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[itgiirls]

itgiirls // penned by jackie. 31 years old in the gmt timezone. indie smut blog, kink and taboo friendly.

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[orphicdays]

it was easy to zone out whilst the bar filled around her. jonah was busy with the other customers and cordelia dug her notebook out of her bag, scribbling ideas of songs and little doodles in it. it hadn't been the entire reason for her visit but she figures any real, deep conversations she's going to have with jonah are going to have to be reserved for after hours. none of their conversation is suitable for anybody else to overhear. shifting in her seat, cordelia closes her notebook, pen laying on top of the cover as she watches jonah flipping the sign to let anybody outside know the bar was now closed. she doesn't know how long she has before the questions come, but she knows it won't be long. and sure enough, his first one is laid on her as soon as he's back behind the back. "—i went to rehab."

[itgiirls]

"rehab...." jonah repeated her words, kind of not able to believe it at all. he swallowed as he placed down some glasses. "rehab... that's.." he knew she had been dealing with substance abuse for a while, but he didn't know it was so bad that getting treatment was necessary. his mouth opened, and then closed again. "shit, deels." he furrowed his brows. "are you okay? like, how.. how did it go?"

[nouvelis]

“well, guess that would have to do before you come up with something better, then.” rayna grins, before her smile blooms from the tender kiss pressed to her lips. “luckily you don’t have to worry about that.” she clings to him entirely on instinct, her fingers gripping onto his shirt before smoothly slipping under the fabric, seeking more of his warmth as she deepens the kiss with a soft, content hum.

[itgiirls]

"doubt i'll come up with anything better." he spoke with a small shrug, "i'm good at cooking, not at making up names." he turned to the blonde some more, hands gripping her thighs as he hooked her legs around him and leaned into the kiss. a small breath left him, humming into her mouth. "hm, what were we talking about?" he asked dreamily, softly chuckling. he seemed to always forget his surroundings after a kiss from her.

[orphicdays]

"mhm." she doesn't know how to explain any of this to him. hell, she could handle explain it to herself half the time. cordelia knew she had to leave, she hadn't had any other choice. it was leave or stay and die here. now, at least, she was back and capable of trying to mend the relationships she had broken with her sudden departure. she smiles, despite herself, reaching for the straw as she leans over the counter, taking a long sip of the fresh lemonade. a smile tinges her features for a moment before it fades, blinking as she looks up at jonah. "i am, yeah. and... no more sudden goodbyes." which, untrue. she had never said goodbye. to anybody. not to her friends. not to the guys in the band. and certainly not to jonah. though, they all deserved one, jonah more than the others, perhaps.

[itgiirls]

jonah had gone over and over and over this situation in his head many of times. so he'd knew what to say if she were to ever come back. and now she was here and he had no idea what to even say to her. so he said nothing and continued with doing what he was doing. he tried to focus on serving other customers. emphasis on tried. every five to ten seconds or so, his gaze drifted back to cordelia. as the bar started to empty, he let cordelia sit even after he'd locked the door and flipped the sign from "open" to "closed". he appeared back behind the bar and started to dry some silverware. "where the fuck have you been?"

[dirtyauthority]

yasira knew he wasn't going to leave her hanging. they simply couldn't seem to resist each other. it was a problem, really. she was addicted to him in all the ways she'd never admit out loud, addicted to his attention, to his presence, if anyone asked, though, she'd have an entire speech prepared about how she was completely over him, how she'd moved on, how none of this meant anything anymore. "no," she giggled, pressing a kiss against his jaw before slouching back into the passenger seat. "i want to go home with you."

the confession came easier than it should have. her gaze drifted downward, settling on their hands tangled together between them. for a moment, she simply stared, her thumb brushing absentmindedly against his. "i miss sleeping in your bed." it was true. painfully, embarrassingly true. and maybe that was exactly why it was such a dangerous thing to say out loud. maybe she should let him take her home instead. maybe she should pretend this night never happened. but she didn't pull away. "please."

[itgiirls]

seb knew that taking her home was the best option. her own home. but still, he shared her sentiment. he missed her sleeping in his bed. he swallowed as he started the car back up and took off, away from the busy strip where clubs started to empty. "are you hungry?" he asked her, hand not leaving hers as he drove off in the dark night. he looked at her for a split second, teeth sinking in his bottom lip. "or do you just wanna go to bed?"

[nouvelis]

rayna’s smile widens warmly when he lifts her up to sit on the kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around his hips out of pure habit, gently swinging against his sides. “it isn’t — i never would have thought strawberry and matcha would make such a great combo.” she takes another deliberate bite of the cake, before licking her lips clean, her hand dropping down to cover his own where it rests over her bare thigh, the familiar touch makes her heart flutter nonetheless. “…matcha strata with strawberries? i don’t know, i’m terrible with names.” she isn’t nearly as good with words as she is with her paintbrushes, that’s for sure. “um, spring in kyoto? if you’re feeling a little more poetic, i guess.”

[itgiirls]

"spring in kyoto.." josh repeated her words, and let out a gentle chuckle. "i like that. kind of cheesy, but i like it." head nodded slowly, as his hand came up to cup her chin and he pressed a long kiss to her lips. "what would i do without you?" he let his eyes wander over the blonde's face, and leaned forward for yet another kiss, letting this one linger. "my girl."

[get-well-soon-shine]

Taylor Swift | Late Night with Seth Meyers

[dirtyauthority]

•⋅⊰∙∘☽ ☆ ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ──── open to m / f / nb

plot idea ── messy exes / situationship. yasira and your muse are on again, off again. she swears she's over it a lot more than she actually is. unfortunately, a few drinks and an even worse decision later, she's texting your muse in the middle of the night asking them to come pick her up.

yasira was already feeding her friends some excuse about why she had to leave the bar early. the music vibrating through her chest as she stumbled outside and slid into the passenger seat. already a giggling mess, fixing her tiny dress before running her fingers through their hair playfully. "there you are." yasira's gaze shifted slowly along their body before she shook her head. "why are you dressed like you're trying to ruin my life?" she teased, unable to stop herself from looking. "you always look so good whenever i'm in the mood to make a bad decision." there was something almost devious in her eyes then, the alcohol making her even less interested in behaving than usual. her hand dropped into their lap, fingers tapping slowly as she leaned closer. "god, we are such a bad idea." she nearly whispered against their ear.

[itgiirls]

when he got yasira's text he knew that he probably should have shut his phone and gone back to sleep. that's what he had tried to do anyway. but then, about ten minutes later he grabbed his phone again and told her he was on his way. realistically, all this was just a catastrophe waiting to happen. they were a car crash moments from exploding. still- he couldn't stay away. he stared down at what he was wearing after she spoke, not particularly dressed in anything out of the ordinary. he'd just rolled out of bed after all. sweats and a t-shirt he had found on his floor. he shut his eyes for a moment before letting his hand fall atop of hers, lacing their fingers together. "do you want me to take you home?"

[roomspins]

starter delivered for @itgiirls !

"you want me right? more than anyone else?" alex's lips hovered over theirs as he spoke, leaning down in front of them so that he would be just within reach while withholding himself. "i need you to say it."

[itgiirls]

jonah rolled his eyes as he kept staring at alex in front of him, face leaning closer and closer. "how many times do you need to hear me say it then, hm?" he tucked his fingers under his chin and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. only the smallest of pecks. "you're mine and i'm yours. i just want you. for the rest of my life," jonah nudged their noses together. "happy?"

[nouvelis]

rayna looks up eagerly from her messy sketchbook at the sound of her boyfriend's voice, before she happily walks over to join him, her entire face instantly brightening at the presentation of his new experimental dessert. she leans in close and takes a generous mouthful of the dessert, a satisfied hum following almost immediately alongside an approving nod. “oh my god… that’s so good.” she has always been his biggest fan, but this specific creation is indeed brilliant. “i mean, as long as you don’t call it a tiramisu on the menu, i think you might actually live.” taking the spoon directly from his hand, she eagerly feeds herself another bite, her continuous nods and happy hums a clear testament to how much she genuinely enjoys the dessert. “and if you don’t, you should at least leave the recipe behind for me.”

[itgiirls]

josh gently wrapped his hands around rayna's waist then and he easily scooped her up, and placed her down on the counter. he smiled, leaning against the marble top between her legs as he looked at the large tray with dessert. "yeah?" he asked, looking up then. "you like it? like it's not too.. weird?" he raised his brows as he rested a hand on her thigh. "so what should i call it, then?"

[orphicdays]

cordelia sighs softly, sliding onto one of the bar stools. there was no reason she could give herself that made this decision make sense. it was a pointless exercise, she knew that much. yet, here she was. "yeah, well... that makes two of us." tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, looking up at jonah through her lashes. "uh, no. i don't drink anymore. i'll just... take a lemonade."

[itgiirls]

"lemonade?" he asked, brows raised before turning around to pour her a glass. extra lemon. how he remembered she liked it. he used tongs to place two slices in the glass with loads of ice, and then put it down in front of her. "are you back in town.. for good?"

[itgiirls]

@choosingt3xas // based.

"i thought you were seeing someone," jonah said, slowly sitting up. he had already been fast asleep, but the other had waltzed right through the door with the key he'd given them ages ago. it was normal like that. he had their key on his keyring too. "why are you in my bed right now?"

[robbiegk]

NICK ROBINSON Voicemails for Isabelle (2026) dir. Leah McKendrick

[itgiirls]

🪩@orphicdays x

"well well well," jonah slowly turned around and faced them. "i never thought i'd ever see your face here ever again." he hung the rag he had just used to dry some glasses with over his shoulder and he let out a deep sigh. "your usual, i guess?"

[itgiirls]

i want to use my tyriq so bad pleasuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh someone take him from me

[tswiftw]

[demoncity]

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