Jacob Elordi - Blog Posts
the way i want both these men to degrade me
wtf why r they so fine
me with the guy i told everyone i hated
If they do decide to remake an American psycho movie I do not think it should be Nicholas Chavez or Jacob elordi. I think those options are ass ngl. But pls pls pls cast Cory Micheal Smith. If u saw Saturday night yk he can do the voice. AND if u watch Gotham he is very good at play a psycho and he is very versatile so i think he could make to where his demeanor matches Patrick’s. He always talks about spending so much time and research into his characters and I think if they are gonna cast somebody this is what needs to happen. HE IS PATRICK BATEMAN LIKE WHAT.
I fall in love with any fictional or celebrity man as soon as I see an edit of them I fear
When did this happen?!
I spit my drink out
bible on your tattoo
I am so completely taken by venetia, i think she is everything. She went through so much and i feel like we dont talk abt it enough.
The entire movie we re aware that she is battling anorexia and when she finally thought she found someone who could accept her as she was and someone who would love the more “disgusting” parts of her she was betrayed and let down and left alone in the cold.
Then theres the whole Henries thing, where everyone especially Elspeth, just sweep under the rug the fact that she would get touched or full on assaulted by them and elspeth just makes a silly quip “we can sit you next to oliver he ll molest you” and we just move on like its nothing.
And her final monologue is packed with so much pain and courage. Shes outwardly calling out oliver, shes putting a mirror up to his face and showing him what he is and that shes figured him out, as he stands there dumbfounded trying to get out of it.
And her death was so undeserving. We can see blood not only in the tub but also on the floor. Maybe showing that she regretted it and tried to get out to call for help but no one came and so she died alone knowing who put those blades there knowing she was betrayed and used in Olivers scheme to get to felix.
I just think Venetia Catton is brilliant.
"Why is Jacob Elordi hot?" It’s his height obviously. Huddled masses mistake him for the Statue of Liberty.
okay i’m gonna say it:
whoever wrote saltburn definitely read a dark steddie fanfiction and ran with it.
(like jacob elordi gives fanon steve cmon)
No cause #Saltburn😅😅😅😂
Justice for "Poor Dear" Pamela
She had like 5 minutes of screentime and ate everybody up
Francis you would have loved Jacob Elordi
My biggest flex ? Using Saltburn and quotes Jacob Elordi in my french essay 🫡
Would let him make me Juno any time any day
transactional
felix × anora
song: bathroom by montell fish
movie: saltburn + anora
i don't know why but i have this imagination of a what if. like what if when felix was partying in a club, anora met him instead of vanya then fun happened between them and felix grew to like her. i just knew he would like anora, cause who wouldn't like her? she's beautiful, she's great, a queen, she could stand up for herself and could definitely fire back whenever she's in an unfair position. and her job is no joke, i'm not even gonna romanticize that or anything. and felix— who doesn't like felix? like it's hard to love felix.
i could just imagine the level of upgrade she would get if she only married or at least got into a relationship with fel instead. like, the man has taste. he has common sense, he has a heart, he's responsible, he has brains, he's educated, his peers are decent, his home is fantastic, he could handle himself, he's rich, matured at the very least and his family adores him.
the cattons, though has their own types of nuts in their back pockets, would surely accept her and let her in. not why not, but cause of this idea that if felix is happy and trusts anora, then okay. sure, there'll be some tight spots and daddy might scrutinize her by her career and farleigh might poke around and test what kind is she but mostly, they won't mind. and i would love to see venetia do some shopping and salon with ani, ani having some chat and gossip session over champagne with elspeth in gown, and anora have some argument with farleigh cause they're both divas at their own right and they might have bits of common ground? cause farleigh is also from the lower class working his way up and keeping stations in saltburn.
for me, or the one perched on my left shoulder, someone like (but not exactly) felix would definitely treat her better than just the girl who likes pole but as the person she is. felix judges and befriends people by their character, like what happened to him and oliver— aww, poor ollie, am gon' be his friend huhu— but anora isn't like that. she's honest, she's open, she don't accept pity or shits and just be herself; and she do what she has to do while also hoping that someday, she'll get her star and fly away far from the strip club and live a life she deserves.
so, even if it might be transactional at first between anora and felix, i feel like the feelings fel paid for will eventually come true. and they'll be perfect for each other. cinderella and prince charming in a place called saltburn. but, well, ollie oil unfortunately exists— at the end, we accept the love we thought we deserve.
!Spoilers below!
Saltburn
(2023)
daisy edgar jones & jacob elordi at the 2024 international film festival
mmmm need him bad! like its not even a joke anymore.
olivia can't handle all that
— SO HIGH, BREATHE ON ME
written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , nate jacobs 𝔁 f! reader | wc 3000+
summary. after the heated argument between maddy and nate in the hot tub, on her birthday, you needed to have a smoke break. assuming nate left you ran into the bathroom with him in there. the situation that occurred before irking him, tension was thick, speeding up your heartbeat. he put it on himself to relieve your stress.
labels. manipulative nate, nate is obsessed with you. oblivious shy reader, hyper feminine reader, slight intoxicated reader. sexually repressed nate & reader. use of y/n.
additional tags. handjob, vaginal fingering, slight boobplay, male ejaculation, squirting
warnings. tension, manipulation, suggestive themes, emotional intensity, smoking, strong language. VIEWER DISCRESTION IS ADVISED
‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. based on season two, episode four. this idea came up after the official announcement of season 3. im extremely sorry for delaying this for absolutely no reason.
the night was suffocating, the air heavy with chlorine, sweat, and the lingering scent of cheap body spray. maddy’s birthday party was nothing short of a disaster, and you needed a break — needed to get away from the chaos, the screaming match that erupted in the hot tub, nate’s deep voice cutting through the night like a blade.
you felt secondhand embarrassment for maddy, but also for yourself. sitting there, pretending not to be affected, pretending like you didn’t feel the tension radiating off nate in waves. your heart pounded every time his voice raised, every time his jaw clenched. it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, unable to look away.
so you did what you always did when the pressure got to be too much — you slipped away, a pre - roll case in hand, heading toward the upstairs bathroom. nobody really came up here, and the balcony attached to the room made for the perfect hiding spot.
pushing the door open, you barely had time to react before you realized someone was already in there.
nate.
he was standing in front of the mirror, hands gripping the sink so hard his knuckles were white. his reflection stared back at him with that unreadable expression, eyes dark, jaw tight, muscles tensed beneath his damp shirt. he looked like he was trying to keep himself from breaking something.
your breath hitched, fingers tightening around your personalized pre- roll case. ❝ i — i didn’t know anyone was in here. ❞
goosebumps littered your body as drops of chlorine rolled down your skin from your bathing suit.
he didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge your presence at first. just let out a slow, controlled exhale before finally turning his head toward you, eyes dragging over your frame like a slow burn.
❝ you smoke? ❞ his voice was quieter now, rough, still laced with irritation from earlier.
you nodded, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. ❝ a little, yeah… ❞
his lips twitched, like he wanted to smirk but couldn’t quite bring himself to. instead, he pushed off the sink and took a step toward you, then another, until he was too close, until the scent of his cologne mixed with chlorine made your head spin.
❝ and you need to clear your head now? ❞
your throat felt tight. ❝ yeah. ❞
he hummed, eyes scanning your face, lingering on your lips before flickering back up. he wasn’t touching you, but you felt it anyway — the weight of his presence pressing against you, making your knees weak.
he was eyefucking you.
❝ guess you’re not as innocent as you look, ❞ he murmured, voice dipping lower, almost taunting.
your stomach flipped. nate always did this — talked to you like he knew something you didn’t, like he could see through you, past the sweet smiles and shy glances.
you swallowed hard, glancing away. ❝ everyone has their vices. ❞
his chuckle was dark, humorless. ❝ yeah. ❞
silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. you weren’t sure why you weren’t leaving, why your feet stayed planted even as your brain screamed at you to move.
maybe it was the way he was looking at you.
maybe it was the way you wanted him to.
he reached out then, slow and deliberate, plucking the case from your fingers. he turned it over in his hand, studying it, before pulling one out and tucking it between his lips.
❝ you got a light? ❞
you hesitated, then pulled a lighter from your purse, flipping it open with shaky fingers. he leaned in, lips brushing the tip of the joint, eyes locked on yours.
heat rises in your cheeks, your voluminous eyelashes fluttering as the tried to get you to blink.
the flame flickered to life, catching the end, and for a moment, you swore your fingers grazed his jaw — just barely, just enough to feel the heat of his skin.
he inhaled deeply, then pulled back, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before holding the joint out to you.
you hesitated, then took it, placing it between your lips, decorated with your lip combo. your sparkly lipgloss illuminating under the iridescent light. tasting the remains of him on the tips of the rolling paper.
his eyes darkened.
❝ y’know, ❞ he said, voice lazy, edged with something dangerous, ❝ you’re kinda cute when you’re nervous. ❞
❝ you smell great too. ❞
your heart stuttered. ❝ i — i’m not — ❞ completely ignoring the compliment.
❝ yeah, you are. ❞
he moved closer again, until your back was against the door, until his fingers were ghosting over your wrist, barely touching but enough to make your skin tingle.
❝ nate — ❞
❝ what? ❞
your breath hitched. you didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to the way he was looking at you — like he was sizing you up, figuring out how much space you’d let him take before you’d finally push back.
but you didn’t push back.
and he knew that.
his hand brushed your waist, slow, calculated, fingertips pressing just enough to make you shiver.
❝ i - i just needed a smoke, ❞ you whispered, voice barely audible.
he smirked then, finally, tilting his head.
❝ yeah? ❞
his hand trailed higher, thumb brushing against the hem of your top, teasing, like he was testing the waters.
❝ then why aren’t you stopping me? ❞
your pulse was pounding, heat spreading up your neck.
you didn’t have an answer.
because he was right.
because you didn’t want to.
nate’s brows knit for a moment, as if contemplating something.
❝ i’d like to try something that might help. ❞
that alone would’ve made you run out of the bathroom and just go home. from him of course.
but that didn’t explain why your heart was racing.
he grabbed you without warning, and you sucked in a breath, surprised. you covered it by clearing your throat, looking away. something nerve racking had crawled its way up into your chest. something that made your stomach twist.
you weren’t uncomfortable, you were simply nervous.
nate hummed quietly, as he positioned you. your back resting against his damp shirt. it was a wet but warm yet overly sensory feeling.
he began tracing your swim bralette. long fingers passing over the straps, the ribbon tied in the sides that prevented you flashing your tits in front of him. he cupped them in his hands and groped them.
you let out a gasp. your eyes instantly shutting as you placed your delicate hand on his right one. gripping it tight, but not to tight for him to stop caressing.
your fresh new set of nails on top of his finger joints itself got you aroused.
with less pressure, he repeated the same motion to soothe out the tension.
❝ feels good? ❞ he asks in a soft chuckle.
you nodded, not necessarily trusting your voice since it’d betrayed you not more than a moment ago. nate was more attentive than he expected, the immediate concern followed by quick correction. he was highly focused, his slightly chewed bottom lip flushed slightly from the pressure between his teeth, his brows furrowed slightly as he navigated around your boobs.
it was nice, the effort and care.
now you had a fairy clear idea of why your heart was racing so fast.
you were getting horny.
nates’s posture became rigid. but he smirked.
❝ can i go further? ❞
❝ i d-don’t know.. i just don’t you to feel like you have to. ❞
nate had zero reason to refuse. he did kinda want this. he very much would like those hands back on your sexy skin.
nate made his way back towards you, heart nearly beating out of his chest.
but you didn’t and wouldn’t ever know he felt that way.
nate quickly shifted into gear, hands confident in their movements as they fell on your body again. unsure what to do with your own, you kept your hands pressed against either side of yourself .
you focused on your breathing, as it’d started to become labored and quick as nate worked to unfasten your top . when undone and dropped to the ground, nate reached your hardened nipples.
you let our another gasp, one of pleasure.
❝ y/n relax. ❞ nate said, pulling you out of your head immediately. he retracted his hands. “❝ we don’t have to do this. ❞
❝ n-no! i want to! im trying to relax... ❞
nate’s gaze flickered between a few things, your eyes and clearly not relaxed face, to your bare chest, up up to your face before landing her lips. your heart heart skipped a beat.
❝ would it help if i kissed you? ❞
right. most people would have kissed before engaging in any activity even remotely similar to this. that might help.
even if that was with nate, too.
you trusted nate. atleast in the heat of the moment.
❝ i think so, ❞ you replied in what wasn’t meant to be a whisper, but your breathlessness barely carried the words. you swore you saw his breath hitch. with a short, half assed nod, nate shuffled closer. the position was a little awkward.
there was a pause till nate pressed his hand behind your back while the other locked the door. leading you to the toilet as he sat.
seemingly realizing it too, you shifted. you moved with slightly less certainty as before into nate’s lap. with a knee on either side of his thighs, you were straddling him. despite how uncomfortable it was.
the slight pressure of you on top of him like this, with blown out pupils looking back at him, made it nearly impossible to breathe. you swallowed something scratchy and thick in his throat as nate leaned in and captured your lips in a plush, nearly chaste kiss.
even expecting it, you sucked in a sharp intake of breath when they met. It flooded his nose with the scent of nate’s skin and a now barely - noticeable scent of chlorine. your lips were soft, so, so soft against his.
and it was over all too soon.
❝ i-im sorry nate.. i just can’t believe this is happening, ❞ you pulled back jarringly fast, one of your hands moving up to cup over your mouth. a prickle of panic washed through you . was it bad? it did not feel bad to you.
your shoulders started to shake slightly, the corners of your lips quivering.
you hadn’t noticed nate had leaned back in until he was caught in yet another kiss. It was more confident.
a soft, warm hand came to caress the side of your face, pulling you closer, as nate deepened the kiss. just as before, it took a minute to feel out the movements, but it wasn’t long until you lost yourself in the feeling, head fuzzy from this intimate touch.
he was enjoying it as much as you were, that he hadn’t even registered your hand had started pulling down his swimshorts, until the heel of your palm pressed against his cock.
pressing your hand down harder and capturing his lips once more. nate relaxed, letting the cool wall behind him take his weight. your tongue was against his again, unbelievably warm and soft. he tried to focus on the kiss.
you continued palming over nate’s still clothed cock, incredibly sensitive from what was suffocating minutes of neglect. it had never felt like this on his own before. body all hot and bothered, mind in a hazy cloud, blood pumping hard and steady. his stress and tension forgotten, replaced by searing heat which was rapidly building.
very rapidly building into something he easily recognized.
nate panicked.
❝wait,❞ he reared back from the kiss and snatched your wrist, forcing you to stop. wide, nate as panicked eyes bore back into him. Tenya was quick to explain through his labored breaths, trying to will the feeling away. ❝i was about to …❞
nate swore his heart skipped multiple beats at the sight, leaping in his chest before falling right back into its rapid, electrified rhythm.
nate was so not ready for this to be over yet, he cautiously brought his hands to either side of your hips where you were still straddling him. it was your time to freeze, stilling beneath the touch with a shaky breath.
you were still aroused.
you had remained still for a brief, tense moment before you expelled a long breath and slouched forward, letting you forehead rest against nate’s chest. ❝please,❞ you whispered at the tail end of his breath.
nate’s pulse hammered hard and fast, equally terrified and desperate to feel your soft, visibly smooth, skin. despite the buzzing beneath the surface, his hands thankfully weren’t shaking as he felt the fabric of your swim panties. he followed the same order you had done to him, unfastening the ribbon straps, and finally dragging the top down. you gasped into the crook of his neck, his warm breath making you shiver. you nodded into his shoulder, shifting his hips closer as if to urge him along.
encouraged from the soft sound, nate slowly let out a schooled breath as he followed through, he caressed his hand on your heat, warm and smooth like putty on his hand.
you moaned softly, somewhat muffled now. one of you hands had found the back of nate’s neck, the other kept himself steady on his shoulder.
nate settled on a gentle, steady, but firm pressure as he lifted and separated your folds, pulling further sounds out of the girl on top of him. you were always down to earth, but with you so near, nate could make out even the hitch of your breath. your sighs and gasps morphed into needier moans when he increased the pace.
you keened and suddenly pushed yourself back upright. your lips were parted and panting, and you completely tugged nate’s waistband down. without warning, you wrapped a hand around nate’s forgotten arousal.
the pleasure that shot through him, equally as unexpected and intense, pulled a low, strewn out sound from his chest.
it was echoed by you as nate had unintentionally flicked your clit.
but the rapidly building feeling from earlier returned with full force, pulling nate right to the edge in seconds.
your grip and pace increased around him and nate choked on a groan and his orgasm slammed through him. a piercing wave of pleasure shocked his system, something unlike he’d ever experienced on his own, with maddy, or with cassie, as he came over your still pumping fist.
his pace faltered as he felt nothing but light for a mere moment until your head dropped, watching half-lidded as you canted your hips into nate’s hands, urging him to continue.
❝n-nate,❞ you started, eyes squeezed closed, brows knit in pleasure as soon as he resumed the fervent pace. your lips were bitten red and raw as breathless words poured out. ❝n-nate, i like you … i really really l-like you!❞
your forehead fell to nate’s shoulder again with a sharp, keening sound.
feeling as if you were slick and coated in you juices, he stuck in two fingers without even realizing.
❝feels g-good …❞ you whimper out, unshed tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes, as he pumped in and out.
that confession alone had him riled up. he wanted you to feel good, just as much as you made him too.
he had to make you orgasm. try to.
nate’s pace in you tightened, partially because of the confession and the desperation to make you come too.
❝me too,❞ nate admitted, breathless and entranced as your body shook and twitched, your own climax finding you immediately. you cursed mindlessly as it coursed through him. your body sagged forward after a moment, pressing his face further into the crook nate’s neck to catch your breath.
damn, he really knows what he’s doing. he is simultaneously fucking you with his middle and index fingers as his thumb rapidly drifts in circular motions and upwards and downwards.
the best combination if you do say so yourself. thinking it actually. feels so much better when someone else is doing it, and when that someone else is nathaniel jacobs.
your voice let out a loud scream of ecstasy, before letting it flood the entire room, nate captured your lips. smashing them onto his. as you squirted all over his pretty hands, trailing down your leg.
nate’s own climax was still recovering, his heart having returned to a nearly-steady rhythm, though still elevated and pounding hard all through him. nate dropped you left softly and brought his clean hand up and around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
it was a calm, blissful few moments of quiet before the mess they made started to cool, making things sticky and uncomfortable.
he chuckled and pecked you forehead, both cheeks, and your lips, whatever flavored lip product making its way to his lips.
❝want me to eat you out as you finish chiefing that pre - roll?❞
© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025
— TASTE
written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , nate jacobs𝔁 f! reader | wc 1800
summary. nate jacobs can't seem to let you go, even as he parades his relationship with cassie howard in front of everyone. behind closed doors, you're the one he runs to, the one he can't resist. every moment with cassie is tainted by your influence-your touch, your taste, your control over him. and you wouldn't have it any other way.
labels. ex reader, feminine reader, insecure cassie, manipulative nate, soft nate, etc
warnings. mature themes, infidelity, manipulation, explicit sexual content, toxic dynamics, emotional tension
‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. based on sabrina’s first track off of her sixth studio album, short n’ sweet ♡
nate's presence was suffocating, the weight of his body pressing you into the plush carpet of your living room. his hands were everywhere at once-gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt, tugging you closer like he couldn't get enough.
you tilted your head back, a soft sigh escaping your lips as his mouth trailed down your neck. his lips were warm, insistent, leaving a path of heat in their wake.
❝you shouldn't be here,❞ you murmured, though your hands betrayed you, clutching at his shoulders.
nate didn't bother to respond. instead, he pushed you down flat against the carpet, pinning you beneath him with a smirk that sent a shiver through you.
❝stop pretending you don't want this,❞ he said, his voice low and gravelly, sending vibrations through the air between you.
his mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing patterns on your skin like he was creating art.
you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as a quiet laugh slipped from your lips.
❝where'd you learn to do that?❞ you teased, your voice dripping with mock curiosity.
nate looked up at you, his eyes dark with something you couldn't quite name.
❝you know exactly where,❞ he said, his smirk growing wider.
your stomach flipped at the implication, your mind flashing to cassie.
poor, oblivious cassie.
you hated how easily nate unraveled you.
or maybe you didn't.
because when he was like this - hungry, desperate, completely at your mercy - it was hard to care about the mess he made of everything else.
later, when the two of you lay tangled together on the floor, his head resting on your stomach, you ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the quiet.
❝what do you even tell her?❞ you asked, your voice soft but cutting.
nate didn't answer right away, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh.
❝nothing she doesn't want to hear,❞ he said finally.
you laughed, a short, sharp sound.
❝and she believes you?❞
he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you.
❝she believes what she needs to,❞ he said, his tone matter-of-fact.
you shook your head, a small smile playing at your lips.
❝you're such a liar, nate.❞
meanwhile, cassie lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling.
her phone sat untouched on the nightstand, the unanswered texts glaring back at her in the dark.
she told herself not to overthink it, to trust nate.
but the nagging feeling in her chest wouldn't go away.
you weren't sure when it had started — when nate became more yours than hers.
maybe it was the way he touched you, like he couldn't bear to let you go.
or maybe it was the way he talked about her, his voice filled with an odd mix of detachment and pity.
but most of all, it was the way he couldn't seem to stop coming back to you.
❝does she know?❞ you asked one night, your voice cutting through the quiet.
nate looked up from where he was tracing your collarbone with his lips.
❝know what?❞ he asked, his tone almost bored.
you smirked, tilting your head to meet his gaze.
❝that every time she kisses you, she's tasting me?❞
his lips twitched into a small smile, his hand sliding up to cradle your jaw.
❝no,❞ he said. ❝but i think she suspects.❞
it wasn't just physical between you and nate.
it was the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
it was the way he talked to you, his voice softer, his words laced with a vulnerability he never showed anyone else.
and it was the way he let you see him — not the version of himself he showed the world, but the raw, unfiltered truth.
you didn't pity cassie.
she was a grown woman, making her own choices.
but there was a part of you — a small, quiet part - that wondered what it must be like to be her.
to be the one nate came home to.
to be the one he kissed in public, the one he called his.
but then you remembered the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he came to you in the dead of night when no one else could see.
and you knew you had something she never would.
cassie stood in the kitchen, staring at the clock on the wall.
it was almost 3 a.m, and nate still hadn't come home.
she wanted to call him, to demand answers, but something stopped her.
she didn't want to hear the excuses, didn't want to confront the truth she was already beginning to suspect.
because deep down, she knew.
she'd always known.
when nate finally pulled himself away from you, the sun was just beginning to rise.
he sat on the edge of your bed, his back to you as he pulled on his shirt.
❝you don't have to go,❞ you said, your voice softer than you intended.
he turned to look at you, his expression unreadable.
❝yes, i do,❞ he said.
you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything else.
he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before straightening up.
❝i'll see you soon,❞ he said.
and just like that, he was gone.
as you watched him drive away, a strange mix of emotions settled in your chest.
you told yourself it was the last time, that you wouldn't let him back in.
but deep down, you knew the truth.
he'd always come back to you.
because no matter where he went, no matter who he was with, he couldn't escape you.
you were the taste on his lips, the whisper in his ear, the ghost that haunted his every move.
and that was something no one - not even cassie - could take away.
© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024