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easemysoul · 2 months

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Jamal Musiala-Beach day

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The sound of waves crashing onto the shore filled your ears. The feeling of the sun burning on your skin, the sand in between your toes and the familiar feeling of a head resting on your chest making you feel at peace. You currently spent your time lying at a beach reading while your curly headed boyfriend slightly snored on your chest. Your book blocked the sun from blending you and your hand played with Jamal’s hair often grazing his cheek. He traced shapes on your thigh wich made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You wanted to stay like this forever but sadly your stomach grumbled signalling that you needed food.

„Baby wake up“ you were nudging Jamal gently earning a groan from him. He lifted his head up shortly only for him to nuzzle it directly into the crook of your neck.

„Jamal Please I‘m hungry“

„Just 5 more minutes please“ he mumbled nuzzling his head further into your neck.

His hot breath fanned over your neck making you shiver. You sighed giving in as you stroked his back your hands grazing his muscular shoulder blades and hot skin. You felt content with the love of your life in your arms. After a few minutes your body started to go numb since Jamal was nearly fully lying on top of you. So you let your hand wander up to his head scratching his locks pleading „Jamal please”

He lets out a soft groan as he connected his lips to your neck covering it with wet and loving kisses, your breath hitched in your throat. He lifted his head up again to trail kisses down your throat to your jaw until his face was facing yours. His brown doe eyes stared right at you as his lips hovered inches away from your lips. Admiring his perfect features, you wondered how the fuck did you get so lucky.

„Fine“ he whispered as a smile appeared on his face

His actions sent you into a trance, totally forgetting what you wanted to do, only having the strong urge to kiss him. As if he heard your thoughts, his lips found yours kissing you passionately. You melted into his touch, everything long forgotten until he pulls away, leaving you pouting missing the warmth of his lips on yours. Sending a cheeky smile your way he jumped up dusting his hands off as he extended a hand for you to grab.

„Let’s get something to eat“ he smiled at you

You took his hand as he pulled you up, lacing his hand in yours while heading to the water looking out for the next ice cream stand.

After you got your ice cream you decided to walk around at the beach where the waves kissed the sand of the shore. Jamal’s hand slightly squeezed yours holding you closer making your heart flutter. Your feet in the water which was a beautiful shade of blue and the sun burned down on your shoulders. You were nearly the only ones at the beach as you walked close next to each other, your sides brushing against each other occasionally. The brown haired boy watched you closely as you ate your ice cream which was slightly smeared on your lips. „I wanna taste yours“ Jamal broke the silence.

„Sure“ you said, him turning so he was standing in front of you his head towering over yours. He was a bit taller than you so you always had to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him. You held your ice cream cone near his lips but before you could comprehend what was happening he had bent his head down and pressed his soft lips on yours. Kissing him back as you leaned into the kiss. Hungry for your lips Jamal deepened the kiss pulling you closer by your waist so your chest was pressed against his. The boys tongue swiped over your lips and entering your mouth as you opened it slightly for him. Your make out lasted for a couple minutes as you pulled away to catch your breath. Your head resting against his, feeling dizzy, bright smiles covering your faces. „I like it but mines better“ Jamal laughed. „oh really?“ you replied amused wiggling out of his grip as you ran past and away from him.

Your boyfriend grinned as he chased after and catching up to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist swiping you of your feet as your back was pressed against his chest. His mouth at your ear preppering kisses on your neck making you squeal in his grip.

„But not as good as you taste“ Jamal whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

„Really Musiala“ you exhale trying to sound confident but your voice trembling

God that boy drives you crazy

#jamal musiala #q things #m recs

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easemysoul · 2 months

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OH GOD

whay about submissive jude?

like hes begging you to slow down and stuff but he knows he dont want that yk whay i mean

like..?

Can u write that or

jude is the biggest sub and i know it.

it took him a while to actually show his true subby side — accidentally making it obvious one night as you kneeled down between his legs, tutting playfully at how hard he already was. and you'd watched the way his eyes closed, head hung back. the way he reacted so such a teasing comment. and that was it.

he'd always be whimpering for you to take it easy. fists balling at his side as you scolded him for trying to touch you. the way he'd work himself up until he was a ridiculous panting mess on the sheets before you. cursing you under his breath as you'd roll your hips against him. not giving him enough of what he needed.

"aw you want me to slow down baby? you want me to stop?" just your questions alone would send shivers down his limbs. cock aching, twitching, before even being inside of you as he'd shake his head quickly. almost looking manic at the idea of you getting up and leaving him like this.

and the minute he finally got what he'd been begging for he was a mess. moaning your name over and over. trying his hardest not to grip your waist and switch the roles — the feeling of your warmth enveloping him earning grunts of approval as he bit hard on his bottom lip.

jude's name falling from your mouth as you clutched his shoulders for balance, the burn of your thighs becoming more and more desirable as you worked yourself on him. each bounce bringing jude's head towards yours. mouth pulled open as his pretty noises filled the room. strangled efforts to tell you to slow down before he came being lost in translation as he hung his head in the crook of your neck. watching your tits bounce softly through teary vision as you held the back of his head, delighted with the stretch of your cunt around him.

#I- 🫠🫠#m recs #jude bellingham #smut recs #q things

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Here's To Doing The Unexpected

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Summary: Christian tries to do the unexpected

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Vienna - Billy Joel

Warnings: small talk of pregnancy, husband!christian

Notes: i'm trying to clean out the drafts 🫣 it's small, it's not that great, but i didn't want to waffle and end up turning it into something i don't end up posting. anyway, here's something that isn't smut. feedback is always appreciated

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"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" You tease, the kitchen smelling unexpectedly good, with Christian at the counter, a dishcloth tossed over one shoulder, looking like he had stepped out of an episode of The Bear. His mouth mimes the lyrics to Luke Combs 'Forever After All,' as he crushes a glove of garlic under the blade of his knife. You didn't even know he knew how to do that.

You step further into the kitchen, his cheeks twitching at your hand unconsciously sliding across the small of his back as you come to stand on his other side to inspect what he was doing. There's a pot of homemade sauce simmering on the stovetop behind you, the rich smell of tomatoes perfuming the air, and before you were ingredients like eggs, flour and butter. The typical stuff you needed to make fresh pasta.

This certainly wasn't Christian usual level of cooking when it came to doing anything in the kitchen. Normally, it was quick and simple meals, the ones he knew he wouldn't burn, and sometimes went in a microwave. Or, it was making Rice Krispies buns with your baby cousins, leaving the counters covered in the melted chocolate and stray pieces of Rice Krispies that never made it into the mixing bowl.

"I'm amazed," you tease him some more, feeling his laughter ripple through his body as you rest your head against his arm.

"Amazed that I haven't burnt the place down?" Christian laughs as you mumble 'no comment' under your breath. He turns and tips his head, brushing his lips lightly against the top of your head. His hand comes down to touch your bump, soothing his thumb over your round belly like it was his secret way of saying hello to. "This move was all about trying new things, right?" He crushes another glove of garlic, sliding it off the knife with the side of his finger. "So, I'm trying to not burn the kitchen down."

"Oh." You look up through your eyelashes, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to trap the giggle that desperately wants to escape. "I thought you meant we would be trying new things in...you know...the..."

"Dirty girl," he shakes his head, talking over you as your voice trails off.

"Yeah," your hand drops to give his bum a cheeky pinch, "and you love me for it."

He sets the knife down, wiping his hand quickly on the end of the dishcloth, before turning to face you. He's left chasing your lips, your body jerking back as the smell of garlic still lingers on his fingers. His brows rise to meet his hairline. "What?" He laughs, finally caressing your face. His thumb traces the shape of your cheek and he dips his eyes to look into yours. "Can't I kiss my beautiful, glowing wife?"

"You can kiss your 'beautiful, glowing wife' - which dramatic much? - when you're fingers no longer smell of garlic." You scrunch your nose. "Seriously, how does it not bother you?"

"Because I'm not six months pregnant." He sneaks a kiss to your temple and takes a few steps over to the sink. "You know, you don't seem to complain when my fingers smell like you," he cheekily says over the sound of the tap, lathering his hands in lemon-scented soap. You roll your eyes, your cheeks flooding with warmth at his crude joke. "Though, it has been a while," he turns the tap off, "I think I might have forgotten what you smell like."

"What's the matter?" You tease him with a perfectly mischievous smile. "You got blue balls?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." He wraps his arms around you, landing a kiss against your jaw. "I miss touching you," he whispers, sliding his hands up and down your sides, dipping to kiss down the column of your neck, "I miss you touching me."

"Christian?" He hums, half acknowledging you, too distracted by the softness of your skin. "The sauce is boiling over."

His head snaps back, eyes widening as his homemade sauce boils over the side of the pot and sizzles as it hits the stovetop. "Shit!" He launches forward, taking the pan off the ring, trying to wipe up some of the spilt sauce before any more damage could be done. "Shit. Shit. Fuck-" You cover your nose as a slightly charred smell permeates the air and watch his shoulders drop. "So much for trying to do something nice."

"Hey-" You take short strides across the kitchen and wrap your arms around his middle. On instinct, he reaches for your hands, rubbing his thumb across the back of your wrist. "It's okay," you kiss the back of his shoulder and press your cheek against it, "you know I've never really been one to like grand gestures, anyway."

"I know." He tucks his head back, a show of disappointment in himself lingering in his eyes. "I just wanted to do something nice before Bubbles comes along."

You lift your head. "Bubbles?"

"It's nothing," he mumbles, "just something to call them whilst we wait to meet them."

"Bubbles," you repeat, taking a step back and shrugging your shoulders, "I like it; better than calling them 'Baby' all the time." A frown stretches across your lips, turning your head to look at the preparation he had already done. He really was trying to make this Valentine's Day special for both of you. "You know, I think we could still salvage this," you tell him, swinging your head back around to look at him.

He lifts his brows. "We can?"

You crane your head to look around him. "Maybe even that, too," you add, pointing to the pan.

"Uh, no," he shakes his head, "that is not possible." He nudges the pot back with his elbow. "I wouldn't even feed that to my worst enemy."

You wink and quickly kiss him on the cheek. "We'll see about that, baby."

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Football Taglist: @thoseboysinblue @kickinganddriving @lizzypotter14 @brasiliangp @chilwellspulisic @notsoattractivearenti @swimmingismywholelife @lovelynikol16 @masonsrem @landoslover @in-my-body-bag @laurasstufff1 @mountchilly @spicysainz @kathb59 @emcv1427 @gagaslonina @afterpills @pulisicsgirl @ricciardhoe3

#this is so cute!🥺🥺🥺#q things #m recs #christian pulisic

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easemysoul · 2 months

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𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | masterlist

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

Summary: Drinking with Spencer turns out to be more eventful than you thought.

— warnings: fluff, alcohol

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol that’s making you feel warm and gooey, or the fact that Spencer’s hand hasn’t left your thigh since he slumped next to you on the sofa.

He’s drunk, that’s for sure. You both are. It’s been a rough day — for him more than you. It’s been a day so bad that when Spencer had come back to your apartment, mopey and dull, you’d taken the tequila out of your fridge and offered him a shot.

And another. And another.

“Do you think I’ll ever manage to save up and get my own apartment?” Spencer grumbles from next to you, his fingers trailing shapes on the skin of your thigh, his head lulling tiredly against your chest.

“One day,” you answer honestly, your heart pitter-pattering in your chest as Spencer hums. He’s so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you take the chance to snuggle closer, your leg brushing against his. “But I don’t want you to.”

“Why not?”

You bite your lip, focusing on the half-empty bottle of tequila as you speak. “I don’t know. I guess I’d miss you, Spence,” you mumble, your skin exploding with goosebumps as his fingers run up and down your skin. “Besides, it’s much safer with a literal member of the FBI living with me.”

Spencer snorts, the frame of his glasses rubbing uncomfortably against your shoulder, but you don’t comment on it. You’re afraid that if you do, he’ll move away, and that’s the last thing you want. No, you like Spencer being close to you, because it makes you feel good and warm and gooey.

“I failed my firearms qualification,” he mopes, sighing as you smooth his hair down gently in an attempt to reassure him. The touch makes his cheeks flush a wild red, and he hopes you don’t notice — and, if you do notice, he hopes that you think it’s because of the alcohol. “It’s hardly any safer with me around.”

“You’ll pass next time,” you offer, shooting him a gentle smile, and you try to ignore the way that your heart twists when his hazel eyes bore into yours. “I believe in you.”

“I’ve never failed at anything before,” Spencer slurs out, the dragging motion of his fingers stilling, his open palm resting on your thigh. There’s something intimate about the way he’s touching you and the fact that you’re allowing him. “It’s embarrassing.”

You grin, trying to ignore the way Spencer’s pitiful whining makes you yearn for him even more. “There’s a first time for everything, Spence,” you say, watching as his tongue comes out to wet his pink, plush lips, trying to ignore the way your stomach pools with warmth as he does so. “C’mon. Let’s stop the moping, and let’s celebrate instead.”

“Celebrate what?”

“Your first failure.”

Spencer tries to ignore the way his heart races in his chest when you lean in towards him, your hands planted on either side of his face when you speak. His senses are so dulled, and he’s not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the fact that he’s obsessed with how good you smell. He assumes it’s the Cantu coconut curling cream that you use — he’s smelt it on you many times before, but tonight, it’s making you insatiable and it’s making him dangerously unfocused.

And you’re thinking the exact same thing, because in your drunken state, the cologne he’s wearing seems to have become much more delicious. Spencer smells so good that it drives you crazy, and you beam at him sheepishly as he takes the shot you offer him, his face contorting into a grimace as he swallows the bitter liquid.

“Did you really mean it?” He asks, his hands now cupping your cheeks, his breath fanning against your face, flooding you with the smell of tequila. “When you said you’d miss me if I left?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you, Spence. You know that.” You shoot him a smile, your face flooding with warmth as his thumb grazes over your lips. “Besides, you’d be able to tell.”

Spencer grins, sheepishly, his cheeks flushing a pastel pink as he gazes at you. “I’m going to ask you something and I need for you to tell me the truth.”

“Okay. Ask.”

His brows knit together, his tongue coming out to wet his lips again, and you curse yourself for getting so distracted by how adorable he looks. Spencer is so fixated on you that he doesn’t even realising how teasing he is, how being this close to you is only amplifying your attraction to him.

“Do you — do you like me?” He finally manages to stammer out, his ears flushing a twinge of pink as he speaks. “As in, like-like me? Because I think that I like-like you.”

You blink at him, drunken and confused, trying to piece together the words in your head. What they mean. And you’re pretty sure that you know — he couldn’t have been more obvious, but your heart is racing in your chest nonetheless because, holy shit, did Spencer Reid just confess he had a crush on you?

“I do,” you whisper, and Spencer’s grin widens, his entire face now a beet red. You’ve never seen him like this, so flustered and so intense. “I like-like you, Spencer.”

“Good. Because I feel more for you than a like-like, and it would have been really awkward if you said you didn’t feel the same just then.”

You didn’t think you’d confess to Spencer. Ever. And, now that you have, you’ve no idea what to do, blinking confusedly as the alcohol pulses through your bloodstream. Your body is warm and Spencer’s hands are insatiably hot as they press against your face, his close proximity clouding your thoughts. “Spencer,” you whisper, your eyes boring into his, your stomach tight with nerves as he gazes at you with pure, drunken adoration, “can I kiss you?”

“Please,” he breathes, his nose smudging against yours as you press your face to his, your lips intertwining, goosebumps prickling up and down your skin as he kisses you back, with the same feverish intensity.

When you finally pull away, you feel hot, like an inferno. Your skin blazes wildly, and your eyes scan Spencer’s, whose so fixated on you that it makes you flush even hotter. Spencer’s lips are painted red, smudged with your lipstick, and you laugh, your thumb wiping away the mark that you left behind.

Spencer hesitates, his eyes scanning yours before he stutters out, “can you do that again? Please?”

You giggle, nodding your head. “I’ll do anything for you, Spence,” you say honestly, brushing the hair from his eyes as you lean in again, your stomach fluttering with butterflies as you kiss him, softly, your lips moulding with his.

You’re unsure of how you’re going to get any sleep tonight, because Spencer’s mouth on yours is more god-damn intoxicating than the alcohol you drank to get yourself in this position.

tags: @junieswrlds

#I’m so 🥺🥺#spencer reid #m recs #q things

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easemysoul · 2 months

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jude bellingham x reader

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summary: just a little blurb about congratulating jude <3

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

your eyelids were heavy with sleep and your ears were still ringing as you rested your head on the pillow facing jude. the pure adoration in his eyes as he looked at you melted your heart.

neither of you dared to break eye contact or the content silence that had washed over you, the crowded and busy evening had both you and jude slightly on edge and the moment of calm was perfect.

you raised a hand to rest on judes cheek, thumb gently stroking under his eye as they fluttered shut and jude let out a content sigh. "thank you" he whispered, breaking the comforting silence as he opened his eyes to look at you. "what for?"

"everything. for being by my side through every win and loss and still being equally as proud. for moving thousands of miles away from home to support me. for putting your own dreams on pause to let me follow mine. i don't think you know how much i appreciate the sacrifices you've made for me. i don't tell you enough how much it means to me. i don't know where i'd be without you. i love you more than anything angel"

you couldn't stop the tears from pooling in the corners of your eyes. "jude. i don't even know what to say" you sniffed, a slight pout forming on your face. "you don't have to say anything baby. just know how much i adore you"

"i hate you sometimes. you say all these cute romantic things and i can never top them" you pouted and the soft laugh that jude let out melted your heart. "always. just wait till our wedding vows. s'pose i'll have to let you go first"

"bit rude" you mumbled, playfully pinching his cheek before pulling him in for a kiss. his lips soft as they moved against yours perfectly. you pulled back, nudging your nose against his before pressing your foreheads together. "i don't know where i'd be without you either" you whispered, staring into his eyes with all the love and adoration in the world. "probably in debt with your shopping addiction" he teased, tickling at the bare skin at the side of your stomach.

you groaned, nestling your head into the crook of his neck. "d'ya wanna go to sleep now" he muttered, his lips brushing against your forehead as he placed a gentle kiss there. you only nodded, the heat radiating from judes bare chest and the way his fingers traced small shapes against your skin lulling you to sleep.

"was thinking we could go out tomorrow? we don't have to be back home for another few days" you grinned at his idea "can we get one of those locks and put it on that bridge?"

"anything you want love" he flicked off the lamps, wrapping his arms tightly around you. his eyes shut, and sleep began to take over his body.

"jude"

"yeah?"

"i love you too"

#jude bellingham #m recs #q things

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easemysoul · 2 months

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Hi!! Could you please write a little angst w Jude? Perhaps he goes out to a club with the boys and a fan tries to kiss him and there’s photos on the internet. So this is when he comes back home ? Ty!

MISLEADING : jude bellingham x fem!reader ( angst + fluff ending )

cw: some random chick kissing jude without any permission + her friends tolerating that shit, cussing, breaking down, crying, making up, england’s nt being the best guys >> cuddling as a result of making up, switches in povs

💗 happy christmas to everyone <33

It’s not a typical occurrence for Jude to go in clubs so when he was given the invite to go with some of the boys from England’s NT and with your persuasion that he go and enjoy the night out, he simply let out a heavy sigh before dragging himself up the stairs and into your shared room to change.

So here he is now, not entirely bored but he’s not really having fun either.

If it’s the club scenario or the wack music or the suffocating atmosphere, he can't decide. But Jude wants a change of scenery else he’ll definitely be going home earlier than the rest of the guys tonight.

Just as he was about to stand up and head outside, Henderson came back to their groupㅡand the confused frown painting Jude’s face was an evident indication that he wasn’t even aware of Hendo leaving the group in the very first place. One Jude deduced was probably because he was way too occupied judging the lame music and plotting of ways to leave the place to notice anything.

Amidst the loud music, Jude can hear Henderson yelling his words to their group.

“The girls from three tables down wants to take photos with us.” Henderson tells them, pointing a finger over the exact table that was filled with a few girls. “Passed by them on my way to get drinks and apparently they've been in some of our games, had photos ’n everything too.”

Trent visibly rolls his eyes beside Jude, not an ounce of care in his face if he's seen doing the notion or not. “Thought Harry implemented the no-picture-taking-in-guys-out rule?”

“Yeah well unfortunately Harry’s not here.” Saka sighs, also contemplating the strict rule that was made so that the boys can enjoy a night out without needing to worry about taking photos. “Well... we can take a few but after this, no more yeah?”

“We’ll be there for no more than five minutes then we’ll come back here and that's the last of it, alright?” Declan’s suggestion earns a unison of nodding heads before the girls are seen approaching their table. “Or... y’know they can just head over here or whatever...”

From beside Jude, Trent whispers just enough for him to hear. “Why do I sense something vile in the air...”

“Why are you wording it like that?” Jude teasingly asks before he’s being smacked on the shoulders. “Startin’ to sound poetic no?”

“Shoulda taken a different route huh?” Trent raises his brows playfully with a smirk. “Think I might do well with poems, literary... might even sell million copies of my books.”

With this, Jude simply laughs before his attention is being taken away from his friend and towards Henderson and a blonde girl beside him.

“Bellingham!”

With a sigh, Jude leaves his seat to approach the two with a smile on his lips. He greets the girl with a simple hi while Henderson does all the work introducing the two to each other albeit a little awkwardly and even though it’s more than apparent that the girl was already aware of who Jude is before they’re doing a little pose for the photos.

It wasn’t customary but it wasn't uncommon for Jude to wrap an arm around a fan’s back or shoulder, so he lets his hand loosely enclose over the girl’s spine before smiling for the camera. But what happens next is enough for Jude to reel himself away from the girl and wiping his lips, the other guys who witnessed what happened letting out shocked ‘woahs’ and ‘heys’ before Henderson is grabbing him by the arms to drag Jude behind his back.

“We’re very lenient when it comes to taking pictures but if you do so much as what you just did which held no respect for my guy... you better best just leave us alone.” Henderson gruffly says before Marcus too is holding the man by the arms.

On the other end, Jude was just lost for words. He was beyond confused and uncomfortable with what just happened that he’s barely processing Mason and Jack coming to his side to sit him back down on the booth before they're standing in front of him, shielding him away from the group of girls as did the other guys who left their seats.

“... you must be bloody crazy if you think it’s okay to molest someone like that. Ever heard of respecting a person’s space? No? Cos it shows.” Jude hears Trent scoff before he’s being told by Wilson to calm down.

There’s a few more exchange of words, but Jude’s head was just way too far beyond to fully comprehend the entire conversation happening. All he got from it was the guys telling the girls off, slapping them basically with the wrong their friend did that was unfortunately tolerated by their entire circle before he hears Phil just demanding the girls leave their table else they'll call security on them. That seemed to have done the trick because after a more than 10-minute discourse, their table finally cleared and the guys are sitting back in their seats, all tensed and irritated.

Saka taps Jude by the shoulder, sliding him a glass of water. “Do you wanna stay here or do you want to go home?”

“Home-”

Shit.

Jude frantically looks for his phone, wiping his sweaty palms over his jeans before he's tapping onto the screen, checking some things on there which garnered him confused looks from the other guys before the realization too smacks them straight in the face.

In a split second, all of them are scrolling through their phones. Pulling articles after articles, tapping their’s and Jude's names on the search bar of Twitter to see if anything new popped up.

“Shitshitshit.”

Anxiousness was all Jude felt. There was no other thoughts in his mind as he scrolls through his phone, name searched for the latest news about him except for you, his girlfriend who trusted him enough to go out with the guys without any issues. What if someone took photo of what happened? What if you misunderstood everything and hate him? What if when he gets home you're no longer there with him? What if he can’t explain his side knowing he too was just as dumbfounded and surprised when it happened? What if this causes for-

“Jude.” Luke passes him his phone silently, a grim look on his face.

The others stop their searching before they too are leaning over the table to look at Luke's phone. There, a photo although a little blurry was still pretty recognizable especially with the flash on. The photo was posted on a Twitter handle with no profile, no followers and no other posts besides the picture itself that was posted just a minute ago. But the likes and retweets of it was spiking by each passing second.

“Fuck I need to go homeㅡI wanna go home she's gonna fuckin’ leave me if I don’t explain what happened I can’t I need to go home-” Jude abruptly leaves the table before the guys are following after him, jogging after their midfielder to the parking lot as Jude tries to ring up your phone but to no avail.

“Jude calm down! You’re gonna get yourself hurt if you don’t calm down this second man!” Trent pulls him by the shoulders, slightly shaking him as he tries not to breakdown in front of his friends. “Come on, I’ll drive you. We’ll help you fix this alright?”

Jude stiffly nods his head, phone still against his ear as he listens to the ringing sound of the device in his hand.

Marcus pats him on the back, opening the passenger’s side before he’s ushering him in while Trent goes to the driver’s side.

“Drive safe Trent.”

“We’ll pick you up at theirs. We’ll explain what happened to you if things goes south Jude, don’t worry about anything.” Henderson adds before he too reaches a hand to give a reassuring pat on Jude’s shoulders.

Mason nods his head in agreement. “You didn’t do anything wrong Jude. Don’t beat yourself over this.”

“If it’s someone else’s fault, it’s that girl’s and her friends’. Bunch of obnoxious things they were.” A few snorts and snickers left the guys’ lips from Jack’s comment. “Don’t worry, like Trent said, we’ll help you fix this and like Mase said, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jude breathes a sigh of relief, wiping away the tears on his lash line before he lets a sigh escape from his chest. “Thanks a lot...”

One by one they clear off from Jude’s car, watching the vehicle as it drives away before going inside their respective cars as Henderson follows after them to take Trent back and to also back their friend up.

It’s such a draining thing, what happened was. Jude couldn’t fully grasp in his head that a random girl had the guts to kiss him right on the lips in public and in front of his friends especially knowing he’s already got a pretty thing waiting for him at home; a relationship that was already out in public for an entire year.

Although was filled with reassurance, he still couldn’t help the harsh palpitations of his chest. Jude still dreads for whatever is gonna happen next because he cannot bear to see you hurt regardless of what reason causes you to feel like it. But the thing is that, something happened tonight. It happened, and that was just there to it. It happened and Jude doesn’t want it to cause you to start overthinking or worse, lose your trust.

So when 20 minutes later and they're pulling up in front of his house, Jude leaves the car with a shaky breath and Trent following after him.

Before the both of them headed inside, Trent places a palm on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you did nothing wrong. And if there’s one thing I know, she’ll hear you out if she did read and saw the posts because she trusts you enough to listen to your side of the story. So just calm down and explain everything that happened to her.”

With a stiff nod, Jude grabs the doorknob twisting it before he’s pushing the door open.

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It was supposed to be a calm and relaxing night.

You planned on binge-watching your favorite tv series in your laptop, eat some of your favorite snacks and drink and settle down on the couch with your thick duvet wrapped around you for the extra coziness and warmth.

It had been 45 minutes since Jude left the house, planting multiple kisses all over you face before he’s out the door with a promise to be back before the clock hits one. And your plan for the night was nearly coming into fruition, you just need to get your snacks to the coffee table in the living room then you’re all set.

But it was the notifications that came after one another blowing up your phone that had you pausing from placing a bowl of berries on the tray as you checked the device over the counter.

from: friend1

hey isn’t this jude?

https://twitter.com/user97203759/status/1937373027638.com

With a frown, you tap on the link thinking not too much of it.

You were expecting to see another goofy video, another weird picture of Jude being posted online but what welcomes your vision wasn’t anything but that. Instead, the dimly lit photo with a blurred background of red LED lights, booths and two people in front of the camera made you do a double-take as you eyed the rather intimate captured moment.

The entire outfit that Jude left the house with not even an hour ago was waving straight at your eyes, the haircut and even the blurry face showed that it was indeed your boyfriend himself. But what made you close your phone from inspecting your screen any further was the fact that another girl was kissing Jude.

You wanted to throw up.

You need to throw up.

Tears started to pool around the corner of your eyes as you lean yourself on the counter, heaving deep breaths of air through your mouth before you have a palm against your chest, clasping at the section.

You knew Jude well-enough to know that he wouldn’t cheat on you. No, his Mum raised him better than that. He knows his morals stands at a better point to be a man like that. You knew he would never do it. Not now, not ever.

But still, the ache in your chest and the hollow sensation had you slotting yourself on the floor, arms wrapped around your knees in a way to comfort your own self before you're sniffling and muffling your cries against your thighs.

You sat there with no sense of time. All you know is that you've been there long enough for your bottoms to start hurting. And though your tears have dried leaving a streak on your cheeks, the pain and disappointment was still fresh in your head.

And then the front door opens before the padding of feet on the floor sounded off in the corner of the hall that connected the living space and the open kitchen.

“Y/N? Love?” Jude’s voice reached your ears before you even saw him, but it wasn’t long before his tall figure emerged from the shadows of the barely lighted room.

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When Jude reached the open space for your kitchen and living room, his heart broke at the sight of you sat on the floor with your phone beside you, arms wrapped around your body as you stared at the wooden flooring of the house.

Jude immediately knew he fucked up, big time. And though he didn't like what happened, it still happened and there’s nothing he can do to change that. But what he can do right now is to make it up to you, assure you that there’s nothing going on, that there’s nobody else but you, that he would never cheat, not to anyone and especially not to you. And he starts doing just that by approaching you with slow steps. In his sixth step though, you stopped him by asking one question that had him pausing entirely from his tracks.

“What happened?”

Jude breathed a sigh of partial relief. Although the circumstance wasn’t an ideal one to begin with for him to be washed away with the relief slowly soothing his chest, he’s not yet explained his side of the story and reassure you that the things you probably already saw on the internet isn’t what it seems. So Jude hesitantly sits down beside you on the floor, leaning his back against the cold marble of the kitchen counter.

“There were these girls wanting to take pictures with us ’n I didn’t really put too much thought into it at first, never even had a single thought that she’d kiss me in the process but it happened.” Jude sighs, wincing at memory. “Then the guys reprimanded their groupㅡcouldn’t recall the entire conversation if I’m bein’ honest... was still stuck inside ma head to fully comprehend what’s happening.”

You didn’t say anything at his explanation, fiddling instead with the loose ends of your shirt and refused to meet his eyes.

The relief Jude felt earlier slowly washed away, replacing it was the dread that built up in the pit of his stomach and the anxiety that had his hands shaking.

“I didn’t want it to happen love, I swear to you I didn't want it to happen...” He whispers, hands aching to reach out to you but instead he lets them sit over his thighs. “I don’t want to lose you, please believe me...”

A hundred million thoughts ran inside Jude’s head as your silence prevailed, most of which were inclined to the doom of the relationship that he wanted to last until the very end. It was not a good look on him, he knows that. But somewhere deep down he knows that you knew him enough to gauge his character that he would never do such thing. Jude believes that you would never doubt his loyalty to you, but at the same time looking at the situation in entirety and even though he never wanted for it to happen, anything was plausible to play out even the negative scenario playing inside his head. Because even though Jude didn’t want it doesn't mean the current issue never happened.

“Y/N...? Babe please say something...” Jude leaves his spot beside you before kneeling down in front of you. “I would you rather swear at me just please... say anything-”

“I’m hurt Jude.”

Your words pulls at his heartstrings and making him stop his sentence.

“I’m hurt and disappointed and angry...” There is a drag at the end of your words, almost as if you're trying to prolong the impending end of the relationship. At this, Jude almost scrambles on his feet to ask you to listen, to tell you that he’s got the guys to back his story up because that’s what really happened or better yet, convince you to visit the club with him so they can ask for security footage when it happened. He was ready to do just anything so you don’t break up with him, but what leaves your lips next had him slotting his large frame in between your legs, head on your chest and arms around your waist.

“But I know you... and I know you would never cheat on me, and I trust you. Denise will give you a lifetime’s worth of ass-whooping if you did that.” The last sentence was meant to be a joke, a playful jab to ease down the tense atmosphere but instead of it having that effect, Jude was on your chest and muffling his sniffs.

You simply cradle him against you, leaning your head against his before you're running your fingers through his curls. “I trust you Jude... it’s okay... it’s okay baby...”

“I thought you were gonna leave me.” He says against your chest, arms tightening around you. “I was so scared...”

You plant a kiss on his head. “I would never. I thought you knew me better than that to think that I would immediately believe posts like that on the internet.”

“Yeah well... I wouldn’t be surprised if you did, that wasn’t a good look innit?”

“Definitely wasn’t, but I believe you.”

Jude raises his head from your chest before a few feet shuffling down the hall from the entrance of your home sounded off against the walls. There, Trent and Henderson emerges from the hall just like Jude did earlier.

Their eyes widen for a split second seeing you and Jude on the floor, arms around one another.

“So I take it that you guys are okay?” You both nod to Trent’s query.

“We’re still hearing the wedding bells mate, they're fine.” Henderson adds before the two of them are ranting about their experience with those girls not too long ago, all with hand movements and loud booming voices that was definitely a pale comparison to the calm night that you were hoping for.

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The next day comes and accompanies it was the shrill sound of Jude’s phone ringing early in the morning.

He was still trending on Twitter but this time, with a new clarification to his name.

Head against his bare chest, he scrolls through multiple posts from different Twitter users who reposted a video from last night’s event in a different yet very helpful angle. In the short clip spanning not even longer than 3 minutes showed Jude and the still yet unnamed girl posing in front of the camera. It also showed the other guys who were also taking pictures at that time before the girl slotted her lips against Jude’s that had them rushing off to their mate who by then was already being shielded by Henderson.

The conversation wasn’t audible in the clip but the unmistaken heated faces of the guys says enough for you. The video ended with the camera panning back to Jude who was seated back inside the booth, in daze and very much unaware of his surrounding as he stares at the wooden table in front of him.

“Such an unfortunate thing her entire circle of friends defended her...” Jude scoffs at your comment.

“I’m betting they planned it all beforehand, quite pathetic really.” He kisses your head before closing his phone and letting his back land on the plush bed, dragging you with him on top. He wraps an arm around you as you adjust so you're laying next to him. “And this is why I’ll never go out without you ever again.”

“Well what if it's the boy’s night out at Harry's?”

“Katie loves you doesn’t she?” You nod your head hesitantly. Jude simply hugs you tighter, throwing a leg over your hip. “Then it’s settled, I’m bringin’ you anywhere I go.”

You roll your eyes before patting him on the chest. “Nice try big guy but I have classes and other things going on.”

You receive another kiss on the head and a cheeky reply from that as Jude smiles. “Well... I’ll find ways to sort that out but for now, stay here with me.”

“Always Jude... always.”

a/n: i have an upcoming photoshoot from 26th of this month up until the 30th so i’m trying to finish all the requests sent in my asks but man, my finger cramps are such a buzzkill 😭

#q things #m recs #jude bellingham

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easemysoul · 2 months

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AFTER BEDTIME: jamal musiala x reader

cw: suggestive content, allusion to previous sexual intercourse, petnames, sappy couple eugh (jk jk), kissing, (probably) incorrect engloish to german translation bcs i unfortunately don’t speak the language, lmk if i missed anything

i’m a sucker for the morning after type of fics so i just had to do my own 😩 and with our favorite german boyfriend ofc

A heavy weight was settled across your torso, hot breath fanning on your chest as you slowly opened your sleepy eyes, letting the morning light of the sun welcome you with its warm glare.

You turn your head off to your chest, seeing the short mop of curly hair of your boyfriend as he slept soundly above you.

You reach a hand to rub the bare skin of his back, one hand reaching out to run your fingers through his hair which emitted a satisfied sigh to leave Jamal’s lips as he adjusted himself above you, most likely being awaken from your actions.

Not even a minute later and he's rolling onto his stomach, bleary-eyed as he stares at you.

“Good morning.” Jamal greets with a small smile, propping up his left hand and placing his head on his palm. “How was your sleep?”

“Morning you blanket hog.” You greet back with a playful roll of your eyes, teasing him about the way he's got himself wrapped up in your supposedly shared blanket during your sleep.

Jamal takes the blanket that was wrapped across his midsection, giving you a fleeting view of the black boxers he slipped on last night before he’s throwing the blanket over your body and proceeding to wrap you in his arms in a burrito.

“This alright babe?”

You playfully knock your head against his, whining at him to let go of you as your arms began to grow numb from having him partially lay on them.

Jamal laughs melodiously at your protest and instead of unwrapping you from his inconvenient burrito, he actually lays his entire body over yours with your feet entangled together, his face buried on the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die of suffocation if you don’t move right now.” You pout as you lay helplessly underneath your playful boyfriend. “J, move...”

“Nooooo...” Jamal whines against you, biting the skin in between your neck and shoulders. “This is my payback for the scratches you placed on my back.”

“But that was because of a good reason!”

Jamal huffs as he pokes your sides. “I know... but I still wanna do this for a few minutes because you're comfortable, more comfortable than the bed itself.”

You loudly exhale through your nose, finally conceding defeat as you let your boyfriend lay down on you. But of course his time ran out after an entire three minutes before you're back to wiggling underneath him.

“Let me check your back, love.”

Jamal finally relents after having his own version of fun, rolling away before sitting down in front of you with his back facing you.

Red streaks ran from the base of his neck up until his midsection, some of the angry red lines going as far as inside his boxer shorts and they for sure looked painful. You purse your lips apologetically, leaning down to kiss Jamal's cheeks as an apology.

“Do they hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Not as much as it looks.”

You began rummaging through your bedside table, grabbing a cooling tube from the cabinet before twisting the cap open and squirting some of the blue gel onto your palms. You rub the product across his back, silently taking in the hard muscles that ran prominent on his skin as he stretched after you're done with the cooling gel.

Planting a kiss on his shoulder, you wrap your legs around his waist. “How does it feel now?”

“Feels quite nice actually.” Jamal replies as he places a hand on one of your ankles. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “Any plans for today miss beautiful?”

You stow away the cooling gel, keeping it back inside the cabinet before you leave the bed.

“Nothing in particular no, why?”

Jamal lays on his back, leaning himself against the stack of pillows he had created as a support underneath his elbows, his eyes following your every move as you began slipping on one of his shirts.

“Well I was thinking...” He trails off, piquing your interest as his silence ensues.

You raise a brow while pulling a pair of jogging pants over your legs. “Yes?”

Jamal leaves the bed before he stands behind you, one hand holding the hem of your shirt up from behind and the other securing the tie of your pants with one hand.

“We have training in the afternoon today and I was thinking... if you would like to come with me?” He sheepishly asks as he holds you by the waist, placing his chin over your shoulder. He plants a kiss on your right cheek, mumbling against your skin. “Will you please go to training with me? Bitte, meine Liebe?” (Please, my love?)

Shifting your hand over his, you nod your head yes, slightly tilting your head to the side to meet Jamal’s eyes that was already on you.

“But... we leave after the Warriors game.”

Your boyfriend dramatically sighs, kissing your cheek once more before he moves away to find a shirt and one of his shorts in the closet beside you.

“You really know how to entice me with your preposition.”

“It’s the Stephen Curry effect, my love.” You tease before handing him a pair of clean socks he usually dons at home as he throws on one of his shirts with a training short.

“You literally like Jordan Poole though?” He muses, scrunching his brows before he sees you chuckling as you walk to the door.

“But not as much as I love you J. You know I love you more than I like JP.” You counter, shooting him finger guns before blowing him a kiss and a wink.

Jamal amusingly laughs as he follows after you to the door.

“Well I really do hope my girlfriend would prefer me over her current favorite hooper.”

You hook your arm around his, tip-toeing to press a kiss on his cheek as the both of you leave his bedroom.

“Always you J, always you.”

a/n: guess my favorite nba team and my favorite nba players 😩 it's not very obvious i swear to you

#jamal musiala #q things #m recs

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easemysoul · 2 months

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nsfw alphabet

summary: nsfw alphabet

pairing: levi colwill x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni

notes: you can find my masterlist here. idk how i feel abt this but ask and u shall receive <3 i hope u enjoy it!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sweetest boy ever! gets a little sleepy but still makes sure ur taken care of before anything else. checks in that ur okay and just has to ask if it was good and ur staring at him all🤨🤨bc ur thighs are still shaking. will grab u water and something clean to change into, helps get u cleaned up and if u want he’ll run u the shower. he likes to just lay with u for a little after, fingers trailing over ur bare skin while he lets u recover, lips soft on ur shoulder while he mutters that he loves u

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

on him he loves his arms just because of how feral u go over them and his tattoos. he’ll find u randomly staring at them throughout the day and he gets so cocky bc he’ll just flex his fingers or biceps and you’ll go all wide eyed and he can see how hot and bothered it gets u. he loves fingering u and feeling u dig ur nails into his forearm and it makes him so hard when ur gaze stays locked on his arm while he works u to ur orgasm but he’s a little shit sometimes so just as ur abt to cum he’ll be all “eyes up here, sweetheart” bc he wants u to look at him

on u he’s obsessed with ur hands and how small they are bc it reminds him how much smaller u are than him and that makes his head spin. he loves holding ur hand and seeing how his just engulfs urs and he’s obsessed w watching u touch him!!! handjobs r one of his favourite things ever and he’ll just sit and watch u work ur fist around him bc there’s something so hot abt how u cant wrap ur fingers completely around him. also he’s 100% and arse man so he’s definitely obsessed w ur arse and he’ll tell u it’s one of his favourite things abt u with no shame. loves fucking in doggy just so he can slap it and watch u get all teary eyed for him🤭🤭

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

he definitely has a thing for coming on ur pussy/tummy/arse and taking pics of it😵‍💫has an album on his phone specifically for these pics that he looks at whenever ur apart and he’s feeling a little horny. will cum on u and then tell u how pretty and perfect u are and he knows that goes to ur head and he loves it. teases u tho and is so mean w it bc he knows u like when he cums inside of u (and he does too) but if you’ve been a brat or he’s just feeling extra mean even when ur begging him to fill u up he’ll pull out and cum on ur pussy just to see u get all pouty w him

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

he’s obsessed with fucking u in risky places or places where other people are around. the bathroom at a restaurant/club/friends house u best believe he’s dragging u in there even if it’s just to make u cum on his fingers like there’s just something so stupidly hot to him abt potentially getting caught. he’d be in ur ear the whole time as well talking abt how if ur not quiet someone’s gna come in and see what a dirty slut u are for him while trying his hardest to get u to be even louder w this cocky little smirk on his face. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve almost been caught

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

in all things u he’s an expert. he made sure to learn every little thing that u like bc the first few times u slept together he was constantly asking u what u wanted from him/how u wanted it bc he wanted the experience to be as good as possible for u. and now he knows u like the back of his hand and can have u coming in record time just by utilising what he knows

F = Favorite position

cowgirl!!! he’s obsessed w getting u to ride him bc he loves watching u struggle to take him at first, hands on ur hips to help u while he tells u how good ur doing and how proud he is of u for taking it all😵‍💫😵‍💫loves having ur tits in his face tbh and will constantly be sucking on ur nipples and biting at ur skin bc he knows that’ll get u to finish quicker. and it gives him some sort of kick watching u get all tired and whiney, asking him to “just fuck me properly, levi. please” and then he’ll hold u still while he fucks up into u bc ofc he’ll take care of his best girl

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy in the moment?)

definitely a little goofy but it’s more bc he tries to make u feel as comfortable as possible and that comes out as him making little jokes to get u to laugh and relax for him. feel like he gets a little giggly sometimes while ur fucking bc you’ll make a certain noise or he will and it’ll have him hiding his face in ur neck while he tries to get it together. but his giggles will bleed into soft moans and u think it sounds so hot so ur always looking to make him laugh just to hear it

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

keeps it all nice and neatly trimmed but it’s not really something he puts a load of effort into bc it’s hair it’s not a big deal to him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

all of his focus is on u and he makes sure that u get as much pleasure out of the experience as possible. foreplay is a huge deal for him bc he wants to get u all worked up and desperate for him and wants to make sure you’ve came at least once/twice before he fucks u bc he knows it’s sometimes a little difficult for u to cum from just penetration. and throughout the whole thing he’ll be talking u through it, praising u so much bc it’s important to him that u know how much he’s enjoying it and that u know how good ur doing for him

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he’s a big fan of mutual masterbation🤭so he’ll sit opposite u on the bed or wtv and will get himself off while u touch urself and it drives him insane. doesn’t know where he wants to look more so his eyes are constantly bouncing over ur body and he’ll talk u through it, telling u how to touch urself and how fast to go while he’s moaning and fucking his own fist

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

idrk but i feel like he definitely has a thing for letting u take control every now and then like loves when u tie him to the bed and use him for ur own pleasure. he’s obsessed w cowgirl at the best of times but when u tie his hands back and just fuck him so slow he goes absolutely insane. loves hearing u call him a good boy and it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot when u do. also loves when u suck him off and tell him he can’t touch u bc you’ll tease him until he’s literally shaking and begging bc he needs to cum and then you’ll give him ur pretty little smile and tell him to “be patient” and it has him losing his mind

L = Location (favourite places to do the deed)

he’s obsessed w fucking in the car while it’s parked in stupidly risky places bc he can’t get over how hot the risk of it is. like he’ll just randomly pull over and park somewhere so u can fuck and there’ll be other cars around and it just makes it all so much more thrilling for him and it means whenever he’s in the car alone he can play out all the times you’ve spent together in there

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves neck/jaw kisses and even if u do it with the intention of being innocent levi will still go a little silly. he’ll just grip ur hip a little harder and give this quiet little groan and it always makes u giggle bc it’s so simple? and here he is abt to lose his mind. he’s definitely the type as well to get turned on by a specific perfume u own bc it reminds him of a certain time u fucked so whenever u wear it and walk passed him he’s immediately hard bc now he’s thinking abt all those dirty memories

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

he’s too sweet to do anything that wld hurt u so even if he’s a little rough and a little mean sometimes he’d never cross a line that wld really cause u pain. even when he’s slapping ur arse whenever he hears a little sob or sees u wince a little harder than normal he’s immediately stopping and shifting to press kisses to the skin while mumbling little apologies :(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

he really likes receiving bc u give the best head he’s ever had. u love teasing and drawing it out as long as possible until he’s literally shaking and can’t stay still so when he finally cums it feels 100x better. loves when u wake him up w head too!!!! like it’s his favourite thing in the world and he’s always extra sensitive so just gives these soft little whimpers that drive u crazy. he still loves eating u out tho and wld do it for hours (and he definitely drags it out when he does) but there’s just something abt being in ur mouth that absolutely ruins him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

depends on the mood tbf. he loves a quickie (will literally fuck u anywhere at any time if given the chance) but also slow and loving is so so important to him!! especially if you’ve been apart for a little while he just really wants to take his time with u and drag everything out for as long as possible with u. so many kisses while he’s fucking u so slow, fingers stroking ur cheek while he mutters over and over that he’s missed u :(( eye contact is huge! for him so he’ll just grip ur chin and be all “eyes on me, sweetheart” and it just makes it so much more intense

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

loves them!!!! again, any time, any place. loves summer time so he can see u in ur pretty little dresses and he can just bend u over wherever he can, pull ur underwear to the side and fuck u stupid🤭the amount of times he’s fucked u in a changing room is insane bc he just can’t help himself when u look so pretty doing a little fashion show for him. just presses u up against the wall, hand over ur mouth to keep u quiet while he fucks u from behind. or like in the car before an event/meeting friends? he’s sooo down for it. just pulls u into his lap to ride him and it’s always so obvious when u finally go meet whoever u have plans with bc u both look so disheveled and fucked out

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

loves experimenting with new things bc how else is he gna know what he likes? like the two of u have had so many conversations abt all the different things you’d like to try and he definitely has a list that youse check things off on. and he’s huge on fucking in risky places bc it’s just so hot to him!!! gets off on fucking u in semi public places while making u bite down on ur own underwear to keep quiet🤭

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

he’s insatiable tbf. he just gets into such a headspace that he can never just go for one round he needs to go for a least three before he even thinks abt giving u a break. mainly just bc he likes seeing u so wrecked and on the point of breaking bc he thinks u look so pretty like that🤭his favourite thing is to eat u out between rounds of fucking u bc then he gets to drag so many orgasms out of u and gets such a thrill out of seeing u all limp and fucked out on his bed

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

he’s obsessed w toys!!!! loves using them on u and then mocking u abt how much it ruins u. i just have this idea of him loving those little remote control vibrators🤭🤭like u have one that he can control w his phone and he uses it whenever the two of u go to events or restaurants bc u both just love the thrill of it. he’ll just sit opposite u at the table all smirks while he’s controlling it and it gets him so worked up trying to see u keep ur cool and every time u get close to coming he switches it off just to watch u pout and whine. bonus points for if the waiter is obviously flirting with u he’ll switch it up to the highest speed to watch u struggle and get all high pitched

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s awful when it comes it teasing to the point he sometimes has u crying bc u can’t take anymore. he just loves drawing things out bc he knows the end result will be so good even if ur getting frustrated w him. and in public he absolutely loves giving u little ass slaps or whispering dirty things in ur ear just to get u to squirm and sooooo many times he’ll try and get u off while ur sitting next to him but stops before u get anywhere near finishing while acting like nothings happening. and he knows u get all hot and bothered abt his hands so he’ll purposely do things to flex them and show them off then gets all cocky when he sees the way ur looking at him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

oh he’s loud. and whiney. so so whiney. is always in ur ear giving u so much praise and babbling that he loves u and gets a little higher in pitch when he’s abt to cum and it’s just so so hot. loves to talk u through literally everything and whenever he talks u through head/handjobs it gets u soooo worked up bc he just sounds so hot

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the person of your choice)

he loves taking polaroids during sex and has a whole photo album stuffed in his bottom draw that’s just full of dirty pictures. like he has a select few videos/pics on his phone that he looks at when he’s away but he mainly uses polaroids bc he just thinks it’s so much hotter? u can tell which pictures are his favourites too bc the corners are a little more rough and bent where he’s tugged them out. he also keeps one in his wallet tucked just behind one of his cards that he peeks at every now and then when no one’s paying attention and it’s a full shot of ur tits and face, covered in cum while ur grinning up at him and it’s genuinely one of his favourite pictures ever

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

big. thick. it took a while to get used to his size and u still struggle to take all of him sometimes, especially if u haven’t had sex in a while but he always talks u through it and makes sure u know how good ur doing. strokes his fingers over ur cheek and peppers u in kisses while being all “just a bit more, sweetheart, i know u can take the rest f’me. good girl, look how well ur doing. knew u could take it all”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he’s horny all the time. he wants to fuck u all the time and it only gets worse when you’ve been apart for a few days. the second ur home he just has to have u bc it’s all he’s been thinking abt and he’ll just be kissing u senseless, burying himself completely into u while repeatedly mumbling little “missed you”s into ur skin

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sooo quickly bc he’s always so wrecked afterwards. he’ll help get u cleaned up and make sure ur okay but then he’s begging for cuddles and he’s already letting his eyes fall closed. will just pull u into him or will flop down on top of u and be all “just gimme ten minutes” but u know for a fact he’s gna have a full blown nap. it’s why he absolutely loves middle of the night sex bc it completely knocks him out

#levi colwill #m recs #smut recs #q things

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Not Your Boyfriend, Baby

Farleigh X Reader, SMUT - tw for cheating, reader both cheats and is cheated on

part two

Being Felix’s girlfriend comes with a set of rules.

Always stand to his right, so that he can hand you whatever he’s holding without having to think about it. Let him pull you into his lap whenever he wants, even if you’d really rather just sit next to him - always sit next to him. Laugh at the jokes he makes, even if they aren’t funny. Help him with his coursework when he asks, pretend that you need help with things that you know he’s good at so he doesn’t feel stupid. Pretend that he can make you cum. Pretend you don’t know he’s cheating on you.

Being Felix’s girlfriend comes with a set of rules - but the perks are worth it.

The necklace he got you for your birthday costs more than your first car, and if you ever sell it, will easily cover rent for at least a year. Designer clothes have a habit of appearing in your dorm room unannounced, always in your size - just because Felix likes when you look good next to him. No clubs are too exclusive to get into, there’s always a booth in the back of the pub reserved for you, people bend over backwards just for the chance of being in Felix’s vicinity - so naturally they’ll do anything for you.

You’re using him as much as he’s using you - it’s mutually beneficial. You get to live within his innermost circle, he gets to have someone to bring home to his parents so they don’t start looking into arranged marriages after graduation. You have no intentions of actually marrying him, god no - you’ve heard him talk about how many kids he wants, there’s no way in hell you’re pushing out six - but you’ll take what you can get. Felix is a comfortable rung on the social ladder you’re trying to climb.

“Right, love?”

Felix’s voice drags you out of your thoughts and back into reality - the warm lighting of the pub casts everyone around your table in a warm golden glow. You’re pressed against Felix’s right side - always his right side - his arm perched on the back of the booth around your shoulders, casually possessive. It’s a little funny how possessive he is, considering how often he cheats on you. On his other side, Annabel nurses a pint, her overlined eyes locked on Felix, utterly enraptured.

Across the table, India looks at him with the same hunger, even though her head rests on Farleigh’s shoulder. Farleigh looks how you feel - utterly bored, his eyes wandering the room as he idly smokes a cigarette. He’s always been prettier than Felix. More interesting too. If you weren’t trying to climb the social ladder high enough to marry rich and not have to work a day in your life, he’d be who you’re pressed against instead of Felix. There’s something about him that’s always given you the sense that he sees right through you, but it’s exciting. You know he knows why you’re here next to Felix, with a diamond he bought you around your neck. But Felix has no idea - he thinks you’re in love with him.

It’s laughable, how in his own head he is.

Still, you feed into the delusion, that practiced sugary-sweet smile playing at your lips as you look up at him. “Mhm.” You hum, picking up your pint and sipping at it.

Felix grins wide, and turns back to Annabel. “See?”

Annabel rolls her eyes, leaning around Felix to pin a look at you. “You weren’t even paying attention.”

The animosity that every other girl within a fifty mile radius directs at you is the one drawback of being Felix’s main piece. Your smile turns a little sharper. “Yeah.” You admit easily, setting your pint back down. “But I know Felix enough to know that he was probably right.”

Across the table, Farleigh snorts.

Your eyes slide over to him, and he meets your glance. Ever so slightly, he tilts his head, a dry smile playing at his lips - a silent, really?

You tilt your head in the same direction, mocking - yes, really.

Felix turns back to Annabel. “I’m always right, Anna - best get used to it.”

She rolls her eyes again, but this time it’s playful - flirty, even. You can already see how the rest of tonight is going to play out - Felix will make some excuse about drinking too much or not feeling well or whatever else his idiotic brain can come up with, and disappear back to his dorm room to fuck her. Tomorrow, of course, you’ll act like you’re none the wiser. In two weeks time, when the guilt starts to get at him, a new pair of heels or a Dior skirt will find its way into your closet.

Simply the way of things.

Pulling away from Felix’s hold, you make to get up. He glances at you, concerned, but you only smile, and kiss him on the cheek so that you can slide out of the booth. “Gotta use the loo.”

You brush your hands down your skirt as you stand up, and start towards the back of the pub, where the bathrooms are, tossing a look over your shoulder back at the table. You catch Farleigh’s eye, and hold it for a moment. His lips curl upward around his cigarette. With Felix likely going home with Annabel, your schedule for the night just opened up…

Maybe tonight’s the night you do something - someone - just for yourself. Set your plans for the future aside for once, and just have fun. After all, you’re confident Felix will be none the wiser - you know exactly what not to do after watching him fumble around with any and every other girl that’s caught his eye.

You disappear into the bathroom, Farleigh’s gaze still on you.

The noise from the pub is quieter here, just a dull hum seeping in through the walls. You lock the door behind you, and inspect yourself in the mirror. You smudge the dark eyeshadow around your eyes a little more, and fluff up your hair so that it doesn’t sit so lifelessly against your head. Your sex appeal back in place, you splash some water on your hands and pat them against your skirt before you leave, stepping back out into the pub.

As expected, Farleigh is waiting for you, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, finishing off his cigarette. A quick glance back at the table lets you know that you were right - Annabel and Felix are gone. India’s moved onto Jack now, laughing a little too loud at something he says.

“Felix said he wasn’t feeling well, all of a sudden.” Farleigh drawls, bringing your attention back to him. “Annabel’s walking him home.” There’s a touch of humor in his voice that you appreciate - he knows just as well as you do what they’re off to do.

“Shame.” You say, not bothering to try and sound actually sad at all. It wouldn’t fool Farleigh anyway. “Got tired of India?” You snatch the last of his cigarette from his fingers, finishing it off in one drag and dropping the butt to the floor, stamping it out with my boot.

Farleigh watches you, his eyes half-lidded. “Is there such a thing as not being tired of India?”

“She’s not all bad.” You say.

He tilts his head, that wry smile coming back to his face. “She’s not trying to fuck you.”

You can’t help but grin at that. “Touche.” You wouldn’t know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of India’s flirting - but if Farleigh’s boredom is anything to judge by, she must not be very good at it.

Silence falls between us, and you let yourself look at him, eyes tracing down the lines of his neck until you reach the hollow at the base, and then back up to his lips.

“So.” Farleigh says.

You meet his eyes again. “So.”

He grins, foxlike and charming. “You wanna get out of here?”

The walk back to campus is short, but it feels longer with how much you talk about with Farleigh - school and America and family and money and Felix and a million other, less important, things. It’s the most intellectually stimulating conversation you’ve had in a long time, and the most you’ve genuinely laughed in a while too. It’s everything you’ve been missing with Felix - and it makes the war between your want for fortune and fame in the future and your want for genuine connection rage all the more.

It comes to an end all too quickly for your liking, as you reach the steps to your dorm.

You slow to a stop, and Farleigh stops as well, looking down at you, hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Does it ever bother you?” He asks.

“What?” You reply.

“That he cheats on you.” Farleigh clarifies.

It’s a complicated question to answer, so instead you turn it around on him instead. “Does it ever bother you that he’s fucked India?”

Farleigh rolls his eyes. “That’s-”

“He does it to literally everyone.” You press on. “I stopped caring a while ago.”

Something contemplative washes over his face, and he just looks at you for a moment, eyes searching yours for something. His next question is quieter. “Who would you pick, if you weren’t stuck with him?”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “I’m not stuck with him.”

Farleigh looks at you, obviously amused. “I can see you trying not to roll your eyes every time he opens his mouth.”

You shrug. “The pros outweigh the cons.”

“So cynical.” He taunts, stepping closer. “You still haven’t answered the question.”

“I think it’s fairly obvious who I would pick if I wasn’t with Felix.” You say, letting him back you up the steps until your back is against the door. You look up at him, and meet his eyes.

He grins. “Yeah, but I want you to say it.”

“It’s you.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. “Like it would be anyone else-”

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, a moan leaving him as you deepen the kiss without waiting, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like cigarettes and vodka and it’s made all the more delicious by the little noises that keep working up his throat, elicited when you grab him by the belt and pull him closer so that you’re chest to chest. He groans when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and pull away, tugging him with you by the mouth. When you release him, he still follows after you anyway, chasing you for more.

Fingers still dancing on his belt, you smile. “Come up to my dorm with me?”

“Yes, fuck, please.” He already sounds debauched, and it sends a spike of heat straight down to your core. Felix would never deign himself to beg.

You push open the door to the dorm building, and start up the stairs, Farleigh trailing only a half step behind you. You fumble with your keys once you reach the door to your room, and Farleigh latches onto the back of your neck, trailing kisses across the sensitive skin that send a shiver up your spine.

Once you get the door open, you drag him inside and kick it back shut, locking it behind you.

Farleigh’s back on you in an instant, mouthing under your jaw. You wind a hand into his curls, pulling his head back from your neck. “Don’t leave any marks or Felix-”

He rolls his eyes, and cuts you off. “Duh.”

Without any more preamble he dives back into your neck, kissing along the length of it until he makes his way back up to your lips. You meet him in a kiss greedily, pushing off the door behind you and walking him back towards your bed. He hits the bedframe and breaks the kiss to sit on the edge. With a grin, you’re climbing into his lap and gently pushing him down until his backs flat against the mattress.

He’s so pretty like this - curls splayed out across your duvet cover, hands gripping onto your hips like you’ll float away if he lets go. You run a hand under his shirt, rucking it up so that you can see the way his stomach flexes when you touch him. Slowly, you dip your head down to lick a trail up his abdomen, never breaking eye contact.

He tips his head back with a shaky groan. “Oh, fuck.”

You grin, shifting forward so that you can nose under his jaw, lips ghosting across the shell of his ear. “What about you? Will India get mad if I-”

“Don’t fucking care, I want you to do it anyway.” He says, a little breathless. He’s so responsive - every little groan and whine shoots heat straight to your core. If sex with Felix was like this, maybe you wouldn’t have to pretend to be in love with him.

You sink your teeth into his neck just below his ear and he keens, his hips knocking up into yours. His fingers dig into your hips, bunching the fabric of your skirt into his fists like he’s holding on for dear life. You take the opportunity to start the slow roll of your hips as you work a chain of hickeys across his neck, scattering them artfully around his collarbone.

Deft fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up your spine until you get the message and pull it off yourself, flinging it somewhere in your room. Farleigh wiggles out of his own shirt underneath you, pushing the offending garment off the edge of the bed. Freed of your shirt, you reach behind you to unclasp your bra as well, tossing it in the same direction.

Farleigh’s eyes fall to your tits immediately, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate. “I see why Felix keeps you around-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You say with a smile. Even when you have him in your bed, he’s the same old Farleigh. It’s a breath of fresh air after having to pretend you like when Felix calls himself ‘daddy’.

Your skirt is next, and then the tights you’d had on underneath it as Farleigh works on his trousers, kicking them off the end of the bed. Only your underwear left, you resume grinding against him, watching as his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he uses his grip on your hips to work you over him harder.

“How do you want me?” You ask, leaning down to press more kisses along the length of his neck.

You expect him to respond - to tell you to turn over on all fours or ride him reverse cowgirl - but he only sighs in the back of his throat. “Whatever you like, baby.”

You press your lips to his in another greedy kiss, licking into his mouth and swallowing up the moans that slip past his lips. He’s not making it easy to think about going back to Felix after this. Felix, who calls himself ‘daddy’ and manhandles you around however he likes and hasn’t made you cum a single time. You can feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your underwear from how malleable Farleigh is underneath you - how he looks at you like he’d gladly do anything you ask him to.

You slip your fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and shuck them down his legs. Your own underwear are next, and then you’re grinding on him again, spreading your wetness up and down his length.

Farleigh’s grip tightens, and he tips his head back again. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he moans. “Mm.” He picks his head back up enough so that he can look at you. “I was going to ask if you wanted me to go down on you but - mm - I don’t think you need it- oh fuck!”

Rising up on your knees, you line him up and slide down him in one drop of your hips, lodging him inside of you. He’s longer than Felix is, but skinnier too so the stretch doesn’t sting as much. God, it’s like he was made for you, with how easily he reaches right where you need him to without even trying. You start to bounce, planting your hands on his chest for leverage and tossing your head back, losing yourself in the feeling.

Farleigh whines, a high pitched breathy thing that sounds like it’s been forced out of him as you start to move. Gently, you pry his hands away from your hips and pin them down over his head, just because he lets you do it. It’s a rush - that he’ll let you do whatever you want and take it happily - and it goes to your head. He strains against your grip but you don’t let up, working yourself up and down his cock just to watch his eyes roll up into his head.

“What- ahh, what are you doing?” Farleigh chokes out, straining against your grip again.

“Whatever I want.” You croon, whispering against his lips.

He snags you in a kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth hungrily as he plants his feet on the mattress, thrusting so that his hips meet yours on every downstroke. A sharp gasp forces its way out of your throat as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, and you can’t help but smile at him. It’s almost a novelty, the way he works with you instead of against you like Felix often does.

He grins back up at you, and tilts his chin upward to kiss you again. Breathy, he says, “Felix is an idiot.”

You choke on a moan as a particularly hard thrust jolts through you. “Why’s that?”

“He doesn’t know what he has.” Farleigh says. “I’ve fucked India and - fuck - Annabel and they’ve got nothing on you.”

You laugh and moan at the same time. “You don’t have to - mm - be nice just so I’ll let you cum in me.”

“I can be nice.” He breathes.

You ghost your lips over his neck. “You’re never nice.”

“I can be nice.” He insists, turning his head so that you can litter kisses along the length of his neck. You trail upwards until you reach the lobe of his ear, biting gently at the skin. “To you.”

“Careful.” You say. “Better stop now or I might think you’re in love with me or something-”

Farleigh tenses up beneath you, as a long groan escapes from his lips as he throws his head back. He thrusts three more times before he stills, slumping back down to the mattress, panting hard. His eyes flutter open, blown wide as he looks up at you.

You can feel a smirk playing on your lips. “Did you just cum?”

He has the decency to look a little ashamed. “Maybe.”

You laugh, and kiss him. “Well, what are we supposed to do now?”

“I’m good.” He insists, working his wrists free of your hold. “I can still- here, just-”

He pulls you to his chest and rolls on the mattress so that you’re underneath him now, and resumes fucking into you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. The change in position makes the feeling all the more potent, and a moan slips out from your lips.

Winding your arms around his shoulders, you rake your nails up his back, and feel him shiver against you. “Farleigh…”

“Don’t fucking do that.” He laughs. “I’ll cum again.”

You toss your head back against the pillow as he speeds up his thrusts, obviously trying to get you to cum before he’s too spent to keep going. You let your eyes flutter shut and enjoy the feeling of him against you, the tickle of his curls against your neck, the breathy moans that slip from his lips into your ear, the feeling of his teeth against your neck as he sucks a hickey into your skin-

“Farleigh-” You start, only to cut yourself off as the coil finally snaps and pleasure shoots through you. “Oh fuck-”

He groans, and shoves his face deeper into your neck as his thrusts slow to a stop. He slumps again, flopping on top of you with a long sigh.

When you come back to your senses, you tug on his hair until he grumbles. “You are such a dick.” You say. “I said no marks.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles into your skin.

“No you’re fucking not.” You retort.

He lifts his head out of your neck, that foxlike grin on his face again. “No I’m not.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” You ask.

He pulls out, and flops back down on the bed next to you, nosing back into the crook of your neck as he slings an arm over your chest. “Makeup. Wear your hair down.” He shrugs. “It’s Felix - he’ll probably think he did it.”

You rest your chin on the top of his head, the aftershocks of pleasure running through you. “‘M never having sex with you again.”

Farleigh snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

You smile into his hair, because he’s right. Of course he’s right. There’s no way in hell this isn’t going to become a regular occurrence.

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