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𝐈𝐕. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 - taglist

IN WHICH, leon is giving his all and trying so hard to save your relationship after the tragic incident but you have given up all hope on everything, including yourself. you've let yourself go, pretending like your actions have zero consequences, fighting with leon in the early mornings, making up with sex, and then doing it all again. doesn't it get exhausting making the bed?

WARNINGS, iv. 1k, angst, curse word, alludes to sex, sex as an apology, toxic reader, alludes to reader doing drugs, leon is desperate,

"Carlos? 'Goodbye, Carlos'?" Leon was angry, angry couldn't even begin to describe the emotion he was feeling. He felt like his blood was bubbling with rage. No, it wasn't rage. It was betrayal. "Leon.. It's not what it looks like—" He cuts you off, not even bothering to hear you out. "Oh? It's not? Really? Cause it looks like you were on the phone with your ex boyfriend." You sigh, cringing at the fact that he was in fact right. You caved, weakened your common sense and called the one person you shouldn't of.

Leon was familiar with Carlos, well, at least his legacy. Leon knew all about how Carlos fucked you over and you expressed to him you were terrified of him doing the same to you. Now here you both were, you were the one breaking the promise that you insisted on having. "Leon, please. I was just..." You trail off. You were just what? Desperate? Leon sighs, throwing the bouquet of flowers onto the coffee table, small drops of water sliding out of the plastic encasing. He was trying to do something nice, try to cheer you up.

You were so sweet last night, so apologetic. Now, he thought he was a fool for even thinking you were getting better. There was not an ounce of courage in you to change. He knew that, but once again, he fell for your simple minded games. He was getting tired of it, tired of being led on just to be let down. It was silent as the two of you exchanged looks, almost like you were trying to communicate through your eyes. You were the first one to look away, the way he looked at you with hurt was eating at you, making you cave.

He didn't know what to say. Was there anything he could say to make this better? His stomach turns with doubt. Had you finally cracked? He knew this day was coming, the day where you lose it, lose all your morals. The sickest part of it all? He was okay with it. He was okay with becoming a martyr to you. He would testify until his final breath that you were a good person. He would cling to as he took his last breath to die in your arms, even if you didn't want him to.

It was pathetic almost, to love someone so much that he could look the other way in times like this. Could it even be called love anymore? It was silent. Was it because neither of you dared to speak? Or because neither of you knew what to say? Was there even anything to say? Leon knew he should protest, call you some kind of degrading word for cheating, or even imploring the idea, but he doesn't. He couldn't. He swallows, his mouth is dry. He felt like a fool. You were the queen and he was the court jester.

The silence was starting to become unnerving. Serving as only a cruel reminder that he couldn't stand up to you. Sure, he could scold and yell at you for hours. But this. This was different. This was do or die. At least, that's what if felt like. He could feel you slipping through his fingers. He wanted to hold on, despite how much you've hurt him. You were still his everything. Insecure thoughts filled his overworked mind. Would you really go back to Carlos? He couldn't put it past you.

Maybe a few months ago he would know you wouldn't. He wasn't so sure now. You'd done things you swore you'd never do. Was your word even loyal anymore? Were you loyal? The silence goes on. You weren't even looking at him. You couldn't even muster up the courage to face what you'd done? He watched you stare at the floor, bottom lip slotted between his teeth, biting at the pink skin. They'd surely get swollen later. He waited, he would say for what, but he knew. He was waiting for you to offer sex. Offer your body to him like that was some kind of remedy and maybe it was.

He was weak to you, your body. You knew it, he knew it. You could stop him in his tracks like no other. Make his mind turn to mush with just a simple flirt. You were his drug, but he wasn't yours. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you stood up, walking over to Leon with a defeated posture. "Let me make it up to you..." You finally spoke the magic words. Those words were practically tattooed in his mind now. Your offer hung in the air, tempting and dangerous.

He couldn't help but feel like a pawn in your game, a game he never signed up for. The room echoed with the weight of the decision he was about to make, a decision that could either solidify your relationship or tear it apart completely. The silence lingered, a deafening sound that echoed the uncertainty of the future. The clock ticked, almost taunting Leon that he was running out of time.

And in that fragile moment, Leon found himself grappling with the choice between holding onto the love he had for you or letting go to preserve what was left of his shattered pride. He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity, any glimmer of the person he fell in love with. You were looking up at him, he could get lost in your eyes. The longer he looked at you, the less everything seemed to matter. Was this really a big deal? It was just a phone call, right...? "Okay..." He nods with a weak voice.

The bouquet of flowers, filled with lilies and irises, now sat abandoned on the coffee table. They'll probably die before either of you gets to put them in a vase of water. Drops of water escaped the plastic encasing, mirroring the tears that threatened to spill from both your eyes. Leon's shoulders were slumped, wondering if he made the right decision and he allows you to lead him into the bedroom. It was midday, but it looked dark out already. Maybe it was supposed to rain.

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are you still writing for mike wheeler? (i know requests are closed, this is just purely out of curiosity.)

the short is answer is maybe LMAO idk what im doing tbh, maybe when s5 comes out i might wanna write for him again but atm i have no plans to write for stranger things but im not going to rule anything off just yet — the people/fandoms im currently writing for

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₊˚✧ she said fuck me like im famous — in which ellie 'teaches' you how to play the guitar.

rockstar!ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings: 0.6.k words, smutty, is this highly inaccurate? probs. do i care? no. pet names (baby, babe, filthy girl), hand kink, teasing, reader wears a skirt, temperature play?, fingering, finger sucking

masterlists - new account @pearlcigs

The hum of Ellie's fingers plucking at the strings of her beloved guitar filled the room. She was sat on the bed, various bracelets cluttering her wrist. Your eyes were locked on her hands, watching intently, focused on her veins rather than her skills. Her shirt was unbuttoned, lazily array on her shoulders, the grey of her sports bra matching the boxers peaking through the top of her pants. She looked so good and had no idea what she was doing to you. "Come sit on my lap." Or maybe she did?

"Hm?" You responded, watching as she moved the electric guitar away from her lap to make room for you to sit. "Gonna teach you how to play." She smiles devilishly. You obey her wishes, skittishly walking towards her and sitting on her lap. Truly, you had no desire to learn how to play, more than okay with watching her experienced hands do all the work. She placed the guitar on your lap, chin resting on your shoulder.

Ellie grabbed your hands, putting them in the correct positions. She guided your fingers, her touch doing everything right to your body. Yeah, she definitely knew what she was doing to you. She strummed your fingers over the strings, the vibration on your thighs faint but you were already worked up. "Ellie." You uttered, a smirk on her face as she kissed your shoulder. "Yes, baby? Somethin' wrong?" She asked in a cocky tone.

Everything about her turned you on. "Do you need help?" Ellie's tone was confident, she was getting exactly what she wanted and you both knew it. "Saw you staring at my hands." She admits, kissing from your shoulder to your neck. "They excite you or something?" She continues with her painful teasing, stroking the strings once again to let the vibration flow your your thighs. "Ellie." You whimpered, composure quickly disintegrating.

"Bet you wish I was playing with you and not the guitar, hm?" One of Ellie's hands slide down to your thigh, squeezing tightly, veins becoming more prominent. "Yes." You admitted, breathlessly. "Yeah? Like seeing my fingers? Was doin' it on purpose." She admits, she was absolutely bold. Unafraid of the empty threats you might try to scare her with from her antics.

She moves the guitar off your lap, moving it to the side for later. Cold finger tips tickling up your thigh to you panty covered cunt. "Soaking through your pants, babe." She chuckles applying just the tiniest bit of pressure to watch you squirm. "El..." You whine, hips arching off her lap slightly. "Gonna fuck you like a rockstar and then write a song about it. Everyone's gonna know what a freak you are." Her free hand fingers her way to your lips, intruding through them. You don't even wait for her command to suck on her nimble fingers.

"The lyrics'll be about how much you love my fingers. How much you love them in your mouth... in your pussy.." She teases but she was far from finished, pushing your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side. The coldness from her hands make your warm cunt flutter from the temperature difference. "Maybe I'll put your desperate moans in the background vocals? Hm? How does that sound?" She slowly strokes your clit.

You moan, proving her point that the noises she drew from you were desperate. She slides a finger into your weeping cunt, pushing her fingers further into your mouth. The thrusts both hands at the same time, finger your cunt and mouth at the same time. "Yeah, baby. Take my fingers, filthy girl."

requested / inspired by @thatgiraffefromtlou rockstar ellie makes me lose it this took forever because i couldn't figure out how to execute it - i was also debating vibrator synced to the guitar with bluetooth so lmk if i should write that

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⋆ make a woman out of me

christian!virgin!reader x ellie williams

summary ⋆ you swore to yourself you only longed for ellie in a platonic way, but as you get older you seem to realize just how pretty she really is.

warnings ⋆ 2.95k ⋆ smut, i might get cancelled 🤷‍♀️, reader (non penetrative) virginity loss, religious themes, ellie is 19, reader is 18, pastor's daughter!reader, mentions of homophobia, alludes to reader's parents being homophobic, ellie smokes weed, pet names (pretty girl, babe, honey, baby, good girl), cursing, first kiss, corruption, corruption kink, oral (r recieving)

time moved slowly within the parameters of jackson. the same familiar faces, day in and day out. though, it was comforting living in such a community. the horrors of the world beyond the walls that stood tall was something you rarely wanted to think about. it made you sick to your stomach to think of your friends, loved ones, even people you weren't particularly close with, outside of the safe walls, being face to face with whatever monsters marred the unhabitual world.

your parents were strict with religion, your father being the only self acclaimed paster that jackson has ever had to offer. there was never a time you could remember, even before finding refuge in the cozy town, where your parents weren't devout. vivid memories of your mother's fingers gliding over the cross necklace she wore around her neck when you would get in trouble. disappointed sighs and signs of the cross, begging the lord above for forgiveness, explaining to the sky you were too young to know what you've done was a sin.

the bible was followed closely in your home, and you obliged without caution. you prayed, attended your father's mass sessions in the tiny chapel just down the road where he preached the bible, wore the holy cross around your neck to show your devotion, you've read the old torn and withered bible you were so lucky to find front to back. religion was all you've ever known and you had found no reason to ever question the man who hung on your wooden walls, hanging from a cross with his hands and feed nailed to it like an animal. that was, until ellie.

"come on, don't you wanna jus' see what it feels like?" ellie teased, waving the joint in front of your face like a taunt. "no thank you." you replied, sitting at the foot of her bed, legs crossed, eyes wandering around her room. when ellie first came to jackson you were infatuated with her, dwindling it down to pure want but only of friendship. "good girl, that's what you say when someone offers you this shit." ellie moves the weed away from your face, inhaling it and then turning away to exhale the smoke away from you.

it started with just friendly smiles, offering to show her around and help her get to know everyone. she was wary of you. honestly, afraid of your friendly demeanor. people on the outside of the jackson walls were cruel and vicious, she thought, with no doubt in her mind, you were being friendly to lure her into some kind of trap. she danced around you with caution, keeping her distance but also decidingly giving you a chance. she quickly became fond of you, your personality, your looks. everything about you appealed to ellie and something about that made you proud, even more eager to befriend her.

the words 'good girl' ring from her mouth and you're not sure how to respond. was there even a proper response to your best friend calling you that? a simple nod was all you could come up with. watching her lips intently as she blew the smoke out of her lungs. your fingers came up to your neck, fiddling with the cross necklace around your neck, a habit passed down from your mother. ellie never paid much attention to your shy outlook on life. you were reserved and a part of her liked that she had so much of you to herself.

it wasn't until you were 17 that you finally came to terms with the fact that your infatuation was more than just a yearning to be her friend. tears of guilt streaming down your face in the confessional at the shoddy chapel, divider between you and you and the young volunteer who was ready to beg jesus to abolish your sins. "i'm a girl... and i like another girl." you sniffled, lowering the pitch of your voice instinctively so he wouldn't see past your anonymity. ache in your heart when silence was returned, until soft mutterings of a prayer, asking jesus to forgive your tainted heart.

ellie extended her arms behind her head, a small stretch that gave you big feelings. her shirt rode up, exposing the small of her stomach. you swallowed harshly, wondering why god would tempt you with something like this. a soft sigh emits from ellie's lips, flicking the almost finished joint into a nearby makeshift ashtray. a soft sigh falling from her perfect lips. intent eyes trying to be secretive of the no less then unholy thoughts that you were being tempted with.

ellie was put off at first by your fervent religion. her experiences were tainted, never having a good visual of what a healthy relationship with god looked like. she was unsure if you were going to try and convert her into some pious worshipper. you weren't secretive of your religion and that much was enough to make ellie suspicious. with time she realized you were different from the other religious people she's met. only bringing up your religion or anything to do with it when you were directly asked or if it was really important to speak about.

"whatchu lookin' at, pretty girl?" she chuckled as she noticed the way your eyes locked onto her, like if you looked away she'd be gone. it wasn't unusual for ellie to be flirty or to make casual remarks about how pretty you were. still, every time she did your cheeks were adorned in a rosy color. "just you, i guess. i dunno..." you answered back quickly, hoping that answer was enough to satisfy her eager curiosity. "yeah? just me? got something you wanna say to me?" she was just joking around, trying to get you riled up and flustered but you did have things you wanted to say to her.

"no." you answered, though you were sure she wasn't expecting an actual response. "no? yikes, babe, i'm hurt, thought we had somethin' real here." she smiled and you felt the butterflies in your stomach become tongue tied. one thing you loved about ellie above all things was her smile, how the skin around her eyes scrunched up just the tiniest bit, the apples of her cheeks becoming more prominent. everything about her smile made your head spin.

"els, i like you." the words slip out of your mouth before you could even process what was going on. her smile that coerced you to confess to her in the first place falters. "i'm sorry?" she questions, unsure if you meant what she thought you did. you had never said anything that led ellie to believe you were homophobic or that you thought all gay people were sinners like most of the older people who were religious in jackson did. but still she was careful to keep her sexuality from you, strongly assured you would take after your parents' stance on homosexuality.

"i... i don't know why i said that." you say, truthfully. mouth slightly agape and eyes widened with shock that you'd just outed yourself after years of trying to force down your feelings. there was a silence between the two of you. silence wasn't uncommon around each other, sometimes the both of you preferring to spend your time together quietly as a way to unwind after a treacherous day. but this silence was different than those times. ellies breath was caught in her throat, words jumbled on her tongue.

she only began reacting when she saw the panic on your face, followed by your eyes becoming glassy. "hey, hey. don't cry. it's okay." she comforted, sitting up and placing a hand on your knee. she wasn't good at comforting people, you were well aware of that. "i didn't mean to.." you admitted, voice timid and quiet, still uncertain to how she would react. "hey, it's okay, honey." the term of endearment sliding off her tongue like she was meant to call you that for the rest of your lives.

"i'm not mad." ellie affirms, her tone soft, knowing how afraid of other people's anger you are. another flash of silence emerges, just you and ellie staring at each other. neither of you knowing what to say. she pitied you, seeing how much you resented yourself. your bottom lip slotted between your teeth, biting hard enough to potentially draw blood. "don't do that..." she mutters, gently running her thumb over your partially chapped lips, pulling your bottom lip out of your teeth's grasp.

your breath hitches, a small shudder traveling up your spine. your eyes locked on hers, your heart beating loud enough for the whole world to hear. ellie's eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes. "i've liked you for a while." you admit, knowing there was no going back at this point. "oh, yeah?" her voice was low, some would even describe as seductive. her thumb still lingering on your bottom lip. "yeah." you whisper back, your eyes now flickering down to her lips.

ellie's hand moves to your jaw. her eyes flicking down to your lips one last time before she leans down and presses her lips against yours. her lips are soft, just like you had imagined. she seems skilled, like she knew what she was doing and what the end goal was. a small smile forming on her face as she realizes you have no idea what you're doing. “like this.” she mumbles against your lips acutely aware how clueless you were when it came to romance.

you follow her lead, doing your best to follow her lead. her free hand finding your waist, squeezing gently. you pull away, panting faintly. "i don't know.." you mumble, trailing off as ellie puts her lips back to yours. the hand that was on your jaw roaming to the back of your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair. "i know." ellie responds moments later, her lips brushing against your with each syllable. you couldn't comprehend what was happening, your mind going blank with ellie's lips on yours. she adored the way you looked at her. looking at her like you needed her.

she gently lays you back, grabbing the first pillow she could find and settling it under your head so you were comfortable. her thighs either side of your body, her body weight on top of you, giving you a cozy feeling you'd never experienced before. "you don't even know how long i've been wantin' to kiss your pretty lips..." she whispers, her bangs hanging in front of her face. you bring your hand up to her face, nervously tucking the hair behind her ear. "god, you're so fuckin'..." she stops, just taking a second to admire how alluring you looked under her.

her lips dip down to your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. your breath hitches, a small whine pushing past your swollen lips. ellie groans against the skin of your neck. "make more of those pretty noises f'r me." she mumbles, hips rolling over yours, another whine spilling from you at the pleasurable feeling. ellie's kisses move away from your neck, down your body. trailing down your collarbone to your clothes chest to your stomach. her lips stop, hovering right above your pussy.

your heart was beating out of your chest, you back arching a little in anticipation. "how bad do you wan' it? tell me, baby. tell me how much you wan' me." she was totally and utterly obsessed with you, her mind becoming drunk by the thought of you— the mere sight of you. "p-please, els..." you mumbled, voice timid from embarrassment. it was partially expected though, you'd never done anything like this. "i want you..." it was simple but effective, making ellie go feral for you. "fuck—"

she lowers her lips to your pussy, kissing over the fabric of your shorts. watching her through hooded eyes, your pussy throbbing from her touch. "gonna eat this pussy s'good. show you what you've been missin' out on." she groans, the fabric of your shorts dampening as she trails her tongue over the sensitive area. ellie surprised herself, shocked that she was able to dirty talk to you so easily like this. your hips were writhing against the bed, more eager than you've ever been in your entire life. you felt dirty for wanting this, knowing that god was watching you become a total slut for ellie.

ellie's fingers hooked on your shorts, pulling them down slow as slow could be, chuckling as you whined. "ellie. ellie, please." you muttered, begging for her to hurry up. ellie's eyes rolled back, the sound of you begging getting her more aroused than she's ever been. no one's ever made her feel like this before. she was done with the teasing, if not for your sake but for hers. she pulled your shorts and underwear off swiftly, discarding them somewhere to find later.

her eyes locked on your bare pussy, fighting back a moan at the sight. "you've got me so fucked up, babe." she muttered, kissing around your thighs first. you were nervous, breath shallow and quick paced, hungry for ellie but embarrassed nevertheless. your voice was caught in your throat, blinking quickly as you watched ellie kiss all over your thighs. ellie looked up at you and you were able to see that she was just as nervous as you. "is this okay? you can tell me to stop." she sounded sincere, pushing aside her pure need to get your consent.

you nodded, not trusting your voice. "use your words like the good girl you are, yeah?" she's longing to just taste your glistening cunt. "yes— yes, els. 't's okay..." she doesn't waste another second after hearing your shaky voice, tongue urgently dipping between your wet folds. you moan at the contact, feeling like you were on cloud 9. ellie's tongue presses flat against your clit, your hand clamping over your mouth. moans being muffled as ellie savors the sweet noises your dripping cunt was making.

ellie wasn't fond of you muffling your perfect little sounds, wanting to hear just how good she could make you feel. "let me hear you. don't make me punish you.." you don't move your hand away from your sinful mouth. your free hand finds ellie's, interlocking your fingers which she gladly accepts. "c'mon, baby. let me hear you." she encourages once more, lips moving against you with ease, mixture of your wetness and her spit. but to her dismay, you still ignored her commands. her free hand sliding your shirt up your body to expose your breasts, you were never one to wear a bra. her hand kneading the supple flesh, thumb running over your nipple.

she licks a strip from your entrance to your clit, making your thighs shake with immense pleasure. "wanna be a brat?" she mumbles into your pussy, looking up at you through her eyelashes, staring you down as her tongue circles your clit. "what is it they make you do in confession? hail mary's? 5 of 'em, now. or i stop." she smirks, watching the look in your eye become more flustered by her request. you slowly move your hand away from your mouth, not wanting this pleasure to ever stop.

"h-hail mary, full of grace—" you cut yourself off with a moan, eyes squeezing shut as you lift your hips, pushing your cunt further into ellie's face. "get to ruin this pretty pussy." ellie groans. "keep goin'. don't stop." she aids you to continue, feeling your cunt flutter around her tongue. "the lord is with— is with thee..." you continue, stuttering through the words. "good girl, keep goin' f'r me. let me hear you." she continues to egg you on, talking into your pussy. her own moans mixing in with the sound of yours.

"blessed art thou— ellie, please..." you whine, squeezing her hand and throwing your head back into the pillow, back arching off the bed. "c'mon, pretty girl. blessed art thou..." you toes curl at her words and the feeling of her tongue teasing your entrance. "—amongst... amongst women..." you trail off, mind becoming to hazy to even remember the words to the prayer you've prayed everyday since you could talk. ellie smirked into your cunt, relishing in the feeling of being able to turn your mind into mush, being the only one able to turn your mind into mush.

your moans and whines became breathier and higher pitched with each flick of her tongue. your stomach twisting in an unfamiliar knot. "ah, ah, ellie—" your thighs trying to clench together and push her head away, the feeling becoming too much. "you're gonna cum, baby?" she spreads your legs wider, her only greedy want is to make pleasure wash over you. "ellie! ellie! ellie!" you chant her name, eyes rolling back as the pleasurable wave of your orgasm finally hits you, moans loud and unfiltered.

"there we go... yeah, nice an' easy. fuck." she mutters, tongue fucking you through your high until your writhing and pushing her off of you. her lips relocating to your thighs and slowly working their way up to your pelvic bone, soft kisses against your skin. "tasted so good, baby. best pussy i've ever had." she praises, eager to show you just how much you pleasured her even though you technically didn't make her cum. "els..." you whined, face flushed a rosy red. "yeah, baby. 'm right here." she leaves a trail of kisses up your body as she reaches your lips, leaving a soft peck to let you know she was here. "does this mean you like me too...?" you asked innocently. "are you serious?"

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congrats on 600!! <3

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐌 : send me a song & character and i'll write a drabble !

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers with old man leon pretty please i love angst

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nsfw : fem!reader, alcoholic!leon, angst, alcohol, older!leon, p in v.

"i hate you for what you did"

you could never forget his promise to you, his promise to care for you, to love you, to treat you good like you truly deserve. but instead, you endure countless nights of him shutting you out, only to seek comfort in a bottle of old whiskey. you hated him when he was like this, drunk with no control over his emotions or most importantly, his words.

the things he would say to you, it hurt you, it cut you and it made you cry when none of it was your fault. all you wanted was to make things better. but you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.

"and i miss you like a little kid"

you miss the feeling of being held in his strong arms that once vowed to protect you forever, but you were young then and you were naïve. you miss how he’d always be there to help when you needed him, when you felt down. you miss how he held you gently, when he’d kiss your neck to tease you, to draw out your pleasure—when he actually cared for your pleasure. you miss when the feeling of his lips against yours was passionate, when he touched you gently, when you made love. you miss how he’d crack dad jokes to make you laugh when you felt like crying, leon made you feel safe.

"i faked it every time"

you don’t even remember the last time leon made love to you. you don’t remember the last time he told you how much he loved you. instead he was busy, away on important business that he never cared to tell you about because he’d say you didn’t understand, because you were young? countless nights of him coming back to you, your bed, to apologize, to make it up to you, but it didn’t feel the same anymore, the love, the pleasure. he wasn’t the same man you fell in love with.

"but that's alright i can hardly feel anything,"

so that’s why you don’t say anything when he tells you he loves you as he bullies into your cunt. the feeling all too familiar. his breath hot against your cheek slightly as he whispers those words to you. that’s why you don’t kiss him back when he smashes his lips against yours fervently. that’s why you don’t look into those ocean eyes that once held so much love for you, instead, you stare up into the blankness of the ceiling, just like the blankness in your heart. that’s why you don’t stay when he asks you to.

"hardly feel anything at all…"

tears in your eyes and he halts his movements, plopping down beside you to doze off. you turn to your side and pull the duvet over you, now the only thing that makes you feel protected. tears spill down you cheeks as you snuggle into the pillow, now damp. that’s why you realize now, that you don’t miss him anymore, that you don’t feel anything anymore. those feelings you once had for him, blown away in the wind that holds all of his broken promises.

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kin list 🥳

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probs not accurate bc i have no idea how to make me ever but this is so cute !!

tags ; @ouchvns @saintlulls @faesaint @arthursgirl1 + anyone else who’s wants to do this :)

Look at this cuteeee little bratz doll game I found, this time I got the link yall here

Here’s mine

Gonna do more of these because these are so fun to do!!

Tagging: @chosoist @simpingfor-wakasa @honeybleed @k9nto and anyone else who wants to do it <33

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Be as intrusive as you want, I'll answer 110% honestly.

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

3. Are you a virgin?

4. Are you in a relationship?

5. Are you in love?

6. Are you single this year?

7. Can you commit to one person?

8. Describe your crush

9. Describe your perfect mate

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

11. Do you ever want to get married?

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

13. Do you get jealous easily?

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

15. Do you have any piercings?

16. Do you have any tattoos?

17. Do you like kissing in public?

20. Do you shower every day?

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

43. How long was your longest relationship?

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

45. How many people did you kiss in 2011?

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

55. Share a relationship story.

56. State 8 facts about your body

57. Things you want to say to an ex

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

64. What is your definition of cheating?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

68. What is your sexual orientation?

69. What turns you off?

70. What turns you on?

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

83. Who was your first kiss with?

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

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ong might be the best theme i've ever made (click to see better)

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I've already talked about Leon's lip wobble after he killed Krauser, but I've really been pouring over the freecam scenes, and I noticed something else. When Leon kills Krauser, when he brings the knife up and plunges it into Krauser's chest, he has his eyes closed.

He doesn't seem to open his eyes until the blade is already in Krauser's chest and even then, he doesn't look at Krauser, he's looking beyond him.

It isn't until the knife sinks all the way in and there's absolutely no going back, it's definitely a fatal wound for Krauser, that it looks like he's actually able to look at him, and then he immediately stands up and stumbles back and looks at his reflection in the blade covered in Krauser's blood.

We really can't see this with the in-game footage due to the cuts and the angle, but looking at it with the freecam is so cool 'cause there's so many more little details that we get to see.

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Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

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⋆ virgin!gf

ghost with a virgin!gf who taunts you with your virginity any chance he gets

ghost with a virgin!gf who only lets you cuddle with him when your panties are off but the second you rub against him for any kind of friction he's done

ghost with a virgin!gf who loves watching you try to get yourself off but you can't seem to get the hang of it

ghost with a virgin!gf who sits you on his thigh while he works and let's you 'discreetly' hump his thigh

ghost with a virgin!gf who jerks his leg to break your rhythm when he thinks you're getting too close

ghost with a virgin!gf who will lay you on the bed and strip you of all your clothes, blowing on your cunt to watch it flutter with need

ghost with a virgin!gf who lets you jerk his big cock off when you get him too worked up (especially right before a meeting)

könig with a virgin!gf who finds joy in feeling you squirm in bed next to him at night from how pent up he makes you

könig with a virgin!gf who will let you cup your hands around the bulge in his pants for no reason other to compare how little your hands are compared to his dick

könig with a virgin!gf who encourages you to wear revealing outfits and you do in hopes that he'll break and finally fuck you (he never does)

könig with a virgin!gf who really wants to take your virginity and him not being able to have sex with you is really hard for him but the teasing and edging pleasure he gets from making you wait is worth it

könig with a virgin!gf who will deadass just tell people you’re a virgin to embarrass you

könig with a virgin!gf who gets your hopes up by saying that he'll finally fuck you but the catch is he'll only fuck you anally

könig with a virgin!gf who loves watching you give him puppy dog eyes as you beg him for any kind of contact

first part (same person, just different blogs.)

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── toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart, baby, bang it up inside

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𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑-𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 - taglist

IN WHICH, leon is giving his all and trying so hard to save your relationship after the tragic incident but you have given up all hope on everything, including yourself. you've let yourself go, pretending like your actions have zero consequences, fighting with leon in the early mornings, making up with sex, and then doing it all again. doesn't it get exhausting making the bed?

WARNINGS, iii. 1.3k, mentions of hangover, suggestive(?), reader is going through it, curse words, reader does shady things with carlos

The once warm bed was cold when you woke up. Nothing by your side except the disheveled blanket from your peaceful sleep. The digital clock blinked the time, but it was too blurry for you to read what it said. The curtains were closed now, maybe Leon had closed them. Your head knocked in pain, a hangover surely plaguing your fatigued body. The brisk air nipped at your exposed skin as you slipped out of bed.

The floor was even colder, quickly padding over to the carpeted area just in front of the wardrobe. You forage around the unkempt clothes, pulling out a button down shirt that surely belonged to Leon. It hung over your shoulders as you buttoned just 3 or 4 of the buttons, too lazy to do the rest. You grabbed a random pair of underwear, slipping them on carelessly. Really everything was careless about your appearance as of late.

You stumbled into the kitchen, fiending for some coffee and a couple Advil pills to subside the pounding in your head. Sluggishly, you prepared your coffee, in time that you don't particularly remember, but you had your hot coffee now, so who cared? You swallowed the pills with ease, something you've gotten good at over these past few months. You looked around, sighing with defeat when you didn't see a note from Leon letting you know when or if he'd be home tonight.

Leaning against the counter and feeling sorry for yourself had became part of your daily morning routine. Of course, all while drinking the coffee that you don't even really like all that much. You rarely finish the sweet ecru colored beverage, leaving it in the microwave for Leon to finish when he inevitably comes home. Though recently, you've been worrying that maybe Leon's return home is inevitable.

All these thoughts plague your mind as the sweet coffee begins to make your teeth rot. You lost count how much sugar you poured into the small mug after the 5th spoonful. Leon always scolded you for wasting so much sugar into your drinks that you don't even finish. Wouldn't it just be common sense to add less sugar so you don't get a toothache or perhaps a tummy ache?

You often wondered where you would be without Leon. Maybe you'd be better off without the golden retriever of a man. But then again, you'd have no one if it weren't for Leon. Boyfriends and friends came and go, never having a sure best friend to confide everything in. It seemed you were damned to be cursed to be forever alone, that was until Leon came along. Could you even call your boyfriend your best friend or was that too cheesy?

The coffee swirled in the cup from your shaky hands, the headache taking far too long to dissipate although it had only been 15 minutes at most. Sourly, you leave the mug, that was still half full with liquid, on the counter. You pad across the floor until you reach the bedroom. Searching the rumpled sheets for any sign of your phone. You couldn't remember where you had left it. Had you even taken it home?

With no luck, you begin your expedition around the house. With only minutes of searching, you located it to be on the coffee table. One tap to the screen, your wallpaper lighting up to show a picture of you and Leon. A small smile lighting up your face when you saw the way Leon looked at you in the photo. But that sudden smile disappeared just as quickly as it came when there were no notifications to be read. Unless you count the software update available notification from the settings app.

You never understood why it irked you when you had no missed calls or texts, it was nothing new. Never a friend who cared enough to make sure you didn't die on the way home or to ask how you slept and what your plans for the day were. Acquaintances were easily mistaken as friends. Your headache only seemed to get worse as you worked yourself up despite the medication you'd taken to make it feel better.

You unlock your phone, your fingers moving in a muscle memory to put in the passcode. The green phone call app seemed harder to find this time but nevertheless you found it. Clicking on it and calling the one person you knew would answer. 1 ring, 2 rings, 3 rings. "Sorry this call could not be forwarded." The robotic voice informed you. He hung up on you...? Thoughts began to spiral as you tried to remember if anything you said last night might have caused Leon to finally leave you for good.

"Driving. Call you later." A text popped up on your screen from the man who used to rather lose his left arm than ignore you. You wanted to say you were shocked but part of you knew this day was coming. You don't bother responding, knowing he probably won't even read it. You wanted to talk to somebody, as desperate as it seemed. Without thinking, you begin typing a number into the keypad section, listening to each beep of the button with guilt growing with each press.

"What's up?" The voice echoed through the phone with only half a ring. A sigh emitted from your lips, partly relief and partly guilt. "Carlos, hey, are you busy?" You asked with a quiet voice like if someone were to hear you'd get in trouble, and fuck, you just might. "Busy? Not really." He sounded chill and relaxed, far from the way you sounded. You knew it was wrong, that you shouldn't be talking with your ex boyfriend.

But without anymore thinking, your lips began moving. Asking him how his day was and what he was doing later. It didn't matter what you said, you just wanted to talk to someone. Someone who you knew once loved you like he loved the sun. I guess Carlos and Leon had that in common. Having once loved you.

"Did you sleep well?" You asked, toeing the line between friendship and something more. He laughed and it was a sound that you indefinitely missed. "You sound like a clingy girlfriend." Carlos responded, not far off from the way you remembered him. "Can I not care if you slept well?" You rebutted, but the nervousness of the fact you were acting like a clingy girlfriend towards him was evident in your voice.

"You're cute when you care." You heart stops at his coquettish tone. "You think?" You return the ludicrous gesture. The flirtatiousness in your voice seemed taboo, but really you knew it was. "I do." You seemed to be clawing at something that doesn't exists anymore. You try to remind yourself of Leon but it does no good. The only memories you can find of him are the ones where he's yelling at you, with no good reason. Carlos had never done that, why had you broken up again?

A voice of a woman was heard over the phone, shouting something along the lines of 'I'm home, where are you?' and all at once you remembered why you broke up with him. "Who's that?" You inquired quickly and you could hear his mutters of profanity. "Shit, I'm sorry." He muttered, speaking like a child who just got caught and was about to be grounded.

"Just hang up and pretend this didn't happen." You sound annoyed now, the feelings of brief infatuation dissipating much unlike your headache. "Wait, c'mon. She doesn't mind." He tried to protest with weak confidence. "I'm sure she doesn't. Goodbye, Carlos." You didn't wait for a response, angrily hanging up the phone, placing it quite loudly onto the coffee table. You stand from the couch, fingers rubbing your temples with disappointment. In Carlos, in yourself.

You decide you need the rest of the coffee, turning around swiftly to return to the kitchen. But you're met with Leon, a faltering look on his face and a bouquet of flowers drooping in his hand. "Leon..." You muttered, regret taking over every ounce of your body more than it already had. His face was filled with hurt, a look you'd rarely seen, even with how much arguing you two had done recently.

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