in there, can't you see that?"

you drop down so that your heels thud against the worn hardwood floor of his new shared apartment with chad, fingers twisting at the torn fabric of his old t-shirt that drifts below your midriff and tickles at the top of your thighs. despite being covered by thick socks - much against your argument you had with ethan five minutes prior - your toes are chilled, and you curl them subconsciously as a trail of his spend trickles down the middle of your thigh.

"i don't think you cleaned me up that well." you murmur, pulling up the hem of the t-shirt to observe its wandering path, but your lips curl up at the smell of a freshly-made pancake being added to the pile to his right.

ethan scoffs, bending forward to turn off the stove. "i cleaned you up just fine, princess. c'mon to eat, go sit down."

"but-"

"i know i cleaned you up, baby. that's there for a reason. i like it just the way it is." he coos, slipping in behind you to slip his fingers between your swollen, puffy lips to gather the slick on his fingers. "don't touch it."

|| andromeda ||