#love going from not wanting to leave my bed cause i wanna die to not wanting to leave my bed cause i feel like lead

[quasieli]

Can I ever catch a break? The last month has been absolute garbage and ofc just when I start to feel the slightest bit okay, I get sick! I went outside once in the past week and I masked! What the fuck!

[cameronsprincess]

hiii i wanna request!

so like rafe and reader are fwb and he goes over to her house right without her knowing and he goes to her room. guess what he hears??? reader fucking jj but rafe cant get in cause the doors lock so hes all mad cause readers calling jj daddy. rafes just like >:( right but hes soooo hard at the same time... idk thought it was hot 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

warnings: smut! 18+ unprotected sex, threesome, daddy kink, degrading, creampie, oral (m receiving).

note —this was hot, and i sort of took it in a different direction! this is my first threesome fic so bare with me while i get better at it! <3 love me some rafe and jj smut 🥵

“Fuck, feels s’good daddy! Please let me cum!”

JJ continues his harsh thrusts into you, his swollen pink tip scraping against your cervix with every rut of his hips.

You had felt slightly bad that you were currently laid face down, ass high up in the air for JJ, when you knew Rafe was possessive over you, but the two of you were just fuck buddies, nothing more, nothing less, so what was the harm right?

Whimpers and whines fall from your lips, the coil tightening in your belly, your impending orgasm threatening to burst from you.

You feel JJ’s thrusts growing sloppy, his ringed hand pressed flat against your lower back, making your back arch more while the other tightly gripped at your hip. You’re about to burst when you hear someone clear their throat, your head turning toward your bedroom door- that you’d stupidly left wide open- where you find Rafe.

JJ continues his assault on your cunt, unaware that you had someone watching the two of you. Rafe’s darkened over stare was burning into you, and you couldn’t seem to pull your eyes away from him.

Your eyes trailed down, landing on his painfully obvious hard-on, his hand lightly grasping at it through his jeans, trying to adjust himself.

“Fuck, keep going JJ, just like that!”

Rafe groans, his hands fiddling with his belt as he begins taking long strides toward you and JJ.

“Fuck, she’s being such a good girl, isn’t she Maybank?”

JJ’s grip on your hips falter, his head whipping in the direction of Rafe’s voice. He quickly pulls himself from you, making you whine at the loss of the stretch he was awarding you with.

“Fuck, what uh, what’re you doing here?!”

Rafe chuckles darkly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it the side. JJ begins tripping over his own feet, struggling to gather his clothes from the floor but Rafe’s demanding tone stops him in his tracks.

“Nah, don’t leave Maybank. She wants to act like a slut and fuck us both? Let’s give her what she wants”

JJ’s face twists into one of shock, an amused smirk twisting onto his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, continue your thing man, gonna fuck her pretty throat raw”

You watch the interaction unfold, confusion written on your face as Rafe pulls his pants and boxers down his legs in one fell swoop.

A gasp falls from you when JJ sheaths himself inside you again without warning, his ringed fingers digging into your hips again as he pounded himself into you.

You feel the bed dip in, Rafe’s erect cock coming into your eyesight and making you salivate. He takes his hand, harshly gripping at your cheeks and forcing your eyes on him, “Open that pretty mouth baby”

You quickly obey, opening your mouth wide for him, your tongue stuck out as you waited on him to fill your throat.

He slaps your tongue with his dick, his free hand making its way into your hair as he tightly pulls.

“Rafe-,” you begin to beg him to stop teasing, but the words die on your tongue when he forcefully pushes himself into your mouth.

You begin gagging around him, his tip harshly beating at the back of your throat while JJ continues harshly pushing himself into your cunt.

You have tears streaming down your face, the immense pleasure you felt from JJ fucking himself into you mixed with the pain of Rafe’s cock pushing harshly into your throat making your mind go hazy.

“Such a good little slut, isn’t she JJ?”

JJ groans, his hips stuttering as he sloppily ruts his hips into your backside, “Fuck, yes. Taking us both so good, gonna be so fucking drunk on our cocks when we’re done with her”

Rafe tightens the grip in your hair, pushing you further down his length, keeping himself still as you gagged around him, pools of spit falling from the sides of your mouth.

JJ’s hips begin to stutter, you’re warm inner walls clenching around him and sucking him in further.

“Gonna fucking fill this pretty pussy up, you want that baby? Wanna be dripping with my cum?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, humming in response. Rafe tightly wraps his fingers in your hair, pulling you off of his cock, strings of spit attached to your mouth and his cock.

Rafe lightly taps at your cheek, “Maybank asked you a question, be a good fucking whore and answer him”

You turn your head slightly, eyes meeting JJ’s, “Y-Yes daddy, want you to cum inside me, fill me up please!”

JJ’s tongue sticks out the side of his mouth, a shit eating grin on his face as he finally reaches his release, the hot ropes of his cum painting your inner walls.

You scream out in pleasure, your own release quickly approaching. “Gonna cum, J”

Rafe tsks, moving off the bed and walking to stand behind you and JJ, “My turn, Maybank”

JJ nods his head, pulling his cock from inside you and rounding the bed. Rafe flips your body, your back hitting the mattress. He begins lining himself with your entrance, pulling low whines from you, your pussy overstimulated from the abuse JJ had already given you.

“Rafe, please, can’t take it”

JJ chuckles darkly, his hand rubbing your cheek as his blue eyes meet Rafe’s.

“That’s too bad baby, you’re gonna let him fuck you, and you’re gonna love it”

Rafe sinks himself inside you, the fat head of his cock hitting at your g-spot instantly and making your hips buck up.

“Feels so fucking good baby, fuck” Rafe breathes out as he begins thrusting into you slowly.

“Rafe, please, let me cum!”

Rafe begins pushing himself into you faster, harder, you’re a babbling mess, your brain short circuiting as Rafe continues his assault.

“Gonna have you dripping with mine and Maybank’s cum baby, gonna fucking let everyone know you’re our girl”

You’re whining, tears streaming down your face as the coil in your belly begins burning, threatening to burst from you despite Rafe’s demands not to.

JJ has one hand cupping your cheek, placing sweet and soft kisses to your lips while his other hand lightly massages at your tits. “Doing so good baby, such a good girl for us” JJ praises.

“You wanna cum? Fucking beg for it, beg me to let you cum” Rafe demands, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chases his own high.

You begin choking out sobs, JJ’s fingers stimulating your nipples with pinches and pulls, the other hand swiping your hair from your sweat slicked forehead, while Rafe was being much more aggressive, his hips pounding into you, making you whimper and scream out moans.

“He asked you a question sweetheart, s’not nice to ignore him”

You squeeze your eyes shut, choked pleas falling from your lips, “P-Please, let me cum daddy! Please, i’ll be a g-good girl”

Rafe blows out a sharp breath, his bottom lip brought harshly between his teeth, “Mmm, okay, cum all over daddy’s cock, you’ve been a good little girl, so you can cum”

Rafe’s words sent you spiraling over the edge, your pussy squeezing at him tightly as you came all around his cock, your creamy release mixed with JJ’s leaving a white ring around Rafe’s cock.

Rafe grunts, a string of curses falling from his lips as he begins filling you up with his hot cum.

Rafe thrusts inside you a few more times, pushing all the cum deep inside of you before he pulls himself out.

You hear Rafe darkly laugh, his fingers swiping through your folds to gather the cum that’s seeping from you, “Look at that JJ, she’s fucking dripping with our cum”

JJ laughs, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips before he leans his head forward, his eyes taking in the sight of your abused cunt dripping with his and Rafe’s cum, “I think I like the sight of that, we should do this more often, it was fun” JJ smirks, his amused expression meeting Rafe’s.

“I agree, this was fun. She’s our girl now, ain’t that right baby?”

TAGS FOR RAFE & JJ: @rafeism @drewstarkeyslut @moremaybank @thelomlisrafecameron @lizcameron @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @unsaidjaelinrose @r1vrsefx @rafetopia @jjmaybankisbae @rafescokenostril @starkeypankowsbae @lyndys @jscameron @jjsmarijuana @presleyanswrites (just tagged a few from both my rafe and jj taglists, if i missed you i’m sorry!)

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[billskeis]

˖ ࣪ ⟢ currently thinking about how bill lasts long, and i mean long. we’re talking about hours of hot sex

as much as he loves to take his time with you, there’s other days where he just, he just needs this. needs to feel you around him, craves the moans and whimpers that come from your honey filled voice. he fucking craves the sensation of your tight cunt squeezing around him as he pummels his cock into your already soppy n’ sensitive cunt.

“f-fuck you feel amazing.. been a’while hasn’t it schatz?” he holds down your waist, hitting it from the back as he smiles looking at how his hips slap into yours simultaneously, causing your ass to ripple from the impact. the head frame of your bed rocks against the wall, let’s hope the neighbours aren’t going to complain about it next morning once you’re done. if he’s even done with you.

there clearly wasn’t any point in putting a towel under the two of you as you ended up dirtying the sheets anyways. sweat, cum, squirt and saliva all probably in the mix of the fabric as you and bill have been going at it like rabbits in heat. bill could go on forever. fuck, he’d kill to die fucking you. you on the other hand, cannot. overwhelmed by the pleasure, bill uses your body to his leisure, and being the good girlfriend you are, let him.

hickeys litter your body, bite marks, swollen nipples and a tender clit, bill made sure to show love to each and every inch and millimetre of your body tonight. when does he not? he just loves you so much he wants to fuck you till you pass out.

raising your head from the pillow, you claw at the sheets from the overstimulation of like, what? your fourth or fifth orgasm? “bill.. p-please slow down.. i—mmpngh~ i can’t feel my fucking legs..!”

propping yourself on your elbows, you look behind you to your boyfriend with puppy eyes. electric static building in your core as he wouldn’t even stop thrusting as you spoke. biting on your tongue to not give him the satisfaction of you being in pleasure to how pussy drunk he is.

“how cute.. makes me wanna fuck you even harder hm? how s’that sound?”

shoving your head back into the pillows, bill angles himself to fuck into you deeper, rubbing the apex of your ass as he lets out a whorish moan on purpose. to tease you, of course. the tip of his cock abuses your poor cervix, definitely already bruised. your gummy walls however cannot help but contract around his length, feeling up every inch of his veins.

although not the biggest girth, bill makes up for it in length, the curve of his dick allowing him to hit your sweet spot that leaves your toes curling. distracted, bill ends up pinching your clit, as you only sob and soil the pillow with your tears and drool, “i-i’m gonna fucking kill you bill~~!”

“mmmhh—okay just let me cum first ‘kay?” licking a stripe up the spine and curve of your back, bill has a tight grasp on your ass cheeks as he moves you back and forth on his dick. he ensures you feel every single movement and inch of his cock as he grinds his cock into your cunt, so easily slipping in and out.

“billllll— b-bill ‘m gonna come—”

“ugh.. so wet, huh?? and you wanted to stop.. you love this don’t cha.. you fuckin—ngh—love this cock right..?”

he only giggles as he watches your body writhe and thrash under him, as he hugs you from behind somewhat in a mating press. his undivided attention all on you as he insists on going another round after telling you ten minutes prior to your last orgasm that this would be the final one. to your inability to say no to his pleads of ‘pleasepleaseplease baby one more time and then we’re finished.. just wanna fill you up once more’ you ended up nodding.

tummy warm and full, your legs shake and tremble in overstimulation as bill begins to move again.

“haahh.. so good f’me.. sooooso good baby.. i love this pussy..” kissing you, eventually letting his tongue slip in as you weep and cry wondering how long it’s gonna take for him to finally be done with you.

we r so up rn chat 🤓🤓

am i back ? perchance . will i try to b active ? we will see

[cursingtoji]

SANDY!!! The way i ran here after seeing your event 🥹 Jiraiya with 46 plsplspls 💕 congrats on 3k sweets <3<3

❛ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠? ❜ ┊ cause he can’t stay away from his pretty girl, not even when she’s in a public hot spring

plus when you have been apart for too long ┊fem!reader x husband!Jiraiya, public sex, pussy eating cause he does that it’s canon, anal stim, creampie ┊ The Clichés ™

You ask your husband as he starts to kissing you in a way you know where it’s going to end.

Prior to that, you were just returning for an assignment, before leaving the village you were at you sent a letter to him, saying you would stop by this onsen on your way and arrive fully rested in the morning.

Jiraiya, being the impatient man he is, couldn’t wait to see you, specially after being apart for too long.

The idea was to surprise you in your room (laying naked on your bed with a rose in his mouth), but once he saw how empty the place was and peeking at the women onsen — cause old habits never die, although he swears your bare body was the only one he wanted to see — he sneaks in silently until he’s right next to you.

“Hello beautiful” he whispers squatting beside you.

“Jiraiya!” you yelp opening your eyes and looking over your shoulder, “You know this is the women’s area, right?”

But that doesn’t stop the old man from discarding the towel around his waist and entering the hot waters.

“Something about the ‘men are forbidden’ sign at the entrance tipped me off” he kneels holding your waist and getting close enough for you to feel his excitement against your stomach, “Couldn’t wait to see my pretty girl.”

You look at the entrance, afraid someone might catch you two.

“What if someone sees us?”

Jiraiya keeps trailing his kisses down until he wraps his lips around your nipple flicking it with his tongue, he loves how warm your skin is, how soft… in fact he loves everything about you, his closed ones might even say he’s obsessed about you.

“I’m sure we are breaking a law here” you whisper but can’t find yourself doing anything to stop your husband from picking you up and placing you on a rock where your bottom half would be off the water and directly on his mouth’s height as you feel his breath fanning over your folds.

“You’re worth it” he blinks before going fully down on you while holding the back of your thighs. The first thing he notices is how actually hot your pussy is, hotter than normal, just the touch of his chapped lips against your lower lips are enough to make you flinch.

“Jiraiya, wait, I think I’m quite sensitive because of the hot water” you hold on to his white locks.

“Is that so? We should come to places like this more often then” he kisses your inner thigh until your clit carefully minding your sensitiveness. Being apart all this time makes him appreciate your natural scent even more, giving it a long sniff that makes your face heat up at his lack of shame. Even after being together for years his vulgarity still manages to surprise you.

He moves your thighs to his shoulder where he can balance you better and free his hands to play with your tits as he devour your cunt.

“S’ good, love” you mumble with your head throw back, one hand one top of the one pinching your nipple.

Jiraiya sucks your clit working two fingers into your whole as you whine and close your shaky legs around his head.

“Oh sweetheart, you really are sensitive, aren’t you?” he chuckles.

“Y-Yeah, it’s been a long time since we— agh” his thick digits rubs your sweet spot.

“So you missed your old man playin’ with this pussy?” he flattens his tongue on your clit as you rock your hips on his face, “Fuck” he curses retreating one hand that held your hips, “Hold yourself, love” your adjust yourself on the rock so you don’t fall from his shoulders. Jiraiya starts to stroke himself, too aroused by the taste and feeling of your cunt to not do anything.

“Baby” you moan pulling his hair as you feel your orgasm approaching, “Don’t— I wanna cum with you” your whiny tone and teary eyes are everything to him.

“Of course, doll” he maneuvers you down his showers until you wrap your legs around his waist and he holds you by your asscheeks.

“You haven’t even kissed me hello” you pout.

“Haven’t I?” he kisses your cheek, “You sure?” he kisses the other.

“Jiraiya” you call his name in a scolding tone he loves.

“Come to daddy then” he closes his lips on your bottom one, sucking and licking it just like he did earlier to your clit.

The old man guides his cock to your hole and he takes advantage of your gasp getting his tongue inside your mouth, shamelessly making out with his wife so publicly.

He adjusts his grip on you and pulls out just a bit before thrusting again, he felt his own sweat trailing down his body, the humid environment combining with both your sweats generating a loud wet sound of skin slapping skin.

“Jiraiya~ too loud” you moan.

“Afraid someone will hear the sound of my balls hitting your ass?” he bites your neck, “Relax, love” his middle finger moves into the crack of your ass until it reaches your puckered hole, pressing it until it takes his digit, “If someone sees us— ugh” he cuts himself when you tight up around his cock having your asshole stimulated, “I’ll just have to take them down.”

“Fuck—“ he presses his torso against you, hard pecks squeezing your soft breasts, “Too much~” he tries to synchronize the thrusts on your pussy with the pace on your ass.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart” his thrusts become sloppier and he’s back at sucking your tongue, “Cummin’ ugh— shit” he groans bullying your insides with his thick cock, turns out he was also more sensitive than usual. The chances of taking you in a hot spring more often become an actual possibility after this.

“Come inside, baby, fill me up” you bite his lip as he curses and increases the speed of his middle finger on your back, the doubled stimulation pushing you through the edge as you moan your husband’s name, “That’s right, princess take it all” he keeps thrusting even after emptying himself inside you, overstimulating himself.

Your head fall on his shoulder, peppering his neck with kisses.

“Baby I wish we could fuck here all night but I don’t wanna be expelled” you kiss his lips sweetly, “Let’s go to my room, yes?”

“You’re no fun” he pulls his soft cock out, carefully placing you down and helping wrap a towel around you.

“If you behave well tonight I might reserve a private spring for us tomorrow morning” you caress his chest, especially the sensitive skin around his scar.

“There’s a private spring here and you didn’t tell me?” he puts his hands on his hips in disbelief.

“Now go, you’re not supposed to be here” you push him away.

“Can’t believe this and i’m the one supposed to behave…” he walks off bare naked and you just hope he doesn’t cross with any lady coming in or she’ll have a 26 centimetres surprise.

[thebestandrealestever]

~SHES MINE PT. 1!~

miles e42! x black fem reader

sum: your one year anniversary is very important to miles, he wants to spend every second of it with you. literally.

warnings : n word, cursing.

genre: TOOTHHH ROTTING FLUFF, miles being the softie he REALLY is.

a/n: what the fuck is up youtube! welcome back to my channel with another BANGER!! this heavily unedited so ignore any typos 🧎🏽‍♀️, sum short for rn bc i’m writing that miles, gwen and hobie story .

˚ʚ ꨄ ɞ˚

miles gonzalo morales loved 3 things.

his mom, his uncle, and you. he would never tell you that you moving from chicago to new york quiet literally saved his life. his fathers passing ripped his heart apart, his soul. in a way you were the angel that glued them back together, but of course he wouldn’t tell you that, until your one year anniversary rolled around he had a change of pace , he wanted to show you how much he loved you.

i never felt so alive. catch me, don’t move .

catch me, don’t you

catch me, i’ve fallen in love for the first time.

“hey miles is that u?” you said shifting over to check the time on your phone 12:00 AM. you sat up in your bed criss crossing your legs as miles stood idly in your window , you couldn’t see his facial features because it was pitch black in your room the only thing helping your vision was the lighting illuminating his figure. he took his shoes and jacket off placing it on your desk chair, then walked up to you and leaned down to give your forehead a soft peck

“hey baby” he said. he sat on your bed looking at you until you broke the silence “its late u okay? also happy anniversary my heart.” you said leaning forward to kiss his soft lips you adored, it lasted for a long time. after he pulled away to catch his breath , he cleared his throat sitting on the edge of the bed looking around the room, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to. you looked at his side profile trying to read it to get a sign of what was going on. he got up and walked over to his jacket and pulls what looked like a small box. you turned on your lamp that sat on the nightstand next to your bed. he sat back down on the bed criss crossing his legs mimicking your position. you tilt your head slightly at miles silence, staying quiet not wanting to interrupt his train of thought.

i wanna cry, and i ain’t even tryna fight it.

don’t wanna die, cause now you’re here and i just wanna be right by your side.

“(name), i love you, you know i love you but this kind of love..” he grabs both your hands with his, he breathes deeply trying to hold his tears down his attempt failed as he lets his emotions win , showing his vulnerable side, you’ve only seen it a couple times so you knew whatever he was going to say he meant it. “it’s different, scary. i’ve never felt this way about a girl before , anyone before.” he pauses trying to navigate his feelings and wipe his tears from his face. you want more than anything to kiss him till your lips bruise but you let him finish his unprepared speech.

“i can’t really describe it, you have such an intense effect on me, (name) you changed my life. you saved my life. and i want to promise you something, i promise to always love you. i promise to be honest and good to you. i promise my heart and soul to you , all of me.” as he says this you allow tears of pure love leave your eyes not even trying to wipe them away. miles and you love each other, differently from all the other 15 year old couples. differently from any couple really. he stares into your eyes before snapping out of his thoughts like he remembered something suddenly.

“so um, i got you something.”

he hops up from your bed speed walking to chair he laid his jacket on, he walks back with a small jewelry box. your eyes squint trying to see it in the dark room. he opens to box to reveal the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen.

while i’m too scared to expose myself it turns out, you know me better than i know myself. better than i know myself, well how bout that?

“miles” you gasp muffling the cracks in your voice with a hand over your mouth in shock.

“it’s a promise ring, not to claim u or anything. and i have so many more gifts for you and i got the whole mf day planed out fo-“

you cut him off with a soft and sweet kiss.

“that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” you pull away crying softly, but harder than before.

“i love you too miles. more than anyone, the kinda love we have it-it makes me wanna be a better person, it makes me wanna tell you all my secrets, my pain,my hopes,my dreams. you’re one of the few things that remind me that life isn’t so bad.” you say through soft sobs as he hugs you before holding your face and wipes your tears kissing your forehead.

she gets him (you get me)

she hugs him (you kiss me)

you tell me that you miss me, and i believe you. i believe you.

“come on ma, don’t cry.” he sniffles, letting your face go to pick up the jewelry box and put it on your ring finger, *this must’ve been why he told you to get your nails done* you think admiring the purple tinted heart cut diamond on your finger.

“i got myself one too, it has your name engraved.”

he shows you his silver ring and you lightly chuckle at it, amused at how much this boy loves you, to think a year and some months ago you didn’t even know his name. you lay your foreheads together almost like your souls were connected. you felt happier with miles than you did with anyone else.

“you wanna watch princess in the frog (or any other movie if u don’t like that one) ?” miles ask breaking the silence and scooting up on the bed to sit next instead of infront of you putting his arm around you.

“nigga. whenever i ask you always say we watch it too much” you roll your eyes at him

“roll your eyes at me again they gon get stuck up there .” he jokes while kissing your temple.

he turns on the movie and you only get through about 25 minutes of it, falling asleep in each others arms.

catch me i’ve fallen in love, for the first time.

˚ʚ ꨄ ɞ˚

[thaliathewriter]

Air is Overrated

this was basically inspired by me cause I’m very sick and have been in bed for the past 3 days

summary: you’re sick but your favorite blue boy is there to take care of you

pairings: Neteyam X fem omaticaya! Reader

warnings: fluff, kind of a make out at the end

I was currently locked up in my tent because I was sick. ‘ughhhh this sucks’ I thought, I felt like complete shit. I wanted to go back outside so badly to run around in the forest, go swimming with my friends, and maybe see a certain someone.

You honestly couldn’t wait for this cold to go away, neither could Neteyam. Oh Ewya that boy missed you so much. He visited everyday, but it wasn’t enough for him. You reminded him everytime he visited not to get too close because you’d rather die than give your blue boy a cold.

Every time he’d reach out to touch you, you’d flinch away from him telling him you’ refused to get him sick, even though he’d whine and protest everytime, he still listened to you, he always did.

He missed your warmth, your soft skin on him, the feeling of your lips on his, god he was so ready for the cold to go away. When Mo’at told him you were sick, that poor guy almost had a heart attack, he dropped everything he was doing, dropped his duties for that day, ignoring everyone’s complaints and stares as he bumped into them trying to get to your tent.

He ripped open the flap to your tent to see you lying on your bed, with a small cloth on your forehead. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the sight of you brought his anxiety down a little, but he was still worried about your health.

He rushed forward toward you “Baby” he caught your attention. You saw him and smiled and tried to get up to greet him but the pounding ache in your head caused you to immediately lay back down. He frowned “It's okay Princess don’t get up, I just wanted to see how my favorite girl was doing” he said in the softest voice while brushing back your hair.

He took the cloth off your forehead and felt for your temperature. His frown deepened when he felt how hot you were, he placed the cloth in the water in the bowl that wasn’t far from you, and quickly put it back on your forehead. “Is there anything I can do for you, Love?” He asked you while holding one of your hands. “Anything, anything at all, name it and it’s yours” he told you while kissing your knuckles.

With the hand he was kissing you started to caress his cheek, he leaned into your hand making you smile “You being here is enough, Nete”. He smiled and leaned down to you, he was surprised when he felt a flick on his forehead “Oi don’t get too close, are you crazy, you wanna get sick too?” You lightly scolded him. He laughed, of course even when you were sick you worried for him.

He spent the rest of the day with you, tending to your needs, giving you medicine Mo’at had prescribed you, just talking to you, it was actually refreshing to just sit and talk with you, he missed you so much prior to this. When night time came he literally refused to leave your side.

When Lo’ak was sent looking for him, for bedtime, he knew exactly where Neteyam would be, in your tent. Lo’ak opened up the flap of your tent to see you in bed sleeping while Neteyam was holding your hand, smoothing out your baby hairs, sitting next to your sleeping figure.

Lo’ak walked in quietly knowing Neteyam would have his head if he woke you up, “Bro '' he whispered quietly to Neteyam. Neteyam looked toward his brother and raised his finger to his mouth telling him to be quiet and pointed outside, Lo’ak got the hint and started to walk back out. Neteyam got up slowly making sure not to wake you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, before exiting your tent.

Once the 2 brothers were outside of your tent Neteyam’s soft aura was gone, replaced with an annoyed one, annoyed that he had to leave you. “What do you want?” Neteyam asked harshly, Lo’ak rolled his eyes ``Uh it's almost past curfew goody two shoes, you need to come home”. “No.” Neteyam answered back.

Lo’ak looked at his brother shocked, Neteyam never broke the rules, especially rules set by his parents, it’s like the roles were reversed tonight instead of Neteyam scolding Lo’ak for breaking the rules, tonight it was Lo’ak reminding Neteyam about the rules.

“What do you mean, No?” Lo’ak asked louder than he intended, Neteyam hissed under his breath dragging his brother further away from your tent “Can you talk softer? You’re gonna wake her up.” he said while looking in your tent to check on you, you were still sleeping, he smiled slightly, but it faltered when he saw you stir in your sleep.

Neteyam looks back at his brother, Lo’ak looking back expectantly, like he wanted an explanation. Neteyam sighs “Look bro she’s sick, no one’s gonna be here to keep an eye on her, you know how it is.”

Lo’ak knew. He knew how you didn’t have parents. He knew how much Neteyam loved you, how protective he was over you, for Ewya’s sake his parents practically raised you. Lo’ak knew his parents would understand Neteyam’s reasonings for not coming home that night. Lo’ak looked into your tent at your sleeping figure, now he was worrying for your health, you were one of his closest friends to, someone who actually listened and understood him.

Lo’ak sighed while placing a hand on his brothers shoulder “take care of her bro, mom and dad will skin you if you don’t, goodnight” Neteyam smiled at his words and pulled his brother into a small side hug while ruffling his head “night bro”. Neteyam wasted no time getting back to you, resuming his position from before.

You stirred in your sleep and you woke up sensing another presence next to you. Eyes fluttering open you were met with two pairs of eyes that you were far too familiar with. Neteyam caressed your cheek with one and held one of your hands with the other. “Hey baby, it’s just me princess, your favorite blue boy” he softly reassured you. You chuckled at his words, he hated that nickname.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead “Go back to sleep baby, I’ll be here, I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care of you.” he smiles as you drift back to sleep, you always felt safe in his presence.

The next few days went by exactly like that, Neteyam tending to your needs, taking care of you, his baby. Even the rest of the Sullys came by, Jake calling Norm to run some tests on you, your head on Neytiri lap while she sang to you just like when you were younger, Lo’ak talking your ears off and furthering your headaches, Neteyam telling him to shut up, Kiri bringing you flowers cause she knows how much you miss exploring with her, and Tuk braiding your hair and laying in your lap.

Sooner or later you were as good as new and ready to get out of this damn tent. And that’s exactly what you did. You were running in the forest taking in the beauty of it, thanking Ewya for everything she gave to your people, to you. You looked back to see Neteyam chasing after you. You chuckled “keep up blue boy” you yelled back at him.

He smiled at his girl, he missed this, he missed when it was just you, him and the forest, surrounded by Ewya’s beauty. He eventually caught up to you and caught you by the waist. You were laughing like crazy, he knew you missed this too.

He turned you around to face him, his smile widened at the sound of your joyful laughter. “What? Is there something on my face?” you asked, noticing him staring at you. He chuckled and pulled you closer, starting to attack your face with a bunch of kisses. You giggled at his actions and laced your arms around his neck.

You yelped when he unexpectedly picked you up off the ground, his hands under your thighs, guiding your legs to go around his hips. You smiled when he looked up at you “hi blue boy” you teased and kissed his nose “hi sweet girl” he pulled your face towards him, meeting your lips in a soft kiss that soon turned sloppy.

You had no idea how long you’d been kissing, but then your lungs started to burn and you needed air, you reluctantly pulled away from him, but he was following your lips. You smiled and pulled away, while breathing hard “needed air” he scoffed playfully “air is overrated”

[oddheadd]

Yandere Ex Boyfriend x Reader

CW: Drug use, manipulation, suicidal stuff, Angst, a bit shorter :P

He's doing it again.

I try not to break down immediately as soon as I hear his sick voice, slurring and barely managing to turn words into sentences.

"I... Need you to come here... I took too much..."

I let out a shakey breath. "I'll be right there. Got any Naloxone?"

He groans and I sigh, running into my kitchen and looking for it, left after we broke up. I grab the bottle and reassure him, before hanging up.

He did it again.

Whenever he's left with a slight inconvenience, he starts taking drugs like a starved man. Sometimes to kill himself, sometimes to grab some attention. There have been countless times with me holding his hair while he throws up, giving him Naloxone while trying not to lose my own consciousness 'cause of my boyfriend literally dying.

His condition was hard on our relationship, forcing me into a miserable life of walking on eggshells and trying to keep him alive by giving him all kinds of attention and love, even when I didn't feel like it...

I decided to send him to rehab, and he was doing fine for a few months, hadn't even touched a can of beer.

Now I don't know how to look into his eyes, with his constricted pupils, his skin void of any color and his skinny, hollowed cheeks.

I zone out, not even realizing when I arrive in front of his building. It's old and probably moldy inside. I quickly run up a few set of stairs, and barge into his apartment, the pills ready in my hand.

"Baby? Is that you?" I hear his voice call out for me. I run into the kitchen and end up absolutely flabbergasted.

"Ah, there you are!" He smiles and hugs me tight, burying his face in my neck and... Inhaling deeply.

"Are- Are you alright?" I ask, confused. "...Why is the table set..?"

I pull away from the hug.

He looks... Healthy. His cheeks aren't as hollow, his skin has returned to it's saturated color and his pupils... Are dilated.

It doesn't smell like weed.

"Hey... What's the meaning on this? You seem... Fine."

"I... Got better. Now that you're here especially-!" He chuckles awkwardly. "I knew you'd come... For me. I knew you'd never leave me to die... And I wanted to thank you for all the time you kept me alive."

I stare at him, my brows furrowed. "...Thank me?"

He nods, with an uneasy smile.

I huff. "You're disgusting. You lied that you were dying, just to get me here?"

"...I- Yeah, but-"

I tear up. "Is this a joke to you?!" I yell. "All the nights I've spent taking care of you, just for you to try and kill yourself all over again for shit like me not kissing you goodnight?! Not sucking you off?! Don't call me. Even if you're dying, I won't come to save you again."

I say the last line calmly, setting the pill pottle onto the table with a loud sound, before turning to leave.

"No.. (Y/N) Don't leave..." He frowns. I ignore him.

He grabs my wrist. "If you leave, I'll actually kill myself. My blood will be on your hands."

"Go fuck yourself."

I roughly remove his hand and slam his front door shut.

⁠♡

My ringtone awakens me. I groan as I look at the id, and see his name, along with an old photo of us hugging burns my eyes. I pick up. "If you call me one more time, I'll block your number again."

"Baby... Please, help me..." I hear him sob into the phone. "Couldn't get the 8 ball... I took some pills and I feel nauseous... I need you, please just come here and- and jus hug... Just make me feel loved like you used to... I don't wanna die alone and sad, I want you by my side...."

I hold my breath. "...You're lying again."

Some time passes and he doesn't respond. "...You there?" I ask.

My heart drops at the lack of response and I immediately get up, throw some clothes on and head to his place again. I once again, burst into his apartment and this time see him on his bed with his eyes closed. I tear up as I drop onto my knees next to him. "Can you hear me? Jacob, can you hear me?!" I shake him but it doesn't bring him to consciousness. I take a note of the random medical pill packages on the floor and sit him up, shoving my fingers down his throat to make him throw up.

He gags, his eyes opening as he throws up. I then lay him back down and grab Naloxide from the table.

⁠♡

I lay next to him, the vomit I cleaned few minutes ago still present in my mind, feeling the acid in my nails and the smell. He has his arms wrapped around me tight. His heart is still beating. In fact, it started beating faster, he should be awake.

"...Why do you keep doing this?" I ask, my voice calm.

"...How else do I keep you around?" He asks gently, his voice a little hoarse from sobbing and wailing before on the phone. "I don't wanna live... If you're not with me."

I grit my teeth. "...I hate you." I whimper, before breaking out in sobs.

"...At least you're with me." He says calmly, burying his face in my hair while rubbing my shoulder to calm me down.

A/N: Blehhh felt angsty and sad today. Hope you enjoy!

[erxxi3]

Reader trying to get Leon to sleep with her but he’s not getting the hint. Instead of Ashley being the one getting saved it’s reader. Till Luis starts to tell Leon if he isn’t gonna take a hint he’ll have sex with her.

But what if i switch it up ay the end where leon gets a little possessive over the reader?? 🤭

Sub x Dom dynamic w Re4r Leon and the fem! Reader

Summary: He’s saving you (instead of Ashley & your his mission) you are the president’s daughter, and giving him hints you wanna be with him but he doesn’t get it, so Luis tells him that you wanna fuck him although you just want to get together w him basically bf and gf!

SMUT W PLOT AHEAD!! MINORS DNI!!

— Needy Princess

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Since the mission of saving you, the president’s daughter, even started Leon has been extra protective over you and determined to keep you safe. Besides the point you are very restless and sore from running all this way, fighting, and even meeting new people like luis. It is also obvious how tired you are since Leon has to carry you to the nearest save room, you have flirted with him countless times and even gave him hints having still never taken a hint. You invited him to lay next to you as you pat the bed beside you.

He can only shake his head while he stares at you with shining eyes ‘Can’t slack off on a mission, sorry y/n’. causing you to frown and nod at his own wishes right now, luis comes in walking up to you as your sleeping, leon walks closer to luis and pushes him against the wall pinning him there in frustration “What do you think your doing?!” He asks luis who just shrugs at him, a look Leon gives can easily make someone die.

Luis said crossing his arms against his chest “Maybe if you took the subtle hints Y/N gave you we wouldn’t be in such a situation. Jeez she clearly wants you, so if you can’t take the hint, I’ll just have sex with her!” The brunette says cockily, causing Leon’s cheeks to flush with anger but at the same time he could feel himself getting turned on by luis bold statement about Y/N, making him chuckle darkly “No way, no way are you going to sleep with her, I want her. So shut your mouth and go away.”

With those words Leon pushed luis out of his way making the brunette glare at Leon but not before mouthing “I’m still waiting for my turn, you don’t have a claim yet and she’s mine.” and then walking down the hallways to continue the mission. It makes Leon feel weird, it made him uncomfortable that luis seems to want you and not him. Leon shakes his head and goes back to check if you woke up, which you did but then again you weren’t really awake since you were half asleep.

Leon gently touches your forehead to wake you up a bit more when you start to stir, and you blink up at Leon before you smile softly at him and give him a little peck on his cheek “Good morning Leon” you mumble softly.

“Morning, how do you feel?” He asks.

“Better actually, I haven’t felt as tired for days” You answered.

“That’s good. How long ago did you take to wake up though?” Leon asks and your face turns red a bit, he must notice your expression, because Leon laughs lightly at how cute you looked embarrassed.

“Y/N, what happened? You know that I love you right?” He says and you nod hesitantly and very slowly.

Did you hear that correctly or are you just imagining things?

Leon leans down slightly and puts his lips against yours and kisses you sweetly “And I’m going to protect you always.” he finishes and you smile shyly at him “Leon… You’re going to get sick of carrying me around!” You say and you lean up to kiss him again but it didn’t last very long “Don’t worry, that doesn’t mean I won’t carry you around” Leon says with a smirk before planting kisses on your neck.

You blush profusely but then laugh softly when Leon starts to leave butterfly kisses around your throat making you giggle “mmh!” you let out an unexpected whper. You can’t really hear yourself but just Leon laughing “Sorry princess, I didn’t know I was that good at kissing.” Leon says with a smug grin and licks at your earlobe and you giggle again “Mhm! Just like what I imagined” you whisper to Leon who smiles at you warmly and kisses you once more before laying you on your bed and climbing on top of you.

He leans down and whispers to you “Do you wanna stay here or go upstairs?”. His voice is husky and low and sends goosebumps all over your skin. Your breath hitches as you gulp before replying “Uhh….” You mumble, you’re blushing hard and your voice comes out in a stutter so that makes Leon chuckle quietly as he leans down to your lips. He captures them with his own one, moving slowly LG and giving you time to react but you don’t. All you can do is moan into his mouth when his tongue slips into your mouth. Leon chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close.

He presses a lingering soft kiss to your temple as he pulls away from you, looking at you intently “Is that better?” he asks in a huskier voice.

“Much” you whisper to him lovingly.

“Good. Now let'me show you what I'm capable of, princess” Leon whispers back and he lifts you up, pressing you against him as he climbs off the bed. His hands are under your thighs making it easy for him to pick you up bridal style, he carries you to the door and heads to your bedroom where he lays you onto the bed.

He stands up as he looks at you for a moment before leaning over you taking a few moments to admire the way your body is exposed to him and your red face is hidden behind your hands, “Please be gentle...” you say shyly. And Leon nods before bending down to kiss your forehead tenderly, making you shiver a bit “Will be princess~.” He whispers before leaning down again pressing his lips to yours and this time, his kisses are passionate and possessive.

This time, you can’t help but gasp and squirm under his touch as he pulls apart from you, his hands roaming over your curves. Leon smirks at your reactions and kisses his way to your neck “Are you ready, princess?” he asks huskily against your earlobe. A shiver runs down your spine and you nod eagerly.

He places another kiss on your mouth as his hand slides down to caress you through your dress, “Then let’s see if i can make you come.” he murmurs as he moves to pull away. However, he gets pulled down instead by you who immediately latches on his mouth again in order to try and keep him down “Don’t go yet~” You whine. Leon groans as he pulls you close to him, holding you against his torso as you straddle him. “But princess~” he moans against your neck as he kisses you deeply. You can feel his erection rubbing against your ass through your dress, you feel like you might lose control any second.

“Please Leon, stop teasing” you whine, Leon just chuckles softly and kisses the side of your neck again “Only when you tell me to~” he replies between kisses and bites, causing you to whimper “I will...but not until you give me some attention~” You admit. Leon raises an eyebrow and hums softly, his gaze becoming heated “Alright, alright, I’ll listen.” Leon replies while he kisses along your jawline, trailing down to the curve of your neck leaving wet marks as he goes down to your breasts “Mmf!” You gasp out as you feel his wet kisses down your chest.

As he keeps licking and biting down at your nipples, he grabs your left arm and hooks his fingers on the wristband to lift it. Your other hand goes to grab at him as he starts sucking on your breast as well, causing your hips to start bucking against him. When you reach for him and tug at his hair with your left hand, you let out an involuntary noise when he bites down on your nipple, making you arch your back slightly.

Leon takes the opportunity to press his body against yours, feeling his bulge brush against your center. “Oh God please don’t make me cum like this!” You plead with him, you wanted him but you needed to hold on for just a little longer so that you won’t come too soon. And he just laughs lowly “If only I could. Then I would” he says and you can feel his hardness pressing against your core. You bite your lip and try to hold back a moan as you feel him rub against you, making you feel even more aroused. Leon notices your struggle and stops teasing you, he pulls away from you and looks at you with lust filled eyes “I’ll give you whatever you want, baby~” Leon says as he cups your chin softly and brings your lips together in a hungry hungry kiss, his mouth slanting across yours.

It’s hot and rough and everything you have ever dreamed about. And Leon never fails to surprise you. “…Want you..want you inside me.” You manage to say, He breaks the kiss suddenly after you beg him to enter, breathing heavily “So impatient princess~” he says amusedly before continuing to pound against you. After what felt like hours of fucking, Leon lets out a breathless pant before pulling away from you “Damn you’re tight, (y/n)..” he pants as he continues to pump himself against you.

“Warmth..warmth inside me..” you breathe and moan loudly when he finally slams himself into your core. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly enough that it was white and it would definitely tear anytime soon. But that didn’t matter anymore, your mind was focused on Leon’s thrusts and moans which are coming out as shaky breaths, they sounded sexy and desperate.

The pressure builds up within you and you feel your orgasm coming closer, your legs tighten instinctively as you start rocking against Leon’s member. “Ah~!~ I’m gonna cum, Leon! Don’t stop! Ah~~ Mnn~!~” you shout in pleasure and you feel a sudden warmth spreading through your body as you came and came hard and fast. Leon grunts as his seed fills your insides.

He holds you close, resting his chin on top of your head, his hand playing with your hair gently, kissing your skin lightly. He was panting too, but his breathing calmed down quickly. You both lay there in silence for awhile, listening to each other's heavy breathing and relaxing completely. You move in the crook of Leon' s arm so you're laying next to him instead of hovering above him. “Thank you…” you murmur sleepily. “Anytime, sweetheart..” Leon mumbles as he pulls you closer and nuzzles your hair lovingly. You snuggle into his embrace as the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms with a blanket over both of you. Luis leaning against the doorframe smirking and saying ‘I knew it.’ with a smirk

*

The next morning you wake up early with a yawn as you glance around the room. Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat when you realize you weren't alone, Leon was still sleeping beside you, still hugging you close and smiling sleepily. Your blush creeps up to your cheeks as you watch him sleep, enjoying the sight of him. You smile softly and lean forward to kiss his cheek, whispering “Good morning!”. Leon stirs a bit and opens his eyes, blinking a couple of times before he smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

“Morning, princess” he whispers back. You smile and snuggle closer to him “How long have we been asleep?” you ask curiously. Leon doesn’t reply straightaway as he runs his fingertips lightly down the side of your stomach, tracing patterns on your bare skin “Well…it must’ve been late” Leon answers casually.

“And the sun hasn’t risen yet...” He adds, giving you a peck on the forehead before sitting up and stretching, “We should get dressed princess, it’s too dangerous for us to be out here naked” Leon says sternly, giving you a look as he reaches over and tugs on the hem of your skirt. He puts back on his gear and bulletproof vest before he grabs his backpack and turns back towards you “Do you need some help princess?” He offers. He picks you up bridal style and cradles you close to his chest as he helps you put your clothing back on and buttoning it all up neatly.

“Now let's continue the mission of getting you home.”

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Things Y/N says in the Horror House

Plot: Just the title XD Or 'Y/N having a rough time all the time*

Warnings: Sexual references and course language

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"Freddy- Freddy you are a grown man- "

"CHUCKY YOU STOP ENCOURAGING HIM- "

"No no, Patrick, I was not looking at you and wouldn't dream of looking at you no no no Oh would you look at that, Chucky's trynna get Bubba to sniff glue again, so good talk I gotta go- "

"Bubba, I- I just... I desperately want to help you, but- I just- I have... I have no idea what you're saying to me."

"Pennywise how many times have I told you don't transform into residents of the home!! You are going to cause an accident!"

*Gassp* "Oh my god... Michael is going to murder you."

*Gasp* "Who told Carrie the f word!? I THOUGHT WE HAD AN AGREEMENT STU."

"THATS IT!- I HAVE SEEN ENTIRELY TOO MANY PENISES IN THIS HOUSE. WE AS A COMMUNITY ARE GOING TO NEED TO START LOCKING THE TOILET DOOR."

"Jen I need so much therapy... "

"Bubba don't put that in the muffins."

"Oh yes Billy I can ground you- JASON COME ON IN NOW AND BRING THE SHOVEL."

"Jason, you are an angel."

"Jason are you serious right now? Put all the Slashers down- "

"Jerry, stop trying to seduce everyone. You're about to win over Freddy and you're gonna regret it I promise you."

"Billy? Stu? Whoever you are take off that stupid mask and go to bed."

"Between you and me Jen... Patrick terrifies me."

"THATS IT- you two CANNOT play together anymore!!"

*Jamming the end of a broom into the ceiling while Chiffany do marital things~ in the room above* "IT. IS. BED. TIME."

"Penny what are you doing... sneaking into Chucky and Tiffany's room... you know what I don't wanna know. As you were."

"Freddy do you... can you just think about the things that you say?"

"What do you mean Bubba's brothers are coming for a visit!?!?"

"Jason I have your mother on the phone!! She says I love you and please put the doll down." (Spoiler alert. Pamela was not on the phone)

"Put Chucky down." (At least 7 times a damn day)

(Part 1) "Okay... someone's gotta feed Aubrey II. I volunteer Micha- where did he go??"

(Part 2) "AUBREY TWO. AUBREY TWO SPIT HIM UP THIS INSTANT."

(Part 3) "Oh, so you listen to Carrie, huh... stupid plant."

(Part 4) "So for now on Carrie will be in charge of feeding the killer plant."

"... Oh god why on earth is Chucky laughing in the other room... "

"What do you mean 'what am I doing baking at midnight?', its called stress baking, I am literally terrified 24-7 around here and the sweets are the only thing between me and 6th degree online shopping addiction."

"... No... Michael I am not on Amazon... "

"I AM NOT Y'ALLS SEX EXPERT. STOP ASKING ME AWKWARD QUESTIONS- no, no, except you Carrie. You get back here and get an education. Don't listen to Freddy- "

"Chucky stop bullying Bubba."

"Oh, what am I doing? Well, Jason and Michael are glaring at eachother from across the room and I'm moving out."

"Behave or I will get Freddy- OH YES I WILL I AM ON MY FINAL STRAW HERE."

"Billy, Stu, leave Michael alone."

"... *Sigh*... I didn't think I needed to actually say this... but please do not watch porn in the livingroom."

(Part 1) "Tiffany help me to understand what you see in Chucky."

(Part 2) "Tiffany stop helping me I don't want to know these things."

"So this is how I die."

"Patrick that is a spectacular tie- annnnd he's just walked past me without a word... "

"Pamela is coming everyone act like you have impulse control."

"No Jerry I'm not gonna bet on who's gonna win todays fight between Freddy and Jason- alright, 10 on Jason."

"... *Deep breath* ... I'm gonna buy that platter on Amazon I don't need."

[fishsticksloser]

We're Gonna Celebrate

F!Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: birthday stuff?, fluff, Leo being flirty, super short, suggestive but nothing to really worry about it's all Leo

A/N: might start using this gif instead cause he doesn't immediately die lol. Leaving this short and sweet so you can have your birthday go however you want. :)

There's nothing like a birthday in the middle of the apocalypse. That is... There wasn't really time for one. You'd be lucky to get a 'happy birthday' in passing.

But for you personally? There's nothing better than the feeling of your husband peppering kisses all over your face to rouse you from sleep. It was your favorite part of every birthday.

"Happy birthday!" Leo smiles sweetly as he continues to kiss you. he pulls away and gently caresses your cheek with his thumb. "You're looking amazing this morning. Did you have a good night last night?" He asks, giving you a knowing wink.

"You're a dork. It's much too early for all these questions." You laugh, playfully shoving him. "But yes, last night was amazing."

"Dork!? You've hurt my precious feelings." Leo mock pouts, placing his hands on your hips to pin you down on the bed. "Well, it's your day, so what do you wanna do first?"

"My preferences for today are pretty picky..." You mumble softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Are you sure you can accommodate?"

"Is that a challenge?" Leo questions, cocking his head at you slightly. "For the love of my life, I would climb Mount Everest and bring it down to you just for the privilege of having you in my arms... So tell me, my love, just what could you possibly want me to do for you?" He mumbles leaning in and gently nipping at your neck.

"Well..." You sight heavily, like this was the hardest thing you had to do. When really it was all just fun and games like normal. "I want what everyone wants if they had such an amazing husband."

"And what would that be, my precious?" Leo asks gently, leaning down close to your face, your noses almost touching. "Tell me what do you want from your precious, stunning, and loving husband?" Leo whispers, gently bumping his snout against your nose.

"A whole day just with you..." You finish, slightly tilting your head so your lips brush his.

"That's a great birthday present, if I've ever heard one..." Leo's voice is low and husky almost like a purr. "So does that include, you know..." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your lips and running his hands down your sides, caressing you lovingly. His other hand trails down your neck to your shoulders. "Maybe I could even add a little extra, hmmm?" He teases against your lips.

[quigonswife8]

Okay: Leon Kennedy x reader

Leon thinks you die, so when he sees you alive he never wants to let you go again.

gif creds: @halfwayriight

Bold = Leon

You + Luis: normal font

Italics = Ashley

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"(Y/N)!"

His voice cracks, breaking through the chaos of the night. His eyes, wide- shock filled. His body is frozen in place, almost as if an invisible force is willing it to. His heart picks up speed until it feels like it's going to give out, and his right hand reaches out in desperate need to touch you- to grab you and pull you.

Though as the building collapses, and that face he loves so dearly disappears from sight, it doesn't feel real.

"(Y/N) NO!"

The 27 year old begins to run towards the building, when he's suddenly stopped by the roof above collapsing and knocking him out.

....

....

"Ugh my head."

Leon's eyes slowly open, welcoming the dim night. He looks around the room, confused, and that's his eyes land on Ashley and Luis. Still disoriented he attempts to sit up which fails, as the pain from his head shoots back and leaves him groaning again.

"...where.."

"Leon!"

Ashley having just realised he's awake runs over to him, and hugs him.

"You're awake!"

"What..."

"You were knocked out."- Luis finishes, a few cuts and bruises on his face. "...we managed to find you before you were killed, and we brought you here." the Spaniard waves his hand. "...and lucky we did..."

Leon groans and clutches his head, his mind a swirl.

"(y/n)...where's..."

Leon looks around the room, having not remembered what happened yet.

"Where's (y/n)..."

Luis and Ashley exchange a look; Ashley looks near tears, and Luis is doing a perfect job of hiding his emotions. An unspoken silence between the two leads Luis to jog Leon's memory which he wish he didn't have to do.

"They're...they're gone-"

The door being thrown open so suddenly grabs the attention of the three. They look over at the door, almost-expecting to see one of those Ganado's because what's new. Though when the three focus ahead, they all look shocked...Leon especially, who stares wide-eyed.

His partner, his lover, they're standing at the door. One hand on their side, cuts and bruises scattered on their face. They look weak, disoriented, yet despite that, manage a smile.

"I'm here-"

Your eyes widen when Leon is over to you in no time, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight against his chest. He gasps, he clings to your body like he's making sure that you're there and he's not imagining things. He lets out a soft sob, his hands clinging clinging once more, the blood covering you touching him.

"You...you're-"

"I'm here baby..."

Despite the amount of pain you're in, that you wanna pass out, being in Leon's embrace is soothing now that you're back in his arms. Leon keeps you close to him, to his heart, and the two of you stand there, while Ashley and Luis watch on with smiles.

----

Leon glances over at you every so often, making sure you're still breathing.

"They're alright...physically."

The doctor tells Leon, jotting down some notes in his book.

"...mentally..." the agent nods, knowing already, cause why wouldn't you be mentally okay after all that you went through.

"Can I stay?"

"Of course."- the doctor nods. "I'll let you two be alone."- and he leaves the room and shuts the door, leaving you and Leon alone once again. Leon, who approaches the bed and sits down, his right hand intertwining with your left.

He watches the way you breathe, the way your mouth is slightly parted. The cuts and bruises on your body an example of your survival, and the bandage around your torse reminding him that he almost lost you.

It feels surreal; one minute he had seen you "die", the next you were back in his arms safe and sound. The last 24 hours have been insane but with you alive and well, things are already better. Leon squeezes your hand softly, not enough to wake you, but enough to let your subconscious know that he's there.

Leon gets comfortable on the chair, and spends the next few hours just watching over you until you wake.

-A few weeks later-

"Home sweet home."

Leon comes up behind you and kisses you on the cheek before hauling the stuff inside; you had offered to help, though Leon was insistent on doing it all himself.

"So glad to be home."

He places everything down by the couch, and turns to face you; his eyes soften, he smiles when you smile they're smile is so beautiful, and proceeds to walk back over to you.

Leon leans down, and surprises you when he wraps his arms around you, and scoops you up, his lips meeting yours in a loving kiss. You kiss him back, being spun around by Leon, who can't stop smiling.

"I love you Leon."

Leon swoons hearing those words, it never fails to make his heart hammer. Oh how he loves you so much, he's just so happy to have you in his arms alive and well, and now the two of you can spend time together which means more than anything.

"I love you too sweetheart. Now, let's go and relax." and, with his arms still holding you, and the softest smile ever on his lips, he carries you over to the couch.

[olenvasynyt]

I don’t listen to Taylor Swift but here’s my analysis of Guilty As Sin? being Elucien coded

I am not saying SJM posting this song on her story is a sign that Elucien is endgame or that Elain’s book is next, this is just my interpretation of a song and it is not based in fact!  I also don’t know TS lore or her dating history, I only know about the football guy, and Matty Healy because I’m ex-The 1975 fan

Drownin' in the Blue Nile He sent me "Downtown Lights" I hadn't heard it in a while

Downtown Lights by The Blue Nile is one of Matty Healy’s favorite songs and a verse from that song is this:

“Sometimes I walk away When all I really wanna do Is love and hold you right There is just one thing I can say Nobody loves you this way It’s alright”

If I were to relate this to ACOTAR, this is reminiscent of the stairs moment when Lucien is leaving to find Vassa and an army and we can see this longing and affection for Elain but he walks away.  Sometimes I walk away when all I really wanna do it love and hold you right.  I think we are going to see her POV of that moment and I feel like it is going to be very prevalent in Elain’s book because Elain takes a half-step.  What does that half step mean?

My boredom's bone-deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry? I dream of crackin' locks

This could be about how Elain is being kept in a box in the Night Court, about how she might have been trying to love it before but she wants to get out, it’s not the right place for her.  She does not fit in the Night Court, we see this when she wears black and it sucks the life out of her.

Crashin' into him tonight, he's a paradox I'm seeing visions Am I bad or mad or wise?

Elain sees visions.  And people also suspect that she could be seeing visions of Lucien.

What if he's written "Mine” on my upper thigh only in my mind?

Mine is a song by The 1975 and this song is about commitment and questioning what’s right and having this assurance that love is right.

Looking back on 2009 When people said that it was raining all the time I see sunshine 'cause I know that you are mine

“No, we saw rain, you guys weren’t right for each other, but he still sees sunshine, because I know that you are mine.”  This also reminds me of when Lucien says in his head “I am yours and you are mine”. 

I'm slippin', fallin' back into the hedge maze Oh, what a way to die

This could be about Elain struggling to navigate her thoughts and the visions she is probably still having but pushing down.  She might be better at controlling them but her control is slipping.

I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trips Without ever touchin' his skin How can I be guilty as sin? I keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault

Again, as I and many people talked about before, Elain could be having feelings of attraction and affection towards Lucien, her mate, but she is shoving it down.  

We've already done it in my head, if it's make-believe Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

People often headcanon that Elain is having sexual feelings and maybe even sexual visions of Lucien.

And the vow is the vow of accepting the mating bond and she feels guilty of that.

My bed sheets are ablaze I've screamed his name Buildin' up like waves crashin' over my grave Without ever touchin' his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

Again, we get this idea that Elain could be having attraction towards Lucien.  And we got fire imagery too!

What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously

It’s people saying “you guys are wrong for each other.  You are wrong, you guys don’t fit together”.  We see this with Feyre questioning why her and Lucien are mates, Nesta yelling at Lucien, saying “we’ll decide what she needs”.  A lot of people don’t think Elucien are right for each other but Elain could be thinking “we are right” but she is too influenced by other people’s opinions that she doubts herself.  “But what if she chooses him?  What if she rolls the stone away, officially bringing to life the feelings she could have for Lucien?

They don’t know how you have been haunting me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously

Lucien has been haunting her, and Elain decides to choose him.

[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter!

Part 8, here’s the LINK to part 7, how tf have I got so far already? Pls comment guys to let me know what you’re thinking or if you have any conspiracy’s about what’s gonna happen, I love the engagement, keeps me motivated lol. Also just a quick shout out I don’t dislike Kelly, I just used her for the story as it’s FICTION, if ya’ll hate desperately on peoples partners for no justified reason then leave pls cos it’s weird. Only a short chapter but I wanna get more of a build up before we reach more deeper into the story :)

Leni wakes up with one of the worst hangovers ever, plus, she’s on the bathroom floor? That would be the worst part of the night, but when her memory pieces back together and she has to deal with what happened the night before going back to sleep on the bathroom floor seems fine… Taglist: @ironmaiden1313 @callsignwidow @fangirl125reader @norassimpingzone @roseseraj @eugene-emt-roe @copper-boom @its-elias-world @cassiopeiia24 @larastark3107

“Ugh.” My voice cracked, eyes momentarily opening only to squeeze shut again when a blinding light, sunlight, stung my eyes. My first thought was, fuck, I’d left my contact lenses in, my second, why on earth was on the bathroom floor?

Momentarily I was dazed, my eyes feeling like they had cheese shredders in them. I peeled the dry lenses out of my eyes, dropping them in the toilet. Thankfully it was a clean toilet and I didn’t wake up to my own vomit. With a groan and a slight grace, I sat up straight, blinking around the room. My phone laid besides me, and shakily, I reached out to unlock it. As I did I wanted to curl up and DIE. A drunken text from Max only caused flashbacks from the night prior. We kissed, and I really fucking enjoyed it. Me and Max kissed. Max Verstappen and I, my long time FRIEND kissed. My heavy head dropped into my palm, groaning again. I’d broken every single rule I’d set myself, NOT to go there, or at least wait a few months. Drunken me seemingly had the control of a horny 18 year old. When I realised I had 0 underwear on that’s when I became even more confused.

We hadn’t had sex? No, no. For sure we hadn’t done that. I don’t think he fingered me? Turns out they were stuffed in my bag for some bizarre reason, and I couldn’t quite piece together why on earth they weren’t actually on me. I don’t even know if I wanted to know, thinking about it too much gave me a serious case of hangxiety, and my poor stomach couldn’t tolerate it. Pathetically, I wretched over the toilet and threw up even more contents from my nights intake.

Please God, stop me being sick and I will never drink again. Ever!

It was crazy how such an extreme hungover could bring an atheist to become religious, right? With last nights actions I couldn’t even bring myself to respond to Max, plus, his message made no sense, something about being too drunk and his birthday. I felt too much shame, he probably only kissed me because he was just as fucking plastered. I was confident he’d never want to do that sober, surely not?

The only thing I could do was sit down in the shower, contemplating every single action from the night before, letting the water cleanse my skin of the pure sins. What would my dad say if he knew I’d been snogging his golden boy? It would make it awkward to say the least.

I laid in bed, hair dripping onto the pillows but I didn’t have it in me to care. I’d added too much embarrassing shit to both my private and public Instagram story which had already been viewed and most likely screenshotted thousands of times. Mortified wasn’t even the right word, if it wasn’t for my empty stomach I would’ve vomited from that alone.

Max: sorry that made no sense, hope you’re not feeling too rough this morning? thank you for coming yesterday I had such a good time Max: I hope nothing makes you feel weird from last night, it’s fine between us right?

When I awoke at 2pm I felt my chest tighten at Max’s texts. I even smiled that he had acknowledged last night, a little weird of me seeing as I wanted to pass away earlier, but with my hangover relatively slept off, my feelings for Max were coming on strong.

Leni: hey I just woke up again sorry, I had such a good time, hope you had a good bday

Leni: I don’t feel weird, we’re all good Leni: do you? I caught myself smiling a little too hard, awaiting his reply, when I saw the speech bubble of him forming a response and started giggling, I knew that I was already a goner. I was so deep down afraid of getting my heart broke seeing as Max was fresh out of a relationship (even if he’d mentally checked out) I had to push myself away from any kind of intimate interaction. It had already gone way too far.

Max: no, no not at all

Max: probably the best birthday I’ve had I hated how hard I smiled, my heart kinda sunk when I began overthinking everything I didn’t need to. It all seemed fun now, but how would something between Max and I ever work. What if he decided one day this was all too soon, or if he didn’t actually like me? Our friendship would be screwed forever. I hesitantly locked my phone, staring off into space as I began imagining every scenario possible. I’d have no option but to revert whatever happened between Max and I back into how it was before, if that was even possible. What if Max suddenly thought I was super obsessed with him and I was bugging him by texting him too often?? I scratched my head uncomfortably at the thought, cringing down to my bones at the idea I could possibly be a nuisance to him.

One way to fix this??? Cut communication online from slim to nothing- or as least as I possibly could without growing attached or seeming rude. It was a plan, and it was a plan that commenced today, as much as I didn’t actually want to do it, as long as I didn’t have a sip of alcohol I’d be fine… right?

What could go wrong?

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #56] Engaging in Pacifism

READ THIS FIRST : the first bad decision

warnings: red witch (booooo), starlovers (yaaayyy)

a/n: okay just this one for tonight cause I'm rushed off my feeeet I'm sorry!!! but read the drabble first hehehe, trust me <3

wc: 5.7K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"Dangerous," is the word that Jeongguk chooses to whine when you're checking yourself over in your bedroom mirror. Rolling your eyes, angled just right so that he can see your reflection, you can't help but smile. "That outfit, B... Fucking hell. Just come back to bed."

It's not an option, and you both know it.

"Can't," you simply say. "I'll be late."

He groans a little more, rolling his body face down into your sheets. "Who cares? Cancel your meeting."

Turning to face him, you're amused by just how defeated he's pretending to be. You know he's partially playing it up. He's a little apprehensive of your plans for the day, even if you did check beforehand that he was okay with everything.

You walk to the bed, and lazily clamber on top of him. Straddling his ass as you hold his waist, you give him a little squeeze before you lay down. He grunts, but doesn't mind the weight of your body on of his. In fact, he reaches back to stroke your side (and your ass, but you don't mention it). Likes having you so close. Wants to keep you there.

Pressing teeny tiny kisses into his neck, you remedy all of his woes, even if just for a moment.

"You know I can't, Gguk."

"Can."

"And risk Hayun putting a curse on me?" You tease, knowing that Hayun isn't the type to dabble in witchcraft. She's too centred on her own perception of reality to invest her time in things beyond her control. "You want me to die, huh? Only just got me and already wishing me away?"

"Shut up, you goblin," he groans as he rolls over beneath you, the weight of your body no hindrance to his strength. There's an innate way your bodies tangle together. It's almost impossible to comprehend that you haven't been together for a lifetime. His arms wrap around your back, keeping your chest pressed to his. "I'm trying to make you stay."

"I'll be an hour," you hum against his neck. Pulling back, you cross your arms over his chest, and rest your chin on your wrists. Jeongguk looks down towards you, his chin pressing slightly into his neck. It's an angle you've always loved; how beautifully human he looks. The tip of his nose is accented, and there's no focus on appearing as pretty, or handsome. He's simply Jeongguk, and he's all yours. "Two, tops."

His hands begin to stroke up and your back, soothing both him and you in the process.

"You wanna go for dinner later?" He asks, itching for the meeting with Hayun to be over and done with already.

"We not heading to Tae's place?"

It's become a tradition for everyone to gather at Taehyung's on the evenings before his shows. Today will be no different, and Jeongguk knows that. He just wants the chance to debrief with you first.

"Mhmm," he says, attempting to nod, but the way he's angled his chin prevents any real movement. "Grab dinner, then head over?"

"Find somewhere to eat while I'm out," you tell him. Raise yourself to press a quick kiss to his lips, then climb off your bed. He lets you go, even if he doesn't want to. "In fact, meet me at the cafe in, like, an hour? Give me an excuse to leave early."

"Deal."

The knowledge that Jeongguk will be at your beck and call—a knight in shining armour, ready to steal you away from the wicked red witch—eases you through the anticipation of the subway ride over to the cafe.

He's with you for the journey. Stays on a couple extra stops to go to the gym. Promises you that he's just a call away.

The cafe you're in isn't one that you particularly care for. Just a chain brand with no discerning features. The coffee is cheap, and the furniture is drab. You had suggested the place to Hayun, 'cause you didn't want to tarnish one of your favourite spots with memories of her.

You think you're being discreet as you turn your phone face down.

You're not, and the conscientious effort you've gone to only makes it more obvious as you cross your legs and adjust in your seat. In the middle of a busy coffee shop, your poise is a little more refined than usual. Awkward, in fact.

Across the table, in all her red glory, sits Hayun. Lips, nails, ruby pendant hanging around her throat. She's fire and flames, and can't help but look at you like you're watery and weak.

There's a beauty to her that words fail to convey. It's tangible. Beauty you can see. The kind she could capitalise on, if she had any interest in it—but she doesn't. She values her skills and would rather make a name for herself that way.

It's not like there's some considered effort for her to look the way that she does, all svelte and feline. Is just how she looks: a beauty that won't fade with age, even if it goes no deeper than skin.

Beneath the warmth of her cherried exterior, Hayun is cold: to the touch, to the ones she loves, to the ones she doesn't. You're curious as to what made her this way; if perhaps she was raised with money in the place of love, or if witnessing a nasty divorce reduced her capacity to indulge in frivolous endeavours of the heart. 

Some curiosities are better left that way. She'll never divulge her personal affairs to you, and you'll never ask her to. Anything you learn will come from the people who care about you both—and considering they do care about you both, you think that perhaps she can't be all bad.

That's the thing about humans, mind you. Within each of us are a million different versions of ourselves. The barista at your favourite coffee shop knows a different version of you than your boss does. Hoseok knows a different version of you than Jeongguk does. It's not to say that any of these versions of you are inauthentic. There's overlap. Baseline traits. Things that everyone will experience from an interaction with you.

And so even though you know you're not getting the best version of Hayun, you trust that there is, at the very least, a better version.

Glancing at your phone with a jaded sense of curiosity, she's trying to seem uninterested—but she caught sight of Jeongguk's beaming face. Of course she's curious. Wonders when the picture was taken. The chain of events that led to it, and whether or not he was the one to set it as your wallpaper.

He liked to do that, she remembers. Subtle possession. She used to tease him for it. Doubts that you did.

In fact, she doubts you do many of the things she did. The stuff that drove him wild—the good and the bad. Knows she wasn't exciting in the childish way that Jeongguk seemed to wish she was, but in the sophisticated sense that he didn't understand. Always thought it gave her an edge. Was like an itch he couldn't scratch.

One look at you, and she knows he isn't with you for sophistication.

It's funny, because if you were to know of this thought process, you'd think that she was the childish one.

Both you and Hayun battle against one another internally; she just vocalises her disdain more often. You've no idea where the root of her issues resides, nor just how insidious her contempt for you is.

As you pull your hand back from your phone to your lap, she gives you a look, as if to say, ' Been there, done that'.

You don't take offense, because there's no point. It seems like whatever you do will be met with contempt from Hayun.

But she is here, and that's something.

She could have said no.

She could have said yes, then cancelled at the last minute. She could have said yes, not cancelled, and still not shown up.

Instead, she sits in front of you—at your request—because even if it doesn't always seem like it, there are some people in this world that she cares about, and recently, they've been asking her to be a little kinder to you.

It's not that she intends to make things right with you —what's the point?—it's just that she doesn't want to make things wrong with them .

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She eventually asks, and almost manages to sound friendly.

Of all the uncomfortable situations you've ever found yourself in, this meeting ranks pretty highly on the list of things you never want to experience again. There's no point in mincing your words. Straight and to the point. That's what this needs.

"I wanna know if you're planning on coming to Tae's show," you state all rather plainly. A small glimmer of pride swells in your chest for not beating around the bush. "As I'm sure you've been told, it's—"

"A special one," she nods, jaw a little tense. Casting her eyes down, it's hard to read the emotion on her face. "Yeah. I know."

You nod because her interruption stifles your new-found confidence in the face of adversity. There's only two people you imagine she will have heard this from—Nabi, or Taehyung himself. You're putting bets on Nabi. Her attempts at pacifying things recently have been noticed and appreciated by you, even if they've been fruitless.

Nabi's also the one who kept telling you how 'special' the effort you're going to is, so it'd make sense for Hayun to also refer to it by such a term.

As much as you downplay it, you really are going to a lot of effort. Every other show has been about Taehyung, and getting his name out there.

Now that it is, and he's drawing in gallerists through association with his name alone, it'd be foolish not to use it to your benefit.

Or, more specifically, Jeongguk's.

Knowing that the evening will be about him, the last thing you want is to stick him between a rock and a hard place.

But it would seem that perhaps fate is on your side, this time.

"I'm out of town," Hayun continues as she looks back up towards you with a smile that you can't really work out. It isn't insincere, as such, but it also fails to convey any genuine happiness.

"Oh?" You question, encouraging more without specifically asking for it.

With a sigh, she reclines back into her chair, crossing one of her legs over the other and mutters, "Suppose you'll find out soon enough, regardless."

Something about this—the idea of secrets being kept from you—makes your skin all hot. Prickly. Like you've been stung by a bee. Wasp, maybe. Something a little more intrusive, perhaps. It's insidious. Wraps around you like ribbon on a present just for Hayun; your insecurities boxed up with a pretty little bow. Just what she wanted.

"Well," she begins again. "You know I was late to Seoyeon and Yoongi's trip?"

You nod, trying to look like you actually give a shit. Are too consumed with thoughts of Jeongguk to properly engage your brain. "Job interview, right? Up in Seoul?"

She nods now, too. Her smile seems a little more sincere, now. "Didn't think I'd get it, but they called last week. Want me to come up for a trial. I go tomorrow, and should it all go well, then I'll be back in Seoul for good."

"Oh," you say with earnest surprise—and suddenly you realise your skin no longer feels hot. The pink that has stained your skin fades. Any irritation is simmered. "Congratulations. You must be happy?"

She's coy as she admits that she is. "Been dying to get back up to Seoul ever since I left it. Coming home is nice, and all, but it isn't where I'm meant to be." There's a pause. Reflection. Acknowledgement. "I think we both know I've outgrown this place."

You'd argue that this place has outgrown her, but you won't be petty. Not now.

"That's really great, honestly," you smile. "What's the job?"

"Seamstress, still," she explains. "But for the wardrobe department at one of the big networks. I've a friend already on the props team, so she was able to pass my details along. Who you know, not what, am I right?"

It's the same with every industry, you think. Is why you've had to work so damn hard with Taehyung's shows; starting from scratch has not been easy.

"Yeah, quite right," you agree. "Still, you must be so pleased. Have you told everyone else?"

"Really pleased. And most people. I haven't told Jeongguk, though, if that's what you're asking."

It would appear you're paper thin, but you don't really care. Transparency is good, here. Needed.

Hayun seems to agree, as she then asks, "So what's the deal with you guys? I hear you're official?"

For some reason, the bluntness of such a question makes you hesitate. Perhaps it's her, or perhaps you're just still not used to this new development. "Yeah. We've been seeing each other for a while, so it makes sense, right?"

"Right," she accepts, but can't help herself from stirring the pot just a little bit. "He told you, right? About the kiss?"

You briefly consider throwing the chair you're sitting upon directly at her face.

Instead, you smile. "Right."

"Good. Just checking. Not the kinda thing you'd wanna find out months later, yanno?" She says, pretending as if she's telling for your benefit.

"No, you're right," you agree. Know that you shouldn't be petty, but god , her smile is so smug and red that you want to slap it right off of her gorgeous face. Violence is never the answer, but sometimes a slap is deserved—you just know you'd be furious if Jeongguk ever pulled shit like that. Can't be a hypocrite. "Should probably thank you, though. It gave him a little clarity on what he really wanted."

Her jaw is tense for a moment, but she eases it with a subdued laugh and a shake of her head. "You're welcome, I suppose. Guess you guys really were meant to be."

Her phrasing is odd; as if she knows something you don't. Too long has been spent second-guessing people. You're trying to fret less. Be more proactive in understanding the things that confuse you. This includes Hayun.

"Whatcha mean?"

She shrugs. Laughs. "You and that damn glitter. Been the bane of my life for years, now. Nice to know it wasn't all for nothing."

"Sorry?"

"Well, you know," Hayun says, as if you do. You've no fuckin' idea what on earth she's on about.

"I'm afraid I'm lost," you question with an awkward laugh.

Furrowing her brows, Hayun looks just as confused as you feel. "The party? Jeongguk? Wait... When did you and Jeongguk meet each other?"

"Around this time last year," you reply with an air of caution. "A little bit before that, maybe."

"Oh..." she says—and then laughs. Really laughs. "Oh my God."

You stay silent.

"You actually don't remember, do you?" She gasps, realising that you've no idea what's so funny. "This is so cursed. God, I mean, it was years ago now. If Nabi hadn't remembered your name when she was first introduced to you, then I might not have even realised, to be honest."

"I'm still lost."

"You ever go to parties out towards the west of town? Sanghyun's place?"

You're silent.

Haven't heard that name in years. Everyone who went to university in your city knew Sanghyun's place. It was on the outskirts of the city, so everyone would have to bundle into taxis to get there, but his grandparents had left him some land, so he was a free agent as far as hosting ragers was concerned.

You rarely ever went, but you and Danbi would always be skint before your monthly payday from your part-time jobs, and splitting a taxi and a bottle was always cheaper than going for drinks downtown.

"Everyone did."

"Everyone did," she nods in reply. "You're, what? The graduating year below me?"

"Think so," you nod, having never given it much thought before.

She shrugs now. Is deliberately a little vague, her cherry-stained lips pursed tightly together as she scans your expression. "Think about it a little harder. Inevitable overlap."

"So..."

"So Jeongguk's always been a little shit when it comes to kissing girls he shouldn't," she says with a smirk. "Just can't help himself."

Jeongguk is loyal as a dog. Comes back like a retriever. Defends like a German shepherd.

He's not perfect, and he's made mistakes—but you don't think what happened with Hayun defines him. She obviously knows it must be a sore spot, so is applying a little pressure just to make you wince.

"We'd been hooking up ages by that point," she continues, reeling off lore you really could care less to learn about. Who in their right mind talks about hooking up with someone's boyfriend right in front of them? However, when you think about it and remember that, yes—Jeongguk is your boyfriend—you can't help but feel a little smug. "I was finally thinking maybe we should give it a proper go, yanno, actually be together—" You hide your revulsion well, but you do also consider violence again. "—but then he had a little hissy fit over me talking to some guy at a party."

Her flippancy over hurting his feelings makes your skin crawl. She's always been like this in the time you've known her. Careless. Inconsiderate. You know you're biased, but you don't think she was ever worthy of Jeongguk's affection.

You're also well aware that no matter how she frames it, she had no intention of ever trying to make things work with Jeongguk. If she wanted to, she could have.

It's a fact of life you don't enjoy, but a fact of life nonetheless. The lessons Jeongguk learned with Hayun have shaped him into the man you adore, so you try not to simmer.

She doesn't notice your discontentment. Continues on her little trip down memory lane, dragging you along whether you like it or not.

"Anyway, that night was a whole mess. Didn't see him for a little while, then the next I knew, he was covered in glitter, spouting all this shit about how it's okay to kiss your friends, 'cause me and him were technically just friends, and it's what we did, so why shouldn't he do it with his other friends," she says, rolling her eyes. "Turns out it wasn't a friend. Just some random girl he didn't know, but things were never really the same after that."

The way she shrugs her shoulders, you'd almost be forgiven for thinking she looks defeated.

"And this concerns me... how?" You ask as if the cogs aren't already turning in your brain. You know what she's getting at, and the insinuation behind her very specific mention of 'just some random girl.'

It just doesn't seem fathomable. You'd remember meeting Jeongguk. Surely, you would.

The thing is, you've had your fair share of blurry kisses in the muddled haze of excessive alcohol consumption. Everything before Seokjin had been tucked into a lovely little wicker basket in your mind: lid on, long forgotten about, never to be riffled through ever again.

You've vague recollections. Know that you and Danbi referred to an allusive stranger as 'Monsieur Lip-Ring' for a few weeks.

Danbi hadn't seen him, and that defining feature of him was all you could remember. You'd kept an eye out for him at the next party, but there were no lip rings in attendance, and soon enough, the memories got filed away.

Hayun rolls her eyes. Won't give you credit, but she knows you're smarter than this. Doesn't think it takes a genius to work it out.

"You were tagged in someone's photos from that night," she tells you a little dismissively. Considers how much she wishes to divulge. Chooses against mentioning the deep dive she and Nabi had done after the night in question. She also doesn't disclose the fact she had you blocked for years as a result of it. "Nabi sent me a voice note the first evening she met you. I hadn't given that night at Sanghyun's much thought for years—then there you were. Jeongguk's plus one. Still glittery, apparently."

Suddenly, Nabi's coldness with you that night begins to snap into place. While Jimin was right—she is just shy at first—you always knew it felt like more than that.

When you'd been dating Seokjin, the glitter had been an annoyance to him. A warning sign. A marker. Identifier. Told everyone within a metre radius of him that he was off-limits (which, of course, was a nightmare for his wandering eyes).

And somehow, entirely unaware of the implication, you'd given Jeongguk the exact same marker all those years ago. Stained him in shimmer where Hayun thought red should be. Wised her up to the fact that perhaps other people did want him, and that she shouldn't have been so careless. The damage was irrevocably done by that point.

"I sorta figured you and Gguk had stayed in touch," she shrugged. "Like I said, things were never really the same after that night, so it would have made sense."

"He's never mentioned it."

"I mean, he was pretty drunk," she supposes. Had never considered that he didn't realise how interwoven your lives were. "I'm many things, but I'm not sour without reason."

"I had no idea," you feebly admit, still not sure you quite believe what she's saying. "Sorry. For, y'know... kissing him."

She shrugs. Finds it a little funny, now that she isn't so spiteful. "We weren't together. And nor were you when I kissed him a few months ago, so I guess we're even."

The difference is that your motives hadn't been half as cruel as hers. You'd been seeking solace in a stranger; she'd been using him as revenge.

It's only now that you realise it had never been about him.

It had been about you .

Hayun's actions had put you and Jeongguk through hell together. Reignited feelings of inferiority that had ravaged your brain. Manipulated Jeongguk into confusion over his feelings, encouraging him to make decisions that could only hurt you. While he's got his own free will, you're no stranger to the emotional labour that comes with complex boundaries and finally getting attention from someone you used to beg for it from.

Her argument of being 'even' doesn't even come close.

The acts might not be so dissimilar, but the intentions? The impact?

You think she's out of her own damn mind.

"Look, I'll be out of your hair soon enough, but I'll be back to visit from time to time," she says, gathering her napkins and half-drunk coffee cup back up and placing them on the tray. "I won't cause you any trouble, as long as you don't cause me any."

"No planning on it," you assure her, quite frankly speechless by her audacity.

"Then we're settled," she says with a soft smile, getting to her feet. "Truce."

She doesn't say goodbye. Leaves the tray of her discarded items for you to deal with, and swans out of the coffee shop without a care in the world.

As far as she's concerned, the conversation is done. No point in hanging around. She's still got packing to do and, quite frankly, cannot wait to leave this city. Has already been here for too damn long. Was never meant to be here forever. Is destined for bigger, better things. You'd argue that she's destined for the superficial, meaningless glitz and glam of Seoul.

Unlike your city, it doesn't have a heart, but nor does she. Perhaps it's apt.

Reaching for your phone, you're surprised it's barely even been half an hour. Jeongguk'll still be at the gym, so you drop him a message to let him know you'll meet him with coffee afterwards. Not from here.

Instead, you hop on the subway and ride the two extra stops it takes to get to the area where his gym is. Stop by his favourite coffee shop, because if you can give him the best, you will. Pick up two coffees to go, and leisurely make your way up the road.

By the time you reach the gym, he's already waiting. Is perched against a windowsill, a pretty smile on his silver-hooped lips, star-speckled eyes shining just for you.

"That was quick," he hums in approval, reaching for the hand of yours that isn't carrying the coffee holder. Pulling you in for a quick kiss, it's almost dizzying just how much you adore this. Being with Jeongguk is just so effortlessly easy. "How'd it go?"

Nodding as you pass him over his coffee, you try to gather a succinct response. All you can think about is your shared history with Jeongguk and whether or not he's as clueless as you've been.

"Yeah, fine," you say, a little distracted by the way he looks.

There's a sheen to his skin, the glow of a post-workout high settling into the atmosphere around him. Something about him like this always makes you lose your mind a little. How you can be expected to have a reasonable conversation is beyond you.

"Yeah, fine?" He laughs. "That's all?"

"Well, I mean, better than fine, I guess," you smile, knocking your head to the side to encourage him to walk along with you. As he stands up straight to his full height, his fingers intertwining with yours, you're even more jelly-legged and heart-eyed than you previously had been.

"Yeah?" He hums, encouraging you to continue.

"She's not gonna be here for the show," you tell him. "Is heading back up to Seoul."

"Oh?"

His tone is nonchalant, laced with nothing but indifference. There's no second-guessing of his feelings nor any confusion. He simply doesn't care. As you explain the conversation, Jeongguk's reaction is perfectly stoic.

It's not that he isn't glad to be free of her presence; it's just that he's monitoring your inflexions as you speak and trying to make sense of how you feel. Thinks that your opinion on the matter is far more important.

"It's a relief, right?" He asks, ensuring he doesn't just assume how you feel.

"Yeah," you admit. "I hate having to mentally prepare myself before seeing our friends, yanno? She always just made things..."

"Miserable?" He offers.

You laugh, not wanting to paint her in such a negative light, but know it's the perfect way to describe it.

"Difficult," you say instead, squeezing his hand. "Y'know, I think I found out why she hates me so much."

Jeongguk chirps when you say this. "Watcha mean?"

Hayun's contempt has never been hidden. He just always assumed it was an obvious reason: he loves you. That's enough to make any clingy ex a little bitter.

"When did we first meet?" You ask in response.

The question seems a little out of place. Jeongguk furrows his brows, looking down towards you as you walk by the river.

"Like the date?"

"Just in general," you say, knowing that you're coming across a little cryptic. There's a lightness to your tone, which confuses him even more.

"I could probably work out the exact date," he tenderly says. "You want me to?"

"No," you smile at how sweetly he tries to answer your questions to the best of his ability. "Don't need specifics."

You perplex Jeongguk in a way that he finds it impossible not to adore. Nothing is ever entirely straightforward, and he's thankful for it. Likes how much you keep him on his toes, without making him chase you.

"Okay, well, it was last year, right? Last April, maybe?"

"Y'see, that's what I thought!" You exclaim a little.

"Okay?" He laughs.

His grip on your hand is secure, swinging it slightly as he tosses his empty coffee cup into the community trash collection by a lamppost along the riverside path. Passing your coffee cup to him, he tosses yours in, too. Gives little thought to helping you out with teeny tiny tasks. Makes your life easier, 'cause it fulfils him in a way he doesn't know how to explain. He just knows that he'd run to the end of the earth and back for you.

"You ever go to Sanghyun's?"

"Who?"

"Party guy. Had an old house—"

"Oh, on the outskirts?" Jeongguk chirps, barely able to recall any of the nights spent there. He just knows that he did, indeed, spend many a night there. "Yeah, a few times. They were never much fun."

"Too much drama?"

"Wasn't a party at Sanghyun's if there wasn't drama," he laughs. "Too much alcohol for such weak livers. You go to some, too?"

"A few."

"Funny," he says. "Imagine if we met."

It seems as if Jeongguk is just as slow as you are. It's just as unfathomable to him as it was to you that he could have met you without remembering.

"Hayun seems to think we have."

Jeongguk stops walking. Doesn't let go of your hand. "What?"

Turning to face him, there's a softness to your eyes. Dusted in glitter, you're every bit as ethereal as you always are.

"That's literally impossible," he says, quite positively affronted. "I'd remember—"

"You ever kiss anyone that wasn't Hayun at those parties?"

He swallows. Doesn't remember doing it, as such, but remembers the subsequent fights with Hayun about it. Fears that you being aware of this will make you think it's a pattern of behaviour for him—that he can't be trusted.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you tap through to Instagram. Scroll down your archived posts until you find the blundering mess of your university days. Hidden for years now, you've never been able to bring yourself to delete the pictures. Not fully. They're memories you've long forgotten, but whenever you look at them, you feel as if perhaps it wasn't all that long ago.

As you pass your phone over to him, his brows furrow. On your screen is a much younger iteration of you with Danbi: a photo taken in a mirror that Jeongguk knows damn well he's got half a dozen photos in, too. You're both covered in glitter, and drinks are in your hands.

Before the time of Instagram carousels, there was only a single picture, but as he scrolls up, he can see it didn't stop you from posting multiple pictures on the same day. You were a fiend back then. Had little regard for the sanctity of other people's feeds. Are surprised people didn't unfollow you for the sheer amount you posted.

"What am I—" he starts, but cuts himself off once he realises exactly what he's looking at.

In the background of a group picture—you, Danbi, and some people you no longer remember the names of—is a smile that you know you'll never forget. Not now.

Laughing and joking with a friend—Jimin, you think, but can only see the back of his head—is none other than Jeon Jeongguk himself.

Younger then, his hair is long, and his lip is pierced. His tattoos aren't quite as intense, but you can almost hear his laugh through the screen. You know the music must have been loud, because you think it would have been impossible to hear such a melody and not fall head over heels.

Eventually, studying his intense gaze, you quietly say, "Hayun reckons you ended up covered in glitter that night, somehow."

Part of him thinks this is some sort of elaborate hoax. Like you're playing some sort of joke.

"That night?" He asks.

You nod. "That night, Gguk."

He looks between you and the phone with a taut sense of confusion. While your words make sense, the reality of it all feels somewhat unbelievable. If it weren't for the fact the photos are on your account, maybe you'd have trouble believing it, too.

You'd gone in search of proof—of something to make sense of it all—during the subway ride over to Jeongguk's gym. Had scrolled and scrolled and scrolled, knowing that Hayun learned of your identity through Instagram.

It's sort of funny, how Jeongguk first used Instagram to reach out to you last year. While yes, you had a lot of mutual connections, you hadn't given it much thought. Barely even considered that maybe you'd have ever been tagged in the same posts.

Eyes settling on yours, his expression is hard to read until a smile eventually breaks through the clouds of his confusion.

"You mean to tell me we could have figured this shit out years ago?"

Puffing your cheeks up, there's an endearing quality to your awkwardness, and the way you don't let go of his hand. Instead, you begin to swing his arm lightly with yours. Shrug a little. "Looks like it."

He pulls you closer. Smiles when you get up on your tippy toes. Whispers against your lips, "Y'know, I think the universe wants us together."

Your adoration-encased giggle is cut off by a kiss so cosmic you know he must be right. Like ships in the night, you'd passed one another by until the time was right. Fate couldn't help herself. Continually tried to weave you together before you were ready.

"Get ready for Tae's at mine," Jeongguk instructs as he finally begins to lead you both back along the path.

"Got nothing to wear," you begin to argue, but it's a casual event. The evening before the big show, you're only going to Tae's studio for a few drinks. It's not a big deal. You know that you could show up in a bin bag, and no one would care.

"You already look nice," he tells you, not thinking you need to change. "But it doesn't matter. Let's raincheck dinner. I need a shower, and I need you in there with me."

Laughing at how shameless he is, you roll your eyes. "Say please ."

"Please, baby."

And how can you not fold, when he speaks like that?

"Fine."

He pulls you a little closer. Presses a kiss to the top of your head. Whispers, "I love you."

[spideysources]

✎ THE LAST DINNER PARTY PROMPTS: a collection of roleplay and writing prompts from the last dinner party's album prelude to ectasy.

“Wine is on your blouse.” 

“You think it's so romantic.”

“We're both just addicts.”

“Burn me alive.” 

“You don't wanna hurt me but I want you to.”

“You made me bite my tongue.” 

“There’s blood in my glass.”

“Will you buy a new one?”

“I'm only here for your entertainment.” 

“I know I'm better off not looking back.” 

“I wish I didn't want you.” 

“Bite me again.” 

“I will hold your hands to stop them from shaking.” 

“I will be on your side.” 

“When you're lying here, I believe you love me.” 

“What I’m feeling isn't lust, it's envy.” 

“What good are red lips when you're faced with something sharp?”

“I wish I could be a beautiful boy.” 

“I wish I knew you.” 

“I wish I knew you before it felt like a sin.” 

“There's nothing for me here.”

“How you touch me, for that I'd leave it all.” 

“Pray for me on your knees.” 

“So turn and face me, turn to the altar of lust.” 

“Cleanse my soul, make me whole.” 

“Hold me.” 

“We can't go back.” 

“Strike me, pierce me straight through the heart.” 

“Picture me in bed, under your crucifix.” 

“I felt like one of those portraits of women protected by a beast on a chain.”

“I wish you had given me the courtesy of ripping out my throat.” 

“Let my last words be our last dance.” 

“I'd die for you, no questions asked.” 

“I wish you had given me the courtesy of staying one more night.” 

“I wish I had the guts to put up a fight.” 

“If anyone killed me, it probably would be you.” 

“And you can hold me like he held her.”

“And I will fuck you, like nothing matters.” 

“We're a lot alike.” 

“I'm putting all my bets on you.” 

“I hope they never understand us.” 

“I put my heart in your palms, my home in your arms.” 

“Nothing matters!” 

“This is the only thing I know how to do.”

“Cause I'm no good until I cry.”

“And lately I've been thinking, ‘What if I keep sinking?’ If I drown, will they make me a star?” 

“I'm just a mirror, break my glass to fix your heart.” 

“I'm just a mirror, I don't exist without your gaze.”

“I fade away.” 

“If you drown, do they know who you are?” 

“I'll leave you flowers but not my name.” 

“When I drown, will I get very far?”

“Lately, I've been drinking. I need to stop my thinking.” 

[merci-bitch]

Charlize’s characters being jealous?

Hi!!

Well, what can I say. 😺

Warning(s): NSFW mentions, mentions of death, jealousy, semi public, PDA, possessiveness

Also, not my gifs! Credit goes to whoever made them ! <3

Lady Lesso

- Yikes

- Girl is possessive

- If you do it on purpose.

- I’ll come to your funeral.

- She will go feral. I mean crazy

- Lesso isn’t bitching around

- Don’t fuck with her

- Again, if you decide to play wicked and do it on purpose, she will kick your arse. ;)

- She will show you, who you belong to.

- She won’t play nice

- Lesso doesn’t play nice with bratty little girls 👀

- She will not let you walk properly for weeks

- She will make it her own personal mission.

- If it wasn’t on purpose that certain person suddenly goes missing.

- She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

- She will still take you to bed, make sure you know who you belong to.

- Girl ain’t sharing one bit of you.

Andy

- To be fair

- I’ve seen people say she doesn’t get jealous

- Course she does

- She’s just lived so long it doesn’t effect her as much as perhaps Lesso

- She will be a little, perhaps colder in her behaviour

- She will pull you closer to herself

- Perhaps wrap her arm around you

- She trusts you, and trusts you won’t do anything to hurt her

- Cause she can’t handle another heartbreak

- She might be a little feisty. But not too much because she trusts you with her heart

Elaine Markinson

- She’s similar to Lesso

- Only she will backfire it

- If she notices that you’re doing it on purpose

- She will make you jealous

- Elaine doesn’t take shit

- She takes what she wants

- When she wants

- Daddy’s blue ribbon girl

- If you wanna act like a brat?

- Go ahead. See how fun it is

- Cause if you’re doing it purpose, she will give you your punishment in a whole other way

- Cold shoulder

- Call you a slut perhaps 🤷🏼‍♀️

- If you’re not doing it on purpose, she’ll be all handsy.

- Make you sit in her lap

- Whisper filth in your ear

- Her hands on your thighs and hips, occasionally giving a squeeze

- She would, without doubt, make out with you in front of anyone who’s a much as tries to steal you from her

- Telling them to fuck off as she openly asks you if she should take you home for a good fuck

Charlotte Field

- Now she does get jealous.

- Charlotte was used to you getting jealous from when she used to chat with the Canadian prime minister

- She loved the thrill of it

- Sex was amazing - quote from Ms. Field.

- But when it’s her?

- She gets pouty.

- Perhaps a little insecure

- Even though girl loads of confidence

- She’s always scared of losing you because of her job

- She doesn’t always have those 5 minutes to be affectionate

- Margret will always spoil your plan

- If you intend to do it on purpose, she will know

- She will try to backfire it , sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t

- She doesn’t like to jealous

- Doesn’t like to be teased

- Girl is desperate

- She’s bossy af

- Loves when you’re jealous though

- Loves to tease you about it

- Cause she knows you will flip on her

- Sex was amazing - Ms. Field.

Clea Strange

- Well

- Is it possible?

- I think, if you’re trying to do it on purpose, she’ll find it amusing

- I don’t think Clea is the jealous type like that

- I don’t really think she will act out on it

- Perhaps she’d still give you a little reminder

- If you’re in a relationship with both Clea and Stephen, S will get jealous

- Again, I don’t think Clea is the jealous type

Mavis Gary

- Be prepared to die

- Ask Marri

- No but she will go crazy

- She’s already in such a bad place mentally that she wouldn’t be able to handle it

- And it’s so sad

- Because she’s a teasing type

- She just doesn’t have the energy for it

- She will feel broken by it

- But if she’s in a better state mentally, and knows you’re only doing it to get a rise in her

- Boy are you in for a night

- I think she would go crazy

- On you

- In you

- She will threaten you

- Tease you

- Leave you on edge

- Too bad you got yourself in this position in the first place 🤷🏼‍♀️

Lorraine Broughton

- Honestly, if we’re thinking outside the box and adding her American self

- I think she would be like Clea

- Find it amusing

- She will still get jealous, perhaps a more quiet jealous until you’re alone

- If she trusts you, knows you, loves you

- I think she would find it rather amusing , knowing she could leave you weak with just a simple touch

- She will be all smug about it before she takes you home

- Absolutely rails you

- Perhaps in your more normal way, just more teasing

- She doesn’t need to tell you who you belong to

- She will make you voice it

- Aftercare is bomb, cuddles

Cipher

- Tough cookie

- Well

- Do I have to explain?

- She’s got big dick energy

- Either beg for forgiveness or prepare to DIE

- Girl ain’t having it

- Choose your death

1. Choked to death

2. Shot in the head

3. Begging on your knees before her

- If it wasn’t your fault

- She would jsut kill the person

- Honestly

- She doesn’t give a shit 😭

- But if you need a reminder ?

- Well.

- GOOD LUCK PAHAHAH

Ravenna

- Eh

- Don’t

- Don’t even try to make the Queen jealous

- If it’s before the second movie, she will threaten to take your beauty for herself

- Seeing the dear fear in your eyes

- She loves it

- Gets her going

- That knowing smirk on her lips

- She just have to raise her eyebrow at you

- Daring you to continue

- It’ll leave you a mess for days

- Second movie

- Love is illegal because sis girl is trying to be special

- It’ll be more fun

- Cause you can get away with it more

- It pisses Ravenna off because she can’t go take you now and then

- In secret she’ll have you wish you could beg for mercy

- Freya asking why you seem sick or injured

- Ravenna sitting in the back, biting down her own grin