#i'm obssesed with next to normal

[maybankslover]

so long, london- the third part

drew starkey x fem!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, breakup, mention of infidelity, sexual themes, mental health issues, mention of pregnancy, mention of infertility. sexual themes and innuendos. most of them don't happen but they're mentioned.

summary: she's an actress and a singer, he's an actor. coworkers that fell in love until it fell apart. now everything is gone but how did it disappear?

a/n: odessa a'zion is made the antagonist in this story. hateful comments aren't allowed, it's just for the plot.

[the face and hair color of reader changes depending on the picture i need for the instagram posts! anyone can imagine how their reader looks, it isn't a designated actress or singer for this fic]

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as she awaken, the distant sunlight that intruded through the closed curtains and the familiar arm laying across her stomach turned the morning into one she had been longing since the first night she spent alone. the lingering memory in her body of the ache in her chest and the sobbing out of control the morning she woke up in her best friend's house next to a cold side of the bed.

the clock on her bedside table told her it was nine a.m.

she let her hand get on top of his, drew tightened the hold he had her in but his breathing stayed the same, he was still asleep. her sight set on his face and chest, legs hidden under the duvet. they still loved eachother but she still wondered when he fell out of love, everything he did were things someone can only do when they aren't in love anymore.

they never had what everyone calls a 'one last chat'. she was tired of trying, of trying to get him to listen to her, to see her so she detatched herself from their relationship and he never asked for one before she packed her things and left.

last night was impulsive but she didn't regret it. half an hour later drew started to stir up.

"mornin'" she said.

"mornin' sweetheart." he turned his face to kiss her forehead with eyes still closed.

they stayed like that for a few minutes.

"do you want breakfast?" she asked.

"yeah." he opened his eyes tilting his head down to place a kiss on her lips.

drew stayed in bed while she showered then watched as she changed and did her normal morning rutine.

"use the shower if you want. i left you some clothes on top of the marble." she says taking her phone and walking out of the room.

twenty-five minutes later they sat at her kitchen table, fresh cut fruit, toast and tea in front of them. after a bit of small talk about how their family's were doing both of them had kept up with the other's family but they didn't have anything else to make small talk about until the real conversation started.

"did she really sent you death threats?" he asked.

"no, i was actually lying." she responded in a sarcastic tone. "you didn't believe me when i told you she was a crazy, obssesive and jealous, turns out i was right. as always." she smirks. "did you talk to her?"

"yeah, hadn't in a while actually. she thought i was reaching out to become friends again." he gives her his open cell. "you were right."

"on what?" she takes the phone and reads their conversation down from the time the relationship ended.

"she's in love with me." she chuckles.

"don't act as if you didn't know, you loved the attention your little 'dessa' gave you." she crosses her arms. "did you fuck her?" he nods no.

"it wasn't like that, we've talked about this. she wasn't like that for me." he sighs.

"sorry for asking about someone you used to ditch me for." she rolls her eyes. "at the end you cared more about being there for her than being there for me."

"don't be rude, i care about you more than i've ever cared about everyone else." he exclaimed.

"i'm not rude. i'm giving you the facts." she gave him back his phone and from his expression she knew what he was going to ask.

"who're you fucking?" he bit his inner cheek.

"you won't like the answer." she looks at his expression turn sour.

"try me." he takes a sip of his tea.

she giggles before telling him. "sam cafflin."

he stays silent.

"i told you, you wouldn't like the answer. i'm not anymore tho, his life got a bit complicated with his kids and everything." she shruggres her shoulders. "i don't know why i'm telling you this i don't owe you any explanation."

she stands up starting to clean the table.

"someone else apart from him?" why did he continue to ask she wondered.

"drew."

"tell me." he forrowed his eyebrows.

"dylan o'brien. he has a girlfriend now." she looks at him. "you're going to tell me, you didn't fucked anyone else in the past six months?"

"i did but not anyone we know, you worked with dylan last year!"

"and what it has to do with anything?" she puts the plate she had picked up down in the table again. "we both know i didn't cheat on you that i didn't give you any reason for you to think that. don't be a hypocrite, she was your fucking coworker too and we know what happened, you let it happen." she points at him in an angry mannerism before picking the things back up and turning around.

drew is about to speak up but she starts talking again.

"what's done is done and we can't go back in time. you made your decisions and i made mine and here we are." she turns her head to look at him for a moment before looking to her task again. "it's been over for a while. it was already over while we were still together."

he didn't answer, instead he got up and hugged her from behind making her to try to free herself from his hold but he tightened it and she gave up letting her head fall back into his shoulder.

"i know that. i know but" she interrupts him.

"there's no but."

"yes there is if you weren't so stubborn and let me talk for once you'd know there's a but." she turns around still in his arms. face to face once again.

"now you want to talk?" she was still mad, she didn't think she was. "you didn't want to talk ten months ago when it was time to talk, you didn't want to listen to me seven months ago when i told you i had something important! why should i listen to you know?"

"because i love you! and i'm fucking sorry i was an idiot, i'm sorry i took you for granted just because the non rutine seemed fun to have and i was an idiot to think that you wouldn't leave because you were it for me." he exclaimes letting go of her waist and holding her face. "i want you to listen to me saying sorry over and over and over again until you believe me, i know i gave up on us when i shouldn't have. i should've begged you."

"you should've." she mumbled making him laugh.

"i should've begged, i thought that we'd back together before i even realized and then you left the show and you wouldn't answer my texts." his eyes watering. "brooke wouldn't tell me anything, no one would and then the grammy's presentatation showed me how much i hurted you." he takes a deep breath in.

"drew." she whispers taking his waist in her hands.

"no. then the album came out and i-i don't know how could i make you feel like this and not see it. how i didn't pay attention to you, how i didn't fight for you." a tear fell down his cheek and she cleaned it with her thumb. "you need to go track by track of it with me."

"it'll hurt to much, i see what you're saying. i see it trust me but this is all i wanted to hear months ago, i love you really love you but you fell out of love with me." she bites her lip.

"no i didn't, i could never fall out of love with you." he tries for her to see that what he says is true.

she looks at his eyes. "what do you want from me?" she let all the air in her lungs out. "i don't have anything else to give you, my love? you already had it. what else do you want?" she pleaded

"a second chance, i need you to explain every single song to me. everything. i need to know how to change if you give me a second chance to make things right."

"and if i agree to explain this to you, will you give me a minute to think about the second chance?"

"yes, yes of course." he let go of one of her cheeks to put some hair behind her ear.

"let's go to my bedroom, i don't want to talk it here."

so there they were sitting in the floor of her bedroom, with the window wide open letting the spring sunlight wash over them.

"where do you want to start?" she looks up at him from her sight set on her computer with the album almost playing.

"out of the woods." he lays his back against the bed and she does the same but against the wall across from him. the song started playing and a minute later he asked her to pause it.

I walked out, I said, "I'm setting you free"

But the monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up, you were looking at me

Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods?

Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet?

"what do you mean on the monsters turned out to be just trees' when the sun came up, you were looking at me? out of the woods? in the clear?"

"that everything seemed so much worse when it was simple, the things were laid on the table and even tho we were over, the sun was still there everytime you looked at me and i couldn't get rid of the anxious sensation of not knowing if i had to leave or if i had something more to hold on to." he nods. "which one next?"

"religion, i need you to explain the whole thing." she chuckles kknowing what he thinks it is about.

"you know what it is about." he nods. "it's about sucking you off. next"

he laughs. "thank you. you really had to drop my name at wild at heart?" she giggles watching him look down at the notes in his phone with all the questions he had.

"it's a nice one, be thankful i dropped your name there and not in another one. all my love doesn't need much explanation but do you have a question?" he says no so they continue to the next one.

"outside. did you write it or zayn did?" he asks.

"it was his but he let me make a few changes on it and he liked it." she gives him a side smile. " i wrote this parts." she plays the song.

Hurts me when I think about it

Someone else being in your bed

I know I'm not so innocent

But the love I had for you was real

Hope it hurts you when you think about it

do I keep the dog or do you want him?

When I look at him I think of you

The T-shirt that you're wearing, that's my favorite

Damn, I really thought that we would make it

"you would've never offer piggy to me." they both laugh.

"i'd never she's my baby." she smiles and takes a deep breath in.

"full machine." he says.

"i don't know what to explain, i was so dependant on you that i felt i was going to die if i wasn't with you apart from the love i think that was one of the reasons on why i let things slip through us. i would've done anything you'd want me to do." she sighs and he looks down to his lap. "i can't do you're losing me."

"why?" he asks.

"i wrote it at the bathroom of mackayla's wedding and sent it to aaron." one of her producers.

"oh." he doesn't have anything more to say.

"yeah so next."

"but daddy i love him? is it about me?"

"yeah and no, it's something i had collecting dust in the back of a drawer and i found it when i moved out. i started writting it maybe a year before i met you and the rest when we started dating and everyone used to say 'you were to good to be true' but then i didn't like it to put on previous albums."

I'm having his baby

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

"that was really about you. it was fun when we used to joke about being pregnant, madelyn hated it so much that we got her hopes up everytime." she laughs and he follows her.

when it dies down she speaks up again. "block me out, the depressive episodes. had at least two years in my notes once again collecting dust."

"who's afraid of little old me must be one of your best works sweetheart." the nickname slips past his lips.

"thank you." she plays it and stops it when drew asks her to.

"that I'll sue you if you step on my lawn, that I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong? and then I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean 'don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth'?" he looks at her.

"when i first started, i was 14 and people never had any hope in me until i started making myself in into little girl's walls when they put up the posters and my song's started to go in the radio's." she tiltes her head to the side. "i never said anything when people critized me and the day i did, almost everyone turned their back on me."

"i remember." he nods.

"they thought they'd take me down, making me feel little again but i had gone through every stage in the industry. it's about not staying shut even if they'd hate me for it." he claps at her.

"it's such a strong song, you wordered it so beautifully."

"thank you d." she smiles. she hadn't call him that in a long while.

"the smallest man who ever lived." he says and she closes her eyes.

"it's one of the most difficult things i've ever written." she plays and drew doesn't asks her to pause it until it ends.

they look at eachother.

"i-i don't know where to start." she says.

"when did you write it?" he asks.

"every time you'd ditch me for her or for the group of them. it felt so wrong to write it but i needed to get everything out of me, i felt you were making fun of me that you were using me." she bites her lip.

"i wasn't, i'd never."

"it felt like it. it felt like now that you had found someone more intresting than me, someone less boring." he interrumpts her.

"that i'd shoot you until you were dead?" she nods yes.

"but i was dead inside already, the last shot was all it would take to take me down for real."

"what the fuck did i do to you" he lays his arms on his knees and puts his head in the.

"drew."

"no y/n/n!" he looks up. "how didn't i see what i was doing to you! how can you even have me here after what i did?"

"i don't know, i guess i still love you too much." she stands up to sit next to him and lays her head on his shoulder. "don't mortify yourself."

he looks at her. "why do you have so much empathy for me?"

she shrugges her shoulders. "why wouldn't i?"

they stayed like that for a minute until she played the next one, long story short.

"it's about the bad times, i must have written it two years ago maybe. when we survive the bad things, the people we loose, the people we gain and the betray in friendship's. the mistakes we make and the guilt we feel." he kisses her head.

"so long, london." he sighs.

"i wrote it after mack's wedding." she doesn't play it. she doesn't need to. "we have had such a good time in london, maybe one of the happiest places for me but when i went back for an interview and you stayed here, something told me the wedding we used to talk about would never happen." she fight backs the tears.

"you thought i didn't want you in my future?" she nods yes.

"you weren't fighting for me anymore, you used to." they look at each other and he places a kiss in her forehead. "i can't explain the prophecy. i don't even know how i exposed myself like that."

"it's alright." he gives her a close mouth smile.

"well abba." they giggle. "it's one of my favorite's and i couldn't believe they allowed me to cover it and put it in the album. thought it would fit in."

"well it did, my mom called to say i was an idiot." she laughs.

"sorry, she called me too. i love her."

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

he asks her to pause it.

And I'll tell you that he runs

Because he loves me.

Cause you should've seen him

When he first saw me.

Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me

"i justified what was happening, i told myself that. i told my friends that." he doesn't know what to say. "you don't have to say anything."

"i should but i'm lost at words." she looks at him.

the black dog.

"you don't have to say anything." he tolds her aand she nods.

"thank you. oh we skipped clean." she says looking at the album. "i'm not clean."

"me either." he says and looks down at her lips and looks up to her eyes again. then leans down to kiss her.

she lets him and then breaks it.

"do you want me to explain but it was fun too?"

"yeah please. espresso it's such a bop."

"sab called me to tell me they wanted to do a ft to the song after it went out and i said yes." she smiles. "it's really a fun song."

"she's obssesed with something she'll never be (me)." he laughs out loud and she does too. "you were mean with that one."

"she's lucky i didn't drop her name or said much more mean things. she could never be me."

"she'll never be." it makes her smile.

"well i can do it with a broken heart, i had shows when we broke up and i was wrecked and still performed. the show must go on." she dismisses the meaning of it all.

"written all over your face is about me?" he asks.

"yeah kinda the label didn't let me put fucking instead of loving in the song." he laughs. "what? we had a moment, fighting and fucking. that was a good time even tho we were mad at each other."

"indeed it was." they both reminiscing the time. "hit's different is a good one too."

"the fans love it. i wasn't going to put it out but someone filtrated it and they loved it so it was put on the album."

and then the one she didn't want to reach. so american.

"you thought you were in love with..." he bites his inner cheek.

"it was exciting, not love. it was new, he's older and a secret." she looks at him. "had never been with a british guy, it was fun and he called me american all the time."

now it was akward.

"thank you for going through it with me." drew says.

"thank you for being intrested." she squeezes his thigh.

"do you want to have lunch?" he tries to lighten up the mood.

"sure what do you want to eat?"

"i can go pick up something from that place you like." she smiles at his words.

"sure, i'll go pick up piggy in the mean time."

once he's gone and before leaving the house. she post's on instagram [the gang]

text. girl groupchat

maddie "what????? is he still in your house??? why did you post him????"

maddie "so you did fuck last night hahaha"

car "of course she did."

bailey "..."

and drew's phone started to blow up too.

brooke "the hell???? [instagram post.]

mom "brookie sent me this"

austin "dude!!!! i miss one reunion and what the hell happened?"

he's confused until he opens what brooke sent's him and smiles to himself.

maybe she would give him a chance.

[bialejaja]

Remember that I said that maybe I'll post next page of the leshy's backstory??

YEAAAHHH no.

I had a VERY BUSY day so I wasn't able to finish 🥲, I might post a sketch or two of me trying diffreant techniques of drawing and stuff

But for now you guys get part 2 of my Kallamar collection

Here's uhhh- a shrine... In progress.. I swear I'm normal

Also I made myself a shirt and finished the plate

I also got myself a ring that reminds me of Kallamar

Currently I am making a mug with Kallamar and also a tentacle to hold my jewelry which I'll put into the shrine.

So uhhh yeah. I've been told that's called an obssesion... BUT I'M NORMAL ABOUT HIM I SWEAR 😭 (I'm not)

[arthur-lesters-music-stand]

Hi I voted for my boy John and I saw your propaganda may i please have just like. Anything parker or parkthur. Doodle, fanfic , I do not care I'm still mourning the butcher vs. Parker poll :,3

Admittedly, I voted on the other side of the aisle from you (Butcher supremacy), but it was tough, and I respect the grind of the Parker fanbase! For that, here's a bittersweet piece on the OG boys, pre-canon!

The Summer Night

Fandom: Malevolent

Pairing: Parker Yang/Arthur Lester (Mostly, why am I allergic to writing straightforward shipping? I swear I like these men together)

Archive warnings: None

Rating: Teen and up

Summary:

Arthur has a bad night. Parker isn't really sure he knows how to help, but dammit if he's going to let his partner face it alone.

Word Count: 879

Trigger/Content Warnings: Hurt/comfort, inebriation, depression, implied loss of a child.

Author's note:

The title and poetry are from Mary Oliver's, "The Summer Day". I highly recommend reading that alone before the fic if you haven't already! You can now read this on my new AO3 account! Otherwise, please enjoy this piece below the cut, and be sure to check John vs. Noel in the Malevolent Sexyman Poll run by @megamindsupremacy! And please, if you liked this fic and want to request more, simply screenshot proof of your vote for John Doe! (No guarantees I'll necessarily get it out while the poll is still active lol, but I appreciate the fandom engagement nonetheless!).

Beta read by @icarus-is-obssesed, thank you once again for your support!

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

Arthur wheeled a glass of whiskey around in circles on its edge, steeped in contemplation. It perspired in the late-June heat, even at this hour of the night.

Parker knew the look: eyebrows knit, jaw set, and shoulders hunched close together. He sighed, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen of their apartment. It could only mean one thing.

A bad night, which led to drinking, which led to thinking about her again.

Or, maybe it didn’t happen in that order. Did it really matter?

This grasshopper, I mean--

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Arthur’s hands began to shake. Innocence, precious life, potential—all wasted because of his careless mistakes.

Parker was suddenly at the kitchen island, next to Arthur’s barstool. Parker gingerly took the glass from his friend’s long and delicate fingers. He knocked the last of the shot back, then put the glass in the sink. He hooked his arm around Arthur’s back and lifted him up. “C’mon, partner. Let’s get you to bed where you belong.”

Arthur swung his other arm around Parker and buried his face in his shoulder, embracing him in an unexpected, drunken hug. He’d normally never exhibit such naked tenderness, not even to him, but…

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

Arthur choked back a sob.

Parker tensed, but brought him in closer anyway.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.

He just hoped that if someone was listening, they would help his friend. He couldn’t do it right—he’s too used to shouldering his way through problems in life; he pushes until something snaps, either in a way that makes things break or fall into place.

That wouldn’t work on Artie.

Artie needed to work at his own pace, on his time, with his say-so. As long as he got up in the morning and did his job, that was fine by Parker. But, he had to admit, it killed him to see his friend like this.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Parker squeezed Artie tight. He murmured a few words about getting a good night’s rest and worrying about their tough caseload tomorrow. They stumbled through the apartment together, as though on three out of four left feet.

Parker didn’t really do the whole “gentle coaxing” thing, but somehow found it within himself to gently talk Artie into undressing anyway. Stripped to his boxers, he fell onto the bed without feeling it.

Parker worked the bedsheet, tucked neatly into place from the bed being made in the morning, out from under Artie’s dead weight, then draped it across him. Artie acknowledged its presence by closing his eyes and nothing more.

Parker ran a hand through his own hair and pursed his lips, tapping his foot and watching with bated breath.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

He stripped his own clothes off, a faint sheen of sweat from the humid night sticking to the fabric. How Artie could stand it on top of drinking himself dizzy, Parker would never understand.

Silently, he finished turning the apartment in for the night. He went room by room to shut off the lights; cracked the windows open for a chance at a cooling breeze; double-checked the locks on every door and safe.

At last, he reentered that dark room, Artie’s sleeping form haloed softly by the moonlight sneaking in through the window shades. At least, he was fairly certain he was asleep. Parker slipped into his half of the bed without a sound, and pulled the sheets over himself without disturbing Artie’s side. Yet, Artie still let out a sigh of contentment when Parker pressed his lips to his forehead to kiss him goodnight.

If only Parker actually had the words to ease the pain.

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

He couldn’t say that. Even if he knew it to be true, a rule to live by, what use would it be to his partner? What a terrible thing to say to a man lost in grief.

Parker tilted his head into his pillow for a better look at his partner. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t. Parker reached out a hand and caressed Artie’s face with all the tenderness he knew he deserved.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

With your one wild and precious life?

“It better be something good, pal,” Parker whispered, half to himself. He scooted a little closer, ignoring the growing heat building between their bodies, and breathed in Artie’s scent. Parker, for all his principles about pragmatism, could get used to this. “You and me? We ain’t ever gonna hit bedrock again.”

[xoxovanillq]

I saw you asking for Felix catton request so I’m gonna give you some ideas for you to write.

https://www.tumblr.com/i-cant-sing/731950763422760960/okay-but-i-need-yall-to-help-me-figure-out-the?source=share

Tell me that’s not Felix catton like think about it this man fall in love with the reader so hard to point where it can be yandere he’s never truly know love (romantic wise) cause he’s usually being lusted after because of his looks,money,title and popularity but when he saw reader he felt something that’s he never felt before and when reader and Felix have a fully established relationship but she decided to break up with him for whatever reason when I tell you Felix. Has. Gone.Rouge I mean this screaming,crying,sliding down the wall cause the one person who he truly loved just broke up with him without even giving a chance to fully register like this man thinks about jumping of roof just to get your attention and his family I mean they see how he is after the whole break up and they try to bribe reader into getting back together with him to stop the emotional turmoil but when the reader and Felix does get back together all is forgiven you would’ve forgot this man even did that whole break up and went right back to a lover boy.

Girl I damn near wrote fic myself😭 I will request more Felix catton but maybe not as detailed pls and thank you

Velvet and Lace

Pairing- Felix Catton x Fem Reader

Warnings- Obssesion, bribery, yandere tendencies, alcohol use, drug use

Word Count- 2.2k

Felix loved you. Like, really loved you, to the point of near obsession, so when you broke up with him, naturally, he acted like it was the end of the world.

"Felix, I'm sorry, I- I just can't do this anymore." You'd explained as he stared at you with clenched fists. He decided in that moment that he wasn't going to give you up, and once he got back to his dorm, tears dripping from his eyes, he sent a message to his mum.

"I need you to help me get her back." That was all it said, simple, easy, but the plan immediately begun.

It started with small gifts left inside your dorm. A gold locket with his photo inside, pearl earrings that must've cost a small fortune, and it didn't take you long to realize who's work it was.

"Felix, you need to stop leaving gifts in my room." You said sternly when you saw him wandering around campus the next morning.

"What do you mean, luv? I thought you'd appreciate the gifts." He says, voice soft and innocent as ever, batting his long eyelashes at you.

"You need to move on, Felix." You explain, stern tone not wavering, even at the sight of his incredibly sad face.

After that, the gifts began to slow down, but little did you know, Felix had something bigger in store.

"Well, how do I ensure she'll actually come?" Felix questions his mum over the phone, laying in the plush sheets in the bed of his large dorm, a sweater you had left as his dorm once laid beside him, nose buried deep in it.

"Bribe her, darling, tell her you'll give her some money if she goes." Elspeth says with a chuckle, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"How much should I offer her?" Felix asks, tone desperate and longing.

"As much as she needs to go, I just want you to be happy, darling." Elspeth says with a faux calmness to her tone.

The next morning, you woke up to a card sitting on your windowsill.

"Dearest Darling,

I would like you to know that you are invited to my families estate for the summer. It would be a shame if you didn't join us, considering I'm willing to pay any amount for you to tag along with us. Please meet me at our spot at 9pm to further discuss

Your love,

Felix Catton."

Your heart rate began to pick up, the extents of Felix's obsessive tendencies, the original reason you broke up, were beginning to show even more. You were stuck, there was a part of you that knew that he'd make you go no matter what, but you feared what he would do, but on the other hand, you desperately needed the money. You were only at Oxford thanks to a full ride scholarship, and you were barely able to afford dinner. You'd be a fool not to go with, and Felix knew that.

Although every inch of your body was screaming for you not to, you made your way to the lake just off campus, arriving promptly at 9pm to see Felix pacing back and forth, head in his hands.

"Felix, I'm here." You call out, voice raised slightly to ensure he hears you.

"Oh, darling, you're here, I'm sorry that this is the state you found me in." He replies after picking his face up from his hands and approaching you. He had that stunning smile on his face, the one that still made you weak in the knees. He reaches out to stroke your cheek with his thumb, causing you to pull back the tiniest bit.

"Felix, just get to it, I'm only here to talk. How much are you offering me?" You state with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, how about we start with 750 Pounds?" (roughly $10,000 USD) Felix says, pulling a small gasp out of you.

"750? What about 900?" (about $12,000 USD) You negotiate, keeping your tone flat.

"900 it is then, darling, looks like we'll be spending the summer together." Felix speaks cheerfully, but there's an unsettling tone beneath it that makes your skin crawl, but hey, money is money.

Before you knew it, a few weeks had passed, and Felix was sat on your bed in your dorm room, helping you pack for Saltburn.

"Don't overpack, mum has already bought lots of gorgeous pieces for you." Felix explains, watching as you fold and roll a sundress before placing it into the suitcase he had so generously purchased for you.

"How does your mum know my size?" You question, turning around to meet his eyes for a moment.

"I worked my magic, luv." He replies, flashing you a smile. All of this was still a bit unsettling, but you could get over it. "Now, you do realize you can't just ignore me all summer while take my money and amenities, correct?"

"Wasn't necessarily planning on it, Felix." You reply with an exasperated sigh, turning back to your suitcase to finish up packing. You reach for a pair of panties from the drawer, just to be met with a tutting noise from Felix.

"No need, I had our drawers filled with the most beautiful lingerie." Felix says with a slimy grin that fills you with some odd combination of lust and disgust.

"Noted." You reply in that same exasperated tone, then promptly shut your suitcase and zip it up.

"No need for toiletries either, luv, mum already bought you the finest makeup and body products." Felix reassures, getting up to place a large hand in the center of your back as you set your suitcase upright.

Soon enough, you found yourself in the lavish mansion of Saltburn, honestly, mansion didn't seem like a worthy enough word for the large building sitting on the acres and acres of sprawling land.

"Well, let's head up to our room, darling, then we need to pick you out a dress for dinner." Felix states, helping you up one of the many grand staircases, a large, warm hand resting heavy on your lower back, steady, guiding. You had become a bit more comfortable with him again, beginning to remember why you even dated him in the first place.

You eventually arrived in the room, looking at the grand bed in the center of the room, a bottle of wine that probably cost more than your rent and two gorgeous wine glasses sat on the bedside table. Felix wandered over to the closet, opening it up to reveal loads of gorgeous dresses and a couple suits.

"Here, darling, pick out a dress for dinner." Felix says, his voice soft and low with admiration. He proceeded to pull out a long, black silk dress with a high slit. "Personally, I think you'd look stunning in this, luvie." He says, raising his eyebrows a bit.

"I guess that's the one then." You say quietly, still looking around the room a bit, feeling small in the large, lavish room.

"What's goin' on, hun?" Felix says softly, placing the dress on the bed and moving up behind you, placing his hands on your hips, pulling you back to his chest.

"I just- don't belong here, this is all too rich for me."  You explain with a small sigh, turning around to place your hands on his chest.

"Your with me, luvie, you belong." Felix reassures, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Now, go put that dress on, and I'll pick out a nice set for you to wear beneath." He teases, giving your ass a playful swat. 

You grabbed the dress, and he busied himself with finding a suit while you slipped off your clothes and slid on the silky dress. The material felt cooling on your skin, soothing despite the anxiety that still filled your chest at the thought of spending the whole summer with Felix and his obsessive tendencies.

"Ready darling?" Felix said, making you turn around to face him. He was now in a handsome black tux, smiling at you like you hung the stars, and in his eyes, you did. You give him a soft nod, then take his hand, allowing him to lead you back downstairs and into the large dining room.

You sat across from him, his eyes flitting up to meet yours occasionally, and soon enough, Felix's parents came down, settling regally at the heads of the table.

"So, you must be y/n, very nice to meet the girl my dearest Felix is head over heels for." Elspeth said, her voice oozing with the same elegance that her presence matched. This comment causes Felix to chuckle softly, his eyes flitting up to meet your face.

"It's very nice to meet you as well, ma'am." You say in your most polite, respectful tone, causing Felix to give you a subtle nod from across the table.

"What a polite girl, Felix, much nicer than some of the others you've brought home." Elspeth muses with a chuckle, causing Felix to grimace a bit. "Well, let us get on with dinner." She promptly says, and Felix reaches across the table to hold your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

Felix kept your hand in his for the rest of dinner, giving it a light squeeze whenever he noticed discomfort on your face. Eventually, the extravagant dinner slowed, coming to end.

"We're going to retire to our room." Felix announced, rising from his chair and making his way to the other side of the grand oak table to help you up and out of your chair. He takes your hand and leads you through the maze-like halls and back to your bedroom.

Once you arrive at the large bedroom, Felix sidles up behind you, wrapping his large arms around your midsection. 

"Shall we open that bottle of wine?" He whispers into your ear, low and romantic, hands roaming about your body, scrunching up the fabric around your hips until the slit shows off the lacy fabric that lies beneath. Felix pulls you with him, pushing you back so you're laid out on the soft mattress contained by the large, four post bed. He then proceeds to grab the bottle of wine, removing the cork and pouring a glass for the each of you. He hands you your own glass, then raises his in a toast. "To you, being back in my arms where you belong." He says with a smile, his large frame looming over you as he touches your glasses together in a cheers before taking a long sip, pulling away and closing his eyes, savoring the taste. You, on the other hand, take a tentative sip. You'd never been much of a fan of wine, but you figured you'd have to get use to the bitter taste this summer, considering you were also served wine with dinner. "How is it, darling?" Felix questions, returning his now-empty glass to the night stand.

"Well, I'm not much of a fan of wine, but it is quite nice." You respond before taking another tentative sip.

"Well, maybe you'd fancy sharing a blunt instead?" Felix offers with a cheeky smile, opening up a drawer on the nightstand to reveal a tin full of a couple pre-rolled blunts.

"See, now that is more my speed." You say, a smile beginning to grow on your face. Sure, Felix's obsessive tendencies were quite off-putting, but you were beginning to remember why you fell in love with him in the first place. 

"Give me a moment, my love, this isn't quite the most comfortable outfit known to man." Felix charms, stripping off his clothing until he was left in nothing but his boxers, the tanned planes of his muscular chest on display. As he began to light the blunt, you decided to follow in his path, slipping the dress off of yourself, revealing the gorgeous black silk set you'd chosen to wear beneath. Felix smiled, rubbing a hand up your leg as he takes a hit of the blunt. His eyes flutter shut as the smoke fills his lungs, then leans forward to blow it back into your awaiting mouth. Felix the settles on the bed beside you, sprawling out, passing the blunt to you.

The two of you continued like that for a while, passing the blunt back in forth in silence, occasionally shotgunning the smoke into the others mouth, until your eyelids began to feel heavy, and your body began to drift closer to his, cuddling up close to Felix's warm figure. Your eyes eventually shut, allowing Felix to bask in your presence, stroking a hand through your hair. He almost felt a little bad for it, but Felix knew you had ruined him. He knew, that you would be his for the rest of time. Whether you liked it or not.

[broken-heart-raven-queen]

❤People you'd like to get to know better❤

Thanks for tagging me @detectivebambam ♡♡♡♡

Last song: New Song by Mäneskin. They are my favorite band at the moment sharing first place with MCR

Favorite color: Blue, fun fact: I dye my hair blue since 2018.

Currently Watching: Futurama s11. One of my friends shared with me her password for the sole purpose of watching it bcs I'm a Futurama girl. I also just finished Carol & The End of the World and wanna watch Heaven Official's Blessing s2 next.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet. I have a very sweet tooth, sometimes I just do breakfast and "merienda" (I think there's no word in english for this but just picture ir s a 4/5 pm breakfast) and wait for dinner [don't do it hahaha]

Relationship status: So single my only partners are fictional characters.

Current obssesion: AFTG (shocker I know), JLA books, also Grey's anatomy bcs my tktok is full of it and I had never watched it before but it just got... something idk. Uh, and I think learning lenguages count because it's something I always liked but took it normally until a couple of weeks that I started to try to learn a litte bit of russian in youtube and signed for german and italian in college for the next few months despite not needing them to graduate.

I'm slowly getting back into ATLA too, maybe I rewatch it for the fifth time soon to compare to the live action (that I'm too scared to watch)

Last thing you googled: The name of an english bookstore in my city bcs they sell books cheaper than the "normal" ones and I wanted to compare a price in wich a girl was trying to sell Small Favors to see if it was nore convenient buying it second hand or not

I'm tagging @softnala @cultpastorkevin @sixofcrowsincorrectquotes @stabbyfoxandrew but no pressure to do it. I know it wss originally for 9 people but Idk much people here yet.

🌟🥰

[gender-snatched]

hiya! i normally wouldn’t do this but u said to send asks, so here you go! i just finished reading your family ties series on ao3 and i just want to say i am well and truly OBSSESED. I would love to know more about Kate and Aimee and Cordelia and Reagan and any of your other oc’s!!! i really really like them, and have 1000% accepted the whole family into my iwtv perception. in your notes on your last published fic in the series you mentioned writting a fic about cordelia and armand, and i think that would just be the coolest fucking thing!!! i totally get writers block and being busy with actually having a life and losing interest in a fandom, so i absolutely get why you haven’t published any more of the series, although i wanna let you know that if you did post more you would probably be mobbed by your fan base overnight out of pure excitement. meant as sincerely as possible tho no pressure! anyways, would love to hear more about your characters and your interpretation of the iwtv characters!!! :)))

Thank you so much!! I am working on the next installation i promise 😅 college is kicking my ass but I'm hoping it's worth it — we're getting some Daniel and Kate! I'm so glad you're enjoying it 😊😊😊

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"YOU JUST HAD TO ASK"

A story inspired by Logan and my obssesion with taking of his belt with my teeth

I hope you like it! 🖤💛🖤

The team meeting was being tedious that day. Jean watched the professor intently, as he explained the plan they were to carry out that afternoon to rescue a couple of mutants from an experimentation center.

While he was talking, Cristel couldn't stop looking at Logan. That day he was wearing tight jeans that hugged his strong legs, adorned by a belt around his hips.

The problem was no longer the pants themselves (which were also) but the fucking belt.

Cristel wanted… no, NEEDED to take it off, to feel the rough feel of the material on her fingers as she did so. Maybe later she would get creative, tying his hands with it to the headboard of the bed above his head.

The intensity of her thoughts made the teacher stop his explanation for a few moments and Jean turned to look at her with a half-smile on his face, which could only mean one thing:

Her thoughts were so intense that even without wanting to, the intensity of them caused both of them to hear them.

"Aquarius," Charles called her (by her superheroine name), "I must ask you to control your thoughts from now on," he said, making her blush violently.

"I'm so sorry, Professor, that wasn't my intention," she murmured, he nodded.

"I know," she said, looking at the rest of them. "We're done, you can go."

Cristel looked away for a moment at Logan, before quickly heading towards the classroom exit. She went out into the garden, where she could breathe fresh air.

It didn't take long for her to feel Logan's firm steps approaching her. She couldn't bear to talk to him after the embarrassing moment she had been through, but at the same time she didn't want to seem disrespectful by running away from him, so she did what she did best: she used her mutation to turn into water.

She watched as Logan approached where she was lying in a puddle on the floor.

Her face was reflected on the surface. He didn't give up. He sat down next to her and began to talk. Any normal person would think he was talking to himself, but even though Aquaria was nothing more than a liquid mass, her ears worked perfectly.

-Hey Kid - he began - I don't know what happened in there, but whatever it is, you know you can tell me - he said, his soft voice made Cristel's heart warm pleasantly - it must have been something intense - he continued - a thought powerful enough for Charles and Jean to hear at the same time - he looked at her - Are any of your classmates bothering you in class? -she questioned- Or is it because of a boy? -she growled, and by all the gods was that jealousy she detected in her voice? It was not possible- I swear that if Bobby ever gets his hands on you again, this time I will pierce his frozen heart with my claws

She returned to her original form, making Logan look at her closely. She must be one of the few people who found her mutation fascinating apart from the professor.

His gaze fell on her hair and her wet clothes. That was the downside of being able to turn into water. Luckily it was sunny that day, which made it easy for her to dry off.

She looked away at him, her green eyes shining due to the sunlight. She swallowed hard looking at his belt, before fixing her gaze on the immensity in front of them.

-Bobby hasn't touched me since that," she said, referring to their painful breakup, "so you can rest easy, it's not any guy's fault."

-"I'm glad to hear it," she confessed, "I wouldn't want to use my claws to kill some jerk," she said, making him laugh.

She gathered her courage before beginning to explain herself.

-Logan, I… -she swallowed hard before continuing- what happened before had to do with you.

-With me? -he raised his eyebrows in surprise- Have I done something wrong?

-No -she said quickly- it's… -she blushed violently- your belt.

Logan's clear eyes began to darken slowly. His voice dropped four octaves when he asked:

-What's wrong with him? -he wanted to know-

-I was just… thinking about what it would be like to touch it- he confessed, looking down at the ornament placed in front- I like the decoration they have- he said- you always choose the most unusual ones- he pressed his lips shyly- I love them

-Princess- he whispered, placing a lock of her hair behind her ear- you know what it means to take off my belt, right?- he questioned, she nodded-

Logan gently held her chin, making her gaze focus on his face.

-If you wanted to see me naked, you just had to ask- he smiled, bringing his face closer to hers, but without kissing her- I'll show you all my belts- he promised- and then I'll let you take them off. How does that sound uh?

-Logan, please - he murmured, looking at her mouth. -

-My girl - he growled - always so impatient - he said, kissing the corners of her lips, torturing her - don't worry - he reassured her - I'll give you what you need.

[rainbowrass]

I had a dream about Gdragon this night.

I dreamt that me and my mom (I'm 28)

Wen't to see Gdragon perform on stage.

It was weird because me and my mom has only traveled one time before together.

I was there hoping he would see me in the crowd because I have feelings for him... but I knew the chance were slim...I shifted between having good self confidence to thinking I wasn't better than anyone else.

Then all of a sudden he look at my direction as he was trying to take aim and throw something.

He threw a bicyckle wheel?! Towards my direction, it landed one step down from me, nobody took it...wich suprised me...I tought everyone would jump and grab it because GD had touched it but no...but then maby? I was atleast prepared to fight for it. I had to crawl under some metal bars in order to get it, when I got there there was more stuff laying near the bicyckle wheel so I tought it might had been atached to it, I think it was a journal.

I went and told my mom ...with my red cheeks that I tought he threw it towards me on purpouse because he either likes me or thinks I'm special.

Later on we were going to get autographs

For some reason I was standing there in nothing but a shirt and my underwear?? Completely oblivious that I was...I was waiting for my turn..but I think I stroke up a conversation..he was a bit ignorant...wich made me sad and confused since he had taken aim on me earlier as he threw that bicykle wheel and journal towards me...and then he was on his way away from there because the autograph signing was over and then I noticed I had no pants on...I got a bit uppset that no one had told me so I think I either turned to my mom or friend or I did turn to GD himself and raised my voice a bit saying "Why didnt you tell me I had no pants on?!"

I talked to him like he was any other ordinary person...no one else did, he went away, probobly feeling a bit attacked by my sudden outburst i tought to myself...

Afterwards I tought...maby I shouldnt have yelled at him...maby I should've treated him more respectful and royal like the other people did...then I tought to myself no...I think it was good that I treated him more equal like he is a normal person, when it all comes around why wouldn't he be able to tell someone they have lost their pants just as much as the next person. I felt in a way seeing him as an equal was more respectfull towards him then bowing and treating him like a royal (I think hes sick of that alredy)

Later on we found out that he was infact impressed by me dearing to speak up about it so he had invited us to his private party, it was him, his siblings because in my dream he had serveral, And his dad and his sister did not look like they do in reality, his sister did not even look korean she had blond pmbre hair and a white dress and his dad was quite obese and...a bit of a man-pig drinking tons of alcohol (His real family look much nicer than my dream version of them ♡)

But in my DREAM his dad was very rude towards me...and my mom was quite embarrasing she told GD about how when I fall in love I fall in love hard and get obseesed almost and after I get dumpad I get so sad and cry allot (because I really do fall in love for real) and she tried to talk GD into not falling in love with me because she didnt want me to get so sad if he would break up with me. I got angry at my mom, first of all it was all embarrising second of all I haven't even gotten close to tell GD how I felt it was weeks or months down the line I had just met him for christ sake I couldn't just blurt out that I liked him and sound like any other crazy fan...so I got sad because I tought yepp there it goes my mom just blew any little chance I had with him...and also she called me obssesed who wanna date a person that gets so inlove they almost get obssesed...

Then I remembered GD is a romantic and falls in love hard himself, and he has been looking for someone who I think feels the same way someone that really cares and loves deeply...so I tought maby he would be impressed by my moms speech instead of revolted...but later on both my mom and GD left to go somewhere?! And I was left with his dream-version-dad who looked kind of like Gus from stardew valley actually...anyway he arrogantly sat there with a glas of champagne drunk and blurted out insults at me...later on GD came back and I was sad he wasn't there maby he could've defended me from his dad...well well I tought he wasn't here so might as not tell him.

But then GD himself yelled something at me...I got really sad and now I was the one that run away crying I sat down hoping he would run after me...but he didn't...I tought to myself maby he didn't understand that I got sad...maby he didn't hear me cry...so after a while I went back.

In my head two things happened here its hard to remember what

Either he apologies explaining that he wasn't really mad at me he just took something else out on me like he was hungry or something and cranky and that made him yell.

Or he ignorered me and didnt say anything.

Either way the dream ended pretty anticlimatic with him and me not talking So much just existing near echoter and that made me sad...I wonder what the ending could've been...

I woke up missing him and his aura and voice he felt warm and nice. :)

[andy-deer]

PLS go in depth about it

I doubt my players check my tumblr so here:

It's on rough shape so bare with me.

In this world there's 4 realms or planes (I'm not too sure what to call em) and they're like sort of an onion???? it's like layers.

There's the normal realm, which we all know and love, a medieval setup with magic, classic dnd setup. With it's kingdoms and empires with regulated magic. (idfk how to name this one)

There's the gor and navzdol realms, which are sort of in the same place, really connected to the normal realm, these are thought to have been created by the god of morality, Gor being the "Good place" and Navzdol being the "Bad place", they hold spirits and demons respectively as an example. (I was unsure if I should actually write them as one big realm, two different faces of the same coin in a way)

Then there's Vmes, sort of the astral plane, I wanted it to be more like an in - between the material realm and the Onstran realm

And finally the Onstran realm, house of the gods and souls that died in the material realm.

Having said that, All of it was created by the union of life and death, they had the elements as an explanation of the planet. With dirt, ocean and such. The elements of water and Earth got married and never had children which made Earth very sad, so she asked her parent life for children and they concieved flora and fauna, the fact that water's life conceived with someone else made him so sad he started crying which created lakes, rivers and such, sort of giving us what today is this planet.

I imagine I will writing smaller deities later in time, which could perfectly be the result of a titan (elements) and Idk a dragon having a baby, or life straight up having children by itself idk.

The plot of the story is that a few oracles see a future of the undead ruling the material world and this alarms kings and governours who decide to put an end to the worship of death to avoid this future.

You see... the problem is that Gods stay strong because of worship from their grandchildren. After such measures are taken, Death is left very weak and life is, in comparison, very prosperous.

Death starts literally falling apart, making it's way to our realm, by crossing Vmes. Not only this but also souls aren't being processed as they should, there's a lot more spirits in the world that there should be and for stupid reasons they stay, instead of the normal super strong feelings that tie you to the world. (At some point I was thinking about showing just a dude who wanted to buy some milk and eggs but died falling down stupidly and couldn't get to the other side because of this unfinished business. Forever trying to buy milk and eggs but never being enough milk and eggs to get to the other side)

This tiny pieces would give origin to one of our players classes, our ranger, the lamb and the wolf, or well only the wolf, a being that is obssesed with finding his lamb, and that upon finding a child after a fresh killing and the death of the last hunter (Which very likely the wolf did himself due to them not fullfilling his duty like the lamb would) decided they were gonna be the next to fill this rol.

It would also give humans and such new information about Vmes, like new "Runes" or "words" or "glyphes" as a residue that came with the falling pieces. This new info basically permits new spells related to Vmes, like the teleportation circles but instead of one to another part of the world, to Vmes. This is highly illegal and information only military forces of huge empires have.

Which obviously someone will use to have advantage over other enemies. Certain emperor thinks "what if with this new magic we kill our enemies? We'll use a dummy to blame everything onto and one problem less in our list."

This, finally, takes us to the adventure. An ex-adventurer who desperatley wants to bring someone He lost, back. So much he gave his life (thinking about making him a phantasm) and his last party's lives to get her back.

The idea is He was after a bunch of pieces of a knife that can contain souls. For he heard from sources (That for sure have nothing to do with this emperor) that only souls can go thorugh Vmes, so a knife made out of souls could cut a hole on this layer towards the far beyond.

And he already has a book of a spell never seen before that can get you to Vmes, facilitated by some random mercenary (Who for sure has nothing to do with this emperor)

The last thing he needs is some adventurers who will get this knife for him.

The idea was to make a cut long enough for the undead to come in and fullfill the profecy but then I have some collision with realms like Navzdal. I need to ask myself where does the undead actually come from.

I need to see if dates match, tie the rest of the characters to this story (I am waiting for their backstories), properly think about Gor and Navzdol, give more thought to where the realms are situated, if the falling pieces had any more concequences and much more stuff i still haven't think about. Point out plot holes if you desire, I'm trying to fix everything I can.

[kpopsmutfactory]

Thank you so much for your request!

- Feli & Daisy.☀️🌻

(Masterlist)

BTS Reaction to their S/O liking rough sex and hickies:

♡ Seokjin ♡

I feel Seokjin would be a little unsure about this at first, mostly because he didn't want to hurt you. But once he tried it out and you made sure that you were 100% fine with everything he did- he'd go wild. Don't be surprised if he gets all obssesed with you calling him daddy and punishing you for every little thing you do, always calling you a bad girl. ;)) I also don’t see him minding hickeys that much and he probably would leave some here and there, but I don’t think he’d be especially into you leaving them on him. Not that he’d dislike it, he likes any pleasure you give him, they’d just have to be hidden. But except all of that and how rough he may be, he'd be the king of aftercare and once he "breaks out" of his character he'll ask you if you were okay 737282 and always make sure that he didn't hurt you for real. Because after all, you're his S/O and he cares and loves you so soo much!

♡ Yoongi ♡

Okay so in most reactions I've read about Yoongi in bed, people seem to think of him as a rough daddy which I'm sure he could be capable of being BUT- being the laid back and lazy person he is in his spare time, I don't see him turning into a monster in bed THAT easily like, something needs to trigger him. For example, if he's getting jealous- I bet that he wouldn't have a problem pinning his S/O down and fucking them like there's no tomorrow, whispering extremely sinful things in their ears about how he's the only one who can make them feel this good. But if nothing special had happened I still him being dom and in control yes, but not necessarily 24/7, he’d be a soft dom most of the time . Though, if he knew that his S/O enjoyed it, he'd of course put in some effort because your his S/O and he loves you a bunch! But if you didn't enjoy it he probably wouldn't be rough too often. And about hickeys- he really doesn't mind them at all and I feel like he's the type to lazily suck a hickey on your neck or collarbone while watching a movie or something. I don't see him as someone who thinks hickeys has to be connected to only sex, he just likes the way they look on your skin and he also loves leaving them in visible places you people would see that you're taken hehe. ;)))

♡ Namjoon ♡

Okay, here's another one that has been called a daddy in most reactions I've read about him in these situations. And as mentioned with Yoongi- yes, I do believe that Namjoon could give his S/O a few spanks, pinning them down fuck them so hard they'd struggle to walk the next day. BUT- that's not his standard mode lol. To me- he's a big adorable baby who's also very clumsy and when I think about him having sex I don't picture him as a super rough daddy haha. He likes to be dominant and take the lead yes, but he's still somewhat soft and wants to make sure that you're okay in between. Altough, as I mentioned with Jin, I picture him being really good with aftercare especially if he went a little too rough some night. He'd be lowkey embarrassed afterwards, such a baby hehe. And about hickeys- he leaves them sometimes because he knows that you enjoy them, but wouldn't really be all hyped about them yet he wouldn't dislike them if that makes sense omg (sorry for being all over the place while writing these ahh). He'd enjoy leaving some on your shoulders and inner thighs.

♡ Hoseok ♡

This man is such a secret (not so much) dom don’t even argue with me. He loves being rough with you, but always makes sure you’re okay with everything and his aftercare is sO good. He loves trying new things with you in the bedroom and rough sex is one of his favorites. I think he’d be into hickeys and neck kisses, but it wouldn’t be like, a kink of his, at least not his biggest kink because let’s be honest he’s probably got a long list of kinks. But if you’re really into them, then he’s really into them too. He’s all about you having a good time. Don’t get me wrong though, he is the BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE.

♡ Jimin ♡

Okay so can we all agree that Jimin loves neck kisses, he loves receiving them and he loves giving them. So to me, I think it’s a given that likes hickeys as well. He might even flaunt them if he had some, proud that he belonged to you and finding them quite sexy, on both you and himself. I was kind of unsure if he’d be rough or not. I mean, I can see him being a dom, if that’s what you’re really into. Like Hoseok, I think even more so, Jimin is about pleasing you. If you want him to fuck you til’ you can’t walk- Oh he’ll fuck you til’ you can’t walk.

♡ Taehyung ♡

This baby would be so c o n f u s e d (at least at first). He didn’t really understand why you’d like getting roughed around. But once you've explained your kinks and whatever you might enjoy, he'd be down for it. After all you're his princess/prince and all he wants to do is please you. He wouldn’t completely get it until you guys had rough sex for the first time though, then he’d be completely sold and I feel he’d probably like it even more than you. Although aftercare always follows rough sex. He’d draw you a bath and give you a massage if you wanted to, but he’d have to hold back a little, already being ready for round two. When it comes to hickeys I feel like he would enjoy leaving hickeys on you, but mostly on places that weren’t visible, like your thighs and other places ;). He wants the hickeys he leaves to be your guys little secret. He likes knowing he’s the only one who gets to see you like that.

♡ Jungkook ♡

Jungkook would probably be very confused and shy about it at first, especially if you guys hadn't been dating for too long. He's already nervous about "normal" sex, so the thought of rough sex would lowkey make him freak out haha. But if you introduce it to him and tell him about what exactly you like, I'm sure he'd be fine with it in the end. He just needs to get used to it, and as he sees that you really enjoy sex this way- he'd be down for it. His main goal is to please you so! And hickeys- sure thing. As mentioned with Yoongi, Jungkook would probably like the way they look on you too. They don’t really have to be connected with sex and to me he just seems like a person who would find it kind of cozy to make a little mark on you at the in the most random situations- not around his hyungs though hahah.

[kmp78]

No offense K but you seem quite obssesed with weight and what others eat or do with their body, you project your own insecurities and aspirations onto others, Fakery is normal and has for a long time she even looks wider than the woman she's standing next to, that has way more finer features and a shape, Fakery just has ugly chicken legs but elsewhere she's average, she might be bullimic to keep her weight but she doesn't look too thin or anorexic, just your run of the mill fumigated white trash

I'M the one obsessed with weight and other people's bodies. 🤔

Meanwhile YOU JUST WROTE ALL THAT. 👆