#u intimated me bye

[williamssgirl]

❀*ੈ˖°.𖥔 ݁ casual (part ii)

you can read part one here!

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: you haven't spoken to ellie in a week, 9 missed calls and 38 texts from her, none of which you've answered, but ellie doesn't give up so easily.

warnings: smut, mdni, intimate sex, the knee thing (e!receiving), shower sex, fingering (r!receiving), switch!ellie and reader, multiple orgasms, nipple play/sucking, fluffy, reader lives in an apartment, ellie is very apologetic, barley proofread & semi-rushed and i think thats it. lmk if not.

wc: 2.9k

a/n: this was meant to be like 1.6k words so idk how we got to 35 words away from 3k but... enjoy! dt: @satellitespinner

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(1:02am) ellie

please let me explain

(1:06am) ellie

cmon please i promise it'll be worth your while

(1:07am) ellie

i have your bra among other things. let me know when you'd like me to drop them off. i'm sorry.

(1:09am) you

guess who texted again

(1:09am) olive

no way

r u gonna reply?

(1:10am) you

absolutely not

i made a fool of myself

(1:11am) olive

maybe and JUST MAYBE

reply to her and get ur closure + super sexy bra back

(1:12am) you

what the fuck olive

do you want me to die? genuine question

(1:12am) olive

LISTEN

it might help

plus she seems genuinely apologetic

why is she even apologising?

(1:14am) you

for being a dick and wanting a quick hookup?

(1:14am) olive

because she has feelings and she knows she fucked up?

(1:15am) you

😐 bye

(1:15am) olive

just reply! say sometime tmrw. it can be easy, a quick in nd out

okay?

(1:16am) you

i'll think about it

(2:03am) you

11:30, you get two minutes

(2:03am) ellie

thank you so much

(2:03am) ellie

i'll be there

nine hours later, and ellie was a mess.

you had given her permission to come over and return your bra – hell you had her jumping for fucking joy when she saw that message.

but now she had to actually talk to you, and what the hell was she supposed to say? that she was sorry? that she 'couldn't sort out her feelings?' all of which felt wrong (maybe they only felt wrong because she was staring at herself in the mirror while repeating them for three hours... who knows).

but ellie had found herself with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and a plan.

a plan to win you back.

she was going to apologize, let you scream at her, and hopefully let her explain, all in the two minutes you had gratefully gifted her.

so, when she rang the doorbell to your apartment after hiking the six story stairs, she found herself staring at her old, beaten up converse. stars and hearts you had drawn all along the sides of the soles almost mocked her.

then you opened the door, and ellie couldn't look up.

useless apologies started spilling from her mouth, panicked words that meant nothing. a collection of "i'm sorry” s and a series of "please let me explain" came pouring out, that was until she grew the gall to look up at you and take you in.

her heart stopped when she did, so did her words.

you looked tired. clearly old yet comfortable clothes adorned your body, you had your arms over your stomach but they weren't crossed, you weren't mad, you could never be mad at ellie, no matter how badly you wanted to be especially in this moment.

words rushed through her head but never made it out her mouth, you were... exhausted. and she caused it, she caused all this pain you were going through. 

“oh…” she softly whispered, her stance faltering at the sight of you, not because you looked like how you did but because she was so mad at herself.

you sigh, you had made no effort to adjust your appearance or put makeup on. you told yourself it was because you had no energy to, but in reality, you wanted to show ellie how you were hurting, that she had caused this, that something fun and sweet had gone sour and at your own expense. 

“ellie, i know i look….” you remove your arms from your stomach and signal to yourself shamefully, tears almost springing from your sunken eyes at the regret you feel for not even trying to fix yourself up, “ but can i please just have my bra back?” you’ve changed your position once again so that you’re leaning up against the doorframe of your apartment, gray sleeves up by your knuckles. 

“no! no no no not at all you look… pretty. really pretty.” she breathes out hurriedly, your cheeks heat up before you spot the bouquet, and that's what makes the tears spill. because why was she here? she had never described you as pretty before, only hot or sexy, so why is she here apologising and calling you pretty if she doesnt just want a quick fuck by validating you? 

tears now evidently filled your eyes, ellie’s kind smile had now turned into one of worry and concern when she saw the tears threatening to spill from your tired eyes, moving forward to embrace you, but she hesitated. will it only make things worse for you? feeling her again? 

“can- can i touch you?” she asks gently, nerves shaking at the chance of you pushing her away for good, telling her she can keep the bra and slamming the door shut in her face. 

instead, you silently shake your head yes and grant her permission to embrace you, it was a stupid idea, really, because everything you felt, all the times she had touched you that you had so desperately been trying to shut out came flooding back and it took everything in you not to sob, the subtle stream of tears gliding down your cheeks was worse enough. you avoided her sorrowful eyes, you didn't want her to feel sorry for you, you just wanted her. 

ellie lets go of you, she’s still standing at the doorway, converse planted firmly on your ‘welcome!’ doormat, she delicately reaches to hold your cheeks and force your wandering eyes to look into her own, staring for a second, memorizing your face just in case before looping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you inside, closing the door behind the two of you with her foot, not looking back once. 

you can feel the flowers gently brush against your shoulder as she never put them in her other hand, but the feeling of them is oddly comforting. you're not sure why exactly it’s comforting, but you do however manage to notice they're your favorite. 

ellie guides you over to a kitchen counter, sitting you up on it and standing right in between your open spread legs, placing the array of flowers opposite to the two of you. you bury your head in your hands, wanting to disappear from this moment and never return. 

“hey…” she gently prys your hands away from your head, and you immediately look up to contain tears, trying your hardest nor to hit the cabinets. “i'm sorry for just welcoming myself in, i assumed you didn't want the neighbors to see you…” the auburn haired girl uneasily babbles, and the tears slow down. you sniffle, looking down at the girl who can’t seem to slow her fast paced talking, and you're not sure how to quiet her down other than placing a hand over her mouth. 

instantly, the talking stops as she looks up at you confused, you sniffle once more and she grabs your hand again to remove it from her mouth 

“you were talking a lot,” you whisper “its okay that you came in, ellie.” your voice is silky, addicting. 

“i just-” she sighs, anxiously tapping the space outside your thighs and staring at her own hands “i don’t know how i can express just how sorry i am, i fucked up. Bad. and your hurting because of it” she spills, shes not even sure if it made sense as it left her mouth, but it’s honest. 

“ellie… it was always more than just a casual thing to me,” you admit, voice getting shallower by the second “and i mean, i don’t know, i always just assumed if i kept saying i was fine with it you would realize that i was who you wanted, but now i know it isn’t true.” ellie’s face drops upon hearing your words, alarms blare in her head because of course it was never just casual to her as well, she’s not even sure why she suggested it in the first place or kept reinforcing it when she wanted everything but that. 

“i know,” she starts off with, you look down sadly, this was confirmation she didn't want to see you anymore, that you getting attached had ruined everything and there was no saving whatever you two had. “but,” she continues, you look up at her again, confused. “It was never just casual to me as well, you know? i’m not even sure why i suggested it in the first place.” she lets out a brief chuckle at the last part in hopes of clearing some of the tension around you guys. 

“but you-” 

“i know i always reminded you, i think it was because i was scared? i was so… infatuated with you and i guess i didn’t want to hurt you. i thought it was the only way.” she remorsefully confesses, and you smile, roles reversed as you gracefully grab her face and kiss her. a kiss that says everything. 

it's soft, gentle, show’s no urgency or panic. it’s natural, and ellie can feel you smiling into it, as is she. 

gently, she moves away and starts kissing down your neck, you lock your hands into her auburn and let out a sigh of content. 

“ellie…” you needily whisper. 

“yeah, baby?” she removes her mouth from your neck, grabbing your thighs and looking into your eyes. “this okay?”

“more than okay,” you confirm, “do you wanna shower with me?” your request is simple, but it makes ellie’s heart explode with excitement as she lifts you off the counter and begins to carry you over to the very familiar shower, the short walk is full of quick kisses and giggles bouncing off the walls when you finally arrive and she nearly stumbles over her own feet. 

you're quick to discard your own clothes, the anticipation building to feel ellie’s skin on your own, the girls anticipation matching yours as she hastily removes her own clothing. Flowers and bra forgotten in the kitchen when she pulls your body into the shower with her, capturing you into a needy kiss once more. she reaches behind you to turn the water on, not accounting for the fact it'll take a minute to warm up and allowing the freezing stream to harshly hit your back. you yelp, moving away quickly in shock, hearing ellie’s restrained snort from behind you. turning to face her, you slap her bicep playfully when the water begins to feel warmer 

“ellie!” you playfully scold, “that wasn't funny!” you’re trying to be serious, key word: trying, but you cant help to let your own laugh slip past your mouth as you join her in the fun. 

“‘m sorry!” she giggles, the laughter between you two dying down “i didn't think it would be that cold!” 

“yeah, well, obviously!” you attempt to splash her with the little bit of remaining cold water on your hands, but you're not quick enough. she pins your hands above your head against the wall adjacent to the stream of water, the glass becoming foggy with steam from the nearly boiling water. 

silence falls in between the two of you. no words are spoken as you move forwards wanting a kiss from the girl, but she moves back. deja vu spikes within you from that night at the bar, days before everything went down. 

she closes her eyes, leaning closer and pressing her forehead up against yours. You repeat the action, you weren't sure what she was doing, but you trusted her. 

“let’s take this slow, okay?” she utters softly, just loud enough so you could hear her over the sound of water pouring, you nod instantly. slow was good. slow meant effort.

with your agreement, she locks your lips into a kiss once again. it wasn't hasty or rough, it was soothing and steady, releasing your arms in order for her to move her own to rest on your hips, your own reaching towards her neck. 

the kiss continuous for a couple minutes, only letting go for a couple seconds at a time to catch your breaths before falling back into each other peacefully, but you were getting wetter and wetter, desperate for more than just kitten kisses on your neck, and you could tell ellie was getting wet too with her movements becoming more and more desperate and rough. 

discreetly, you slot your knee in between her legs while she's occupied with your neck. Almost immediately you can feel the grip she has on your hips become tighter, fingernails digging into the flesh as you slowly begin to move your knee, she groans, dropping her head into your shoulder, moving her hips to match the rhythm with your knee. 

“faster, please” she whimpers in your neck, busying herself again by leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your neck once more. who were you to deny such a pretty girl's request? you speed up the movement of your knee, nudging it up every now and again, removing a hand from her neck to reach down and slowly rub her clit. 

from the way she sucked harder on that spot just below your ear she knew you loved, you assumed the sensation was taken well, your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs, mixing with the water from the muffled noises she was making alone. eventually, the stimulation caught up to her, legs becoming shaky, speeding up your movements and circling her clit, forcefully removing her mouth from your neck so you could bring your head down and suck on her left nipple, and that was her tipping point. 

ellie came undone on your leg with a strangled shout of your name, legs shaking and thighs hurting as you slowed down the circles on her now sensitive nub before eventually stopping, removing the knee slotted between her legs as well as your mouth from her tit. 

“you okay?” you whisper, giving her a couple seconds to come down from her high, the water providing a warm comfort over the two of you. 

“yeah,” she breathes, coming up to give you a kiss on the lips, again, and again, making a wet noise each time, only further fueling your need for her. “more than okay, thank you.”

you smile at her, happy that she was satisfied with your work. you clench your thighs together in hopes to relieve some of the tension that had built up in your core, a move that did not go unnoticed by the dripping girl in front of you. 

“but now i think i need to take care of you, hm? would you like that?” you quickly nod your head yes, anxious to feel her touch on you once more. 

she doesn't wait to get to work on your body, lips going down to suck one of your boobs while her hand moves to roll the sensitive bud in between her fingers, almost instantly eliciting a moan from you.

quietly, she moves her hand that was previously rolling your nipple down your wet body to your core. you open your legs, she keeps her mouth on your boob, but teasing your folds as she ran her fingers through them and pinching your clit ever so slightly, causing you to squel. 

“ellie.. please…” you almost beg, desperate to feel her skilled fingers inside you already.

she presses her palm flat against your clit, ignoring your begs but making you jerk back into the ceramic wall as a small whimper falls from your mouth, ellie smirks knowing just how much of an effect she had on you. she wasn't leaving you ever again. 

lazily, she slips her middle finger into your hole, removing her mouth from your tit. the shower and your own slick providing enough lube that she didn't even have to prod at it. 

“jesus babe… you're so tight” you clench around her finger at these words, and she mindlessly adds a second one. your hands move from her neck to the steaming glass beside you, indenting your handprint through the fog as you lose control over your own body's movements. 

gradually, she begins pumping her fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, lewd and shameless moans leaving your mouth at an uncontrollable pace. she moves her thumb to your clit, pushing into it and causing as much pressure as possible, and it's not long before you cum with a yell of her name, babbling nonsense as she guides you through it. head in her neck as is hers in yours. 

“‘m so sorry” ellie continuously repeats as her fingers still work at a relentless pace inside you “i'm so so sorry, ill never do that to you again.” she moves up and bites your earlobe, continuing to pilot you through your orgasm before halting her movements completely and removing herself from your body. 

you lean back against the wall, eyes closed in content as you feel the droplets of water hit your skin, your water bill is gonna be so fucking high this month, all ellie does it look at you. admiring you in this post fucked out state. you reach your hand out, a silent request for her to take it and she does, right after turning off the stream for you. 

“that was… amazing.” you breathe out happily, she beams at the peaceful look on your face as you peel your eyes open, ellie's smile making you crack your own. 

“i'm glad,” she kisses you once more, the two of you smiling into it. 

“we’re okay?” she asks 

“we’re okay.” you confirm, and ellie has never been happier 

“how about we continue this in the bedroom?” ellie suggests, and you grab her instantly to lead her out. 

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[bigfatbimbo]

um..so i just found your blog and HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOUR WRITING, especially boycunt Vox

anyway this is my first request, you eating Vox's pussy under his desk while he is at work

It's ok if you don't want to

but uh..bye

Boycunt!Vox x reader headcanons —

a/n — My finger slipped again and there’s more boycunt vox out there. Oh no guys what, as a society, are we going to do about this!?

warnings — boycunt, fucking obviously, sub vox, dom reader, fingering, use of a strap, vox gets tongue fucked a lot by the way.

So if you’re new to this blog and your not familiar with the concept of Vox with a pussy, let me sum it up for you; if he switches out his head for new models when he feels it’s needed, surely he can switch out or temporarily replace other parts of himself when he feels particularly… needy. Heres a short series of headcanons having to do with days like those, because frankly, i’m fucking starving. I feel like you could text him whenever, like he could be on the job or in a meeting, something along the lines of ‘oh, craving pussy tonight. what u thinkin?’ And he would sigh and excuse himself so he can make the switch quickly. I think he’d have to do it immediately because he’d probably get hard thinking of you toying with his clit. Y’know and getting wet is a lot less noticeable. Doesn’t make him any less needy throughout the day, though. Depending on how long until he sees you, he’d totally cave and finger himself in his office. Biting his lip and scrolling through photos of you with his fingers shoved inside his pussy. But the poor baby can’t even finish because it’s not your hand! Oh well, back to being needy for the rest of the time. I feel like he would love it when you eat him out. Like there is no logical explanation for why I feel this way, I just know for a fact this is true. How in my Lucifer boycunt headcanons he was all about the strap and was a total cockslut, don’t get me wrong, Vox is too. But using your tongue on him. Licking up his soaking folds, sucking on his clit as his drooly pussy leaks all over your chin. Maybe it’s because it’s showing how much you want him on such an intimate level. Because you wanting him would mean a lot (we all know about baby’s fear of rejection he literally had a temper tantrum on air about it.) So, don’t think I forgot, you eating him out in his office. Ugh, because you guys probably agreed on him having a pussy earlier that day for tonight. But of course he was having trouble waiting, bouncing his leg, squirming in his seat just thinking of your fingers, strap or tongue in him.

And see, at this point you know this happens. So you surprise him by dropping by earlier. Maybe teasing him a little bit in his chair, tracing your fingers on his thigh. All while he’s mumbling bitterly about how he still has work to do… and then your unbuttoning his pants and his head feels lighter… but he had that meeting later! And then you’re running your hands down his legs and pulling his pants down, all of the work he had to do slowly drifts away from his mind as you slide your tongue into his dripping cunt. Eagerly eating him out from under his desk, he’s whimpering and digging his claws into the surface. And then he’s leaning back in his chair and whining loudly. But then you pull away suddenly, and snap at him to ‘get back to work or you’re stopping.’ He’s obviously complaining like a bitch under his breath but he still tries because god knows he’d kill to make sure your tongue stays in him. Ugh, and when you’re get home later and totally fucking his brains out with a huge ass strap. His cunt is literally almost numb and he’s passed out in the bed by the time you’re done. And maybe on particularly stressful work days, he’d install his pussy completely unprompted and begrudgingly ask for it ‘gentle, tonight.’ Even if he just mumbled it under your breath in hopes you’d hear and not make him repeat it, you get the message. He sits on your lap and clings to your neck as you fuck up into him. Of course, it is more gentle than usual. You’re not rough with your thrusts, your rubbing his back the whole time, and your cooing in his speaker about how good eyes doing, and how pretty his pussy is. He LOVES being overstimulated by you. Sucking or pinching his puffy swollen clit or maybe fucking into him after several orgasms. Until he’s crying and sobbing beneath you. Also literally EATS UP fingering. He loves it so much. Ask, and i’ll elaborate.

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[mxqdii]

hey! i love love your work, and i was wondering if i could request a chris sturniolo x fem!reader?

maybe reader is also a well known influencer, or an actress or something of the sort, and there’s rumours about her and chris being together that they haven’t really confirmed?

but they are dating and she’s on live one day and he calls her like an intimate pet name, or just overall says something that shows they are in fact together and like the comments on the live just go crazy and stuff and shes like telling chris she’s on live or whatver

im so sorry if this doesnt make sense 🙏🙏

stop bc i requested pretty much this same thing to another author (on wattpad) a few months back, so when i read this request it was such an "i made it" moment (i love u sm, you're just like me fr fr)

baby - c.s

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris accidentally calls reader 'baby' while she's on live, revealing to the whole world that they're dating/

warning(s): fluff, reader calling chris bro 😔

not proofread

i'm sitting on the couch, watching tv, bored out of my mind.

then an idea hits me, i could go on live!

i used to go live a lot with the triplets, but only on their account, so it would be fun to go live on mine.

i open instagram and click the live button, watching the stream fill with thousands of people

"holy shit that's a lot of people" i say with a nervous laugh

"uhh i guess i'll answer any questions anyone has! so feel free to ask anything!" i add, smiling

i read through the comments, lots of them asking where the triplets are

i can't help but notice seeing a few asking if me and chris are dating.

fortunately, those allegations are true! but we've decided to keep it quiet for, just for now.

still, there’s only so much one can hide from the public

and although me and chris haven't said anything, i think everybody knows anyway.

people can see our glances, our gestures, how close we are, it's all pretty obvious.

i answer a few questions like my favorite singer, when my next video is coming out, podcast stuff with the triplets, and just some other various topics.

suddenly i hear the door unlock, looking over at it, but not really caring.

maybe i can get whichever triplet that is to join my live.

chris walks in and i smile in his direction

"hey baby" he says and my expression immediately drops.

i look at him, PALE.

(absolutely terrified to look back at the screen)

"what?" he says, walking closer, i turn my head to the screen, anticipating my death.

i let out a sigh of relief seeing the comments

@ssturniolo BABY???

@strniolo AWWWWWWWW

@lvrsparadise GOODBYE I LOVE THEM.

@ellieswifie this is such a chris and y/n mistake 😭

@lavieenvalentina i'm so happy for them i'll cry

(shoutout to everyone tagged ILY<;3)

as i'm reading the comments, i smile, chris hovering over me reading them too

suddenly he hugs me from behind, squeezing me tight

"chris!" i say laughing

"let me go bro" i whine

"you did not just call me bro" he says, immediately stopping

his death glare makes me laugh

"consider it payback for you calling me baby on live" i say laughing

(him clearly not amused)

"okay fine fine im sorry, guys it's all okay he's not my bro please let me redeem myself" i say joking on the last part

me and chris stay on live for another 30 minutes, answering questions about how we got together and just stuff about our relationship.

"bye guys we love you!!" i say, ending the live

i close out of insta, putting my phone down with an exhausted sigh

"so?" i mumble, anticipating chris's response

"so? so nothing" he say's with a smile and i face palm

"chris! we just told like, the world that we're dating" i laugh

"yeah, and i'm happy about it, like honestly i can't think of a better way it could've happened" he says

we both look at eachother and burst out laughing

"we're a little interesting thats for sure" i say

"i can't believe we tell the world we're dating ON ACCIDENT and then you start calling me bro" chris says, making me laugh harder

"i was nervous! im sorry!" i yell with my hands up in defense

"yeah yeah, it's fine" he says, wrapping his arms around me

"bro" he adds on

"chris i swear to god-"

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[cdbabymp3]

need hamzah HEADcannons... like giving and receiving. weve discussed him holding hands but think abt him being soooo nervous the first few times he goes down on reader. i also think he would be one of those guys that keeps count of how many times u cum so he knows he's satisfying u. also i feel like after a few months in the relationship when he's receiving and he gets comfortable he kinda becomes a headpusher :P

𐙚HEADcannons ― hamzahthefantastic

notes/warnings: nsfw !! hamzah giving and receiving head :3 (lord save me) sorry it took me so long to get to this request angel !!

nervous asf to post this for some reason, pls be nice

giving

-yeah ... this boy holds his breath he's so damn nervous the first two or three times god bless him 😭

-he's a smart guy though so it doesn't take long for him to figure out your body and what you like/don't like

-being a pragmatic person, he experiments with different angles, speeds, roughness and takes a mental note of how vocal they make you and how much your squirm with pleasure

-he's a big kisser when he eats you out ?? idk i have such a clear image of him literally making out with your heat (the cake video....) and giving your clit a sweet kiss even when you're sensitive from cumming

-speaking of kissing, i know damn well this boy is dragging out the foreplay as long as humanly possibly. he's a tease, whether he's aware of it or not SO he'll kiss your inner thighs and bite them 💝

-he's a munch, i will die on this hill. i know those sexy plump lips are put to good use on you

-when words aren't enough during an argument or you're sad/stressed, he will literally offer to eat you out (but he still gets shy abt it, so cute)

"i'm sorry, baby. i can make you feel better if you want...?"

"mm? how so?" you tease him, knowing what he's trying to say

he'll blush so baddddd

"i-uh- if you want, i can...y'know?"

-big believer that he holds your legs/hips down if you jut them up while he's working on you

-he'll do that slutty tongue click if you start to buck your hips eagerly and be like "nah, i got it baby, just relax" 😵‍💫

-LOVES when you grab onto his hair and pull it ... the way your fingers rake through his curls and tug them encourages him like crazyyyy

-he's a bit messy with it if ykwim... very sloppy and wet

-will not stop until your legs are shaking, like you will have to PRY him off of you

-lowkey surprises himself the first time your legs tremble. also kind freaks him out lmao he can be so clueless i love him

"holy fuck.... that's a good thing right? "

-likes to overstim!! not so much for the kink of it, more so for his own self confidence to make sure he's making you feel good 🙁 because of this, he'll count how many times he can make you cum before you get too sensitive. he's a bit of an overcompensater but you’re not complaining

-he's so pussy whipped bye

-geuinely craves you on the mf daily and it will come out of NOWHERE

-he could be editing a new vid and suddenly have this insane urge to be between your thighs and taste you

receiving

-WHIMPERER AND CRIER 1000000%

-ik yall know what i'm talking abt bc there have been times in vids where i swear i've heard him whimper from a jumpscare

-he gets so submissive when receiving oh lordddd

-he'll beg you all pathetic and does not give a fuck

"fuck, y/n, please keep going, please, please, oh fuckk please"

-his voice will crack too and it's adorable

-if you gag easily me he makes sure to stagger how much of him you take

-he would love if you could take all of him, but he never wants you to feel uncomfortable or like you have to

-head pusher :3 not until later in your relationship but when the time comes and you’re both comfortable, he’ll have his fingers through your hair, carefully guiding your head back and forth

-likes to cup the side of your face while your work on him, especially if he’s feeling extra intimate that day

-PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE 🔊 likes to receive it but gives a lot of it as well

“so good, sweetheart”

“like that, baby-fuck mhm”

-he’s nearly been in tears from being so touch starved and finally getting head 🤕 it's so pretty when his eyes are all glassy and half-lidded

-you have to make sure he’s still breathing sometimes bc he’s so overwhelmed with stimulation that he’ll go nonverbal lmfao

-screws his eyes tightly shut almost the whole time, if they’re not closed he’s making the most submissive eye contact with you, watching your every move

-sometimes he has to hold onto something else or sit down bc his legs get so weak

-no matter how many times he gets head, he always acts likes it's the first time

-he’s at your mercy fr 🎀

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i always feel like i'm forgetting ppl on here idk why 🧌

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[kvtie444]

‧₊˚TOXIC pt. 2

A/N: read part 1 if u haven’t lol 

Summary: seeing chris again but things r different I guess lol

Warnings: NSFW, fingering lol, kissing, swearing – don’t like, don’t read

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Our intense moment was suddenly interrupted by his ringing phone, connected to the car's aux, blaring loudly. I turned my head to see the caller ID, reading "Gia."

Chris hesitated for a moment, his eyes locking onto mine, searching for a reaction. His hand, which had been tugging on my waist, retreated, and I watched as he contemplated his next move.

His fingers brushed the decline button, silencing the intrusive ringtone, filling the car with a momentary hush. The only sound that lingered was the distant hum of the music from the aux cord, as I sat in quiet anticipation, waiting for his next move. The atmosphere inside the car grew heavy with unspoken tension, leaving me nervously biting the inside of my cheek.

However, the stillness was abruptly shattered by a text notification – Gia, once again. Her message read, "come over?? I miss you" I let out a sigh as Chris's hands slipped from my body, his fingers running through his hair in frustration, etching an irritated expression on his face.

"This was a mistake," I muttered to myself with a soft chuckle, attempting to steer away from mounting frustration. I swiftly retrieved my shirt, sliding it back onto my body. Chris's eyes remained fixed on me, reading an expression tinged with guilt.

As I reached for the door handle, Chris's right hand brushed a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my cheek. Simultaneously, we leaned in, sharing a sweet, tender kiss. A smile graced my lips as we pulled apart, and I pulled the door handle, saying, "bye" in a whispered breath. Chris repeated it softly.

I climbed off his lap and gently closed the door behind me, making my way towards my front door. As I entered the house, I couldn't help but glance back and smile at the sight of Chris patiently waiting for me to safely enter. I shut the door behind me, and in the distance, I heard the engine of his car come to life as he drove away.

For a moment, I stood frozen in place, staring at the closed door, feeling a complex wave of jealousy and sadness wash over me.

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Its been about a week since I last saw chris. 7 days, no contact. This tends to be a cycle, consisting of heated arguments, a period of silent treatment, and ultimately reconciliations fueled by make-up sex, was something I had grown used to. But today was different. Nick opted for an intimate get-together, and it included me and six of our close friends in Nick's hot tub, where we all found ourselves chatting and laughing.

Honestly, for the first time in a while, I felt happy and in my element – laughing with my friends and making memories.We had brought out crate of six canned cocktails, but it vanished within the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Nick's voice cut through the cheerful atmosphere, announcing, "Who's up for a trip to the kitchen to restock?" Our gazes shifted among ourselves, and a playful "not it" chain began. Of course, I was last. Following some bickering and laughter, I reluctantly climbed out of the hot tub, my bikini-clad body instantly reacting to the dramatic temperature drop, goosebumps prickling my skin.

As I stepped into the house and turn into the door way, I stop in my tracks at an unexpected sight.

Chris.

“hey” he says.

"Hey," he greeted me casually, and our eyes locked onto one another. His gaze quickly descended to take in my figure, dressed in a white bikini that perfectly complemented my skin tone. A subtle smirk graced his lips, but my focus shifted to the drink he held – one of which Nick had bought for us. I maneuvered around him, snatching the drink from his hand and placing it on the kitchen island in front of me. My eyes then flicked to the partially torn cardboard container, which now held only five drinks.

"Are you serious, Chris? These aren't for you," I snapped, my back turned to him. Suddenly, I felt his presence drawing nearer. His hands found their place on my waist, and his lips began ghosting soft, teasing kisses along the nape of my neck from behind, causing the fine hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.

"You look so good like this, especially with your hair up," he remarked, alluding to the claw clip securing my hair away from the water. I let out a trembling sigh, my attempts to resist his advances growing futile. He had an uncanny ability to make me weak in the knees. I continued collecting the drinks until another kiss was pressed on my shoulder, accompanied by his hand pushing down one strap of my bikini.

I turned around to face him fully now, his eyes continually scanning down my body and then back up to meet my gaze, his lower lip was caught between his teeth. "Cmon, princess, I've missed you," he murmured in a raspy voice. My arms found their way around his neck, one hand playing with his hair, while the other dragged my nails down his chest, a gesture I knew he loved. It sent shivers down his spine, and his grip on my waist tightened, pulling me impossibly closer, our bodies pressing together. We now stood dangerously close, out lips barely an inch away from another - "What happened to your little girlfriend, Gia?" I ask.

He chuckled softly, "Blocked her the other day." Our eyes locked, and I feel weak under his gaze, "Why's that?" I reply. 

“she just wasn’t you”

In an instant, I leaned in, our mouths colliding in a fervent, passionate kiss. After a minute of making out, we broke apart, his lips moving down to my neck in a gentle trail. They continued down to my chest, while my hands ran through his hair and gently tugged, drawing a soft "mm" from him. His lips rose to meet mine again with an urgent hunger, and his hands journeyed down to the back of my thighs.

In a sudden, unexpected move, he picked me up off the floor, placing me on the kitchen island, making me gasp. His biceps flexed in the process as I clung to his shoulders for stability, and he stood between my legs, drawing me closer, my hips almost hanging off the counter.

His hands find the waistband of my bikini bottoms, snapping them lightly against my skin, drawing moans against each others lips. He suddenly pulls back, his gaze fixed on mine. "Is this okay, baby?" he inquires, his tone gentle and caring. I respond with a hasty nod, my desire evident. "Yeah, but be quick, the others are waiting on me," I hurriedly add, chasing his lips once more.

His right hand pulls my bikini bottoms to the side, his fingers slickly swiping through my folds, collecting the mounting arousal. "Already so wet for me, hm?" he comments, his voice a sultry murmur, as I hold onto his shoulders, yearning for more. "Please," I beg, my desire building. "Please, what, baby?" he teases, a smirk

playing on his lips. "need you to touch me," I plead. "That's my girl. So good for me," he murmurs, returning to kiss my lips, my left hand tangling in his hair.

Swiftly, he inserts two fingers into me, skilfully curling them to meet my G-spot. I moan and bury my face into his collarbone, muffling my sounds of pleasure. He increases the speed of his movements, his thumb on my clit, swirling in rapid circles. "Fuck, Chris, I'm gonna come," I whine against his neck. "Look at me, baby. I want to see how pretty you look all fucked out for me," he insists.

I pull away and lock eyes with him, my jaw hanging slack as pleasure surges through me. "Come for me, princess," he encourages, and that's all I need to hear. I release around him, calling out his name amid a string of curses. After a moment, he presses a sweet, loving kiss to my forehead and gently adjusts my panties back to their original position.

He helps me down from the counter and assists me in gathering the drinks. Suddenly, he breaks the comfortable silence - "Let me take you out tomorrow night." I turn to look at him, initially confused, but my confusion quickly transforms into a radiant smile. "Sure," I giggle, leaving to return to the hot tub, a broad grin adorning my face.

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[secretly-tumb1r]

ride with me - sam monroe x reader

blurb

summary: biker sam and his bold girlfriend go for a ride and things start to get spicy.

a/u: hi everybody!! tysm for all the support on my past fics you guys are AMAZING! I love you all and i hope you enjoy this even though it is a little short but i promised a biker sam x reader sooo.💞💞

(this gif is so meowowoow)

It was a late night, and like all late nights, you couldn’t sleep. It felt as your biggest enemy was rest, and your body rejected the idea of relaxing. The problem seemed to ease once you met Sam, his presence calmed the thoughts and caffeinated energy.

He would often take you on rides on his bike which would instantly take your mind off of things. You could feel the worry slip away the moment you got on, and the way your eyebrows unforrowed and your shoulders relaxed. This was your safe space, chest to Sam’s back, your arms wrapped tight across his stomach and your head nuzzled in his neck. This was.. home.

You two were tied at the hip. You were sure if soulmates existed, you were his and he was yours.

Sam loved only 2 things on this Earth, you and his bike. For him, those 2 things combined were like heaven in life form, he couldn’t be happier.

His favourite activity to do with you was late night rides through the cold city. He loved the way you wrapped your arms around him, the way you cheered when he sped up, the way you embraced him in love and trust, like no one before.

There was no doubt the position on the bike was intimate. Him on the front and you on the back, clinging onto him almost like a backpack. An idea struck in your mind as your arm brushed past his lower stomach and a hiss erupted from his lips.

You cocked your eyebrow up, realising what had happened. Your arm snaked lower and lower until it rested on his clothed crotch.

Sam’s vision blurred and nothing but your hand mattered to him at the moment. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the road, his mind spinning with pleasure.

You noticed his muffled reaction and began to stroke him through his pants, so lightly if he breathed a little harder he would’ve missed it.

“baby-“ his words were cut off when you applied pressure where he needed you the most.

He turned his head a little to look at you. His beautiful light eyes now as dark as the night that engulfed you, lust glistening in the irises.

“Just wait till we get home” you felt a blush rise to your cheeks at his promise. You genuinely couldn’t wait.

(bye i kind of hate this.. it sounded sm better in my head😭😭but i’m just gonna leave this here and possibly make a sequel 🤷‍♀️)

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[qtboni]

helloo boniiii (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) i hope ur doing okay todayyyy i saw that you hve ur reqs open and i have an idea!

the way chubby!reader is insecure of how she looks and Simon notices it and comforts her? bye sorry im like so bad at explaining but what would Simon do?

HELLO, BABI ! omg u got me there. im one of those peeps who gets so insecure easily 😔 and really, i want a husband like simon who can comfort me in bad times 😭 thank you for requesting this !!

╰﹒ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Chubby!Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon reassures your insecurities with loving words, and you are overwhelmed with emotions, as he makes you realize the beauty in yourself that you can't see.

C/W: Hurt/comfort! body image issues, insecurities, mentions of body dysmorphia, intimate partner relationship (emotional support), reader expressing emotions and processing trauma, reader struggles with feelings of self-worth.

Simon's car doors shut with a loud thud, echoing through the garage and signaling his departure. A small sense of relief washed over you, knowing that you would have the whole day to yourself.

No more needing to pretend to be okay when you weren't. You slowly made your way to the bathroom and leaned towards the mirror. As you gazed into your reflection, the harsh lights amplified every imperfection.

'I hate how I look,' you thought to yourself as you gazed into the mirror. Every day, you spent too long in the restroom, staring at your reflection, trying to figure out what was wrong with yourself.

Your shoulders were too wide, tummy too fat, and your cheeks were getting fuller by the day. It also doesn't help that your legs look so big on you and the way your thighs would touch together quite so much. You felt gross and ugly, and it seemed like nothing you did could make a difference.

You sighed as you cupped your cheeks, pretending to pull them behind your face. You longed to be slim and thin, or at the very least, pretty. But no matter how hard you tried, it seemed like you were doomed to be the ugly duckling for the rest of your life.

"Why did I let myself get this way?" you wondered.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as your self-pity reached new heights. You didn't understand why everyone else seemed to have it all figured out, while you were stuck here, hating yourself more and more each day.

You wondered if you would ever be able to accept yourself for who you are, or if you would forever be doomed to feel inferior to everyone around you. It was a painful feeling, and one that you struggled with every single day.

Your eyes slowly shifted towards the mirror in the restroom again, and you let out a heavy sigh. Without even really thinking, you started to pinch and pull at your skin. Your fingers zeroed in on your thighs and you frowned, unable to help but focus on the parts of your body that you didn't like.

Your hand then moved to your midsection, and you stared at your reflection in the mirror, feeling defeated. You wanted to look different, you wanted to look like the pretty girls in the magazines and on social media.

You wanted to be beautiful.

Tears started forming in your eyes again, and you brushed them away before your sobs could come after. You didn't want anyone to see you like this - didn't want Simon to see. You didn't want him to know how much you hated yourself. But it was a constant struggle, and one that you fought every single day.

You pinched the fat on your stomach, pulling it from side to side and watching as it jiggled.

"Why can't I just look normal?" you asked yourself, your voice cracking.

You moved on to your thighs, pinching the flesh that had been collecting there over the past few months.

"I look gross," you said to yourself, voice barely above a whisper. "I hate.. my body."

Tears started to pool in your eyes as you began to pull at your cheeks and the edges of your mouth, trying to pull them back to make yourself look thinner.

"I just can't stand looking like this," you said to yourself again and again, your voice catching in your throat.

But no matter how much you pinched and pulled, you couldn't make yourself look the way you wanted. The image in the mirror still looked like you – tired, fat, and flawed. You turned away from the mirror, feeling defeated and alone.

You wanted so badly to be able to pull the fat away and make your face look the way you wanted. In your mind's eye, you imagined how much better you would look if you could just lose a few pounds, if your stomach wasn't so rounded, if your thighs weren't so thick.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to make a single inch of difference. The cycle of self-doubt and self-loathing was never-ending, and it seemed like you were doomed to remain trapped in your own head, unable to break free.

But then you looked down at the sink, and saw your reflection in the water, distorted and warped. You realized that in trying to fix your flaws, you had only made them worse. Your self-imposed torture was only making you hate yourself more.

It seemed like an eternity before you calmed down, your breathing slowing to a normal pace once again. However, you were still on the brink of tears.

What if Simon saw you like this? Would he still love you?

But you knew that Simon was more than just a pretty face. He was kind and gentle, and he accepted you for who you were, imperfections and all. As you stood in front of the mirror, you then stared at your reflection with a mix of sadness and frustration.

Your heart sank at the sound of a knock, and you quickly dried your tears. Then, your heart raced as your tried to compose yourself. You knew it was Simon – your husband, and the one person who understood you the most. You guys had been through a lot together, and you knew you could count on him to make everything better.

"I'm coming!" you called out, your voice shaky. You took a deep breath and smoothed down your clothes before making your way to the door.

As you opened it slowly, you saw Simon standing there, a sympathetic look on his face.

"Hey," Simon said softly, his voice full of compassion. He walked in and gave you a hug, as if he knew exactly what you needed. You hugged him back, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You knew that Simon would always be there for you, no matter what.

"Hi," You let out a deep sigh and rested your head on his shoulder. "You're back early?"

Simon's warm embrace was exactly what you needed. You felt your body loosen up and your heart start to calm down as you let out another slow, deep breath.

You felt him nodded against your shoulder. "Yeah, my plans got canceled," he said softly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You leaned into his embrace, humming a reply, feeling a sense of comfort. You needed this, you thought to yourself. You needed someone to remind you that you weren't alone, and that there were people in your life who cared about you – people who loved you just the way you are.

Despite your best efforts to hide your feelings, it was obvious that something was wrong. Simon squeezed your shoulder gently, as if he could sense what you were thinking. He knew that you were going through a tough time, but he also knew that you needed someone to talk to – someone who would listen and understand without judgment.

You took another breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You were grateful for Simon. Grateful that he was in your life, and that he was there for you when you needed him the most.

"Is something wrong?" Simon asked, his tone soft and gentle.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You didn't want to appear weak or needy, but you also didn't know how to hide your emotions from Simon.

"Love?"

Finally, you replied, "I'm just having a bad day. It's nothing you need to worry about."

"But.. I am worried," Simon said, his voice filled with concern. He pulled away from the hug to look at you. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I.." You sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurity and self-hatred bearing down on you. "I don't know, Simon. I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I don't measure up."

"What do you mean?" he asked, the confusion on his face evident.

You looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. "I, um, hate the way I look, I guess," you replied, trying to convey the depth of your dislike for yourself without stating it outright. You didn't want to burden him with the full extent of your self-loathing.

You watched as Simon's expression changed, going from confusion to concern. You sighed, knowing you had to be careful with your words. "It's just... I hate my body," you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Simon's eyes widened slightly, and you could tell he was beginning to understand.

"Oh, baby," he said softly. "You're beautiful, inside and out. I know it's hard, but try not to focus so much on how you look. There's so much more to you than that."

Simon leaned closer to you, his hand reaching out to hold your waist and the other at your chin. You looked up at Simon, grateful for his understanding and compassion.

"I know, but it's just so hard sometimes," you replied, your voice breaking again.

Simon pulled you into a hug, holding you close. "I know, love. But you're not alone. I'm here for you. You're not defined by your appearance. You're a kind, caring person, with so much to offer the world. Why'd you think I chose to marry you?"

You clung to Simon for a moment, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the love he held for you.

"My love," he continued, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck in your ear. "You are more than enough. You are an amazing person, inside and out. I'm not just saying that. It's the truth. Understand, baby? The truth."

"I ... I can't do this," you choked as your sobs echoed the bathroom. It was all too much. It's as if you don't deserve all of his compliments to your body.

Simon took you into his arms, holding you close and rubbing your back soothingly. "Tell me, baby," he asked, his voice full of concern. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

You took a deep breath and hesitantly told him everything – about your insecurities, about how you never felt good enough, about how you hated how you looked like.

You leaned into Simon's embrace, seeking the warmth and comfort of his presence surrounding you. You close your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts and put them into words.

"It's just... I can't stop comparing myself to other people," you said finally, voice low and strained. "And every time I look at myself in the mirror, I just see all the things that are wrong with me. I can't seem to love myself, no matter how hard I try."

Simon squeezed your back, listening to you attentively.

"I know you mean well, Simon, but it's just so hard sometimes," you said, your voice still low and emotional. "I feel like everyone's always staring at me and judging me, especially when I wear something that shows off my body."

Simon's hand stroked your hair, trying to soothe your frazzled nerves. "You're beautiful, baby. And no one has the right to make you feel otherwise." He paused, his voice full of quiet intensity. "If anyone says anything to you, I'll deal with them, I promise."

Despite feeling down, you find yourself chuckling with tears in your eyes. His jokes were just so random and out of place, but you appreciated it nonetheless. Simon's voice was gentle and comforting as he pulled you closer to the hug, swaying your bodies in a slow, rhythmic motion.

"Tell me, pretty baby," he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. "What's eating away at you?"

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage before you answered. "Well, it's my cheeks firstly," you said quietly, voice shaking slightly. "They're too huge.."

Simon's arms tightened around you, his voice filled with compassion. He leaned away from the hug and cupped your cheeks together. "Huge? Really, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, really..." You leaned into his embrace again, feeling the warmth of Simon and the love he held for you.

"Pretty baby," He said, cupping your cheeks again together. "I love these chubby cheeks you have. It makes you look like a hamster and god, you look so cute with them, don't you know that?"

"But everyone else has a perfect appearance," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'll never be able to measure up."

Simon's eyes closed for a moment, as if he were searching for the right words to say. "You don't have to compare yourself to anyone else," he said finally, his voice fierce. "You're perfect just the way you are, my love. And I'll always be here to remind you of that."

Simon then kissed both of your cheeks affectionately and you feel tears welling up in your eyes again. He asks, "Do you have any more?"

You sighed. "What about my hips and thighs?" You continued, voice shaky with insecurity. "They're too big, too curvy. I'll never be able to wear the things I want to wear."

Simon's face softened even more as he listened to your words, his eyes full of understanding.

"Sweet baby," He coos at you and carefully places both of his hands onto your waist. "Your hips and thighs are a part of you, and they're beautiful. Nobody has the right to tell you otherwise. Your curves are beautiful and I love how it fits well in my hands when I hold them to touch you."

Your tears wouldn't stop running down.

"They're my love handles from you, my love," He added and it had struck a chord in your heart. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. His words had been like a balm to your soul, and you leaned into his embrace more, feeling a sense of peace and comfort wash over you.

Your tears continued to fall, but they were no longer those of sadness and insecurity. They were tears of gratitude, for having found someone who truly valued and loved you for who you are – curves and all.

You looked up at Simon, your eyes shimmering with a mix of joy and gratitude. "Thank you, Si’," you whispered, sniffing as you do so.

Simon stroked your cheek gently, his eyes full of love and affection. "You're welcome, baby. Fuck, I love you so much. Don't you ever forget that, okay?"

Simon's words hit you like a ton of bricks, lifting a weight you didn't even realize was there off of your shoulders.

"I love you too, Si'." You replied and rested your head on his shoulder, softly breathing in your choked sobs.

"I just want to love myself like how you love me." You cried into his embrace, all of the pain and insecurity you'd carried with you for so long finally coming to a head.

"I believe in you, love," Simon replied, his voice filled with conviction. "You're strong and capable and beautiful, inside and out. You don't need anyone else's approval to be those things. And I promise, I'll always be here to remind you of who you truly are."

You felt his arms tighten around you, his embrace warming you from the inside out. His words of encouragement filled you with a newfound sense of confidence, and you felt a sense of hope rising within you.

As Simon's words registered with you, you felt the weight of the tears rolling down your cheeks like an onslaught. You had been carrying the burden of your insecurities for so long, and the idea of someone else understanding what you were going through, and even accepting you for who you are, made you feel like maybe there was still hope.

Simon's embrace grew even tighter as he held you, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. You could feel the comfort and warmth exuding from his body, and it made you feel like you were at home.

"Thank you," you said, nuzzling into his neck further. "I don't know what I would do without you, Si'"

"You'll never have to find out," Simon replied, his voice full of determination. "I'll be here for you, always. You're not alone, love. We'll face your insecurities together."

With those words and a kiss to your shoulder, you felt a sense of peace and acceptance wash over yourself. You knew that, with Simon on your side, you could get through anything, even your own perceived flaws and imperfections.

You leaned into his embrace more, feeling safe and loved for the first time in what felt like forever.

A/N: what the fuck. this made me cry again holy shit this rlly hit a nerve inside. what have u done to me anon !! jk i love this <//3

and to anyone who related to this, if you're feeling insecure about your body and struggling with body image issues, it's important to remember that you are so much more than your appearance. Everyone has their own unique features and qualities that make them special and valuable. Try to focus on your positive traits, both inside and out :) Surround yourself with supportive people who see you for who you truly are and appreciate you for all that you are. Remember that it's okay to have days where you don't feel your best, but try to be gentle with yourself and give yourself time to heal and grow <//3

Remember that you are not alone, and there are people who care about you and can help you through this difficult time !! It might be helpful to seek professional help or support groups if you feel like you're struggling. Ultimately, remember that your worth as a person is not tied to your appearance or weight. You are so much more than your exterior and deserve love and kindness no matter what. <//3

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[elliespeach]

no chances part three | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"and what is it that you think you do to me?" ´ˎ˗

pairing: ellie x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on the court. warnings: 18+ foul langauge, sexual decriptions, (eventual) smut between ellie n reader, ellie n reader smoke (thanks anon for the idea) an: U GUYSSSSS i adore that u all love this series so much thank u sm for the support its been overwhelming!! i appreciate everything sm :)) i hope u guys like this part, part four should be out later this week as well bc the tension is too high w these two buttt yahhhh ily guys enjoy

it had been nearly three weeks since the night in the hotel. the morning after had been awkward, after you both were fully awake and aware of your actions you didn’t speak of it, getting in your respective cabs and finally going home. you exchanged awkward byes, dreading the games to come in the upcoming weeks. 

the first game a week after was barely tolerable and ellie thought she was going to explode. she didn’t dare to make eye contact with you across the court in fear she would see the sleepy eyes that had looked at her so softly that morning and not be able to play right. your team won that week and you hadn’t teased ellie the whole game. you caught quick glances, seeing if she would look back at you but she never did, her hands firm on her hips and staring into the ceiling every free second she had. this carried on to the next game a week later and with every look not returned from her the hatred in your chest would grow.

you couldn’t place how you felt about it, the kiss, her hands on you and the very intimate cuddling in the small bed. how she is capable of actually being kind and you wondered what it would be like if circumstances were different. if she wasn’t someone who raised so much anger inside of you you never thought possible, but despite everything inside of you telling you to stop your mind always wandered to her. on the contrary, ellie knew how she felt. somewhere deep down she knew, but her pride was in the forefront of her mind and she didn’t allow herself to remember how sweet you smelled and how cute her sweats looked on you. ellie dismissed the thoughts every time, trying to remember just how angry you made her and for the most part it always worked. 

now it was the third game, three weeks after that night and ellie was desperately trying not to search for you in the clump that was your team on the sidelines. but her eyes darted, trying to see the black libero shirt in the sea of white ones. the game was nearly about to start and for a second she was disappointed she couldn’t find you but the gym doors burst open just as she was about to look away. you came in, hastily running over to your team and wiping your cheeks free of tears. 

ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched you, even from far away she could see your eyes were puffy, your breathing slightly heavier than normal and she straightened her posture. it’s as if your team didn’t even notice your state and as your coach dismissed everyone to take their places on the court you took your spot in the back row, using your hand to wipe away the final tears that had fallen. 

for the first time in weeks ellie caught your eyes, tilting her head ever so slightly and raising her eyebrows. unlike her soft demeanor, you shot back daggers at her, your face resting in a grimace before refocusing your eyes elsewhere. maybe if she had acted like you existed before now your reaction would be different, but all you saw was the girl who had made your life in volleyball harder than it needed to be and in this moment you hated her for it. you hated her for kissing you, for giving you her own sweatpants, for cuddling with you. for everything. ellie was so caught up with you now that she finally allowed herself to look at you that she barely noticed when her team sent the first serve over the net. 

your outside hitter set the ball up to you and usually ellie’s eyes would remain on the ball but all she could see was you and your puffy eyes. something was obviously bothering you and ellie worried it was her who had caused this but quickly shook the thought from her head. she glared while you jumped up, stretching your hand and sending the ball back to her side with a hard smack. with all the rage inside of you from the day you had and now ellie, the ball went hurdling at her head and she couldn’t manage to hit it back up and it ricocheted out of bounds. 

the whistle blew indicating a point for your team and ellie’s eyes found yours again. this time your usual teasing expression was back while ellie’s mouth hung open in shock, her arms extending as if to say, what the fuck? “sorry,” you mouthed across the net, making sure she understood you perfectly. ellie bit down on her lips and decided to ignore you while the competitive nature in her stirred. somehow this felt more personal, like it wasn’t just a game anymore. 

your team served flawlessly, aiming the ball to the back left corner of ellie’s side. her team was able to get it over the net without her help but it was seconds before it was back in her court and she had to splat onto the ground to save it from touching the floor. her stomach skidded, her shirt doing little to protect her skin and it burned as she stood up. she barely registered it, the ball was moving too fast for her to notice and now she was determined to win this game. her scholarship the furthest from her mind, it was only to spite you. 

the white ball was passed between you and your team, your opposite hitter smashing it over the net but ellie’s own middle blocker sprung up and deflected the ball back into your court. you sprinted, falling to your knees as you hit it back up and over the net somehow. ellie huffed, feeling the adrenaline of the game as the ball came to her and her team expected a normal set from her but she had other plans. with you flustered from saving the ball, ellie took this as her opportunity and spiked the ball as hard as she could towards you. her own aim never being as precise as yours but this time the odds were in her favor and it came barreling towards you. 

you tried to save it but you fell short and the ball came to the ground harshly. you groaned as the whistle blew, picking yourself up and placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath, and your aggravation. feeling proud of herself, ellie took the praise from her teammates, high fiving those who offered and redirected her eyes to you shortly after. she had forgotten about her feelings in the rush of the unspoken competition between the two of you and a smirk formed on her lips. she dramatically lowered her hands to her knees, copying your stance, breathing extra heavy to mock you. there was a nagging voice in her head telling her to stop but she didn’t stop herself from mouthing clearly, “whose fault is that?”

you straightened, balling your fists at your sides as the referee blew his whistle and ellie’s team served the ball. it went back and forth and inevitably resulted in a point for your team when ellie’s middle blocker couldn’t stop the ball in time. ellie tried to meet your gaze but you didn’t dare, staring at the back of your teammates legs instead. you knew she would get you sat on the bench if she angered you anymore and you were desperate to win this game. ellie’s tongue pierced her cheeks when you didn’t. unlike the last two games, ellie spent the rest of the match trying to get you to look at her while you did everything not to. 

nearing the end of the match during a brief break, your coach pulled you to the side and ellie saw this as she sipped on her water. the two of you exchanged words and she couldn’t hear what you were saying but it was obvious you were angry, thrashing your arms around like you had at the lady in the hotel. while your coach was trying to calmly ration with you, you pushed past him bumping his shoulder and storming out of the gym. she looked back at her team and then to the doors that shut behind you. “fuck,” she whispered to herself, not believing what she was about to do. placing her water down on the bench, her feet started towards the exit to the gym. 

“williams, were about to start!” her coach hollered behind her and ellie barely turned around, not stopping. 

“not feeling well! send in someone else!” her words rushed out of her as she pushed open the double doors. her coach tried to respond but ellie was already out of the gym and he had no choice but to replace her as the game started. ellie heard the muffled whistle in the halls as she searched for you, her eyes moving to every corner you could possibly be hiding in but coming up short. 

her body led her to the bathroom and she cracked the door open just a bit to see you standing in front of the sink, your hands placed on the rims for balance. you hadn’t noticed and she shut the door again, standing outside of it contemplating her next course of action. what the fuck am i doing? and before she could come up with a good reason to go back into the gym, she opened the door and slowly entered the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her. your head turned, seeing her and you scoffed bringing your head back down and wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. “the hell do you want?” you snarled, not looking at her.  

ellie blinked, stunned by your words and she fiddled with her hands. “okay then–” she muttered, turning on her heel and reaching for the handle to the door. usually she wouldn’t be so shocked by your hostility and she wasn’t sure why she expected you to be kind, but it tugged at her heart more than she would like to ever admit.

she had just grazed it when you spoke again, this time much softer. “i didn’t mean– fuck. i’m sorry,” you turned your body towards her and she did the same, her hand leaving the handle to the bathroom. “my coach is a dick.” you admitted, sniffing the tears back and letting your hands go up and crash down at your sides. 

“is that what’s actually bothering you?” ellie asked, unsure if she wanted to know the real answer but she could feel it was something more. she feared it was her and she wouldn’t blame you if it was. 

you laughed at the thought, looking back down at your hands. “aren’t you missing the game?” you asked her, avoiding her question and she sighed, dropping her shoulders. 

“if this is about me i–” 

“not everything is about you, ellie,” you lied to her, rolling your eyes in the process. your parents had spoken to you before the game, telling you how disappointed they were with how you’ve been playing recently. they were always nit-picky, usually it didn’t bother you, but when they mentioned how your eyes were always glued to the opposing libero instead of the ball it sent you overboard. you hadn’t even realized how distracted ellie made you the past couple weeks with her staring up at the ceiling and not returning the usual teases across the court. it infuriated you how clueless she was, even if she was acting. you sighed, “go back to the game.” 

“i don’t believe you,” she shook her head, annoyed with your blatant attempt to dismiss her. “if it’s about me just tell m–” 

“god, why do you even care?” you exclaimed harshly, you had spun back around to face her, your hands motioning with your words. “you couldn’t even look at me for weeks! you obviously don’t like me, so why are you here?” 

“i couldn’t look at you because i need my scholarship!” she shouted back, dropping the softness that she had entered the room with. “the one fucking game i do and look where i am!” her hands motioned to you and you scoffed as the words left her mouth. 

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” your arms crossed over your chest, staring at the girl in front of you. 

she blinked at you, contemplating her words until she let out a low sarcastic chuckle, “you know what? i don’t fucking care–” she turned, pulling open the door with such force it bounced off the wall behind it. she left the bathroom in a hurry and you were quick to follow her into the hallway. she did care but faced with admitting that to you made her stomach turn and she was determined to avoid it, and you. she stomped through the hallway, hearing you storm after her. she was nearing the exit doors when you finally spoke up. 

“it’s about you!” your voice reverberated off the empty hallway walls. you both could hear the game still being played in the distance, the muffled sound of the whistle made it’s way to the secluded hallway but it was ignored. ellie stopped in her tracks, her hand just on the handle to the exit. “you kissing me, you holding me!” your shouts were loud but your voice seemed sad almost, and ellie turned around. “then you just fucking avoid me like it was nothing?” 

“it was nothing–” she huffed, trying to convince herself of her own words. 

“i don’t believe you,” you repeated the phrase she used on you and took a risky step forward. “if it was nothing you’d be playing right now.” 

she sighed and her voice dropped to a quiet one, “whatever,” she knew you were right, that if it had truly meant nothing to her she wouldn’t have followed you into the bathroom. she wouldn’t have even cared if you were upset, but she did. and misplaced her anger for herself onto you because of it. she shoved open the exit door and let it slam behind her. you just watched her through the small slit windows in the door as she descended the steps and walked into the parking lot. 

ellie wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just admit to it; how often she replayed that night in her head. how it distracted her even in the most mundane of tasks. studying for an exam and the image of you sleeping on top of her clouded anything else in her mind. it overwhelmed her on the daily and during the games it felt almost unbearable, trying to focus on homework and all she could think about was your hands wrapped around her to pull her closer. how easily she had made you moan into her mouth, why kissing you felt like the most exciting thing she has done in the whole world. 

it’s like she couldn’t accept defeat, even though defeat looked like the most prized possession in the whole world. 

you sat in the hallway for a few moments after she disappeared from view. you bit down on your lip as her words echoed in your head. after expelling most of your anger out to her you were left with an unfamiliar feeling in your chest. it was similar to how you felt in the bathroom with her three weeks ago, only now it felt heavier. more unbalanced. you had started walking back towards the gym and as you got closer to the doors, the feeling that plagued you pulled you back.

taking in a deep breath you spun around, walking back towards the door she had left out of. you weren’t sure if continuing the conversation would make it go away, but as you pushed open the doors it felt less overwhelming. the cold air hitting you in the face as you did and your eyes scanned the parking lot. it was a lot colder than it was a few weeks ago, snow covered the ground lightly which somehow almost made it bright outside despite the dark sky above you. your eyes landed on the only figure in the lot, leaned up against a car in the far left. you crossed your arms, the cold already bothering you and you started to move towards her. her back was to you while she stared into the abyss that was the woods beside the lonely parked car. as you approached her, smoke was circling the air above her before dissipating with the wind. 

you stopped a few feet from the car, watching for a moment while she sucked on the blunt in her fingers, she hadn’t noticed you and you almost felt guilty about interrupting her thoughts. “thats illegal, you know,” you breathed out, keeping your voice soft in an attempt to actually talk to her. her head snapped back, her eyes rolling as soon as she saw who stood behind her. 

“you gonna tattle on me?” she questioned coldly, returning her focus to the woods and shifting her weight to the other foot. 

“not if you share, at least.” you moved so you were next to her, leaning against the back of what you assumed to be her car. she sighed, passing over the tightly wound blunt. “this your car?” 

she nodded, “i don’t trust the bus anymore,” there was a beat of silence before she continued, “i don’t get you.” she muttered, looking down at her feet. 

“well, that we can agree on,” you inhaled the smoke, “because i don’t get you either.” 

it was quiet like it had been on the walk that night, only now you two weren’t forced to be in each others presence, but neither of you made any attempt to leave. you inhaled again before passing it back to her and she immediately reached for it. her fingers lingered above yours before being yanked back and she took her own drag, exhaling the smoke into the air once again. 

“i never intended for this, you know,” she spoke beside you while handing you the blunt. her eyes didn’t meet yours as she did, they remained firm facing forward. 

“for what?” you asked innocently, feeling the high creeping up on you while you inhaled again, pushing the smoke back out to be swallowed by the wind. 

ellie was high herself, feeling relaxed even with you by her side and her words came easy to her, despite the small sober part of her brain begging her to stop talking. “i don’t like you on the court, but that doesn’t mean i wanna see you upset.” 

your head turned to face her at her confession, if you weren’t inebriated you probably would have shot back a gloating comment but this didn’t feel like the time. before you could respond, she kept going, “i couldn’t look at you because… you just don’t know what you do to me.” 

your eyes soften at her words and she finally looks at you, her red eyes squinty but filled with an emotion you couldn’t recognize, similar to the one in your chest that has been throbbing with every moment in her presence. “and what is it that you think you do to me?” you asked her quietly, your eyes going back and forth between hers. 

her eyes left yours to find your lips and you found yourself leaning into her. she did the same, pulling herself closer to you to connect your lips. your faces were inches apart, eyes fluttering closed when you two heard the front doors to the building opening, and both teams spilled out in chatter. it had pulled your focus, and your head swiveled to the doors but ellie’s eyes remained on you.

the crowd split into two, forcing their way onto the buses that sat outside the doors. you turned back to ellie, whose eyes never left you and she was still inches from your face. “i should go,” you spoke, a twinge of sadness lacing your tone, but following it up with a joke to suppress it, “don’t wanna miss the bus again.” 

you turned to leave, barely making it one step before her hand wrapped around your wrist. butterflies erupted in your stomach at her touch and you spun back around. “let me drive you back?” you had never seen her this way, her whole demeanor was the complete opposite of her usual hardness and it almost stunned you. 

“ellie you don’t hav–” 

“it’s the least i can do.” without so much of a second thought, you nodded. ellie gently took the blunt back from you, putting it out on the pavement. as you climbed into her car, the smell reminded you of her sweatpants. as her car warmed up, you watched as the buses left the parking lot leaving you two behind yet again. without knowing, you both were thinking the same thing: what am i doing?

part four

#ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams the last of us #modern!ellie #volleyball!ellie

[lovedrruunk]

Hi! I saw that you were taking requests! Is it alright if I can request venture with reader that loves placing kisses all over their face? Hopefully this is alright with you if not feel free to ignore this!

'Kisses galore ⊹.(⸝⸝ ˆ ³(⁎˃ ᴗ ˂⁎)˚.

Venture (Overwatch x GN reader)

[Established relationship!]

Authors note!!! (;° ロ°); third....venture.... post......I have like 5 posts in total... well anyways!!! idc cuz i luv them! and i love YOUUUU AHH tysm for requesting this it was super fun to write i hope u like it !!!! also sorry its pretty short! I kinda wrote it on a whim wanting to post it before I went out so its not proof read either (Im actually so late rn its not even funny okay srsly gtg bye!)

Y’know that one tiktok trend that was popular last year where someone would be reapplying lipstick and then the camera would turn and its their s/o covered in kisses yea yea that’s just you guys all the time lol

In the beginning of your relationship they’d get all flustered and have this goofy grin on their face whenever you’d smother their face in kisses. Oh? And how do they react now? The exact same! Literally nothing has changed since the first time you’ve kissed them, they still giggle and look away. No matter how long its been they just can’t seem to get used to your affection

They could be hit by a bus going 200mph, in critical condition and one kiss on the nose from you would get them up and doing a little jig going yippee!

They might pretend to be annoyed or irritated but really that's just because they love playful banter and it’s pretty obvious how they feel about your kisses by the way they laugh and refuse to let you pull away

Their favorite moments with you are when you're laying over them somewhere enjoying each others company with your hands on their cheeks and your lips all over their face

They're pretty ticklish overall so kiss sessions usually turn into laughing fits

Although 99% of the kisses you share are all in good fun there are those times when they're sad or angry and you're kisses can't help but feel a bit more intimate and loving (please kiss their tears away!!!)

They appreciate you so much like they literally can't get enough of you. They cherish every kiss like it's the first and definitely act like it too. If you tell them they're blushing they'll deny it with their whole chest meanwhile looking like 🟥

“Augh! You’re suffocating me!” You and Sloane had been neglecting all your duties for the day in order to lay on the couch and bathe in the warm sunlight seeping through the windows. You both had been watching some random brainrot on their phone when you got bored and decided to pounce on them planting loving kisses all over their face. "Oh shut up" you playfully roll your eyes as you kiss them on the lips this time.

"One of these days I'm gonna die and you'll regret not listening to me" "Boo hoo" you giggled at their melodramatics deciding to pull away from them, but before you could you felt their hands tighten around you holding you in place.

"I mean... Dying in your arms doesn't sound so bad..."

"Yea yea whatever" You mumble happily as you lean down again pressing a kiss to their cheek.

#venture x reader #this was cute #im actually happy w it!!! #venture overwatch #overwatch x reader

[moonrisecoeur]

Hi moon! Hope you're doing well!

Just wanted to send in a little question in hopes of getting some brain-dumping from you. But, if you want, can you talk more about Leon being needy and touch-deprived? Could be in any context (fluff or smutty) or any version of Leon (because let's face it, he's a pathetic baby across the board) but just wanted to hear your thoughts about that! <3

nicyyyy omg hi :3 i love seeing u on my dash and especially in my inbox heh !! hope you're well and work is good !! i'm doing awesome actually i got a 92 on my midterm that i could have sworn i should have failed. haha anyway!!

mostly fluff but theres a little bit of smutty thoughts too <3

hmm fluffy touchy leon is always such a favorite topic of mine ahhh i love re4r leon being touchy because like c'mon you're like his romantic second partner ever and, not even in like a romantic context, he doesn't get touched a lot!! i mean who is out here giving him hugs and giving him comfort when he's a literal killing machine? he doesn't really even feel worthy of comfort and touch, so he doesn't like asking for it. you gotta disguise it as you wanting comfort or else he'll try to push you away.

"no, sweetheart, i don't need you to baby me. really, it's fine, i don't even like it that much to begin with, it's fine," he says, but then if you say that you want a hug and you want comfort then of course he'll oblige!! and he won't notice it but the way you're rubbing his back in soothing circles as you hold him is definitely a sign that you're doing this for him!!

but also even in circumstances where he doesn't 'need' comfort, he still likes touch. you putting your hand on his arm or resting your cheek on his shoulder is enough to satisfy him in little moments like this.

i can also see every single version of leon being big fan of running his fingers through his partner's hair (or like just patting n petting their head if u got curly hair haha). like!! it's so close and soft and intimate, and he likes making you feel comfy. even if it's a brief hand on the back of your neck, scratching the base of your scalp gently as he leans in to kiss you, he can't get over it.

i also see all leons but especially re2r and re4r being especially fond of his partner cupping his cheek and holding his jaw as you look for little wounds or scratches. you know what i mean? do we see the vision? you're all worried for him, looking at him with such care and gentleness and he's looking right back at you with heart eyes good BYE !!

omggg he loves brushing a piece of hair behind your ear absentmindedly as you're talking. gawd especially like id or re6 good lord, like you're rambling about something and he just sits there listening to you, smiling because he thinks you're the most beautiful thing on this planet, and he reaches out to tuck of a piece of hair away and brushing his thumb against your cheek in the process. god my brain would stop i'd lose any thoughts in my head i would be contractually obligated to suck this man's dick im SORRY OMG

omg you know those guys who say their love language is physical touch but you know its just because they want sex like leon ACTUALLY feels love with touch both giving and receiving. like when he comes home from a mission and just collapses into your arms, poor thing!! you rub his back and press kisses to his temple and he just breaks down crying cux he misses you !! he hates being away from you but for your safety and for his too (because he knows the government would hold your life over his head too) he has to keep going on these missions even though they're literally killing him.

i think he learns to be better about accepting touch and affection overall with age. especially like di leon like he's always giving you hugs and kisses but like he just cannot get enough of you!! he gets less touch deprived and needy the longer he spends in a healthy, committed relationship. he still wants to touch you but he doesn't need it so intensely like he was younger.

also like we sometimes think of di leon like the conclusion, the ending, where he's completely or mostly healed of all his trauma. just because he's not as emo doesn't mean he's full gotten past everything. he's still trapped to some extent. sure, he's not the worn down, pathetic alcoholic old man that he was in re6 or vd and he's got friends he can rely on and he's doing better, but i still think he struggles with feeling worthy of the attention and care of others. he's probably not the best communicator of that either!! so just like with re4r leon, you might have to disguise it as for you as opposed to for him. he recognizes this but doesn't say anything or stop you.

as for smuttyyy hmm i like the idea of leon being touchy and affectionate during sex. like if he's single and it's just a one night stand he met at the bar, then no. absolutely not. he probably won't kiss them on the lips, mostly because he's deprived of that affectionate stuff and will definitely get attached. (edit: actually the more i think about it... maybe he would be overly touchy with some stranger because he's desperate and needs it soooo bad.. what if that scares them away and he gets all sad.. dawg now i'm sad) but if it's his long term partner then he absolutely wants to hold your hand, let you touch him however you like.

on days where he's more needy and touch deprived, i can see him leaning a bit more dominant, just taking what he wants. of course ur not gonna fight him because it's the one time he'll actually seek physical comfort without it having to be a battle between you and his own insecurities. he holds you tightly and possessively, claiming you as his, and gawd i mean what else do you do besides go along with it?

cuz like i don't see him as a total sub (sub leaning switch men x dom leaning switch women representation) but i do also see his neediness manifesting in him poorly communicating his needs. i mean, let's be real. he's not the coolest guy. he's shy and awkward and canonically not good with women (and i'm sure men too). but if you coax him into voicing what he wants from you... he gives in and lets you take care of him.

couple extra random notes:

re2r leon after the events of raccoon city finds it hard to be touchy feely and everything. tries to keep his distance cuz he's so in his head and upset about what happened.

re4r leon struggles a lot emotionally and mentally and thus is very in the most in need of comfort yet the least likely to get it as he can't communicate it very well :( plus he doesn't have a lot of agency/free will in his life so as much as i wanna say "you just gotta give him love!! he deserves it!!" it also feels like he would push away anyone who is too affectionate and loving with him. as bad as it sounds it feels like just another burden being forced onto him.

id leon i would say gives me the least touch starved needy vibes. i also feel like they made him a little too cool in id, he's not loser-y enough to be leon kennedy you know ?? but he's keeping himself busy in order to not have to think about his traumas and problems, and trying to ignore his obvious need for attention and companionship.

re6 leon is struggglinggggg he is barely able to keep himself together and just some gentle touches and love breaks him down to an emotionally needy mess. this is the man that would accidentally be overly loving and affectionate with a stranger he met at the bar.

#nic <3 #i am also a proponent of not calling id leon old bc that man is 29. like thats old-ER but not old!! literally two years after re4 #yet people see him as this grandpa smh #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #leon kennedy resident evil

[wjehfshs]

Na’vi boys + Spider and them in a relationship w u ^^

Includes: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Spider, Rotxo, and Ao’nung

Authors note: I kinda already did this briefly when talking about what they want in a partner but I wanted to go into more depth about it. Also Spider is now involved. It’s also really hard to write for Rotxo, sorryyyy

SOME suggestive comments here and there but no smut! Or anything graphic or detailed!

Neteyam

Me might be nicknamed the Mighty Warrior, but for you, he’s weak in the knees

Kiri and Lo’ak always make fun of him for how he always becomes cuddly with you the instant he’s just a little bit tired

Just like his mama, whenever you two are alone, he’ll rub his face up against you, any place he can reach

Yes even if you’re not officially mated/too young to mate, he’ll do it

He gets compliments from other people in his clan a lot but they don’t do anything for him. But when YOU compliment him, he’s silently giggling and kicking his feet. You swear his head just got 2x bigger

His nicknames for you consist of “love” “my love” “sweetheart” and “beautiful one”

If you’re bigger than him he’ll also throw in some “my warrior” or even a “palm tree” (as if he isn’t 8’2 😭😭)

If you’re smaller than him (especially if you’re human) he’ll call you “my little one” or “my star”

He’ll always get you to pass something to him just so he can touch your hand while you pass it over

He literally acts as if you two aren’t in a relationship and have seen each other fully naked

He’s such a dork at heart

His favourite places to kiss you are your forehead and right next to your lips

Not that he doesn’t enjoy a kiss on the lips, but he knows it frustrates you so he’ll kiss you right next to your lips and then when you look at him like he just told you he was gonna break up with you, he chuckles and kisses you properly on the lips

I can guarantee that you will not be cold when sleeping with him

He’s like a radiator

But if it’s hotter outside, you’re trying to push him off as you have sweat dripping down your face as he has his head on your chest and his arms tightly, and I mean TIGHTLY around your waist

He likes to bathe with you

Not in a creepy or horny way

…okay maybe in a just very slightly horny way

But he likes to be able to hold you close, it feels intimate to him, and calming

Dude you will have his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he starts drooling if you run your hands through his braids

He’ll be purring n shit too

Do that and either his loincloth/tweng is thrown off somewhere else or he’s kissing you all over. Depends on the mood

He likes to have his arm wrapped around yours as you go for walks around the forest and find ponds/lakes to sit near

Or maybe instead the beach if you’re at the Metkayina clan

Although he always ends up getting in the water for some reason

It’s like he can’t help himself

And then he’ll try and drag you in with him, cuddling you as you try to slap him on the chest for getting you wet

Then he’ll press a kiss to your head and mumble to you “I’m sorry my love, I couldn’t help myself. You always just look so pretty and all I want to do is smother you”

He doesn’t really check you out per-se, but admires you

Tail wagging and everything

The dorkiest and silliest smile on his face as you do whatever you are doing

Then you catch him and he looks away, trying to act non-suspicious (he’s so suspicious)

Lo’ak

Now Lo’ak doesn’t even care

He just checks you out

I mean he cares if he’s caught, acting all cool and calm

He acts as if he wasn’t just drooling from the sight of you

When he’s sleeping he’s either twitching likes he’s having a seizure or he’s dead asleep

And when he’s dead asleep it’s like he decides to just weigh 2 tons

And you can tell it’s a good sleep too

He’s drooling, face smooshed up against something (usually you) and he’s sweating

If you’re laying on top of him he’ll roll over just to crush you in his sleep

And if you’re human, say good bye to any form of blood flow because you’re not getting him off you

He will not wake up for anything, you could scream in his ear and he won’t even move

But if you manage to actually get out of his iron grasp, he immediately wakes up and drags you back. He acts as if you’re his life line and if you stop touching each other he’ll drop dead

His favourite past time with you is to chase you around the forest/beach

It seems weird to other people but for you two, it’s actually a lot of fun

He’ll go a little slower if you can’t run as fast

Once he finally decides it’s enough he’ll catch up to you and pick you up off the ground, spin you around and kiss all up and down the back of your neck

He likes to kiss you on the back of your neck and on the lips

He also likes to have you on his lap a lot, makes him feel closer to you

He’ll rub his face against your head and he can’t help but smell you

He likes to smell you

That sounds weird but your scent comforts him

His love language is biting

Just nipping at you

He’s seriously like a giant chihuahua

He calls you names like “beautiful” “my one and only” and “baby”

He could listen to you talk for hours

Not even about anything specific, you could just be yapping about anything that comes to mind and he’ll listen with hearts in his eyes and a goofy smile on his face

Sometimes he’ll intentionally bring up things you like/things you could talk about for a long time just so he can listen to you talk

He’s guilty of falling asleep on top of you while you rant about whatever

He just can’t help it, your voice is one of his favourite things about you

He gets jealous easily though

He trusts you, but he’s insecure within himself

So anytime he thinks someone’s getting a little too touchy or flirty with you, he steps in and makes it a point to hug and kiss you

And he will try to always have you either on his lap or at least next to him so he can hug you

He’s not obsessed with PDA and he doesn’t mind if you dislike it, but he also isn’t opposed to the idea of it

He actually finds it comforting to know that others know you two are together

If you have any work to do, wether it be chores for the clan or work in the lab (obvi depends if ur Na’vi, human or Avatar) he’ll follow you around and bother you

Kissing all up your neck and spine while you work, whinging about how your attention isn’t on him

He goes through phases. First it’s trying to distract you, then it’s feeling rejected and sulking, then pretending he actually doesn’t care abt what you’re doing, then it’s getting all way up in your face about what you’re doing, and then it’s just acceptance. But usually by acceptance you’re done with whatever you had to do (this part is all light hearted if someone acted like this genuinely it would be a little weird and concerning)

When you are finished though, he’s now lying on top of you, crushing you with his weight as he rubs his face all over you

He can’t help but always touch you in some capacity

Tail wrapped around you

Hand in yours

Arm around your waist/shoulders

Spider

Okay so first and foremost, he will try and act all tough and stronger than he to impress you

ESPECIALLY if you’re Na’vi

He once claimed he could pick you up so you sat yourself down and he got maybe your feet off the floor (you totally didn’t do it yourself to make him feel better) before he had to give up

“Look I totally could! Todays just not a good day”

If you’re human and shorter/around the same height than him, he definitely could, but he always does it wrong and hurts himself

It’s not that you’re too heavy for him, he’s just not cautious and picks you up wrong, hurting his back in the process

He likes to sleep on top of you, sprawled out like a starfish and on his stomach

He sleeps pretty long so if you’re Na’vi you can probably just easily pick him up and put him to the side

But if you’re human, then you probably can’t, so you’re just going to have to wait there until he wakes up

And trying to wake him up before he’s ready either just won’t work or will end in him becoming grumpy

Once’s he’s grumpy he demands you give him a kiss to make it up to him (he’s like a big ass baby)

Oh and his kisses (especially his morning kisses) are sloppy and have no thought behind them

He means them but he just goes for it, he doesn’t care where the kiss lands, just as long as it’s somewhere on your body

He’s so nervous like all the time

Just wants to impress you

Lo’ak once told him, in order to impress you, he should do a front flip off a low down enough tree when you were looking

He managed the flip, but when he landed, he accidentally twisted his ankle

You saw it happen and tried to get him to go to med bay but he swore he was fine

It was only until one of the scientists saw him limping into the lab later that day when he finally caved and went to med bay

Now back on the carrying thing

If he can carry you, he’ll insist on holding you bridal style while he trudges through a small stream over to the other side

Even if you’re perfectly capable, he still insists on it, makes him feel strong and protective

He likes to sit next to you, hold your face and bump noses with you, giggling and smiling as you whisper to each other and look in each others eyes

Not only does he enjoy doing it, but he also knows it makes Lo’ak gag every time he has to see it and he likes to tease his best friend

He’ll bring you things he found around the forest

You have an assortment of random rocks and now dried plants/flowers he found pretty

If you’re Na’vi, he’ll play with the tips of your fangs (yknow? Like feeling them) when you’re cuddling

He also will sometimes grab your tail and wrap it around him while you two are cuddling

If you try and scent him (bc I’m pretty sure the Na’vi scent their mates/partners) he’ll be so proud for the rest of the day

Walking around like he’s hot shit

“Yeah [name] scented me, they’re totally obsessed with me”

Like he’s not constantly talking and thinking about you

His nicknames for you are “sweetie” “mine” and “softie”

He likes to call you softie because it doesn’t matter your body type, to him, you’re just a big softie

If you’re Na’vi he’ll add in “blueberry” as a nickname because one of the scientists showed him what they where and he decided that was a great nickname for you

He likes to kiss you on the tip of your nose and your shoulder

He’s picked up the chasing habit from Lo’ak

He loves when he can chase you around the forest

Rotxo

He’ll often hold your face in his hands, squishing your face and pinching your cheeks like he’s some grandma

He’ll sleep curled up next to you, his head on your shoulder

His hair gets in your face but you don’t mind since it’s very soft and clean (he takes very good care of it)

Or he’ll spoon you. He would like to be the small spoon sometimes but his front gets cold so he prefers to be the big spoon so your back can warm him up

His nicknames for you are “my light” “my sunshine” and “love”

He puts a lot of emphasis on how you’re his guiding light almost, that you make his days better

His favourite places to kiss you are on the lips and on the stomach

He also likes to have you on his lap as much as he can

His head on your shoulder as he presses his cheek up against yours, his arms around your waist, pressing occasional kisses to your cheek

More on the kissing you on your stomach thing, when he hasn’t seen you for awhile or he’s had a long day, when he sees you again he’ll run up to you, pick you up so his face is pressed against your stomach as he kisses all over it

He can’t help but blow some raspberries on it too, it makes you laugh and your laugh is like a drug to him

He spends a lot of time weaving and making things for you

His tail can’t stop wagging when he sees you wearing whatever he made for you

Being a soft lover obviously has its perks, but he can also become insecure when you have any friends/anyone talks to you who is taller, stronger, and more confident

He’s the sad kind of jealous

When he gets jealous he becomes sad and avoids you

He automatically assumes the worst case scenario so be prepared to have to comfort him and reassure him that you love him and him only

He’s not really with it a lot of the time (day dreamer fr) so sometimes you have to hold his hand and guide him places

And it’s really awkward if you’re human, you’re so tiny compared to him yet you’re leading him around and he’s just stumbling over his own two feet

He likes to dance with you at celebrations and ceremonies

It doesn’t matter if you know the dances, he’ll teach you. Or you’ll both just do your own thing together, giggling and laughing

If you’re human and at a celebration, he’ll always try to guide you away from the crowd so you don’t get fucking stomped to death

I like to think that he secretly wants to be a healer/helper of the Tsahík, but his parents want him to become a strong warrior like all of his friends are doing

But he’s secretly picked up on tips and tricks (thanks to Ronal feeling bad for a 7yr old Rotxo bawling his eyes out because he wanted to help ppl but he couldn’t)

So if you ever get hurt, he’s rushing to your aid and helping you

Not only is he skilled in healing, but he’s also great at emotional comfort

He knows just what to say and when to say it

Not only that, but he’s just like a big old teddy bear

Cuddly and soft

He dotes over you a lot

His favourite activity with you is weaving and visiting the spirit tree

Even if you can’t connect to it because you’re human, he’s fine with just sitting on his Ilu with you or going to a nearby beach close enough to still watch the animals swim around the spirit tree

To him, it’s romantic. And if even you can connect to the spirit tree, you don’t always. Sometimes you two just go there to sit and talk, have some alone time from the clan

It’s actually where you two had your first kiss

Ao’nung

Ok so we all know it’d definitely be an enemies to lovers kinda thing

Or at least a redeemed bully who secretly likes you

I wanna go into some depth about Ao’nung with human reader so prepare for that

At first he’d HATE you

Not only out of, yknow, reasonable hate for humans, but also partly out of fear

But he’d rather die than admit that he was a little scared of you

It started off with avoiding you, always on guard around you, his hand automatically placed on his knife that was hanging off his hip, just in case

But then when he realised how… harmless, you really were, he calmed down

The fear and anxiety turned into bullying and teasing for your “weird appearance”

He secretly found you cute, but he wouldn’t even admit that to himself

So he started targeting you, purposefully sitting next to you at communal dinners just so he could make witty remarks about how slow you eat due to have to lift up your mask each time and having to breathe between each bite

Then it switched to the obvious “why do you have four fingers?”

Then to nicknaming you “little demon”

And it just kept going

It finally stopped when one day you smiled at him

That’s all it took

He found your smile so captivating and radiant that he finally had to admit he liked you and he could no longer find it in himself to be hostile or teasing anymore

So he actually tried to form a friendship

During the actual relationship, he will regularly pick you up and inspect you

Comment on how soft and squishy you are

Comment on how small compared to him you are

Comment on your weird yet adorable appearance

Ok so here, it doesn’t matter if you’re human, Na’vi or avatar

He will leave love bites

All over you

And if you wear Na’vi clothes/clothes that don’t cover as much, it’ll piss you right off

Because you’ll be trying to do a daily task and people will be staring and giggling because there’s a giant fucking bite mark right on your neck just the right size and shape of Ao’nungs teeth

And the way he apologises? Leaving a “soft kiss” on the love bite that eventually turns into a hickey

He can’t help himself, it’s like he goes feral and loses all sense of shame and control as soon as his lips touch you

He’s also a scenter

He’s very protective so he makes sure you smell of him every god damn morning

He has 3 ways and 3 ways only of sleeping

Curled up next to you in the fetal position with his tail wrapping around you

On top of you

You on top of him

His favourite places to kiss you are the neck, on top of your head, and literally just anywhere that gets you flustered

He likes to tease you

He makes a game out of it too

“How many times can I fluster them today?”

Whispering suggestive shit in your ear and giggling when you try to get him to shut up

Or hugging you from behind and tracing circles over your hip/waist/stomach

And his favourite, kissing you and slipping a little tongue in there right before he pulls away

He’s such a little menace

His nicknames for you are “my star” or “my little star” if you’re shorter than him, “love” and “sweetheart” but anytime he calls you sweetheart it’s in a whiny way that he draws out to get your attention, like anytime you’re busy doing something, he’ll call you sweetheart in a long drawn out way with a fake whiny voice to get your attention

And if you’re human, he never really let go of the “little demon” nick name, but he’s switched it now to “my little demon”

In public he’s not not affectionate, but he dials it down a bit, but as soon as you’re in private, he’s all over you

Face in your neck, arms squeezing you so tight you struggle to breathe, and probably lying on top of you

He’s insecure and wants to be just like his father, so any time you compliment his skill in something, he’s secretly blushing and giggling. But he puts on this “yeah, it’s whatever” persona to seem cool

One of his favourite activities with you is to go swimming with you

Especially if you aren’t from the reef, seeing your eyes light up at everything in the ocean makes his heart swell

If you’re human, your mask annoys him. He understands why you need it but he can’t kiss you and it frustrates him

So if a lab is set up at the Metkayina clan, he’s elated to finally have somewhere he can freely kiss you

#avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #Neteyam x reader #lo’ak x reader #Spider Socorro x reader #Rotxo x reader #Ao’nung x reader #neteyam headcannons #lo’ak headcannons #spider soccoro #Javier socorro #spider Socorro headcanons #spider headcanons #rotxo headcanons #Ao’nung headcanons #avatar headcanons #avatar x you #avatar teens #avatar twow teens #avatar twow #headcanons #fanfic #romance #romantic headcanons #fluff

[voidcat]

— withering away

characters: dazai osamu, you

genre & warnings: comfort/angst if u squint, mentions of knives, implied use of said knives

a/n: you can tell this is heavily influenced by my sudden increase in listening to Blue Hair & Cigarette Daydreams. This can work as a stand alone too but I think it fits nicely into my dazai long fic Bad Luck (esp the “pm route”) ik all Ive written/posted so far regarding badluck is the dark era but I think it’s easy to guess the type of dynamic mc and dazai have. Anywyas I’m always here for Qs regarding ideas/fics so ask me whatever u want. Kith kith bye

Many sides to him, literal and metaphorical, Dazai’s blind side is always taken by Chuuya.

Standing by the side he once covered with patches and bandages, his right arm man, at his right side, always, Dazai reserves his seeing side to you always.

Sun rises and sets, the sky darkens at the end of each day, and still you stay, remain in the same spot with those dull, doll, glass eyes.

Nothing and everything, the empty glass to match his pitch black orbs.

His seeing side reserved for you because even in the most intimate of embraces, a dagger is pulled out, the memory of the cold kitchen blade hidden under the pillows still fresh.

Between the lines of laughter and hysteria, there is a melancholy that floats. A yearning for something you will never have, grief for what could have happened long ago, had things developed a little differently perhaps.

Arms wrapped around loosely, an act of symbol at most– for that is the most he could even offer. Both pairs of eyes staring ahead, onto the ground and into nothing. No haze, no thought, no emotion behind them;

just plain old void, emptiness, sucking everything in and devouring it whole, Denise of your humanities, or the ideas of them.

Two ghosts drifting off in the endless stream of life, no place to haunt, no one to hover around, no purpose to go around and say ‘such is life’

Then the flood comes, in the midst of another action done for the sake of being done, to fill that void of silence in the room, to have anything else going on– silent tears and barely shaken shoulders, an impressive show of man’s control over the body, like they’re not crying at all and this is all part of their show, their little impromptu Dance under the cold sun.

Yet the nothing remains, that lack of purpose, as well as reason.

And so the other party merely stares, knowing there is nothing to be done, no outcome to be changed.

No magic fingers snapping, no shift in the universe nor a miracle dawning down from the heavens above, sacred and all-bright.

And thus the pair of ghosts continue on their fleeting, with the occasional murmurs to accompany their bottomless pits: ba-dam-bamp, ba-dam-bamp, ba-dam-bamp.

#dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs x reader #a case of bad luck

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Yan!Pantalone with fem childhood friend reader-

Sooooo this is actually my fave for me to write ( except that I write a lot of possibilities in the future with this but here goes one of my many thoughts)

What if, reader was there with Pantalone during their hard time as the 'mature figure' aka sister despite yourself in need of mature figure too. Taking care of him, always giving him the better options in food or clothes. Pantalone would remember how you'd always wrapped him with the blankets despite how you trembled from the weather (aight lets see what you got for us in the future after all the bs we've done for you snitch) But good times (not so good but) don't last long right? Especially with reader being famous for her bad lucks and stuffs. Basically, reader was trafficked, leaving Pantalone all alone. Reader knew they were in danger and just a day before this happened, reader shoo Pantalone away, asking him to look for a flower for her (which is super random, idk if he's willing or not, honestly up to you but he still did it anyway). Imagine the horror returning to his 'home' only find a blood trails that ended in the middle of the road. You were nowhere to be seen at all.

Time skip and here's one of the possibilities i really want to see you write it out QwQ

So what if Pantalone was striking a deal with a dude at a beauty house, one that could only be entered by the upper class people. Pantalone hated being there, he just hated how it made him look 'nasty' and he for sure didn't want you to see him like this (lol sike) Just when they were conversing with each other, you came to them, offering them drinks. Pantalone was about to shoo you away again like how he did to others but hell he didn't know how to feel about meeting you in a beauty house.

Obviously he's all sparked in joy to be able to see you again after years of searching for you but he's also internally panicking about his image now. Would you still acknowledge him after this? (Yup, overthinking at its finest but i'd like to pinpoint this as the main problem in his head)

So yada yada yada (up to you) at first reader had a hard time remembering him but after lots of thing and the mention of flower, reader remembered about him.

Soooo,it's a happy ending now right? *yeets* nope we wrote the yan tag for reasons

What happened to you? Oh he's punished people he suspected to be your captors, even the innocents are not safe from his overthinking (idk wht but u get it).

What about the people in the beauty house? Who touched you intimately? Oh how there'd be lots of people missing and dying in a short period of time after all of this.

Not even the people who watched you dance are free from his 'punishments'. Not dead but still, 'punished'.

Oh? The beauty house owner didn't want to 'sell' you to him? Fine he could do it the hard way. What happened to the beauty house? Its business slowly dropped down. Still holding tightly to you? Fine have this blow, a fire burnt down half of the beauty house. He was careful not to burn the area around your room, making sure you'd be able to run away just in time from the fire.

Right, what? The owner still held you tightly as one of his source of income? Fine, bye bye then. Tbh he had a love and hate relationship to its owner, on one hand he knew the owner took good care of everyone, protecting them from all those shady men and ensuring you're still alive up until for him to meet you. But why would he let you work not only as a dancer but also a 'bed warmer'? He didn't care the fact that it's your own willingness.

Either way, he didn't feel any guilt at all. He tried to end things peacefully but it just so happened that the man thought of him as a shady man. What a shame.

Welp, what matter now is that you're here with him now! Althoughhh that didn't mean his overthinking traits ended already. Welp, idk what happened next

Thank you for listening to my long ass ramblings too

*peaces out*

yandere! Pantalone x Childhood friend! AE! Reader

Usual tags, except this one has uh potential gore(?), sexual themes(ain't a yandere without a bit of it), power harassment, drug use, Minors do NOT interact. (Ps, tell me what tags I'm missing) yo this is 3.3 k worth of words.

@youyue

A Durak's little miss fortune

"Oh bubbles, what have you done? Opening a very interesting plot like that and almost little to no restrictions? I live for it. I hope you aren't too concerned about what fate has for this little flower. " - Scribe

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Shadows lengthen, dim streets darken. To most people crept back under their sheets, yet here he is. The man with the very definition of wealth weighed in his name. Sat on a chair of their booked room in the 'beauty house', honestly speaking; he could care less about the establishment that fattens decadence at the lap of luxury. But with his imperial image on the line, or someone's head will roll.

Avoiding eye contact with the wretched woman on stage of the velvet room, body bending and twirling in odd angles, giving an eyeful of imagination to her viewers. As if it is no big deal for her being gawked at.

"Yes, that is our proposition for you, Lord Harbinger Pantalone." Said the rotundan before looking over to the service lady dressed in rather obscene clothing.

"Thirsty, my good sirs?" The 9th Harbinger huffed, waving his hand at the girl attending them.

"How many times do we have to tell you, we don't need-...any… thing…" With an irked voice slightly raised. Stopped midway once he saw the placid woman before him, offering beverages on a stainless steel tray.

"Understood, good sirs. I shall notify my other sisters at once." The once gentle and loving look he misses so much now turned stone cold, bowing before being dismissed. So many questions raced in his mind, why are you here? How? For how long? Wait you're here, you must be disgusted at why he's here instead of finding you.

Pantalone was about to call out to apologise but he's in a meeting and you already disappeared in the sea of people. Sadness stung in his iced heart, yet he dared not show it. Especially when this fatso is in front of him.

"Fancy her, Lord Harbinger?" The well off man asked, curiously. "Can't blame you, Lord Harbinger. Everyone calls her Fortune, she usually sings and dances on stage around the weekends." Oh, he knows what this gross pig wants. Getting on his good side to make the deal a lot easier, unfortunately for him. It merely soured his mood, no one should talk like that to an angel like you. And he means NO ONE.

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Next thing he knew, he's at home. Thrashing some of the documents all the clues about his missing half, you. His seething rage would not go unnoticed as he thought of all the sickening situations that they have done to you to make you so submissive bending to the whims of those lowly men. Of how many times you've cried to have someone save you in your predicament, scared and alone.

That last memory he has of that consequential moment into his mind. The pile of rubble that is their home, made from bits and bobs that they happen to come across. Makeshift door broken, an undeniable red stain leading nowhere, followed by claw marks against the dirt and snow. It still haunts him, the day his only warmth in this cruel world is taken away so easily. If he hadn't gone to take that flower instead you would have been at his side… Then again, because of that flower he was able to be acquainted with people, make connections. Almost like you gave him your remaining luck.

"My lord, we have a copy of Orlestine's account book!" An agent reported to him from the door. Orlestine, a wealthy name that holds the yoke of servitude.

" Enter, and leave it on the table" the employee did as they were told. "And one more thing… make sure to keep tabs on her." Added the bifocal man.

"Understood, Lord Harbinger." Leaving the pride of the northland bank alone. Just like the others in his life, but not this time. Not when he has found his other half.

"Soon… I'll make those dastards pay a hundred- no, over millions of times with what they've done with you." His rage knew no bounds as he recalled all the terrible things he told you before you were whisked away from that dumpster fire of a shelter.

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"You're a terrible cuddler… " normally you would laugh at his cold affection. He notices your arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer to you.

"Maybe I am, but that doesn't stop me." Your voice trembled as you put your chin on top of his head.

"Always helping that girl at the church… She doesn't even help you." The pretty-eyed boy mumbled, noticing your body has a hint of perfume. He wasn't a fool, he knew that the church girl was taking advantage of your kindness.

" It's not always about getting help." Only you would smile, he hates it. How his chest ached and yearned to be with you, the only gold hearted person he knew.

" You're just going to get hurt." Not knowing of the danger that had instored for the next day, shivered slightly when he felt the draft from one corner.

" Even so, I just wanted to help. " You hugged him more, he could see the warm breath against the chilly wind." Do you want me to sing? " Noticing it's growing late, and knowing his fondness of your melody.

" No way, you sound so terrible." He wanted to bite his tongue at the moment, but he didn't want to sleep. He's scared, and doesn't know what the reason was.

" Alright, alright, I hear you. Rest up, I need you to go get something for me tomorrow morning. It's really important." Soot stained face pouted, looking up at you when he heard that.

" Ha? Didn't you hear what that guy said about a snowstorm tomorrow?" You laughed a bit before rubbing your cold fingers on his cheek trying to get the ash off.

"Please, it's important. " With how soft your voice was, he knew you really needed it. But for what?

" Pah, go find someone else to do that. " Again, he wants to beat himself up for being such an asshole.

" Oh, alright." You merely sighed and kissed his head. For being an understanding person just doesn't sit right with him.

" You're really annoying, you know?" Murmured, leaning his head on your chest. He truly despised the situation they're in.

" Yeah, yeah, just sleep you little munchkin." Pinching his cheek to get a reaction out of him and laugh.

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And that was the last conversation he had with you, he wanted to say something different at the time. Still his own mouth betrayed him, barred from showing his own feelings to her. Compared to you, always wearing your heart on your sleeve, a faint light that shines even the darkest and coldest of places.

"Count Kintis." Pantalone threw a knife at a picture on the wall, riddled with red strings. He needed to act fast before his beloved had gone too deep in this little hell of milk and honey.

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He wanted to confront you about it first. Going back would be a good start, he had booked a private room and requested you specifically. But got denied at a certain time since she's taken at that hour, he had no choice but to change the meeting a bit before seeing you.

Once Pantalone sat back down in the sinful establishment. He could only imagine what other torturous things they'll do to you. Snapping out of his thoughts when he heard a strikingly familiar voice

" If you had prepared twenty years ago// You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door//"

Honeyed voice rang in the faintly lit room, looking up to the stage where you stood. Dressed in a shimmery red tight fitting apparel accompanying a person with a piano. Men started to stare, undressing you with their gaze. It's sickening, all he could think of is; how DARE they dirtied your image. The sweetest and pure girl he used to know, reduced to such depravity all because of his mistake all those years ago..

He adores your soft voice that sings to him at night easing his worries. Bringing warmth despite the howling winds. Is the song dedicated to him abandoning you? Is this how you've felt when you wait daily to see if anyone would miss or even save you? He's certain of it… no doubt you have to be rescued.

After the stage, a roar of claps erupted from the audience followed by whistles. Which only further summons his ire. He attempted to follow the songstress to her dressing room for a little chat. But was stopped because some man decided to talk to you, so he had to step in.

"I've been looking all over for you." Pantalone put his hand on your shoulder.

"Oh- uhm.. sir." He hates to admit it, but seeing you a bit flustered is adorable but that's not the point!

"Eh? Do you know him, fortune?" The man seemed displeased with how well dressed and intimate he is with you.

" Yeah, he's my next customer." You bluffed, but that is the truth. The Regrator did book you.

His eerie smile directed at the harasser who seemed to get the message about what might go down, and left. Keeping a mental note on that fellow.

A heavy sigh of relief washed over her. "Thank you, kind sir." Now there's that smile he loves to see. You must be really scared to be here, which is why he's here to scoop you up and pay your debt off.

"It was no problem at all, darling." Despite their age being so close, he had grown taller thanks to your help.

"But I do want to talk to you if that is okay with you. It will only take a few moments of your time." He had practised and prepared for this moment of his life, yet his hands were shaking. Not out of excitement, but with fear.

" Of course." Normally you'd be happy helping someone.

" Excellent, is your name ____?" Asking, no need to be hasty, he needs every little and single detail burned into his mind.

You answered, and everytime he asked another. He was so sure you're that girl he met all those ages ago when he was just a pauper with no mora to his name. The conversation started to circle once there were answers that didn't match up or didn't satisfy him, but paraphrasing the first questions. Growing weary of this, he pulled out a pristine flower and showed it to you.

"You know, a poor friend of mine left me this one pitiful morning. She made me fetch a pathetic flower in hopes to ditch me and have a perfect life without me. She would always sing me these strange songs where twin black stars twinkle in the night to guide damnable souls like mine." Pantalone lied in order to get something out of you, noticing your distressed look. He stopped with his relentless questionnaires.

His face softened once tears started to roll down your visage, ruining your makeup.

"Little munchkin… ?" Using the nickname that you gave him, her hand on her head. It felt like it's going to split.

Gloved hand tried to touch your cheek "Oh, my angel-." But another voice called out to you, seeing you flinched at the sound and quickly put up a façade that everything's fine.

"Fortune… " The older looking gentleman came over to calm you down. Saying something before looking at Pantalone as if he had done something wrong.

He got kicked out of the building. For the first time, he was denied something by a mere commoner. But it won't be the first time he'll be persistent on getting what he wants.

He'll start negotiating, from time to time out of mercy. It would have worked if that old wind bag would just let him speak to you. No one would even look at him or even tell him to come back next time. It's insulting that they're treating him like he's the same beggar before he rose to power!

So he stopped going and began his next phase, fine if they didn't want to talk to them it'll be their own damn fault if ruin comes to them.

Sending some fatui agents around the area to keep tabs. One has reported that you kept singing your heart out of sorrow by yourself in the middle of the night. A tune that would always lull him to slumber… That quelled the voices in his mind that it's a plea for help. But first he has to feed the ever so ravenous knowledge seeker.

Your poor admirers met an 'accidental' demise one by one.. Others met a swift and painless death, another ended with accidents, some went missing, framed and tried in court. Though, he had kept a select few in a pen that ultimately disgust him. First when they devoured the rotting flesh of their leftover livestock. Still hungry, they turned upon themselves. All the while Pantalone watched from afar in the comfort of his opulent home.

Then there's that one time where someone had bumped onto you, they too weren't spared. Especially that girl with a jaded expression. One that threatened to sue you in court for causing her husband's infidelity.

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From days to months, the old crod of the accursed métier finally made his move. The stygian haired man found one of the batch being transported, the one that didn't have you in it.

"I gave you numerous warnings and signs, gaffer. Give my little angel back." Pantalone hissed with a sinister smile. He may be merciful to some degree, but there is a limit to his thinning patience with stubborn people.

"Over my dead body, Regrator! First, you harassed my child then proceeded to corner me to a wall. You're nothing but a coward hiding behind that pile of money of yours!" The bald man goaded, using his arms to imitate a shield the girls. It effectively summoned the heavy coated man's indignation.

"Sir, if I may." One agent talks.

"Permission to speak, granted. Be quick about it." He knows this agent would take pity on the old man.

"Thank you, how about a little gamble? A game of Durak." They suggested it, making the banker hum in curiosity.

Durak, a traditional game where the goal is to have an empty hand. Rather odd for the agent to suggest this, since this is one of the things that got him to where he is today..

"What do you say, josser?" The shaven head man looked at the girls and thought this'll be a trap. But what other choice does he have?

With the game set, cards from the beauty owner provided a bit of an advantage on his part..

The first round goes to the owner, then the next, and the next until the fourth when Pantalone had started to catch up. Comparing the two is like calling a zucchini a cucumber.

"l, won." With such triumph, not once did he open his eyes as the defeated player collapsed to his knees, salty tears leaked out of his eyeballs. Pleading the girls to let go as they have nothing to do with this.

"Please, Lord Harbinger, have a heart and leave my children alone!" Cried the loser, begging for the 9th's mercy at his feet after his inevitable defeat at the game of Durak. It was only a matter of time..

" 'Have a heart', you say? Well, I can arrange that." The young man smiled lightly like normal but to the old man that didn't want to hand over any of his girls or 'children' rather, felt the foreboding deal he verbally struck. The girls behind him huddled together, paled at the implications that come with it.

"Oh, he's going to love this patient." Laughed the Regrator as the agents took hold of the caretaker who was thrashing around. He had a plan for the other girls to be sent away, not bothering them… but did send a few other girls to be closely inspected by the doctor for 'analysis'.

"Tell him to take his sweet time with the others." Waving his hands away at the agents that rallied the girls in separate binds, their wails and pleas go unheard by them as they are being pulled to go under the scalpel.

"Lord Harbinger! We have uncovered the girl!" Reported another that just arrived. And now the real fun begins.

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Back at his home there you are, resisting Pantalone's kindness when he's trying to be patient with you. Each time returning with a gift covered in gilt. And declined once again. He's just as ruthless as he is merciful to you.

" If you love that vulgar job so much, then I'll be obliged to satisfy you in your needs…"

" Oh, come on… you could do better than that.."

"Look at you… So filthy, whoring yourself out like that...I can't believe you were manipulated into agreeing with those dunces."

Whispering those into your ear as you were chained and gagged to the bed. "My lovely, little angel, don't worry. I'll take good care of you this time. Don't give me that talk about being selfless, they're abusing it…" he ran his fingers through your hair.

" Be a good little munchkin for me instead, sing all those songs when we're young…" it's probably best for you to do as he says.

You had become his security blanket, the only thing besides money that can brighten his day. It's not complete if he didn't wrap your body up in a blanket and cuddle you.

If you did return his feelings, perhaps he'll let you out of the chains occasionally. That goes for accepting gifts from him. You must welcome it with open arms and display it upon your body for him to see. Only you would see that genuine smile on that face when he brushed your hair.

The obsession in his eyes grew darker with time. Mumbling how you don't need to lift a finger anymore for anyone. Just let him be the brains for both of you, and you just sit pretty like a doll for him.

Even after that there is one fear that hasn't been quelled within him. What if you found a way to revolt? What would he do to satiate your needs?

Thinking back, that flower you gave him had allowed him to befriend an alchemist, a pill was given after he shared his sob story.

"Fret not friend, for this is the solution you seek of.. have your friend consume it and then she is all yours until death."

Oh, to use or not to use. It all depends on how you behave, either comply willingly or comply forcefully. Either way, he doesn't want to hurt you. But if it's the betterment to get you to stay in his arms, he doesn't seem to have a reason to be guilty about.

"Dear… open your mouth." You didn't as he tried to push the pill in your lips, hands tried to push him away but felt weak since you tried to boycott by not eating.

"It's for your own good, you'll feel better once you eat it… EAT IT. " Pantalone threatens his darling angel to open her mouth by squeezing her cheeks, tossing the pill in your lips before kissing your lips to force the petite maiden to submission.

Moans escaped your mouth as hands gripped on his back, panting as your body felt sweaty. A black pill like size appeared on your ear. Whispering temptations into your ear and slowly bending to the greedy will of his.

Continuing his kisses down to your collar bone, giving love marks all over your body. For some odd reason it felt warm, light touches are enough to make your vision spin around.

"Ha..! Please… " Some drool dribbled down your chin. Your hands looped over his head pulling him closer to your chest.

"Mm, of course my little angel. Anything for you. Go on. Sing my little angel! "

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For some odd reason I feel quite unsatisfied with this. Or am I just being too harsh?

#reader insert #fatui x reader #genshin x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #yandere pantalone #genshin x you

[mangoposts]

Can you explain the time you met Colby Brock and Jake Webber pleaseeeeee I’ve asked before but I think I got lost in the sauce (As you’d say) I just know they thought u were so fine 😭

Yes! I’m sorry i didn’t reply before you definitely got lost in the sauce 😔

I met Colby bc i was standing directly next to him at a really intimate concert with like maybe 30/40 people there (It was his friends concert/acoustic session) At some like outdoor lounge type of place behind a mall. i was legitimately standing next to him for like an hour but i didn’t bother him until it was nearly over lol

I’ve literally watched sam and colby longer than anybody in this world, like since i was 13 and im 20 now Lmfaoooo so i was tweaking but he was sooooo nice and so hot 😭

Before i talked to him i was lowkey just staring a lil bit (I had sunglasses on my head so i would put them on just to check him out) And he noticed and smiled at me so i took that as my opportunity and let it rip lmfao I told him i liked his vids and he was rlly sweeet he gave me a hug before he said bye and when i told him ive been watching him and sam for so long he made a really cute noise 😭Like aeeeehhkkk Lmfaooaoaoo i miss him EVERY DAY

i met Jake at the glendale galleria (A Mall) Like a yearrrr ago maybe two years ago and he was reallyyyy tall like a foot taller than me 😭 he was filming something so i didn’t want to bother him i just told him i liked his videos and he let me get a pic. After he took it he told me he liked my lip colour and i told him i wasn’t wearing a lip colour and he’s like “Oh i know i just like it” but he was laughing Lmfaooooooo he was very sweet and very patient like wasn’t rushing at all they were both very niceeeeee Jake acts the same off camera Lmfao that’s all

#🥭

[jvngkook97]

Tattooed Heart

pairing; non-idol!taehyung, tattoo artist!taehyung, ex!taehyung x non-idol!reader, college student!reader, ex!reader ft. Jungkook

genre; angst, fluff, smut, exes to lovers, ex au, tattoo artist au, soulmate au

warnings; tons of angst, cursing, implied non explicit smut, jealousy, reader is not going to take any of taehyung’s shit, both are petty assholes tbh, Jungkook’s thighs make an appearance you’ve been warned

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 10,702 if you read this, bless ur soul

a/n; didn’t know I needed a tattoo artist au of taehyung until the plot came to me. y’all may need a cold shower after this one. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated. love u all ok bye

soulmate au masterlist ~ coming soon!

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would be stepping foot in this shithole of a place that you once called home. Yet here you were, courtesy of your best friend of 10+ years getting married at an age too young for your liking, but having found her soulmate, why should she waste any time? You wondered if you would’ve done the same had the roles been reversed. Nah, probably not.

Letting out a rather unladylike snort in the high end bar where the bachelorette party was taking place, people who you just met for the first time that day staring at you with odd looks, you downed your fourth or fifth shot of Jack Daniel’s of the night. Enjoying the way the subtle burn trailed down your throat, you reminisced on a time that you thought was long forgotten. One where you first met who you truly believed was going to be the love of your life, forever.

His name? Kim Taehyung.

Then

You guys first me when you were 15, and he was 16. You were young, you were dumb, and you were broke. Both of you coming from poverty, you vowed to not let your hometown swallow you up like it’s done majority of its residents. Agreeing to help each other whenever possible in order to achieve that goal. But there was one solid rule, you never leave a man behind.

Maybe you should’ve revised it differently. Changed it to never leave your best friend behind. Though you know that probably wouldn’t of made any difference either. Considering that’s exactly what happened when his self made tattoo business started gaining momentum almost 2 years later after making the pact. Some big shot conglomerate willing to take his talents to newfound heights he could never accomplish in your dreary town.

When he first told you of the news that he was getting invested in by the one and only Bang PD, you were ecstatic, overjoyed even for him. Cause it was that day you saw him truly believe in himself for once, something you’ve always tried yourself to get him to see but could never quite get it through that thick skull of his. And if it took a world renowned tattoo artist that he’s looked up to for years to do it, then so be it. It was during his ramblings that he let one little detail slip past his supple, and equally as kissable, lips. Not that you’ve ever kissed before in real life, but the dream version of him was very talented, in many ways.

So imagine to his surprise, it was you that brought up the life altering fact. The words coming from your mouth, sounding foreign. Like you shouldn’t of been saying them to begin with. It wasn’t until his reaction to your words surfaced, did you finally believe it was real. He was leaving you. Leaving you behind.

That’s when you made the one last ditch effort to selfishly try and keep him within your grasp, within your town, with you. You named the many reasons you love him. You confessed your desires, your hopes, your dreams. All of them included the two of you together. The two of you intimately together, where he was equally in love with you the same way you were with him and you both could live your teenage dream version of reality you dreamt up in your head since you first met him. All of it was futile for the freshly turned 18 year old. The now legal adult in him having matured him overnight, it seems. It was now your turn to be surprised.

The words dripped from his lips as if they were the blood from the metaphorical knife he was digging into your heart.

“But I’m not in love with you, y/n!”

And sometime in the late night, long after you were home alone in your 17 year old bed crying your eyes out from the now broken heart you had to nurture back to being whole by yourself, he left.

A few months later, you would then meet your current best friend, Reina. And the rest, as they say, was history.

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Now

Finishing your now sixth or seventh drink of the night, you knew you needed to start drinking water. Waving the bartender down, who was thoroughly relieved that they didn’t have to cut you off themselves, they set a glass of ice cold water down in front of you with a trained smile.

It was while you were drinking the cold beverage, that you realized someone was trying to initiate a conversation with you from the occupied barstool next to you. Finally giving them the luxury of your precious time, you turned your head to look at them, or moreso to see if you deemed them worthy of being your sexual release for the night.

The first thing you noticed about them was the piercings that adorned their face so perfectly. The next thing was their soft, warm, brown eyes. Which led down to their lips where a lip piercing was placed rather methodically in your opinion, cause now you wanted nothing more then to know how the said piercing would feel between your thighs. A thought that made you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth in anticipation. But what really sealed the deal, was his bad boy attire he donned. From his leather jacket, to his black denim jeans, even to his laced up, black platform boots that encased his feet. You were hooked.

Lost in your lust induced haze, the male you just checked out was attempting to get you to talk, again. Oh shit, he was going to think you were some loon now with the way you were just staring at him without replying back.

Clearing your throat, you broke yourself out of your sinful thoughts and acknowledged the beautiful male specimen in front of you with a sultry smile and half lidded eyes.

“I’m sorry, what did you say, sir?” The dark look that fell over his face at your quite normal addressing of the male didn’t go unnoticed by you. Ah, you smirked inwardly, he has a ‘sir’ kink. Good to know for later on, so you kept that little fact locked in your memories.

A tattoo covered hand was holding his drink of choice in a soft grip, before it was brought up to his lips as you watched closely how they molded with the glass in a way that shouldn’t be arousing you so much, but it was. His tongue coming to poke out and taste the liquid courage as it slithered down his throat, where his Adam’s apple was bobbing due to the swallowing actions. Your breathing hitched not of your own accord, a sound that made the male smirk at you knowingly.

Not so subtly rubbing your thighs together, the male brought a large ring clad hand to settle on top of the thigh that was closest to him. Rubbing soothing circles, he then kneaded the top of your thigh gently, but firmly. His action causing the hem of your dress to ride up, and with it being short to begin with, was barely leaving anything to the male’s imagination. Not that he minded, or you for that matter.

Tilting his head towards the direction of the bathrooms, he silently asked you a question with a uncharacteristic bunny toothed smile adorning his lips. Watching his lip piercing strain to stay in from the sudden wide display, you licked your own lips and grabbed the hand that was still on your thigh. Angling your body further towards the male, you used the obscure angle and dim lighting throughout the bar to your advantage. Sliding the male’s hand underneath your dress, you placed his hand near your clothed core.

He let out a low, gutteral groan at your lewd action, feeling the warmth that emanated from between your thighs. Copying your movements, he angled his body even closer to yours, effectively cutting off the bottom half of your body with one of his thick thighs that he considered a blessing at this moment. Yet he kept his hand where it was, not moving an inch without your consent. With locked eyes, you brought his hand up that last inch. It was all the answer he needed, and then he was hooked.

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The lone male walked out of the bar exuding an aura of content, passing a hand through his now disheveled hair, and started walking down the street light covered sidewalk towards his roommates area of business. Like clockwork, you walked out not even five minutes later, exuding the same contentment as your prior male counterpart for the evening, applying a new layer of lipstick that came off during your activities, and began walking on the same sidewalk in the opposite direction towards the hotel you were staying at until the wedding was over.

Considering his roommates business was only a few blocks away from his usual hunting grounds, he made it into the little establishment within minutes. His roommate having just finished up the last client of the night, sending them off with a polite smile and a ‘please come again’.

His roommate looked at the male that just came into his work with a roll of his eyes followed by a look of disgust. His entire body laid limp on the black couch at the front of his studio, normally housing his clients, with an ‘I just got laid’ kind of posture. Locking the studio door, he turned the lights off on the ‘Open’ neon sign that hung in the window, signaling to passerbys that it was closed.

“Seriously, dude. Again? That’s three nights in a row! Are you seeing the same woman? At the same prissy bar?” The roommate questioned in feigned amusement. Hitting the male’s feet off his couch to make room for himself, the roommate plopped down on the couch next to him, waiting to hear of the male’s recent sexcapade.

The male just grinned at his roommate in excitement. Wanting him to ask the question first, before he laid out all the juicy details. Throwing his head back against the couch with his eyes closed, the roommate claimed defeat and asked the dreaded question.

“Who was it this time, Jungkook? The lady from the bookstore? The one from the supermarket? Or, maybe the single mom from the cafe down the street?” The list honestly could’ve gone on longer, but those seemed to be on the top of his list majority of his time, so he started there.

Jungkook, the lone male from the bar, looked at his roommate with a shit eating grin.

“None of them. She was new in town.” He casually said in a way that made his roommate sit up straight and stare him in the eyes in genuine shock.

“A newbie? No wonder they gave in so easily.” He replied with a humorless chuckle before asking another question.

“Did you at least get a name this time around?”

“Nope. No name. But–,” Jungkook drug out the word before revealing his big find of the night.

“I did find her tattoo.” He stated with a cocky grin, one his roommate unfortunately saw all too much on his friend’s face.

“For real. You found her tattoo? What was it of?” He asked in genuine curiosity.

“A heart.” He started to describe the tattoo to the awaiting male across from him. The roommate sagging in disappointment at the bland tattoo description, before Jungkook finished his description. And this time, his roommates eyes widened in horror.

“It was an anatomical heart. With chains wrapped around it.” Jungkook closed his eyes to remember it in vivid detail, going on to say even how he found it, not noticing the look that was stuck on his roommates face, now turned to one of pure anger.

He was going to kill Jungkook.

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Drying your hair off after the shower you just took to cleanse your body of your quick hook up of the night, you threw the cheap, yet equally impressive tight blonde wig that you were wearing for the night, forced on you by the bridal party due to losing a game, into the trash bin. You had no clue how it stayed on the whole night, but it did, flawlessly. You then decided to text your best friend, Reina, that you were in the questionable safety of your cheap hotel room and in fact didn’t get murdered, yet.

She immediately called you and asked for the details, having witnessed you head off with the no named gentleman. Reina didn’t even know who it was, not really getting a good look herself in the lighting of the bar. Even though she was about to get married to the love of her life, her soulmate, she liked to still live the single life through you and your sexual endeavors.

And who were you to deprive your best friend? So, you droned on and on about how amazing the sex was, even in the small confines of the bathroom stall that housed your sinful actions for the night. Telling her that your first experience with a lip piercing was every bit just as wonderful as you imagined it would be. Even his skilled, ring clad, tattooed hands were able to drive you over the edge countless times before he even let you touch him. And not to even get you started on that man’s mouth that you swear made you see galaxies in your eyes. Unfortunately, that’s as far as it went, considering neither of you carried a condom on your person to go further, which you would have otherwise.

But if there’s one good thing your mother ever taught you in your shitty upbringing?

Never have sex without a condom.

Feeling yourself get flustered all over again, it’s like you could still feel the ghost of his hands and mouth on your body, your hand mindlessly trailed its way to the tattoo that adorned your hip, tracing it with your fingertips. An action that was intimately performed by your hook up of the night a few hours prior. Reina gave out her own sigh of content through the phone as if the obscene acts were performed on her own body and she was blissfully as content as you were in that moment. During her single days, believe it or not, she was worse with one night stands than you were. Which is why you’re so surprised she’s getting married in a few days. You’ll admit though, when she first met Kim Seokjin, she became a better version of herself. And he was a really good guy. They were the perfect, cringey, lovesick couple. And you couldn’t be happier for them.

That kind of relationship just wasn’t for you though. Unlike others who you know frown at your way of living, you personally thrive off of it. You consider hook ups as a way of relieving your pent up stress from life and from college. Having landed a scholarship to a pretty average university, with the help of Reina, you were able to leave your hometown and pursue something better for yourself. An option you would much rather prefer than wallowing in your own self pity. Constantly being reminded on a daily basis wherever you walked and looked of memories from a past life, or more specifically, memories that pertained a certain someone.

Completely zoning out on the phone, your best friend gave out a loud yawn and a ‘goodnight bitch’, before abruptly hanging up on you. Settling yourself underneath the blankets that held a stench of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, you closed your eyes, and instantly fell asleep from exhaustion. ‘Only two more days’ was the last thought to cross your mind before darkness took over, and the face of a long lost love embedded itself to the forefront of your dreams.

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Jungkook ducked behind one of the empty client chairs, narrowly avoiding getting pegged in the face by a stapler, courtesy of his roommate.

“Taehyung, come on man, you’re being completely unreasonable! How was I–,” he was cut off trying to avoid yet another random object being chucked at him that littered the front desk of his best friend’s tattoo parlor.

“YOU FUCKED MY SOULMATE YOU ASSHOLE!”

Jungkook let out a whimper upon hearing the voice of his best friend, Kim Taehyung, bellow at him in a menacing voice. One full of potential murder, if he was being honest.

“Technically, there wasn’t any penetration if it makes you feel better, cause we didn’t have a cond–,” this time he was successfully hit on the side of his face by a sample tattoo book customers can look through to get ideas. The hit making him fatally land on his back on the cold, hard, black and white checkered flooring that went throughout the studio.

“It doesn’t, in fact, make me feel better, Jungkook.” He glared at the male that now curled himself into a fetal position on the floor, anticipating the wailing he was going to get from the older male. He closed his eyes tightly, and waited. Until nothing happened.

Sighing in exhaustion, Taehyung lightly kicked the male on the floor with the steel toe of his boot, before starting to collect all the objects he threw in frustration and anger. Now coming to his senses since he was able to hit his mark, said mark being Jungkook’s face.

Pursing his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in careful thought as he bent over, still collecting the random items. Straightening back up, he walked back over to the front desk to set them all back accordingly. Once he was done, he looked back up to see Jungkook cradling the side of his face that got hit, sitting once again on the black couch.

Walking over to the couch himself, Taehyung joined his best friend and roommate. Facing forward with his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together and set his chin on top of them, gears still turning in his head over Jungkook’s sudden fateful encounter.

“You said she was new to town?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook remembered a little more detail about the mystery female he has yet to mention to his roommate.

“Yeah. She came along with that bachelorette group. You know, for Reina. Cause she’s getting married in two days.” Jungkook stated factually.

Taehyung just ‘hmmed’ in response. He honestly had no fucking clue who this woman could be. The only person he could think of was one he’s tried to keep out of his mind for the last ten years since he first left this town. Though he’s found, since coming back to open a studio, that even though you’re not physically there in front of him, your memory is. And he thinks the constant barrage of memories is more fatal than you could ever be.

But even knowing that he may run into you while looking for his soulmate, he was determined to find them. Maybe she’s the reason he got a spontaneous call that he should open up a tattoo parlor in the very area he once lived, or survived, more like it. Otherwise, he never would’ve came close to this life draining town to begin with.

“So, you’re soulmate, huh? How does that make you feel?” Jungkook asked, wondering if his best friend was ready to meet his soulmate, here, of all places.

“It feels–,” his forehead furrowed in thought, pointer finger coming up to his mouth subconsciously to chew on the tip of his fingernail. A nervous habit he has yet to break out of. “–I feel,” he corrected his grammar as an afterthought, “like everything just makes sense now. Why else would I come here?” He asked looking at Jungkook.

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders in response.

“Other than to get even more rich off the new location? Love, it seems. You’re one lucky fucker, you know that?” Jungkook smiled enviously.

Taehyung snorted at his friends words, but didn’t disagree. Cause he was right. He was living a life he only ever dreamt of having, growing up in the town that he did. And he’s so close to finding his soulmate, he could feel it. He inwardly cringed, wondering if the only way he was somewhat feeling his soulmates presence was because of his best friend next to him getting intimate with them, so their aura still exudes from his body. It made him glare at Jungkook with narrow eyes.

“You need to take a shower.” He stated bluntly at the male, who only frowned in confusion, lifting the collar of his leather jacket up to his face to sniff it non discreetly.

“What? Why? All I smell is my cologne mixed with that woman’s perf–,” his eyes widened comically, as he abruptly stopped his train of thought, before slowly turning his head to peek at his best friend behind his hair. Yep, he was mad, again.

Jungkook fumbled back onto his feet in the now eerily silent tattoo parlor, and realized it was his time to get the hell out of there before his best friend started throwing furniture at his face instead.

“You know what? You’re right! As always. I’m just gonna head out and take that shower now, see you later–,” Jungkook angled his body and stepped towards the door located a few steps in front of him, unlocking it he risked another glance at Taehyung still seated on the couch. But now he held a grip of a pillow that was once secured on the couch, and widened his eyes, knowing he was in position to chuck it at him. Nope, not again. Thinking quick on his feet, he bolted past the now open threshold and shut the door behind him, hearing the tall tale ‘SMACK’ of an object hitting the glass door behind him. “Bye!” He yelled outside through the door with a cheeky grin and wave, before briskly walking down the sidewalk back to his unfortunately shared apartment with Taehyung. He just needed to make it in time to lock himself in his room before Taehyung made it back home.

Taehyung fluffed the pillow, picking it up off the floor and laid it back in its spot on the couch. Placing his hands on his hips, he looked at the tattoo parlor in deep thought. His soulmate, he chuckled to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. Lifting the bottom half of his shirt up with one hand, he looked down and pulled the hem of his pants down an inch with his other and looked at the tattoo that was located on the spot just beneath where his waist band hid it perfectly. His soulmate tattoo.

An anatomically correct heart, with chains wrapped around it.

He remembers the night it was engraved into his skin in vivid detail. The clock just hitting midnight, meaning he was officially 18 and a legal adult. And just like everyone else in the world when they turned 18, he anticipated the burn that would follow shortly after. But not even textbooks, teachers, or his deadbeat parents, could properly describe the pain he felt as he laid on his lone mattress of a bed that was on the floor next to the window. His only source of light coming from the moon reflected through said window to encase his body in a magical glow he only saw in his head. Nor the relief that flooded his body as soon as it was done, and the clock read 12:01 in blaring white numbers from the digital clock precariously placed on the top of his makeshift nightstand of books, boxes and DVDs that was ready to collapse at a moment’s notice.

It only fueled the young adult with renewed determination to leave the small town. The only regret he would have, was breaking his promise and leaving you behind with it. But he needed to be set free from the cage he was living in and spread his wings. Not knowing he would soon become an Icarus that would fly too close to the sun.

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Clapping loudly, you joined the raucous cheers of excitement for the now newly wed couple, your best friend winking at you as she walked by you to head down the aisle with her husband, Jin. You followed closely behind with your partner for the wedding, the best man of the groom’s side on arm. You two leading the rest of the bridal and groom party in a path that will lead to the tent where the reception was being held for the after party.

Now it was time to let loose.

You beelined it to the free open bar for those who participated in the wedding. The perks of being the maid of honor, you thought slyly, clinking your glass with the best man’s. Both of you instantly chugging the liquor of choice in seconds, giving the glasses to the bartender to refill shortly after. Lord knows you both needed it, having to deal with the bridezilla, Reina.

Min Yoongi, said best man, gave your arm a gentle squeeze and let you know he was going to head over to congratulate the couple. You waved your hand at him in turn, silently telling him to go on without you. Right now, you just needed a breather. And you weren’t going to find that within this close body, sweat inducing, tent you were in.

Clutching the glass in your hand, you made your way to the opening of the tent, and walked out into the now fresh air of the garden that surrounded where the reception was taking place. The scent of roses wafted into your nostrils within seconds as you continued on your footpath, lifting the hem of your dress up with the other hand not holding your drink to walk in a faster pace towards your destination, the large fountain of Aphrodite.

It was extremely fitting, having the erected and perfectly posed statue of Aphrodite, the goddess of love herself, to look over and witness the vows that were spoken between two soulmate’s this evening. Giving the statue a mock salute with your glass in the air, you tilted your head back and chugged your drink.

Then, out of nowhere from behind you, you heard a voice you haven’t heard in years. Ten years, to be exact.

“Long time, no see, y/n.”

The glass slipped from your hand, palm now lined with sweat, your bodies natural reaction to the voice. The sound of it shattering on the concrete ground beneath your feet, one lone shard being flown towards your bare leg as it successfully cut into your skin, leaving a trail of blood in its wake, being the only proof that you were awake and the voice you just heard was real. It wasn’t another liquor induced dream. He was here. And he was behind you. The sole human being that made you into the woman you were today. For better and for worse.

Kim Taehyung.

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Jungkook and Taehyung effortlessly joined in with the crowd of the wedding that was being led inside, having made it just in time to watch the last few people dwindle into the ridiculously large tent. Both males locked eyes as they walked in and stood side by side.

“Okay, what did she look like?” Taehyung asked the male who was already surveying the table where the bridesmaids seemed to be located.

His eyes squinted from the spot where they stood, right by the dessert table to be exact. Jungkook playing the role of a famished guest with a big sweet tooth, apparently. Placing a square cut piece of strawberry shortcake into his mouth, he chewed it before swallowing.

“All I can remember was that she had short blonde hair, and–,” he stopped mid chew, mouth now full of what Taehyung thinks is their attempt at Hotteok, though the dessert lacks in toppings. Jungkook swallowed the dessert roughly.

“That is so dry, what a shame.” Jungkook tsked in dismay, sullen look on his face. He was ever the food critic, and very insatiable when it came to food. Which is why rather than face the critic, Taehyung opts to just call in food or they dine out to eat.

“Jungkook, focus, please. This is our only chance to find her.” Taehyung pleaded with the distracted male. Jungkook nodded at the tone of his voice and gave a meek grin.

“Actually, uh, that’s pretty much all I can remember. I wasn’t exactly sober that night, so the details kind of blur.” He sheepishly confessed with a humorless laugh.

A laugh that Taehyung gave back to his best friend before smacking him upside the back of the head and walking off, leaving the youngest to his own devices since he wasn’t going to be of much help it seems. Time to just go with his gut.

Jungkook sighed in defeat, before grabbing a stemless, chocolate covered strawberry and plopping it into his mouth. Letting out a small moan at the delicious dessert, it seemed to have caught the attention of a few females that were already staring the young male down, much to his delight. Now depicting an aura of confidence and suave, he tightened his tie as he walked towards the bridesmaids table to conduct an investigation of his own.

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Taehyung thought his luck was changing for the better when he first arrived to the wedding reception. But now having wandered through the tent, not one woman he’s locked eyes with has made him feel any kind of connection, nor do they have the short, blonde hair that Jungkook remembers. Looks like his luck was running out.

With a roll of his neck, he decides to walk out of the tent and immediately sees the tail end of a matching bridesmaid’s dress go behind a tall, green, manicured bush that littered the garden he was currently standing in. Odd, he thought. Now only trusting his gut, it was telling him that he needed to follow that material he saw floating gracefully in the light wind. So, that’s what he did.

Turning the corner, he stopped in the open pathway that led to the giant fountain to see the open backed, matching bridesmaid dress on a figure of a woman he has yet to see at this party until now. The figure of the woman being the one female he was hoping to never cross paths with this evening to avoid an awkward confrontation that now seemed inevitable. Looks like fate had other plans, he thought wryly.

But unlike the coward he was back then, he chose to stay and acknowledge the woman. Something he should’ve done a long time ago, if he was being honest with himself. Hands shoved into his pockets, he walked closer to the woman before stopping a few yards away, poised in a position that made him feel more confident then he sounded. And he spoke.

Your reaction made him flinch, the sound of the glass shattering in an echo around him. His hands came out of his pockets as he reflexively started to walk towards you to see if you were okay.

“Motherfucker–“ you hissed underneath your breath, feeling the slight sting of pain the lone shard created. Turning to sit on the wide, thick, stone that surrounded the statue and encased the clear, blue water inside of its prison, you bent over to inspect the wound, not even acknowledging the male in front of you.

Not even when he stepped closer to kneel down in his expensive looking white dress pants that you’re sure are going to have specks of dirt on them now. His shiny dress shoes looking equally as high end, which meant whatever suit he was wearing was definitely not something from the thrift store you always frequented to find the knock off versions of expensive brands.

“Still haven’t changed, have you?” He asked you in a bleak tone of voice. You not even realizing that you voiced your supposed inner thoughts out loud for him to hear. Oops.

Deeming the cut non life threatening, you sat up straight to look Taehyung in his eyes for the first time in ten years. A feat you would applaud yourself in the safety of your hotel room later for having the courage to do.

“Kim Taehyung! Would you look at you!” You gestured to his body with mock enthusiasm, making the male stand back up with a roll of his eyes as he settled his hands back into the pockets of his dress pants, resuming the same position he was in a moment ago, but more lax.

A slight buzz could be felt with the male, his body seemingly pulsating in waves when he looked you in the eyes, but he chocked it up to the few glasses of alcohol he treated himself to during his search of finding his soulmate. Sighing out loud, he decided to be the bigger person between you both.

“How have you been, y/n?” His eyes not so subtly wandering up and down your body to see just how much you’ve changed over the years since he last saw you. And man, did you blossom. It nearly made him choke up on his words when he saw your older, more mature, yet still beautiful face and body in all its glory. Your long, brunette, hair flowed freely in the wind, just like your dress. At least one thing was for sure, you definitely weren’t his soulmate, and he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or mildly disappointed with that fact. The slight disappointment hitting him in a way that made his heart drop in his stomach.

“Just peachy keen, as always.” You said in reply, using your signature phrase that made the corner of his lip quirk up in an almost smile without his doing. “Not that you actually care how I’m doing, but I’ll humor you nonetheless, to make you feel better about ditching me.”

The statement made his heart turn cold, and his body hot at the same time. Still had the same blunt personality as well it seems. Some things really never change, he thought with mirth.

Shaking his head in feigned amusement, he plastered a fake smile onto his face.

“When are you going to grow up, y/n? It’s been years, yes! And you’re still holding the same childish grudge?” He said in a patronizing tone and scoffed in disappointment.

“It wasn’t childish to me! You were all I had left in this shitty town and just like everyone else, you left me behind!” You retaliated in a scathing tone, voice raising in pitch at the anger you’ve held in for so long that wanted to come out.

“You can’t tell me that if the same opportunity arose for you, you wouldn’t of taken it, y/n!” His hand flew out of his pocket to point a condescending finger at your face, his voice, unlike yours, lowering in tone as his patience wore thin with your accusations.

Smacking his finger away with the back of your hand you stepped into his face and leaned in until your noses were almost touching. Lowering your voice, you whispered truthfully and eerily calm.

“You’re right. I would’ve taken the opportunity to leave this shitty town with all of its equally as shitty people, but you want to know the difference between us, Taehyung?” You spat his name vehemently.

“Unlike you,” you poked at his chest with every word that fell from your lips, causing the males facial expression to shift of one of anger, to one of pure sadness and regret.

“I would’ve taken you with me. Not leave you behind.”

With that final statement, and tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you brushed rather harshly against his shoulder and walked past him down the open pathway back towards the tent. Your eyes growing wide as you saw the same male that you hooked up with at the bar walk in the same direction you were leaving. His eyes widened even larger as soon as he saw you. Opening his mouth, he went to address you, when you chose to duck your head down and briskly walk past him instead, not giving him the chance to talk with you.

As good as a fuck he was, you were for once, not in the mood.

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Jungkook did nothing but stare at your bare back with a look of astonishment on his face. He gave up a long time ago with trying to find you, that he resorted to looking for his male companion instead. Having asked around, describing the unique suit his best friend was wearing tonight, it was a couple that pointed him in the direction he just witnessed you leave. A sobering fact coming to mind when he remembered your face. A face he could never forget, witnessing more than once how it looked like all blissed out from the sexual acts he performed on your writhing body. One that was attached to a head with now long, brunette hair. What the fuck? How drunk was he that night?

Muttering ‘what the fuck’ under his breath as he marched on, the dire need to tell his friend this newfound fact made him walk quicker to see if Taehyung truly was over here, cause if so, then there was no way he didn’t see you.

Taehyung was still in the same place you left him, his feet feeling like lead weights not allowing him to move. It even looked as if the statue of Aphrodite was staring down at the oblivious male with one of pity and disdain. How could he have been so stupid?

Clutching the sides of his hair in frustration, he let out a loud ‘FUCK’ into the night air, stars twinkling around him as if they were laughing at his misfortune.

Jungkook stilled in his footpath towards the male, and looked at him in confusion and worry. Completely forgetting the main cause in wanting to find the male in the first place, he instead asked Taehyung a question.

“Everything alright, bro?” It felt like a loaded question, one that was going to come back to shoot him in the foot. He was right.

The male in question pivoted so fast it made him lightheaded, before he directed his frustration at himself to his unsuspecting victim.

“Does it fucking look like I’m alright, bro?” He questioned back at Jungkook, emphasizing on the once endearing phrase of their bromance.

Jungkook flinched back at the cold way he was being treated, seemingly out of nowhere, which to him, it was. Not letting it get to him, he tried asking again, albeit taking a different, less reserved approach.

“Okay, asshole. No need to take your anger out on me. I get it.” He shrugged his shoulders in indifference. “Just came to find you and let you know that I found the woman from the bar.” He stated casually and didn’t offer any other information on the matter, using it as leverage to hang above the prick he called his best friend.

Taehyung just stared at him with a look of impatience, waiting for him to continue on with his findings, something that Jungkook would fail to give him until he asked him nicely. It was only fair. But unfortunately for the youngest male, it wouldn’t come anytime soon. Cause not even a moment later, Taehyung reached his boiling point for the day on everything going wrong. And he finally snapped.

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You walked out of the ladies room in complete new attire, thanking your past self for bringing a bag of extra clothes and shoes to change into once you deemed yourself done with the after party. The white converse on your aching feet feeling like a foot massage at this point with every step you took. Having already bid your now married best friend and her husband a good night and even better honeymoon, accompanied by a cheeky wink by you, it was time to leave the now incredibly humid tent. Shifting the strap of the duffel bag you were carrying into a better position on your shoulder that housed your previous clothes and makeup just incase you needed a touch up, you were not prepared for the scene in front of you as pressed on past the flap of the tent that led to the outside world.

It was Taehyung and ‘thick thighs’, a nickname you came up with to call the no named male, walking side by side. Both males were showing some kind of injury on their once flawless skin. Taehyung had a bruise forming around his lower jawline, close to his lips. And Jungkook had what looked to be a busted lip with the way it was bleeding, though the male didn’t seem to think it was all that serious. In fact, both males that adorned the same injury of bruised knuckles were laughing and smiling at each other. What in the actual fuck were they on? Was someone supplying recreational drugs at this party or what? And why didn’t you know about it if they were?

Still staring at the two males with a look of confusion, a question lingered in the back of your mind. Did they know each other? And why were they both here of all places in the world, at your best friend’s wedding, wearing equally as expensive looking suits? It wasn’t until Jungkook locked eyes with you for the second time that night, did you finally decide to enact your flight or fight response. And, considering it looks as if they just got out of a fight themselves, you rationally chose the flight response, cause you’re a nice person and all.

But Jungkook was determined this time, if the sudden way he bent down on his knees as if getting in a running starter position was any consolation when he saw your body shift in a way he just knows you were about to book it yourself. Is this dude for real? You thought in shock. He wasn’t actually going to chase you was he? Just as the question hit your brain, he bolted in your direction heading straight towards you. Oh hell no.

Taehyung was none the wiser when it came to his best friend’s sudden change in demeanor, them laughing at each other over the fight they just got into, though at the time it wasn’t funny at all. Taehyung just needing a release from his blind anger, which Jungkook ultimately understood in the end after getting in a punch of his own, but suggested next time to invest in a punching bag instead of his face, the former male agreeing wholeheartedly.

So when Jungkook looked like he was ready to sprint, he went to ask why. But was effectively cut off when he bolted as if he was running in the Olympics. Looking at the direction in which his best friend was going, he then locked eyes with your widening ones. Eyes shifting between his best friend and you a few times, was when the connection in his brain finally occurred, remembering what the male told him after the fight they had.

Then - 15 minutes prior

Both still breathing heavily, slouched next to each other, leaning back against the thick short wall of the fountain, Jungkook decided it was time to let his friend know his findings. He only hoped it wasn’t too late, and you didn’t leave the party yet to give them time to find you.

Patting his busted open lip with a wince, he cautiously licked his lip, immediately tasting blood that he spat out on the concrete floor next to him. Then he turned his attention towards his best friend.

“So, the woman from the bar right?” He started casually, as if they didn’t just get done with beating each other to a pulp. “You’re not going to believe this but I found her! And you want to know a fun fact about her?” He questioned the male whose attention was effectively caught as soon as the mention of his soulmate came up for the topic of conversation.

Nodding his head cautiously, Taehyung wondered what the fun fact was.

“She apparently doesn’t have short, blonde hair! It must’ve been a wig or something she was wearing that night–,” he shrugged his shoulders, “cause when I saw her not even 10 minutes ago, her hair was completely different!” His eyes widened comically, just as they did when he first saw you earlier.

“And guess what? She actually has long, brunette hair!” Jungkook enthusiastically finished telling his findings with a flourish of his arms. The information made the male next to him give out a snort of amusement as he proceeded to ask the main question that he’s sure Jungkook should know by now and make this night a hell of a lot easier to find you. Your name.

When he asked the question, Jungkook’s reaction made him hang his head in bitter disbelief. Guess he gave the male too much credit. Sighing loudly, they both helped each other up off the cold floor and started walking back towards the tent. Where they would now be looking for a different version of you than when they first crashed the wedding.

Now

Taehyung looked at you with a face you’ve never seen before. It made you freaked out, but not as freaked out as the male that was charging straight for you still. Your body was supposed to be running away, but seeing the look on Taehyung’s face made your body feel weighted down with an overwhelming need of staying still and letting the male catch you. And for once, you listened to your body.

Jungkook’s momentum came to a slow jog as he saw your body language shift to one of compliance and acceptance. Which made him wonder exactly why you suddenly chose to let him get near you. As he stopped in front of you, panting lightly, he realized that not once have you looked at him, but rather at something behind him.

Turning his body sideways to still keep you within his peripheral incase you did decide to try and escape, he was also able to see what caught your attention in a vice with the wide area of view his new position offered him. The only viable option being Taehyung. Whom he realized stood in the same exact spot he left him at prior to running, the male staring at you with a look on his face he doesn’t think he’s ever quite witnessed himself in all the years he’s known him, having met shortly after he arrived in his town of Seoul.

Not wanting to repeat his mistakes for a third time, however, he pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind to ask you a very simple, yet very important question.

“For all that is holy, what is your name?” Jungkook asked you in a desperate, yet pleading tone.

Not looking at him you replied.

“My name is y/n, y/n y/l/n.” It was all you offered, but it was enough.

Cupping his hands around his mouth to make sure that his best friend hears what he’s about to relay clearly, he shouted your name into the night air along with a well known fact to everyone but the two fated soulmate’s.

“Yo, Taehyung! Your soulmate’s name is y/n!”

The sentence made you immediately turn towards the male next you to with a shaky inhale. Your voice was so quiet, you didn’t think he would be able to hear what you said to him.

“What the fuck did you just say, thick thighs?” The nickname leaving your lips without shame, you addressed him with slight fear in your voice. What he said wasn’t true, right? It can’t be true. You would’ve known. He would’ve told–

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization.

Taehyung may have turned 18, but he left the same day, your friendship effectively being cut off before you could even properly ask what his soulmate tattoo was of. The shaky inhale, turned into many, as you started to become short of breath, making the male next to you give you a look of concern. His still large, tattooed, ring clad hands you were intimately aware of held out in a way of wanting to help you, but not knowing how.

With your attention off of Taehyung, you cut off the locked gaze you held with him. Which made Taehyung come back to his senses enough to know you needed his help when he heard your gasps for breath from where he was standing. But even as he briskly walked towards you, it was his best friend’s voice that still rung in his ears like a song you can’t get out of your head. His mind doubting was his heart was telling him, were you actually his–

He couldn’t even say it in his own head, how the hell was he supposed to acknowledge it out loud, in front of you?

Now standing in front of you, Taehyung immediately shuffled off the duffel bag you were carrying from your shoulder and set it on the ground next to you. Resting his hands on your shoulders, ducking his head to make you look into his eyes to watch him evenly take big breaths and let them out, he waited until your chest stopped moving so erratically. And even then, he still continued with the breathing ministrations until you were able to verbally tell him you were fine.

“I’m fine, Tae. I’m fine.” You reassured him with a small smile. “I just need–,” you didn’t bother explaining as you walked to the bench that was located not too far from where you all were standing. Sitting down on the bench, your hands clutched your knees as you closed your eyes to listen to the world around you in an attempt to fully ground yourself.

Taehyung went to pick up your duffel bag and follow you, until Jungkook gently swatted his hands away and picked it up himself, silently gesturing with his head towards you. Taehyung gave him a nod in thanks, as Jungkook left him to head back inside the tent. Probably to engorge himself with the dessert table again, and any single women that still remained.

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Cautiously, he sat down on the unoccupied space next to you, making sure to leave a comforting gap between you both. He went to just rip off the metaphorical bandaid, but it was you who beat him to it.

“Can I see your tattoo?” You asked meekly, opening your eyes to stare at the ground, the complete opposite to how your personality is.

He didn’t reply. Standing back up, he untucked his dress shirt from his pants and loosened his belt buckle. Lifting the bottom half of his shirt up, he used his other hand to bend the waistband of his dress pants enough to show you his soulmate tattoo he received the same day he let you go. A decision he would always kick himself for doing. The regret that showed on his face as he showed you the tattoo made your eyes well up with unshed tears.

Standing up to join him, you mimicked his actions. Lifting the bottom of your own shirt up, you then used your free hand to bend down the waistband of your faded, worn out, denim jeans to show your exact replica of his tattoo that was even located in the same area.

So, it was true, you both thought at the same time. You were soulmates.

Taehyung stared at your tattoo while saying his next words. The coward in him that was disgusted with his young selfs actions, refusing to let him have the privilege into looking into your eyes knowing he doesn’t deserve what he’s about to ask, but he’ll try anyways.

“Y/N, I am so–,” his voice choked up, making him let out a humorless watery chuckle, his emotions now starting to get the best of him, ” so sorry. I know I’m a complete fuck up. A downright idiot, if I’m being honest, for leaving you all by yourself in a time you needed me the most. And I know I don’t deserve a second chance at being in your presence, let alone to stand next to you and be your friend. But I promise–,” regaining his courage with a newfound determination in his eyes, he grabbed your hands that were just as sweaty as his were which made him smile inwardly knowing he wasn’t alone in his feelings, as he made you a solemn promise that he meant with his entire being. “That I will spend the rest of my days trying to prove to you that I do selfishly deserve to be your friend and your soulmate, if you’ll give me the honor to ever reach either of those milestones. I’m deeply sorry it took me ten years to realize that I do love you, y/n. I do.” He whispered the last few words of his speech for only you to hear, hoping it’ll make some kind of difference in your decision. Not knowing he was about to be sorely, and rightfully, disappointed.

You stared at him, searching his eyes for any hint of him being dishonest with you and playing some cruel joke. Surprisingly, you didn’t find any. Your heart was overjoyed with the weight of his words, but your mind was telling you that even though you’re soulmates, it doesn’t mean you need to forgive him so easily. And you were one stubborn bitch. That’ll never change. But you have a feeling he’s already expecting that kind of answer from you, having known you for so long. And also came the fact that you were petty, which is why you recited to him the same words he said to you all those years ago to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“But I’m not in love with you, Taehyung.”

You recited the words perfectly, the only difference is you said them with less confidence, and less conviction than he so heartlessly did with you all those years ago. Truthfully, as dumb as it was, you were still in love with him. But you were old enough now to realize that sometimes that fact alone wasn’t enough. Soulmates or not. If he wanted you, he was going to have to work his ass off.

The way his face crumpled into one of pure sadness as he bit his lip to keep from letting out a sob, made you almost regret saying the same heart piercing words. Your own heart feeling heavy as well. But you steeled your resolve as you slowly pulled your hands out of his. The action alone causing tears to flow down his cheeks freely.

“However, that doesn’t mean there’s still not a chance that I could fall in love with you, again.” You emphasized on the word again, this time making sure to give him a reassuring heartfelt smile on your face so he understood it could happen with time. That there was a possibility for love, for hope, for a future together, if you both worked hard to ensure it.

“And also, I have one more condition before we truly give this a shot.” You poked at his chest, this time playfully, causing him to actually give out a watery chuckle with a now grateful smile on his face.

“Okay.” His deep, baritone, voice said in resolve.

Choosing to clutch onto the lapels of his blazer he was wearing, you brought him flush against the front of your body, a noise making its way out of his mouth not expecting the sudden change in position. His hands instantly went to rest on your waist, eyes widening as his mouth hung slightly open in shock. Damn, if he didn’t find the dominant side of you insanely sexy. He couldn’t wait to explore that part of you in the future.

“You are not allowed to leave me behind, ever.” You narrowed your eyes in what you thought would be an intimidating manner, but he only saw it as cute. Something he would later tell you, much to your dismay.

“Deal.” He agreed not even a split second later, barely giving you time to finish what you were saying. He would’ve agreed to anything though, if it meant a legitimate chance with you.

“Can I kiss you now? I really want to kiss you.” He asked breathlessly. His body being in close proximity to yours made his heart start beating so much, he thought it was going to burst out of his chest if he couldn’t release at least a little bit of what his soulmate bond wanted from you. And, what he wanted to do as well, soulmate bond be damned.

Grinning cheekily at his obvious signs of being turned on by your demanding side, don’t think you didn’t notice, you were about to tease him more when he leaned down and closed the distance between you without a second thought. Lips molding together in perfect harmony, you decided to give in to the kiss, hands sliding up his blazer to now grab onto the back of his hair, giving it a slight tug. He groaned into your mouth in response, enjoying it fully. Yet another thing you would keep locked in your mind for later sexual activities. His own hands started to dip lower in retaliation, coming to cup the underside of your ass to bring you impossibly closer.

A loud whooping and clapping from behind you both is what broke you out of your heated make out session, probably for the better. You didn’t want to give in to him so easily. Even though you desperately wanted nothing more than to take him back to your dingy hotel room to see how capable his mouth and hands were compared to his friend’s.

You both turned in your strong hold’s on each other to roll your eyes in sync at the youngest onlooker’s reactions. Jungkook only giving you both a shit eating grin in response, a sly comment on the tip of his tongue, when a woman walked out to stand next to him and grab his arm. She was pretty, and she told you her name once, but that was about it. Good for her, though. She was in for a good time, you smirked inwardly. They walked off together after Jungkook gave a signal to Taehyung not to come back home for the night. A signal he grimaced at before turning to ask you if he could stay with you tonight, no funny business, he promised. Not wanting to overstep too soon in your friendship? Relationship? He wasn’t sure what to call it, but he didn’t care.

“Yeah, you can stay with me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get a wink of sleep tonight. She is going to be a loud one, for sure.” He gave you a look of mock disgust at your insinuation, but knew you weren’t wrong, she did look like a screamer. “Least, I know I was barely able to keep quiet with him.” You smirked at him, before patting his chest playfully, successfully pulling yourself away from him to head back to the tent to grab your duffel bag Jungkook said he left with one of the bridesmaids.

His eyes narrowed at your back, fully understanding what you were telling him. Jungkook having given him the explicit details himself when he came back to his tattoo parlor that same night you guys hooked up, but it didn’t make him any less angry and jealous.

Running after you, you looked back to see him gaining on your form and squealed in laughter as he scooped you up around your waist to spin you both around. A look of pure joy and love could be seen on both of your faces as passerbys and onlookers watched you both, some with smiles, others with disgust at the unwarranted public display of affection. Only one thought in their head.

Oh yeah, they thought collectively.

They’re definitely soulmates.

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I feel rly weird around ppl w "maps dni" bc it just rubs me the wrong way that ppl equate others w those feelings to having committed an actual crime or done something otherwise bad for existing. It's like "bpd dni" or "intrusive thought havers dni" its all just thoughts i block people who make me uncomfortable thats it.

like its not my business what ppl r thinking yk. idc. also ive seen interviews n maps genuinely dont care/want to "invade the queer community" they know its a different thing ok. the fight to treat people like people is universal but the fight to do so for people whose thoughts you detest is closer to advocacy for unpalatable mental illness and general freedom to exist with badwrong thoughts than it is advocacy to be in a relationship with someone who can actually consent to you regardless of gender. Like. they know. everyone knows and if u think that would ever be a thing,, it wouldn't. the same way that groups for abortion rights are not the same groups you go to for idk trauma support.

obv sometimes its better not to post certain things even if its harmless text ppl will dogpile u and accuse u of things bc someone got triggered. but sue me if i dont think its a crime for ppl w badwrong attractions to exist and i think its weird that others think it is.

like im a sadist i know how this shit goes intimately. "killing and torturing people is bad." "yes." "you're a bad person and deserve to be hurt for it." "but i didn't kill or torture anyone and don't really plan on it?" "you're evil for even thinking or feeling it. you still deserve to be punished." "but i didn't DO.. ANYTHING??" "weirdo murder fetishizer is triggered lol xd get hit by a truck" "..." "ur disgusting and evil and you should kys for having badwrong thoughts." "but i'm not doing anything wrong." "idc ur a gross evil monster" "i have a feeling this isnt getting anywhere. bye."

^it's like y'all reach argument bedrock the moment someone drops the idea that you CAN HAVE "badwrong" thoughts and feelings that would be unethical to act on irl without acting on them or being a bad person by the simple sin of thinking them. this is puritan nonsense. all of you have thought "sinful" thoughts. all of you have wanted to do things that would be cruel or dangerous; because if you have a brain that just Happens, whatever the nature of the thought. If you want to yell at your kid that's fine, they're annoying you and you have every right to feel that way. If you actually yell at your kid you are hurting them and that's not OK. You want to go harass someone online because they said something stupid? Fine. You actually go and do that? Bad. how hard is this to understand. am i speaking alien.

also if u punch people and go to therapy for it you are not going with the goal of stopping this desire to punch people. you are going with the goal of finding ways to vent this feeling that dont hurt anyone and figuring out the root cause of it with your therapist to better understand how you can work together to prevent this from happening.

#pro para #thought crime #badwrong thoughts #thoughts are not actions #idk if u think someone can be evil or a criminal for having thoughts n feelings #how long before u turn on me and say the same thing for different thoughts n feelings #i dont trust people like that i dont like that #have u ever wondered why verbal/physical/sexual abuse are all real terms but thought abuse isn't #its because thoughts cannot abuse you #that's because thoughts exist outside reality and thinking something does not make it happen #it would be cool if people had telekenesis but i digress people DONT #i wonder what ppl expect when they say go to therapy for ppl theyve convicted in the court of fools as thoughtcrimers #like conversion therapy or? #because a good therapist if u come to them w thoughts ur guilty ab will ask you first 'who is this hurting' #and if the answer is no one or 'just me' the solution is to work on the guilt complex and understand that ur thoughts arent actions #literally the solution is to realize this basic thing #a therapist cannot and should not try to make you 'normal' #thats not what therapy is for #therapists want to make a plan with you as to how to deal with your thoughts and feelings in ways that work best for you without hurting you #or anyone else #you dont fight depression by trying to convince someone theyre wrong and their life isnt bad enough to end it #you fight depression by giving someone the tools and a plan to protect themselves from the thoughts and feelings that distress them #and by helping them accept themselves and fix anything in life thats bothering them #but you don't deal with trauma by telling someone they shouldnt feel like that and you dont deal w anything else like that either #idk point is #u dont go to therapy to be fixed u go to therapy to find out how to live a happier and healthier life #any therapist who claims they can fix whatever you think is wrong with you you should run far far away from #the point of therapy for people w paraphilias is to figure out how to cope and minimize any risk to the person or anyone around them #if its affecting day to day life