shattered glass

lonely was the first flavor i had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me.

[dakotafvller]

sad reveal

Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse.

[ sent at 11:05pm ] → elias: i just never thought you’d fucking do that

[ sent at 11:05pm ] → elias: because i wouldn’t fucking do that to you

[ sent at 11:6pm ] → elias: and i hate myself for believing differently

[ sent at 11:06pm ] → elias: because it fucking hurts

Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

[ sent at 3:17am ] → elias: it feels like so fucking much right now

[ sent at 3:17am ] → elias: it’s so up then it’s so down

[ sent at 3:18am ] → elias: i feel like i’m high around you

[ sent at 3:18am ] → elias: you drive me so fucking crazy

[ sent at 3:20am ] → elias: fuck

[ sent at 3:21am ] → elias: i’m scared of thinking i’m falling in love with you

[dakotafvller]

drunk (but kels not trev heck)

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse.

[ sent at 10:14pm ] → kels: so we pregamed it there and 

[ sent at 10:14pm ] → kels:sent too soon 

[ sent at 10:15pm ] → kels: i got so much tequila o n my cute dresss!!!

[ sent at 10:16pm ] → kels: i ufucking miss you also i borrowed one of ur shirts last chritsmas and i still have it lo l

[ sent at 10:17pm ] → kels: i fuckng love u tho so much!!!

[ sent at 10:18pm ] → kels: u sure u can’t come i’ll send location???

[dakotafvller]

drunk

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse.

[ sent at 1:45am ] → kieran: i saw u with tha t boring girl

[ sent at 1:45am ] → kieran: i know you’re n o good 

[ sent at 1:45am ] → kieran: i want to mkae a bad decision

[ sent at 1:46am ] → kieran: get over urse lf and come find me

[dakotafvller]

op literally seems like she uses sex to distract from deep-rooted personal insecurities but go off i guess

[dakotafvller]

op literally acts like she has tinder gold but go off i guess

[morinokunikara]

go in my inbox and describe me im terms of “op literally ____ but go off i guess”

[vaememes]

Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

[dakotafvller]

eliasmorrissey·:

@dakotafvller

                    Warm water around him, he turned his head as he felt it shift and pull and then settle as the blonde slid back in next to him with her drink that she had gone to get. He watched her movements with a dragging gaze and a dimpled smirk. He’d given up any mild benevolence for the other people in the hot tub three shots of Jagermeister ago, and he didn’t really care to go back. Selfish. He knew eyes would be on them, judging, other people getting out because of them, and it was the very last of his concerns. His arms wrapped around her, firm, his eyes heavy and umber, canted down, he tugged her; pulled her in onto his lap. His long, nimble digits rubbed against her lower back, paiting her with his touch. One arm simply settled onto holding her close while his other hand dipped into the back of her two-piece bottoms, “You–” The male exhaled, a slight grunt leaving his full lips as they grazed along her collar bone, “–are fucking perfect.” His eyes were down on her skin, voice low and gravel and Earth and meant for her ears and her ears only. He could feel her large chest against his own collar, her hands on him; he placed a slow kiss on the bottom of her neck, tongue darting out to find soft skin, tasting her, eminently reminiscent of what just occured an hour ago, sinfully in the master suite of the Doherty home. 

the gentle fizz of the bubbles lapped at the bare of her skin, kissed the soft tan of her stomach, as her blue eyes lingered on the shirtless sight of elias, broad shoulders and his pectoral muscles jutting out from the bubbling water. they had entered after a few unrecognizable, seemingly frat-like boys had, but it was as if gravity had stopped and only allowed the pair to feel that tug towards the other. the instinct was carnal, at this point, the lingering smug smirk and gaze that protruded out like a guilty conscience, how her legs still tingled from earlier that night on the doherty bed. perhaps it was the thrill of it all, the undeniable promise that elias was bad, that he made her feel out of control ── he felt like a drug that left her hands shaking until she got her fix. her body fell compliant to his touch, settling easily onto his legs and into his lap, her arms gingerly locking around his neck. he brought out a giddy side of her that she tapped into greedily ── she was ravenous for his attention and touch. “elias morrissey─” she breathed back tenderly as his lips found the sensitive spot of her neck, eliciting out a smaller hum of approval, “i’m gonna eat you up.” the blonde paid no mind to the splash of water behind them and what seemed like someone excusing themselves from the hot tub ── she had drank enough already to throw any inhibitions over her shoulder. “smell so good,” her voice dropped, huskier, as reeled closer towards the heat of his to whisper the words, the pink of her lips pressing to his earlobe, gently, teasingly, as her hips shifted slightly, just enough to elicit a reaction. 

[dakotafvller]

there was a elicited childlike excitement in her that came with the idea of a party. she was giddy, rocking back and forth on her feet, just at the thought of the amber colored drinks she’d toss down her throat, how she’d feel the linger of a hand on her lower back from someone, a stranger, that she’d pass in the crowd, how the invitation of a party came with the promise of a thrill. she was good with the highs, invited her vices to sit atop her shoulders like proud trophies, and it always felt like it would never end — the fun, that is. she never wanted the fun to end. she had separated from elias for the evening momentarily as they had first entered the party, only to really rouse her hair into something that looked less like they had just freshly fucked on the doherty sheets. adorned on the top of curled loose waves sat a pink cowboy hat like a crown, something she had stolen from a western themed party she had attended downtown about a month ago, bedazzled with the words “birthday girl” on it from the random model they had all been celebrating that night — she didn’t know her, not well, didn’t even follow her on instagram, but that didn’t matter — dakota had always been a plus one to those kind of events, and she tried not to think about that fact too much. she had made herself comfortable at the bar for some time, even leaning over it just enough for her cleavage to threaten to spill out of her mini dress just the right amount for the bartender’s green eyes to widen, his interest piqued. all the right moves and she had convinced him to let her bar tend for a few minutes as he stepped to take a smoke break, really only pouring fruity juice and hard alcohol into a shaker and making a concoction that would have her more fucked than she already was after flute after flute of champagne at the gala. she had sat herself on the tiled countertop of the bar, allowing her delicate fingers to pick at the maraschino cherries out of a glass container and drop it between her lips. “you tell a guy it’s your birthday and smile at him and he’ll let you take his job. you think if i flash my tits they’ll let me own the place, next?” her drunken mind, bubbling, inquired towards the face that stepped towards the bar, as she pulled off the sunglasses she had tried on that had been left vacant on the bar.

[dakotafvller]

coriknox·:

cori was having a great time, surprisingly, well for her at least. she’d spent majority of the evening getting drunk and dancing with strangers. maybe it was the whole la feeling of the place, prompting her to let more loose than she might’ve otherwise, feeling like, hey nobody knows me here, except a lot of people did, but that had faded far back in her mind. — maybe also the fact that she wasn’t wearing a chainmail of a dress anymore. as she was dancing away from the makeshift dancefloor, she collided with someone else, managing to spill the remainder of her drink over herself. “ aw man.. ” she whined looking down at herself as her hands ran over the fabric of her dress, “ it’s my favorite. ” she sighed before looking up to put a face on the wall she’d collided with, a smile spreading on her lips at the sight of the familiar face, “ i should probably attempt to get it off. wanna help or just keep me company ? ” she wondered, even if it was old she’d rather not see it ruined.

there was a magic to the air of their make-shift los angeles that differed from the city and its magnetism enticed dakota. she had downed more drinks than she could remember and had helped herself to another line in the bathroom with kelsey earlier as aggravated party guests had knocked on the door for a few solid minutes before departing off to some corner of the backyard, she was sure, to pee. you get people drunk enough and they just stop caring. she was sashaying her way through the crowd, on her way to go find bridget who had texted her that she had arrived, fashionably late, before her petite body was colliding into another’s. “fuck,” the curse fell from her lips before blue eyes connected with a female’s brown, doe-like ones, as they flickered down to the newfound stain on her silk black dress. “on this silk, also,” she agreed, gaze shifting to find a makeshift towel, something, maybe water to add to it to clean it. her tanned arm linked with the brunette’s, nodding, already guiding her towards the bathroom, flickering past the crowd like a firefly that blinked light on and off, focused on getting out the stain. “we’ll get it out, don’t worry. if i can get cum stains out of my prom dress then i can get your cocktail out of this silk.”

[dakotafvller]

eliasmorrissey·:

@dakotafvller

                    He sat around the ornamented table, dirty gold-tinted plates and silverware strewn, remnants of a meal left in crumpled napkins and half-empty wine glasses, sitting proof. Elias had discarded his own table, the one where his parents were next to him, and had found the company of Dakota Fuller instead. The chess he was playing required subtle moves: the toothpick in the corner of his mouth shifting against his tongue, his eyes wandering slow and attentively, planted on her even as she aimed her attention on the proceeding conversation that went on around the dining table, his legs, half-crossed in the four-figure position, confortable–– his hand, resting on the fabric just above her knee. He removed the toothpick from between his lips, suddenly, then leaned forward as if to adjust and then leaned back and in, right into his date’s ear, “You want to know what I’ve been thinking about?” He told her, a redundant question, his answer already resting on the tip of his tongue, raw energy in his proximity, or lack thereof, in this case. His top row of canines lowered onto his own bottom lip as his brown hues scanned her lobe, “–– How exactly I’m going to take that dress off of you.” He nearly became hung up on the word ‘exactly’; it was an assurance that was the most important thing to take away from his speech, “… Will I pull the string in the back and slide it down over your hips?” He doted on his words as if it were a deep consideration, “Or will I pull it up, past your shoulders and over your head?”

it had been perfect, manufactured, something out of a movie ── an outtake of a scene in the great gatsby, something far too grand, sparkly, shiny to encapsulate itself as real. she had tried to look the part and damn did she nearly nail it ── the way the slinky, gauzy sheen of her dress reflected under the chandelier lights and the way she held herself in a way that spoke: i am here and i am meant to be here. she was nearly perfect at playing the part, but the hidden tidbits of her mind that wandered over towards chiseled features and bedroom eyes ached to undress themselves in front of the entire crowd of unsuspecting upper class. his hand, slender, manly fingers that gripped at the fabric over her thigh, just tight enough for her mind to register no words but his name. elias morrissey. she was overwhelmingly aware of his presence, had been the entire night since they had left the car, how everything had moved so fast and devious looks almost tempted the blonde as far as to unbutton his jeans and allow herself some sins right then and there. her breath nearly hitched in her throat as his lips sought out the skin of her ear, whispering rhetorical questions before speaking out a display of how he would eat her down until she was just skin and bones ── how the artwork came to life in her dirty thoughts. his words were short and to the point but the weight they carried was greater, how it almost settled itself atop her shoulders; she could feel the pressure of such a promise aching over her shoulders and creeping down towards her throat ── the desire of temptation itself. “you’ll slide it over my hips and let it drop to the floor,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible, enough for just her date to hear and digest. “then you’ll let me pull your shirt over your head and allow my fingers to roam and touch every part of you,” her head turned, casually, as if they were discussing what they thought dessert might be later. “let’s find a room upstairs and i’ll get down on my knees and finish what we almost started,” she promised, her hush words eliciting even a reaction in herself as her legs pressed together slightly, teeth sinking into the bottom of her plump lip.

[taylorswifts13]

[dakotafvller]

despite the strict conduct and high class society that deemed itself better than her and anyone like her, dakota had maintained a highly audacious and rowdy spirit throughout the evening ── maybe it was the flukes of champagne that she had precariously downed one, two, three too many or the porcelain lines she had snorted in the bathroom. in larger parties like this, everybody seemed to fade into each other and sort of disappear in the crowd, unless one really stood out ── the blonde held herself in a way that constantly put herself on display, so the change in atmosphere and dress code that had her in a metallic blue backless silk dress was no reason for her to buckle down and behave. besides, girls like her were the ones who ought to have fun, who were tempted far too easily by the possibility of danger and the thrill of adrenaline, the type that needed some sort of excitement in their life. she had teetered momentarily as she shifted with the strap of her heel inside amongst the crowd of the gala, undoing it before plucking off her other heel, parading them around as if they were a trophy──they were designer── before she led herself down the marble steps and into the backyard villa-like grounds, adorned with the nicest fountain she had ever seen. her blue eyes gleamed in the reflection of the water before she could feel another’s gaze on her, her curled blonde locks falling past her face as she lifted her head to meet theirs. “i think we should go swimming in here. what’s a grand party like this without a mermaid, right?” 

[dakotafvller]

kelseymartin·:

Kels had texted Kota about three minutes ago, and was now sat in the powder room. Long legs crossed daintily as she waited on the couch— an extravagant thing to have in what was essentially just a very, very, big washroom. She’d touched up her lipstick twice before the door finally swung open, revealing the blonde and her gauzy, metallic dress. “Fuck,” Kelsey said, craning her neck to take in Dakota’s whole look. “That’s not fair.” Her hand gestured towards the other girl’s exposed skin, “Like, at all.” She slid to a stand, holding an arm open to grip her friend in a hug. “How’s Elias?” The taller of the two moved back to the mirror, fussing with her hair. “Are you having fun? Is he behaving himself?” Light brows wiggled at their shared reflection, “Or is he not?” She laughed, gesturing towards the clean marble counter, addressing both of their ulterior motives, “It’s been so boring tonight, did you bring your compact?”

@dakotafvller 

be there soon bb. her fingers had typed off the message with a quick glance as her slender legs carried her past the crowd of established elders and those who certainly could dress and act the part. she swung the door of the bathroom open, the elegance of the room that led it to impressing her ── this house had too many rooms of its own, it was like it’s very own castle mansion. she bit down onto her bottom lip and jutted out a leg, lifting up the silk metallic gray of her dress to expose her strappy designer heels and bronzed, freshly moisturized leg towards her friend. “stop,” she brushed off, mocking a tone of bashfulness, before engrossing her taller friend in a hug. “i like this color, kels. you look fucking amazing,” she breathed into the blonde of her hair, combing fingers through her loose locks before pulling from the hug to check herself out in the mirror before allowing the corners of her lips to edge into a more devious smile. “almost gave him road head on the way here.. nothing crazy. he’s got nice hands, you know? i like the way he squeezes me and holds me,” she dozed off, in a very dakota manner, in a dream-like state of the way she liked to be touched, and how sometimes it was the only way she knew she was still real. “just told him i’m going to the bathroom..” her hands fished through the small compact purse, chanel, clear, where she found an old translucent powder compact before jiggling it in front of the opposite’s eyes like a treat. “girlfriends first,” she honored, handing off the compact to kelsey before leaning against the door of the bathroom stall, anticipating the wake up that was to come. 

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Beach Rats (2017) Directed by Eliza Hittman

[dakotafvller]

eliasmorrissey·:

                    It was like everyone else had sunken into the floor–– he was centered; attention was gathered, eyes filing their own umber warmth against her bare exposed skin. They dragged over her chest, head sinking down further towards her neck as her hand elicited friction against his nape. His mouth was parted, the tip of his tongue dragging out over his bottom lip, a curl out of his longe blonde hair resting gently against his forehead. With her permission, his large hand tightened around her breast, her own on top, he could nearly feel the beating of her heart, though it could’ve very well had just have been the music. Fingers tightened, dilated eyes avidious, but relaxed in their own calm. He could’ve sworn he’d had a fever dream about those tits. Over the weeks their lines had interlaced and danced further away, no promise of return, he could’ve recognized her just by her frame alone. ‘Dakota’. Hand accentuated, the back of his palm, inscribed with sharp lines and veins relaxed, “Close–” His smirk widened, amused, dimple appearing, the corner of his mouth finding the area of her neck, just below her lobe, “It’s Eli,” His neck began to contort, twisting as the corner of his mouth dragged against her jaw, eyes binding to her lips. He wanted her attention, and with her head turned near him he leaned his head, over her shoulder, mouth now hovering against her own, his next words came out smooth; calm and fateful, “What do I have to do to get you alone?”  

there are many times that dakota lets herself get consumed ── it is just her and the opposite in the room and nothing else matters, everything else is just a group of fleeting, fading light amongst a shining light she’s drawn towards ── much like that of a moth that ends up lifeless once drawn too close. it is explicit, the way the pair move against each other too easily, performing unholy acts in even the most innocent of dancing ── sometimes chemistry is far too undeniable. he had been a thought, a face in the back of her mind, something she couldn’t quite grasp but that she couldn’t shake from her memory, eliciting daydreams and dirty thoughts, altogether. “eli,” she repeated to herself, as blue eyes fluttered close, teeth bit down against her tender bottom lip, hands grasping tighter at the skin of his neck as their hips contorted together to the beat of the music. ‘what do i have to do to get you alone?’ it was all he had to say for her eyes to open, tongue flicking out to wet at the pink of her lip that was redder, indented slightly with the friction of her front teeth. “just promise you’ll live up to the name,” she breathed back smoothly, crowded bodies enclosing them in, free to act shamelessly, before she met his lips halfway, openly: it was a quick exchange of give and take, open-mouthed, breathy, needy, full of desire. her heart rate had quickened and the adrenaline that pumped through her veins to the echo of the dj’s playlist had her hand dropping from his neck towards her breast, clutching onto it once more before lowering it between her legs, allowing his fingers, slender, long, to brush against the front fabric of the dampening lace of her panties ── just a moment’s touch and a small tease. “can’t you see how much you excite me?”

[dakotafvller]

kelseymartin·:

Escaping the sticky summer heat from the city was always welcome, Kels walked through the party with a smile fixed upon her face, glad to have the breeze rolling from the ocean to pick up the pink ends of her hair. In her hand she cradled a half-empty bottle of Ciroc, bringing it to her lips every few moments to take a sip. Light eyes scanned the party and it’s occupants, lifting her chin at those she recognized, peering curiously at those whom she didn’t. She loved the Hamptons, and the people who came there; terrible and beautiful, interesting and vapid as they all were. Long legs stopped at an occupied adirondack chair and after smoothing out the crisp fabric of her skirt, she settled down on the arm. “Mind if I sit?” Lazily, the blonde tipped the bottle in her new companion’s direction. “I’ll even share.”

her blue eyes had followed the girl, blonde hair tips now adorned in a fun pink that dakota had helped dye in the bathroom, squished closely together but in a fit of giggles every other five minutes. as her gaze fell towards the ciroc bottle, sat in the chair, her arm snaked its way around kelsey’s waist as she made herself comfortable beside her. “i was thinking you’d never ask,” she teased, head tilting to rest against the skin of the blonde’s arm for a moment before tilting her chin up to look at her best friend. “smoked an entire joint down by the beach earlier,” her voice begun, softly, eyes tinted a bit pink from it, “and now i’m just hoping that guy over there stops making eyes at me.” she nudged the opposite’s attention towards the male, scrawny, not fairly tall, buzzed hair, the total opposite of her own type ── she had always been into either the golden boys, ones with bright smiles and a football player’s level of popularity, or the long haired boys, tall and dark, particularly keen if they had a sort of ‘sad boy’ look to them. “please tell me i taught you well and you smuggled this from the kitchen of whoever’s house this is,” she beckoned, before manicured nails wrapped around the ciroc bottle and gave it a hefty swig.