#but if you enjoy that then im glad you can get your rocks off

[blueside-hobi]

Garbage tier masseuse

Lol I already know😘

#yeah i dont care about my job dude #easy schooling #im just there for the paycheck #i dont need creepy men who are pitching tents moaning about how good i make them feel #but if you enjoy that then im glad you can get your rocks off #ask #anon #i think this is the first hate message ive gotten so thanks #also what are the chances you're an lmt? not very high seeing as you use that term

[saleeba]

fool ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ betting on the phenomenon of unrequited feelings, you and jude have never dared to make the first move with the other until a reunion forces new questions to be answered.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, cursing, kissing, both jude & reader are pining idiots, fingering, p in v sex, marking, missionary, unprotected sex (jude pulls out but still pls practise safe sex!!)

a/n ♡ she's baaaack :D but first☝🏽alexa play fool by nct 127 !!!! the lyric "you’re a goddess but i’m a fool, what should i do?" was written for this fic in particular i just know it was :] anyway hehe this fic is based off this request so tysmm to anon for sending such an exciting prompt !! i hope yous enjoy 🫶🏽💗 WAIT P.S this isn’t proofread bc i lowkey am not rocking with it so i didn’t wanna put myself thru having to read it again & again … im sorry for any mistakes :’)

you had just gotten off work to a stream of relentless texts from your best friends’ groupchat — phone pinging off the rails whilst you were on shift, muffled buzzes from your bag making you wonder what on earth was worth blowing up in that whatsapp group on a random friday afternoon.

on the train back home, you tap open the green app, anticipating yourself easily spending the entire journey catching up on the three hundred-plus texts from your closest mates. you decide to start right from the beginning of the influx, thumb scrolling nonstop and eyes blurring from the rapid movement until they focus back on the screen where you stop, finally having reached the destination of the first text that set it all off. 

it was from none other than jude bellingham, and you were nearly embarrassed by the way your face instantly lit up upon reading his message. the groupchat’s golden boy had popped up after weeks of minimal contact, asking if he could take everyone for a night out tomorrow to make up for it, stating that he finally has some small gaps of free time between hectic pre-season schedules to allow him to do so.

it honestly warmed your heart that the first thing he wants away from football is to see you all. you’d been a band of good friends since the first year of secondary school, contact not necessarily strained as you all had a lot of love for each other but rather unspokenly reduced after leaving school two years ago and falling into busy university or career ventures.

instead of scrolling through to read and react to the plethora of follow-up texts after his, you ignore them and jump straight to typing your reply to his invitation, casting aside that nagging voice asking you: doesn’t that seem too desperate?

no, right? i’m just accepting his invitation, getting straight to the point, the convo ended half an hour ago anyway. you’re arguing with yourself now, feeling the need to give unnecessary excuses to nonexistent accusations. if you were to be honest with yourself, you were always self-conscious of the way you behaved around jude, even now debating on whether to add your signature heart emoji or if it’d come across as you trying too hard given your feelings for him; albeit them being feelings that no one knows about, not even him. you made sure for it to be that way.

with a mental note to get over yourself, you send an affirmative ‘i’m up for it!’, signature heart included, and quickly shut off your phone. heart beating so rapidly, you scolded yourself for getting so worked up over a mere reply and for definitely not getting over yourself. god knows how you’re going to handle seeing him in person. 

a sudden double buzz from your device does nothing to calm you down, instead dampening your hands with sweat when you grab it and see a pair of messages from him.

jude 🌟: heyy i’m so glad you can make it tomorrow :)

jude 🌟: can’t wait to see you!! ❤❤

he had messaged you separately for some reason and he had included two hearts… the overthinking starts for you again, without even beginning to think about what to reply this time, and you question why he couldn’t have just replied to you in the groupchat or why he couldn’t have just left the end of the messages with a ‘x’ like he usually does or why he would even say what he said in the last message. mind frantic and unable to clear itself, you thank yourself for having your read receipts turned off so you can have your mini meltdown without worrying about jude knowing you’d seen his messages multiple minutes ago. god, you were down so bad. 

you force yourself to open the messages app and send the most casual reply you can type.

you: can’t wait to see you too! ❤

you try to keep it short, sweet and nonchalant even if your fingers are itching to type more – more about how much you had missed him, more about what he was planning to wear tomorrow night so that maybe you could match your own outfit with him, more about your true, unfiltered feelings for him. it’s pathetic really; you hadn’t seen him in two years and the first thing you wanted to do was throw yourself at him, spilling all the secrets you’d been holding close for so many years. you leave it at that, put your phone on do not disturb mode and head on home, waiting for the long hours of friday evening to pass and saturday night to arrive.

***

and so saturday night rolls around and you just about finish touching up your makeup and smoothing out your dark blue dress before the doorbell rings, and you’re whisked away to the club by a couple of your girlfriends. 

as soon as you step your high heels into the building, you’re met with the sight of flowing booze and the noise of noughties r&b beats bouncing around the brightly lit walls. dragged by the hands of your friends, you find yourself standing next to a booth at the back of the club, the rest of the group now welcoming you latecomers with a loud cheer.

“finally, girls. you took your time!” one of your male friends remarks, ushering you all to sit down.

“oh god, what have we missed?” you beam, trying to scan the group amongst the strobing lights to catch a glimpse of the person you were really there for. 

“nah, you’re just in time because… first round’s on mister madrid!”

the callout breaks your friend group into a raucous holler as your gaze fixes onto the six foot-one footballer who stands up with an amused grin and a sigh of feigned defeat. your heart quickens and your smile turns into a state of near disbelief over how good jude looks right now – graphic white t-shirt hugging his biceps in all the right places and hanging over a pair of smart-casual black trousers.

“yeah, yeah, anything for my groupies,” he winks at no one in particular but your brain almost convinces you that he was looking at you while doing it. you send a shy smile his way just in case but what he says next has your mouth running dry. “help us out, will ya, y/n?”

you hesitate for a second too long for your liking, stumbling over your words while your friends peer at you. “uh… uh-huh, yeah, of course.” you answer as quick as you can, standing up on your feet slowly as to not trip over your now-shaking legs and send yourself flying into jude, and to avoid embarrassing yourself more than you think you already have.

he responds with a grateful smile and you follow him to the bar where he places an order for a round of drinks and some shots to be delivered to the group by the two of you. there’s an odd unfamiliarity to the silence between you both and you realise that you aren’t normally this quiet around jude, and neither is he around you; you would always joke that he’d be eligible to talk for england if he wasn’t already playing football for them. he’d retort with a comment about how his ears could almost fall off with the amount of chatting you do, and you’d dryly reply with a ‘well, they’re too big for your head anyway. look at the size of them!’ the pair of you were always as thick as thieves in the eyes of everyone else. which is why you didn’t expect it to be like this, especially after two years of not seeing each other – there was so much you wanted to catch up on from his world and so much you wanted to share from yours. you decidedly gain some courage and take the initiative to spark some conversation, get something going at least.

“soo, how have you been, then?” you’re both facing the bar, your head barely tilting in jude’s direction to indicate that yes, it is him that you’re talking to and not some random like he assumes you are with the way you’re positioned away from him, eyes just about turning to steal a glance of his figure but not to hold eye contact. “how’s la vida española?”

jude finds amusement in your sudden flaunt of the spanish language, a smile breaking out on his face, unseen to you since he’s still facing the same direction that you are, preoccupying his eyes with the myriad of bottles on the shelves while his mind searches for an apt reply.

“yeah, it’s been great, i think i wanna stay there forever,” jude laughs, his fingers tapping on the black surface of the bar. you can’t help the selfish feeling of your heart dropping at his confession. “i miss you, though, y’know… a lot.” 

this one confession forces your whole body to turn itself towards him, eyes now chasing after his to seek some form of sincerity, to see if he was just messing about or if he really meant what he just said. he shifts his head to face you now, a bashful look painted onto his features. the expectant silence says it all really; of course i mean it. 

you gulp and decide to break the quietness with a sarcastic, jesting “ugh…”, jude’s face dropping at what he thinks is genuine disgust from you. you realise your attempt to denounce the awkwardness has backfired.

“oh my god, you dickhead, i’m joking,” how is it that mere moments ago you were shaking at the sheer real-life presence of him but now you’d transformed into having this confident playfulness? and all of it without a drop of alcohol in your system as well – you’re quietly proud of yourself. “i missed you too, jude… a lot.” you coyly repeat his words. 

upon your turn of the confession, the bartender sets down your drink orders and the two of you wordlessly carry the trays over to where your friends are situated, the silence way more comfortable now that you’re both basking in assurance, unbeknown to the other that your hearts were racing at a hundred miles per hour.

***

not even two hours and an innumerable amount of shots later, you’re all a drunken mess; definitely not a surprise to a single one of you. what is a surprise is the way you’re strewn across jude, right leg wrapped around his left, head on his chest, swirling and sipping from what’s clearly an empty glass to any sober, sane person. you grumble and mutter a complaint about the lack of liquor in the booth, taking it upon yourself to head to the bar and order another round for everyone.

“i’ll come with you,” jude announces over the pounding of the music, standing up so quickly that his next five steps are staggered and he has to cling onto your arm to steady himself. “i’m fine, i’m okay.” he assures nobody that asked.

the two of you stumble your way into the path of the bar, determined to drink until the sun comes up and forget every strand of stress until the hangovers come knocking. jude’s soft grip on your arm has you being led in the opposite direction all of a sudden, though. 

“uhm, where are we going?” you question, head still turned to where the bar is located, about to ask him if he was so hammered he couldn’t walk in a simple straight line to get to where you’d planned to go. “jude?”

he’s silent, save for humming his way to his desired destination, and you question if he even knows where he’s leading you. before you make the choice of going along with him or leaving his clearly confused self to go cop your next cocktail, you find yourself in the disabled toilets, pushed up against the sink with the door not even shut properly, gasping at how rough jude is handling your body compared to his soft touches from before, and how close his face is to yours, warm breath fanning the skin of your lips. you weren’t strictly against it all but how the hell have you ended up like this? The alcohol and the questions come at you fast, dizzying your brain but you can’t help but feel so keenly anticipative.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pulls away from you, eyes fluttering closed so he can re-evaluate his actions, exhaling through his nose as if he was letting go of all doubts before continuing. “am i okay to do this?” he places his hands on your waist, pushing himself back into your space, his full lips more or less about to take yours. you have to refrain from letting the effects of alcohol take over your tongue and uttering back with a breathy ‘you can do whatever you want to me’.

instead, you answer with an earnest, eager nod, inviting his lips to finally do that one thing you had been dreaming of for so long, to kiss yours so silly that they’re left with the imprint of him. and jude does just that.

his mouth takes in yours so determinedly, shyness and hesitation now long-dissolved feelings for you both as your hands find home around the back of his neck, pushing his head further onto you, feeling the need to taste him more and more until you’re both consumed by each other. 

it’s a messy makeout, noses bumping and teeth clashing, but it’s oh so hot, the way he gasps into your mouth from breathlessness and pleasure, running and gripping his large hands over the material adorning your waist and hips as the need to rip it off you nearly overtakes him. to you, he’s so utterly intoxicating that a gallon of alcohol would pale in comparison to how dizzy his skin on yours makes you feel. 

you release a moan at the meagre thought of jude all over your body, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue over yours, filthy noises of wetness and carnality from the both of you reaching high pitch as jude somehow simultaneously pushes you against the sink and pulls you against his chest, his manhandling of you getting you even more hot and bothered before you’re both interrupted by the hub of people passing by and huddling right outside the bathroom, their self-occupied shouts and cheers dragging you out of the bubble that the two of you had wrapped yourselves in, almost sobering you up on the spot.

you push jude out of your way, gentle but abrupt, and give him a look of apologetic regret. “i-i’m sorry,” you say, jitterily walking past him and exiting the room without a second glance or word, heading straight to the booth where your friends are hollering and hurraying, occupied with shot-drinking contests. 

your girlfriends offer to go home with you when you lie and tell them you’re not feeling very well, but you decline them, instead telling them to have fun on your behalf and letting them know that you’ll try to text them once you get home safely. you can tell they’re confused by your shaken state and the absence of jude but you grab your bag and make your exit before the interrogation can even begin to brew.

you manage to grab a taxi back home, surprised by how competent you are despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and confusion in your brain. on the way there, you can’t stop the bouncing of your knee nor the racing of your psyche, asking yourself how and why whatever went down with jude went down like that. you curse at yourself for being so impulsive in starting and finishing the whole ordeal with him in the way that you did – you don’t know if it’s the empty, depressive drunk thoughts or just clarity from the whole jude thing that makes you feel like there’s no coming back from this at all. you feel like crawling into your bed and never coming out from it ever again. 

the taxi driver has to call for your attention multiple times until you reach earth again and pay him the journey’s fee. you go skulking all the way up to your front door, only letting out a breath that you feel like you’ve been holding since the beginning of the night once the door shuts behind you.

the rest of the night is quiet and orderly for you, telling yourself to not invite any more chaos into your brain and to simply drink some water and to go to sleep. waking up tomorrow morning is going to be painful in more ways than one.

***

you spend the rest of the weekend nursing a ferocious hangover and a frazzled heart, only contacting your friends to tell them that you got home fine and to joke that you probably need a century or two for this hangover to be gone. you thank the high heavens that they don't bring up the topic of you and jude 

you try not to think too much about jude, you really do, but sunday night has a couple of taps landing you on the instagram app and you learn that he’s already back in spain, pictures of him in training sliding across your phone screen on his story along with selfies with his teammates. usually, you tap that small red heart at the bottom and hope that he sees it amongst his millions and millions of notifications, a tiny ritual of yours that now has you feeling so pathetic that you don’t dare to do it anymore.

running a hand over your weary face, you set your phone down and opt to nap the night away, finding comfort in the non-intrusion from your friends and the no contact from jude, hoping to keep yourself busy and distracted with whatever the work week brings.

a ring from the doorbell rips through your flat just as you’re organising your pillows, forcing you to stop what you’re doing and ponder who could be at the door on a sunday while the clock ticks some minutes past one o’clock. you don’t recollect ordering any food nor are you expecting a delivery, especially not this late. 

trudging your way to the front door, you open it to find jude bellingham standing there and you feel an instant pang of regret, wishing you had peeked through the window to see who it could be, wishing you had pretended to not be in, wishing the ground would open up right now and swallow you whole  – anything to escape the confrontation that you’re now having to face. your face heats up with embarrassment and nerves but you manage to rupture the silence before your mouth can turn dry. 

“j-jude, hi,” you try and keep your greeting as polite and cordial as you can, even when all you really want to do is to chase him off your doorstep. “what are you doing here?”

your query has jude visibly gulping, hands fiddling with each other as he attempts to hold eye contact with you, his vision a bit blurry from exhaustion. “y/n… sorry, can i come in?”

you oblige, holding the door open wide before you guide him to the living room and invite him to sit down on the plushness of your sofa, settling yourself on the opposite end of it. you silently prompt him to say what he came here to say with a nod of your head. 

“uhm, i’m sorry for turning up unannounced, and so late…” ever the courteous. “i had to sneak away from the lads and catch the last flight to here so it was all a bit down to the wire.” he lets out a small, uneasy laugh.

you cut off his rambling with a curt “what do you want, jude?” you don’t mean for it to sound so rude but you still hold the attitude of wanting to get this over and done with, already feeling annoyance at yourself for even letting him into your home. 

“right, yeah, i actually wanted to talk about what happened on saturday,” he goes back to fiddling with this thumbs, eyebrows furrowed but he avoids looking at you this time. not that you can blame him because your own vision shifts to anywhere but his direction. “i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable a-and please tell me if this is inappropriate, but i haven’t stopped thinking about last night, i haven't stopped thinking about you, i-i’m sorry, i know this is all so silly and you probably don’t even feel the same bu-”

you stop him right there, this time with good reason as you can’t bear holding back your real emotions, not when he’s practically given you the green light to spill the contents of your heart.

“no, jude, i didn’t feel uncomfortable at all,” you assure him, gaze now on the footballer in front of you and you almost can’t believe the words leaving your mouth right now. “i wanted it to happen, i’m glad it happened, you know, i think i’ve had dreams about it happening,” you try and offset any tension with a timid chuckle before turning quite pensive. “i really like you, jude, i have for a long time… god, sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you return to making light of the situation you’ve put yourself in, the timidness sinking back in as quick as the relief lifts you up. 

jude moves closer to your now-cowering body, knees touching as your heartbeat surges with worry and self-consciousness all wrapped up into a tight, miserable ball. he puts his sweat-dampened hands into yours and squeezes in silent assurance before raising them up to his lips and laying a chaste kiss on the heated skin.

he can’t help but break out into a sweet smile, eyes threatening to crinkle at the edges. your face is still sketched with tension and now confusion has joined the mix.

“i can’t tell you how long i’ve waited to hear that from you, how much i needed to hear it,” your eyes meet his, widening in surprise a little. “i’m a fool for not telling you sooner… i like you, y/n, i really like you.” he repeats your own words back at you, leaning in with a smattering of amusement dancing in his vision. 

“can i kiss you?” the question leaves your lips faster than you can even process it in your brain.

jude wastes no time in replying with a firm pressing of his mouth on yours, deepening it within seconds, the need to cement his feelings for you being told through the way he cradles your head in his hand, leaning you back onto the arm of the sofa to further intensify the kiss. your lips move along with his, the soft weight of his body pressed against yours making you whine into his mouth in ecstasy.

he lifts off of you with a puckering of his swollen lips, the both of you taking the chance to draw in some air and attempt to regulate your breathing pattern.

“please take me to the bedroom,” you beg, breathless from the sheer sight of his dark eyes and pretty pout. there’s no fight nor denial from jude as he picks you up and prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, quickening his pace once you point in the direction of your room.

he lays you down on the bed so gently, lips latching onto yours once again before they travel down your jaw and over the warm skin of your neck. the light touch of his fluttering eyelashes married with the pressure of his soft lips has your head spinning, hands tentatively laid on top of your sheets since you don’t trust yourself to not grab his head and bring it back to your lips. his fingers tinker with the waistband of your pyjama trousers, stretching it off your skin before he asks permission to peel them down your legs. 

once they’re cast away in some corner of your bedroom, jude divides your legs by the underside of your knees, tucking himself into the now available space between them, turning onto his side and resting on his left forearm. he leaves a small kiss over your covered cunt and you try your best to not just clamp his head in between your thighs and smother him with your growing wetness here and now. 

“need to get you ready, baby,” the sudden mention of the petname has you throbbing, squirming even more when he traces a line from your clit down to where there’s a small damp spot forming on the dark material of your underwear.

“jude, please,” you whine out, lifting your hips in a desperate bid to get the boy to strip your lower half completely. 

he shushes you in his own charming way, making sure to comply with your demand by getting up onto his knees and discarding your soaked panties in a matter of seconds, the cold air generated by his large hands whipping them off you hits your exposed pussy, making you hiss through gritted teeth.

jude returns to the gap between your spread legs, sitting back but still on his knees, his higher position causing you to shift onto resting your body weight on the palms of your hands in order to peer at his actions – which start with him re-tracing that same teasing line from your aching clit to your hole with his thumb, the feeling now so intense on your unclothed skin. he hums in what sounds to be satisfaction when you throw your head back in pleasure, taking it in his favour to slip his index finger into the tightness of your pussy. 

you release a guttural groan at the feeling of finally having some part of him inside you; you of course don’t want this to be the only part but you’re still so very grateful, so fucking grateful he’s now rubbing at your clit in delicious rounds, thumb tracing circle after circle while his fingers form a pair, pistoning in and out of you so easily due to the way your cunt douses itself with every move of jude’s. 

“fuck, baby,” jude moans at the sight of his soaked digits every time they barely pull out of that pretty pussy, his thumb torturing your sensitive bud increasingly so, the cries and whimpers spilling from your lips an incentive for him. “feel so good and tight around my fingers, can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my dick.” 

his words have you absolutely reeling, writhing against his hand to try and chase that moment of release. 

“please, jude, i’m so close,” you’re warning and demanding at the same time, almost begging him to not stop or even think about moving his fingers out of you. “god, please, i need it,” 

jude suddenly retracts both of his hands, leaving you bare and empty. “no way, baby, need to have you cumming on my cock or not cumming at all,” he comments with a shake of his head, denying you the opportunity of leaking your cum over his hand. upon seeing your bewildered face, he makes up for it by putting on a show of licking your juices clean off his fingers, the digits popped inside his mouth and dragged right back out with a low moan, him praising the way you taste. 

“move up the bed for me, angel,” he orders, watching you while he stands up and unclothes himself as quick as he can. you scoot backwards, legs still spread open like they’ve been locked in that position, before pulling your oversized t-shirt off of you, chest void of a restricting bra . “good girl,” he praises, crawling up to hover his body over your laying one, cock in hand as your legs come to wrap around him. “are you still okay with this? we can stop at any point, okay?”

the sincerity of his voice has you melting. some would remark that the bar is in hell for you but the truth is that you hadn’t been with anyone like this for more months than you could count on your hands. you've been touch-starved and lacking words of affirmation for so long, and you needed something to be only about you for once. 

“i’m more than okay with this,” you smile up at him, nodding to make your approval fully known. “and yes, i know i can stop you if i need to.”

jude reciprocates the same smile before leaning in and smothering your lips with his, pushing his cock into your tight wetness, so tight that your pussy almost pushes him back out, not used to being penetrated by something so thick.

“oh my god!” the feeling of tightness/fullness has you both gasping out the same thing at the same time, erupting into quiet giggles when the two of you realise your matching reactions. 

jude’s mouth finds its way back home in the embrace of your lips and you swear this is heaven, the way his cock slides in and out of your sopping cunt, set at such a perfect pace, the slight friction causing you to grow even wetter – the filth of it all contrasts so well with the sweetness of his muffled moans and tender kisses on your neck, moving down onto your collarbones and tits.

a particularly harsh thrust of his cock has your back arching, chest pushed up to his heated face, and he takes this golden opportunity to wrap his lips around your erect nipple, spending a good while sucking and tugging on the skin around it. you’re amazed at how his cock doesn’t relent inside you, the speed still so quick and consistent even when he’s so occupied in painting splotches on your tits with his mouth.

“there,” he pants out, pulling his head back and marvelling at his own creation. “now, there’s no doubt that you’re really mine.” the smile he gives you is a killer.

you whine at his declaration of you belonging to him, scratching at his shoulders and calling out his name to indicate that it’s all too much for you, that you’re so, so close to cumming on his cock and really giving him what he wants rather than pleasing yourself. you figure that’s you gone now; you’re more willing to put the boy above your own needs because you’re down that fucking bad for him.

“fuck, jude, i’m gonna cum!” you sob, your moans becoming more frequent and higher pitched, legs starting to shake from the intoxicating mix of exhaustion and delight. you’re frantically chanting “please, please, please” into his mouth which parts to swallow your whimpering, wet lips kissing your trembling ones. 

“go on, baby, cum for me, cum all over this cock,” he groans out, eyes squeezing shut when the feeling of your pussy clamping down tightly on his thickness proves too much to handle, face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. he knows you don’t need his permission, he would’ve let you orgasm as many times as you wanted to, would’ve let you use him like your own personal sex toy, but the words were only there to keep you going when his hips felt like faltering – he needed you cumming on his cock like he promised before, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up himself.

a final scream rips from your throat as you cum hard around jude, pussy clenching and pulsating around his cock so sporadically you thought you were having two orgasms at once. jude can’t handle it anymore, pulling out with a myriad of moans as he pumps his shaft with a hand, decorating the expanse of your lower abdomen with warm, white liquid. you’re still squirming, slowly trying to wheeze out the remaining whimpers from your lungs which you’re finding hard to do with the way jude pants and moans above you, the boy so spent he can’t help but breathe like he hasn’t had access to air for the past hour.  

he flops down by your side, arms and legs sprawled like a starfish, chest rising and falling as he attempts to recuperate from the mindblowing sex you two just had. the image is so unserious that you can’t stifle your giggles but you decide to take another step of courage to lay on your side resting your head on his shoulder, fingers stroking his abs and playing with the curly hairs of his happy trail. 

the room is quiet now with the scent of sex wafting through your nostrils on occasion but it’s the most comfortable silence you’ve experienced with jude, the feeling of his hot skin on yours so soothing to you.

after a period of panting, jude clears his throat and your ears prick up at the presence of sound. he turns his head towards you and you lift yourself up and off him out of instinct – you want full attention on him.

“i don’t want this to be a one-time kinda thing, y’know,” he proclaims, biting his lip from saying too much in one go.

“what, is this your way of saying you want round two already?” you joke, nose crinkling at the way he rolls his eyes playfully.

“shut up,” he delivers a poke to your side. “i mean, well, i don’t want either one of us to see this as a spur-of-the-moment thing, i just…” you look at him expectantly, silently telling him to continue. “i want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.” 

you’re nearly knocked back by his words, wondering if they’re real or if you’re simply just hearing things. you thought dialogue like that, coming from him, was only reserved for your imagination, kept secret and only spoken to you in late-night mental scenarios that would comfort you on your way to slumberland.

you let out a laugh that’s an odd mix of relief and disbelief, quickly replying “yes, yes, of course” to his awaiting face, which releases a look of relief itself before jude captures your lips with such passion you’re both knocked back onto the plush pillows, giggling into each other’s mouths until your hands find themselves running down the defined muscles of his abdomen and over his hardening cock.

#girlies i’ve never had alcohol in my life so i hope the way i wrote reader & jude being drunk was ok !!! 🫶🏽 #then again i’ve never had sex in my life and i write extensively about it so u know . 😭😭😭 #guys imagine if before every smut fic i wrote a disclaimer like ‘guys i-i’ve never had sex before but i hope i did okay with this 🥺🥺' LMAO #ALSO omg im sorry abt the inconsistencies in tone + tempo i legit wrote this over a 5 month period + came back to it at times when i didnt #feel like writing + i was just tryna get to the good bit iykwim ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) #˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗ #˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗ #jude bellingham #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #football imagine #footballer smut #footballer imagine

[gay4abby]

Hi sweet can i request something about sleeping with jordan? like if they would be big or little spoon, if they snore... i bet they murmurs when you leave their arms and smile when see you peacefuly sleeping ❤️‍🩹 I saw someone saying on twt that there is a glimpse of Jordan with his leg over Marie's body when they wake up together and I'm still thinking about it damn 🥴

When You Sleep !!

iiiiii REMEMBER THIS!! EP 5 i rewatched that scene so many times im pretty sure my cia agent was concerned so glad u sent this in hope u enjoy! (y/p stands for your pronouns ☺️) ‹𝟥

⋆ Contrary to popular belief, Jordan is both a little spoon and a big spoon.

⋆ When you guys are cuddling, they like to make sure your head is in between their shoulder blade and neck. Having you as close as possible was always a must for Jordan.

⋆ The pair of you like to take naps together in either dorm room, planning on sleeping for only 2 hours but then waking up and realising it's three a.m.

⋆ It's funny actually, you'll miss class and then you're both sweaty from all the maneuvering which means you have to take a shower. And what better way to get cleaned properly than having someone there to make sure you got all the right places.

⋆ Jordan likes to have their hand cradling your neck while they sleep. A lot of time you'll feel their hand brushing along the nape of your neck, drawing circles along the hairline. Sometimes it’s fine unconsciously, others is when they’re anxiety is through the roof and they need some grounding.

⋆ Whenever you’re sleeping, Jordan sometimes lays watch just to study you. They actually can’t believe they’ve met someone as divinely perfect as you and it sometimes makes them second guess themselves.

⋆ Jordan doesn’t snore, but they do this thing where it seems like they’ll stop breathing for a second and it scares the living shit out of you that they have to tell you it’s completely normal and they can’t really do anything about it.

⋆ They have full blown conversations in their sleep! One time, you guys were napping and you thought you were dreaming until you turned around to see Jordan just…talking. Like as if they were awake.

⋆ “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” “It wasn’t supposed to go there and now you’ve gone and fucked it all up!” “You’ve ruined the surprise what if (y/p) doesn’t like it anymore ):” AND YOU’LL SEE THE FROWN TOO RIGHT AFTER THEY SAY THAT.

⋆ Their dreams are very vivid and you’ll catch them reenacting whatever the fuck is going on in their heads. It’s nothing ever traumatic, just sweet wholesome dreams that consist of them always wanting to do something for you.

⋆ “Babe, you were talking in your sleep again.” “I was? Fuck! Did I say anything embarrassing?”

⋆ They’re so clingy!!! You’ll wake up from your over extended nap and find your limbs completely tangled up with Jordan’s. And depending on which form they take during that time, like their male form, you’ll find yourself smothered by their whole body.

⋆ Getting up to pee is a workout. Even though Jordan is much smaller than you in their female form, their strength is an unbeatable match. They’ll have their arm secured tightly around your waist and when you try to move it’s rock solid so you’ll just bounce back with a huff.

⋆ Blanket hogger Jordan Li! My god, trying to share a blanket with them is like participating in a tug of war match. You love sleeping with them, so that’s why you always make sure to have your own blanket when you take your nap sessions.

⋆ Jordan smiles in their sleep, A LOT. Like sometimes you think you’re going crazy, but they be cheesing and you always wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of theirs.

⋆ Jordan likes it when you fall asleep first because they want to make sure you’re safe and sound before drifting off. They’re always on high alert before your nap sessions and they sometimes thinks it’s too much, but you always reassure them that you love it badly.

⋆ So, Jordan talking in their sleep. Let’s get back to that. If it’s not full blown sentences, you’ll catch them just softly saying your name over and over again. Like a mantra.

⋆ You’re in class and Jordan has a day off, you’ll get a string of texts telling you to come back to their room when you’re done with classes because they have something prepared. And you walk into their dorm to see a mountain of clouds (it’s a bunch of blankets) on the ground with a makeshift awning.

⋆ “Surprise!” “What’s all this?” “We’re barricading ourselves in my dorm for the entire weekend and you can’t say no.” “Wasn’t going to anyway, baby.”

⋆ You both wear each others clothes before you take a nap because “it makes you feel closer to one another,” you guys are disgustingly cute.

⋆ Jordan in their female form cuddling you is so adorable!!!!! because she has both arms wrapped around you from the back so even if their arm falls asleep they wouldn’t care. She quite literally disappears when she’s behind you.

⋆ Depending on the length of your hair and texture, Jordan would sometimes play with the strands while you sleep (and if you don’t have any hair at all, they’ll just massage your temples and give you head rubs ): I’m choking).

⋆ Jordan moves a lot in their sleep. When you both started your nap sessions, they were hesitant because they hope that didn’t bother you. After you guys woke up, he asked if it did and you looked at him confused like ??? What the fuck are you talking about?

⋆ “So I didn’t move at all?” “Jordan, what? We were in the same position for 2 hours.” And alarm bells go off in their head like !!!!!!! you’re my cure!!!!

⋆ Since your naps span on for hours, you’ll both wake up thirsty and sweaty, prompting them to dive into their mini fridge to get you both cold water bottles.

⋆ Jordan doesn’t like the pillows you have because they said that it’s not as comfortable as it is laying on you. So when they’re the little spoon and the nap session is happening in your dorm, you are their human body pillow!!!

⋆ And when they’re the big spoon, they just bring their own pillows lol.

⋆ Nap sessions have become tradition with you both since you’re both always so sleepy. Jordan never passes up the opportunity to be able to nap with you, it’s a different level of intimacy that Jordan isn’t used to.

⋆ You make them crave domesticity, so the naps give them a semblance of that. You are their home and they feel comfortable being able to sleep however when it’s with you.

#jordan li x reader #jordan li x gn!reader #jordan li x you #jordan li #gen v x reader #gen v #‹𝟥 requests

[strwberri-milk]

Just read one of your ao3 fics and immediately came here. Could you possibly do Kaeya's first reaction to reader squirting for the first time?

ooo nice!! i didnt konw if people would really see my tumblr from my ao3 so im glad to hear that <33 also i. literally just accidentally posted this so people who sent asks before this/a few days ago YES i have your asks i just forgot to save this as a draft im sorry ;-;

One thing about Kaeya is he is incredibly diligent in whatever he does. He does everything to 100%, even if it doesn't seem like it. What his priorities are is an entirely different matter.

This is doubly so whenever it comes to you. He adores you with every fiber of his being, loving to be around you and spend time with you and learn what makes you laugh and smile. Making you happy is the only thing he thinks he's okay with doing for the rest of his life.

When you first began to spend nights at his place he liked to try and rile you up, see what kinds of things get you going and how to make you a flustered mess. It was a fun past time of his and he really quite enjoyed it.

Once you started having sex with him you realised fully the true extent of his devotion to you. He used his body to make you melt under his hold, desperate for more and more of him. It didn't matter how much you pushed against him, as long as you didn't tell him no, he had no issues working over the edge over and over again.

His favourite was to see how much overstimulation you could take after a bout of edging before the only thing you could say was his name, body shaking as sweat ran down your skin that he couldn't help but kiss. The way your hands trembled in his as he held you could make him rock hard in an instant, gently nosing against you with the light ask of "again?" in that soft husky voice you could never resist.

All of his experimentation paid off one night in a big way, and the only way you could describe his reaction was excited. You knew in you'd never rest again after this joint discovery, but the way he pulled you into his chest made you not mind too much.

"Fuck, you're doing so good," Kaeya pants into your ear, ramming into your used hole over and over.

Your nails are scratching against his chest, pressed up against him in a way that would be uncomfortable were it not for him stealing any coherent thought you could have with the way he's fucking you. It's endless, almost maddening but you can't help the way your body reacts. His hands hold your hips still, forcing you to take whatever it is he wants to give you as your knees weakly rest against his waist.

"Mmn, Kaeya -" you keen, feeling another orgasm beginning to crest.

He was fighting for this one, feeling you on the precipice for a while now but for some reason, he wasn't yet able to push you over the edge. Now that it was coming again, he had to just have it. Your walls were clenching so tightly over him and you were biting your lip again, trying to hide your moans from him but he would just have to ignore it for now.

Kaeya is relentless, sitting up and pushing your thigh towards your chest so he can mount you better, watching as your body bounces against the sheets hungrily. There's nothing he loves the sight of more and when your expression begins to shift he knows he has you.

He fucks you through the orgasm, chasing his own peak as he feels your arousal soak his pelvis. The sound you make and the feeling is so erotic it makes him cum on the spot, almost collapsing onto you as his hips continue grinding into you slowly.

"You fucking squirted," he huffs into your ear, almost offended you held out on him.

"Why are you mad at me?!" you retort, brain too fuzzy to think right as you smack his face in retaliation.

"Have you never done that before?" You shake your head and an evil grin spreads across his face as he flips you over, pulling your back into an arch as he manages to get his half-hard cock inside of you.

"Really? I'll see how many times I can make you do it then," he practically growls at you, brutal pace starting up again.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut

[tinykonig]

Ghost x reader headcannons

im so glad you guys are enjoying these??? i love making them and its helping me procrastinate finals :) as always these are written for afab, and sometimes include references feminine terms. if you like how i write for ghost, send me a lil request and i might turn it into something :)

NSFW indicated in post 🤍

Genuinely it takes fucking forever for Ghost to admit having feelings for you. He is in denial for soooo long

What finally makes him crack is getting critically injured on a mission and all he can think about is how he should have told you

He resolves to tell you once he comes to in the hospital. He figures it would be stupid to waste any more time

You come to see him and you think he doesn’t want you there because he can’t make eye contact with you and that’s rare for him

You just kind of awkwardly apologize for coming and turn to leave and he just barks out “Wait.”

When Ghost is getting something off his chest he gets it all out. So he’s just very bluntly telling you that you were all he could think about when he thought he was going to die and he doesn’t see the point in hiding how he feels any longer

At the end of his speech he looks at you and you are getting a little emotional and this motherfucker has the audacity to be like, “… why are you crying?”

Like you just spilled your heart out to me give me a break!!!

His entire body relaxes when you tell him you feel the same way. He didn’t even realize how tense he had been

You don’t leave his side until he’s recovered and able to fully function back to normal

He doesn’t say thank you with his words but rather his actions. His eyes tell you everything anyways

Sometimes he will glance around him to make sure no one else is watching and then just lift you into the most earth shatteringly wonderful hug

Puts you down after a few seconds and returns to whatever he was doing without a word. You grew used to this eventually

So protective. Like wont even let you walk on the side of the sidewalk thats closer to the road. Puts himself between you and any dangers

You will be his passenger princess. There is no way he lets you drive sorry thats his job, he looks damn good doing it so you dont mind

(holds your hand over the center console)

Big on acts of service. Does little domestic things for you like folds your laundry while you take a nap and offers to cook dinner every other day

Stares at you when you sleep. He thinks you look so angelic and peaceful and it makes him feel all warm inside but he’s definitely scared the shit out of you a few times

Not a fan of going out a lot. He’s a homebody when he’s not in the field

The best listener!!! He will offer advice when you ask for it or will just lend you sympathy when you don’t want advice

He does have his moments where he needs his space, and if you try to push him he can get mean

After he’s recharged and feeling back to normal he is touch. starved.

Likes to spoon, likes to watch movies with you in between his legs and laying on his chest, likes standing behind you while you are doing anything and just holding your hips

He always buries his face in your neck and just breathes deep. Could drown in your scent and be happy

It takes him awhile to remove his mask freely around you because its a feeling of vulnerability that just gnaws at him

He warms up to it over time and you see his face more and more often. Loves that you act the same either way

He has dimples (fist fight me if you disagree)

He can grow a killer beard, but trims it based on your preference because he doesn’t care either way

Very thoughtful with gifts and always remembers your birthday (sometimes forgets his own)

Knows your order for every restaurant and will make sure its correct and if its not he IS letting them know. How dare they

Literally mocks whatever accent you have constantly. Playfully but he’s brutal

If you are being stubborn he is not against just picking you up and slinging you across his shoulder

Sleeps like a rock this one

Likes to watch sports on tv and catches himself cheering his team on and then gets embarrassed (its so fucking cute)

If his mask is off and he sees any exposed part of your skin- he’s biting

And then going about his business like he didn’t just bite you???? So weird

NSFW BELOW THIS POINT

The biting happens in the bedroom too, specifically when he cums. Your neck will have teeth marks

Switch, switch, switch

His bedroom eyes are soo severe , he just gives you a single half lidded stare and your clothes are coming off

He loves to degrade you, he doesn’t talk a lot but when he does he is telling you how pathetic you look crying on his cock

Loves to be degraded too :) Whines if you call him pussy drunk (because he is)

A little rough but king of aftercare

Loves watching you come undone on his fingers. Has a thing for wearing his gloves when he fingers you

OVERSTIMULATION thats all

Against the wall is a specialty of Simons

Grunts a lot, growls sometimes when he is close

You go down on him and he sometimes lets go and moans

Always returns the favor

Doesn’t do quickies or risky places

Will do about anything else

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #genie writes cod #THE GHOST POST IS HERE FOLKS

[cowboydisaster]

Christmassy idea idk if I’m too late with this but I just thought of it- Arthur dresses up like Santa to surprise Aspen and the new baby🥹🥹

* ˚ ✦ Starlight * ˚ ✦

pairing: arthur morgan x f!reader word count: 900 a/n: Merry Christmas!! Thank you for this prompt, im glad you enjoy the little christmas universe.

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: CHRISTMAS DAY!

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“Aspen? Honey, I think someone's at the door.” You nod towards the threshold, a smile tugging at your lips as she peeks up from her seat at the table, abandoning her gingerbread men to look towards the door. 

“Who momma? Is daddy home?” She asks, a little spark in her eyes at the thought of her father. You pull the curtain back gently. Starlight trickles in as you fight a smile. 

“I don't know, baby. Why don't you bundle up and we'll go see.” 

She nods, and you help her zip up her coat, pull the boots over her feet. You add a scarf and gloves too, always erring on the side of caution. Aspen is so sweet and patient, waiting excitedly to check outside. She waits until you scoop Iris from her bassinet, and bundle the two of you up. 

The baby yawns, big blue eyes peering around, looking for her daddy no doubt.You smirk, holding her swaddled form close to your chest, leading Aspen towards the door. Your dog Bear rushes out first, barking loud, playing in the snow.

“Go on.” You smile warmly when she looks up to you, and then she pulls the door handle, revealing her surprise. 

Snow falls in beautiful intricate flakes, coating everything in white, falling upon fence rails and the big red wagon that is stopped in your front yard. Sugar and Jasper, yours and Arthur's steeds, stand proud at the front, decorated with red bridles and harnesses. 

The two horses bump their noses together, whinnying and entertaining each other as your husband– no, as Santa Claus himself steps down from the red wagon. 

Arthur had been gifted the outfit from an old friend, a designer from Saint Denis; his name was… Wasp, something or other. The rest had been Arthur's idea. The beard, the wagon, he'd planned it all. You had let him go along with it, seeing how much joy he gets out of spoiling them, making Christmas magical. 

“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa calls– with a particularly southern drawl, you note– as Aspen runs across the yard, a fit of giggles erupting from her chest. 

“MOMMA!” Aspen turns back to you, screaming. Her little cheeks are pink, a smile stretches ear to ear, “It's the real Santa Claus!” 

You rock Iris in your arms, watching the scene play out. Wishing you could live in it forever. 

Arthur helps Aspen climb into the wagon as she marvels at all the bells and whistles. She tells him how good she's been, how much she loves her family. She also tells Santa that her baby sister should be on the naughty list for crying too loud sometimes. Santa has no qualms with that one. 

Iris is far too little to stay out in the cold for very long, so after her nose begins to turn pink, you nod to Arthur, signaling that you'll be stepping back in the house. 

From your seat in the living room, rocking your daughter, you can see the pure joy in Aspen’s eyes. She sits on top of the wagon with Arthur, and he takes her for a ride around the property, talking to her all about Christmas. 

Iris stirs when the door flies open, your little girl running through. 

“Santa took me on a ride!” She hollers, pinks tinged pink from the cold. She pulls her scarf and boots off, dropping them by the front door, “He said ‘Goddamn!’”

Your eyes pop open wide, flickering up to your eldest, “He said what?” 

“Yep! He tripped and he yelled Goddamn!” 

“Baby–” You snort, covering your face with your hand, “Please don't say that word, okay?” You try not to laugh, knowing it will spur her to keep saying it. She nods, pure joy lingering in her eyes. Magic.

“Good, thank you.” You smile at her sweetness, “Go ahead and get in bed, honey. It's way past bedtime, and we have to get to sleep so Santa can sneak our presents under the tree before he leaves. I'll be in shortly to read you a story, alright?” 

— — — 

Bear’s head raises from its comfortable position as Aspen slides out of her bed. She knows it's way past her bedtime, knows that she should have stayed put, waited for you, but she can't help it.

She has Arthur's curiosity. She has your knack for mischief. The door doesn't creak as she pushes it open, little feet padding across the chilly wooden floor, down the hallway.

Ponderous eyes peek around the corner into the living room, going wide as dinner plates. There is a small pile of foil-wrapped presents under the Christmas tree, but more of her attention is locked onto the scene in front of the Christmas tree. 

She gasps, her little hand covering her mouth, suppressing giggles. She runs back to her room, and this time, her little padding feet reach your ears. She jumps back into bed, pulling the blankets up, giggling.  “Bear!” She whispers, gripping onto his big face, “Momma was just kissing Santa Claus!!”

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#divider by cafekitsune #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x female reader #bea's christmas countdown #cowboydisaster's christmas countdown #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan fluff

[islandofsages]

darling heart.

summary: in which you are someone who participates in/identifies with jirai kei culture.

characters: heartslabyul boys x gn reader

tags: relationship not specified, fluff, imagines format

warnings: mentions of mental health, mentions of self-destructive tendencies

author's notes: hiiii this is very self-indulgent bc i am a jirai kei babe,, im specifically a jirai danshi <3 i might do for other dorms too, depending on my motivation lol you can find out more by searching up jirai kei tho dont just read the jfashion wiki for it, it's more than just a fashion style. also beware of potentially triggering stuff since it deals with mental health and all

Riddle Rosehearts

He’s intrigued by this subculture that you participate in and he’d ask you more about it, if you don't mind telling him - he’ll do his own research too anyway

When he finds out it's basically a subculture consisting of people with emotion dysregulation issues and is generally controversial, he checks up on you and asks you if you're okay or not

You laugh then – you’ve had your ups and downs but really, so has everyone. You hope reading about it hasn't scared him off

He’d feel like calling you a “landmine type” is too insensitive but you assure him that there's nothing to worry about and that people who participate in the subculture has reclaimed such stereotypes and fully embrace it

He’d really enjoy seeing you decked out in jirai kei fashion; he may want to try it himself but he’d insist that it's not in his place to participate, only support from the sidelines

You do get him to try out clothes that are similar to or inspired by the culture though – he seems to be comfortable in the style and you're happy that something that you enjoy can also bring the same joy to him

You’ll also recommend some songs to him, especially ones that you think would help him in studying despite the sometimes concerning lyrical content

If someone tries to bully you for identifying with the subculture, he’d step in immediately and defend your honor

“What right do you have in deciding what (Y/N) identifies with? That's what I thought. I’m always in the right.”

Through your downs and ups, Riddle will always be there for you.

Ace Trappola

He has heard of it before but he thought it was only a type of fashion, not a whole subculture with more substance to it than clothes

You’d infodump to him all about it and your journey with it, whether you just discovered it or have been identifying with it for a long time – he listens to you curiously all the while

He’s caught off guard for a moment by the more controversial and depressing part of it but he quickly recovers

He’s happy for you and glad that you’re comfortable having such a culture define a part of you

Though he implores not to do all the self-destructive stuff if you could and he’ll look out for you more just in case

He definitely thinks you rock while wearing your jirai kei outfits; it’s not his style but he wouldn’t mind trying it once, just to get a feel for the style

“Yeah, this is definitely not my thing… you, on the other hand, look pretty awesome.”

You’d give him a link for your playlist (or a playlist you’ve saved) and he’d listen to it when he’s bored – ends up adding a few songs to his personal playlist

If he finds anyone stereotyping you unnecessarily, he’ll call them out, saying as if they’re any better

Despite everything, you are still uniquely you in his eyes.

Deuce Spade

He apologizes for not knowing too much about it when you bring it up and you tell him it’s okay because it gives you an excuse to ramble about it

You tell him what it entails and how you’ve come to find out about it, sifting through your past experiences both good and bad

He tries very hard to be understanding, even if he doesn’t really get it. You’re just grateful to have his support

“I don’t really get it but it gives you a sense of community, right? I think that’s pretty cool!”

He’s also a little concerned about the mental illness part so he’d regularly check up on you to make sure you’re doing okay

He’d ask you to tell him more about your experiences with the subculture if you have any more and if anything exciting happens, you go to him first

Such as acquiring a brand new article of jirai kei clothing for example! He thinks the style is super pretty and fits you really, really well

He’d listen to the music together with you, sharing earphones and all – maybe he would even listen to them while he tries to do anything

He’ll be your guard dog and bite back whoever dares to make fun of you for being part of the subculture’s community you’ll have to calm him down sometimes

You couldn’t ask for a better cheerleader than him.

Cater Diamond

He’s always known about the subculture and although he doesn't participate in it, he thinks it's really neat

You tell him more about it and about the misconceptions people have about it so that he doesn't misunderstand

He’s super stoked that he knows someone in real life who actually participates in the subculture since he gets to see how it actually is in reality

He mostly knows about the fashion and when you come rocking up to him wearing the classic jirai kei look, he tries his best not to fanboy

He compliments you then proceeds to ask you where you got it – though cute styles like it aren’t his thing, he feels like he can give this style a try

He’d match with you on days he doesn’t feel too uncomfortable with more cutesy styles and snap pictures of you two to post on Magicam

He’d also go scouring for the music online to add more songs to his already rapidly growing playlist. He’d share some recommendations with you too!

Unintentionally got you more jirai kei friends since some people saw his posts about matching with you on Magicam; even people you already know commented on his post

“Look at us, (Y/N)! We’re totally Magicam-famous now~”

You laugh with him, head thrown back while the seeds of your relationship bloom behind where the two of you sit.

Trey Clover

He doesn’t know too much about it so he’ll ask you to explain to him what it is – to which you excitedly agree to

You tell him everything from the origins to how you’ve come to participate in the subculture – he nods patiently all the while

The mental health part of it has him questioning you a bit but he has no ill intention, he’s simply looking out for you and is worried about you

He’s supportive all the way and thinks it’s nice that you have something you’re passionate about. He’d even do his own research when he has the time

He’s pleasantly surprised when you show up wearing jirai kei fashion one day; he definitely thinks you look striking in the get-up

He wouldn’t mind going with you if you were to shop for more jirai kei-related things – he would joke you’ll have to repay by helping him out another time though

He’ll listen to your song recommendations and if he likes them enough, he’d listen to them while he’s in the kitchen. He likes that they remind him of you

“Oh, this one’s pretty catchy. …These lyrics though…”

Going places with you certainly catches attention sometimes but he doesn’t mind, as long as you’re happy and comfortable in your own skin

His name truly defines him – you sure feel lucky to have him in your life.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #platonic twst x reader #platonic twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader

[lovesickry]

- the devil is in the details.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [2.1k] ┈⋆⭒ part 9 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contents: daniel falls of his bike, flashbacks, first kiss (kinda). .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: enjoy the domestic bliss because im brewing a lil something.... also enjoy the cutesy little flashbacks. i combined this with my own childhood experiences and a bit o fiction so ya.

falling asleep to the sound of daniels breathing was something you were giddy about when you saw the light through the curtain in the morning sun, his warmth was gone, but you vaguely remembered him shaking you awake. stating he was,

“going to get coffee, i hope your order is the same. go back to sleep.” his tone of voice was soft and smooth and you nodded and grinned at him and turned back over into the sheets nuzzling into his pillow and pulling the doona further onto your body.

the smell of coffee has stirred you, as you blinked back your tiredness and contentness to be met with a smiling daniel holding 2 coffees and a box of assorted pastries.

“i’m not eating this on the bed so you have to get up”

begrudgingly you get up and follow him stubbornly down the stairs, following the smell of the wafting croissants. you eat in comfortable silence, watching out the windows all the birds and listening to the sound of the humming of life outside. it’s peaceful this agreement between you two, to not bring up the argument that only happened 16 hours prior. nobody bears to speak, afraid to interrupt the stilness of the sea. moments like these, when daniels face was natural and unburdened and still you remembered the summers in perth. the summers of sun, dirt and smiles. when your mum was still around and when you and daniel shared a room and you would climb down onto the bottom bunk so you could watch a movie together.

december, 2010: just outside perth

the red dirt was always a welcome when returning to daniels farmhouse. it was a way of saying welcome home, glad to be back. after the year and whatever you and daniel had said or not said to the other. everyone would be rewritten over the christmas break, everything would come to pass in the moments spent on dirt bikes or on the back of utes or lying on the grass looking at the stars. the world acting as it’s own kind of pollution into your and daniels world.

you remember the day where you and Daniel went dirt biking, you borrowing one of grace's old suits and you just rode around the country. you stopped every now and again, opening your packs for water and food, but the whole day you just chatted and sped towards whatever it was that was the marker. that was until Daniel thought it'd be funny to show you a trick he had been taught, only just resulting in him absolutely binning it and landing on his stomach, thrown off his bike, skidding forward. your first response is laughter, you can't hold it in. he was so adamant on showing you this and now hes here writhing on the floor. empathy gets the better of you however, when Daniel doesn't get up and you try to feign a sense of stillness as you rush over to him.

"Danny, you okay"

he groans, and moves over onto his back with exerted effort.

"yup, yeah, totally"

hes clearing not, you see the way he clenches his teeth and is scrunching his eyes.

"oh shut up"

you walk closer to him, coaxing an arm around his shoulder, helping him to his feet.

"fucking baby"

"hey the trick wouldve been cool if I didn't eat shit at the end" he argues in-between short breaths.

"but you did eat shit"

he huffs.

"oh come on, I have some first aid in the bag"

"hmm can I trust you"

"haha."

you prop him up against a rock, he uses one of his arms to support some of his weight.

"where does it hurt the most"

"well doctor-"

"Danny come on" you cut him off.

"yeah alright fine"

he lifts his shirt and in-between the taut muscle and the dirt you can make out a clear gash, going from the bottom of his ribcage to just above his hip, its not deep but its irritated and surrounded by scratches around it.

"your gonna hate this but just be nice okay, tell me where it hurts the most"

you weren't being silly or handsy or anything, at this point you were just trying to help him. he wasn't going to die or need to go to the hospital or anything but you wanted to help him. you bring your four fingers up and press them against the parts of his chest with the most bruising, when you get to his ribs, he gasps a small weak sound, almost the whimper of an animal.

"there" he groans "hmph" "fuck"

"yeah okay, you could have bruised ribs, but nothing feels broken"

"great."

"im just going to wash it, okay? then put a dressing on it"

"thank you" he says, eyes shut. you didn't meant to push that hard, but the pain was still lingering maybe. there was Panadol in the bag so while you went to work you thought it wouldn't hurt to give him so Panadol. his shirt had ridden up when he skid and dirt surrounded the gash and you grabbed the swabs from the kit and the water bottle and cleaned the dirt little by little and finally using a towel you had brought to sit on to wash his hands and the side of his face before getting the antiseptic cream. you'd warned him that it was probably going to sting a little and you were surprised when he'd reached out for you grabbing your shirt. you enjoyed the contact, the warmth of him and the familiarity. you applied the cream to every inch of the gash before getting the bandages to stick over everything, he was still holding your shirt when you were finally finished and he leaned down and put his forehead on shoulder, looking down. you relished in moments like these, away from school and everyone else, just you and him. moments like these when you were scared that a piece of your heart would always ache a little bit for him, moments when you were scared that when you left this place the memories would leave too and you would be left with 3 quarters of a heart as he returned to his life and you to yours.

his breathing was regulated now and when he pulled away you looked at each other for a while, it was just hitting dusk and the sun shone over the trees hitting his face just above his brow. you noticed the bruise just forming on his cheekbone, resulting from the fall. he noticed the wall your eyebrows twitched slightly when you were nervous. or the way your eyes widened and your throat bobbed when he moved closer, putting one of his hands on the side of your face, his thumb on your cheekbone making small strokes before you leant to meet him. it was perfect, the way you had imagined it would be, his lips were soft and soothing and your hand found its way into his hair as he leaned into your touch, his other hand cupping the back of your neck. it was getting hotter, the kiss was getting messier and Daniel was as depraved as you were, his tongue slipping into your mouth earning a small gasp from you, absentmindedly your right hand drifted lower on his abdomen just below his ribs. which he responded to with a throaty groan. stopping his actions and taking a deep breath in. you pull away suddenly aware of your action.

"oh my god, im so sorry, I forgot" you giggle a bit.

he smiles, head thrown back, breathing evening out.

"ouch" he responds laughing as if the shaking of his ribs doesn't cause him pain.

you are suddenly reminded of the time as you squint to see Daniels face in the fading light.

"we should probably head back" you say.

his face drops slightly.

"yeah"

you help him onto his feet and then on his bike and you relish in the way the wind hits your face on the ride home. when you get into bed that night, you are acutely aware of the absence of Daniels burning touch and through some bout of self confidence, make your way down the ladder separating you both.

"what is it?" he asks, slightly concerned as you stand staring at him.

"nothing" you say, as you motion for him to move over and let you climb in.

"oh"

once your under the covers you turn to face him, taking in every aspect of his features as he takes in yours.

"you're so beautiful Dylan"

you bury your face in the pillow at that comment and find his hand under the sheets, you intertwine your fingers and he pulls an arm over your waist, pulling you to him.

"goodnight Danny"

he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck and hums a response to which you grin at. you feel his breathing even out when you stop drawing circles in the palms of his hand, and his breath fans out on your neck and it is so rhythmic that he is alive and so are you.

present day:

just like the memory you find yourself in, Daniels hand finds yours under the table and he begins mindlessly playing with the tips of your fingers, a habit he seemed to harbour ever since you became friends. you turn your head to look at him, hes responding to emails with one hand, looking at his phone. its all too domestic and calm for the fight you had last night, for the things he has done. you wished you could accept it but after all these years when he has held onto your heart for this long it can be hard to remember why you would ever try and get it back when it feels this good with his hand on yours. your mind swirls with thoughts of the past and the present. what brought you to him, what kept bringing you back, was it something that could ever be stopped, were you destined to be drawn back to him. like a moth to a flame. he was all you ever knew and all you ever would know. it was scary to think how much he knew you, the years you spent together of studying each others faces unknowingly and becoming enthralled with the other. you are snapped out of your pit of nostalgia when your phone next to you begins to ring, your eyes widen and you look at daniel, suddenly much more awake. suddenly much more aware that the world did continue to spin although you and Daniel were at the centre of it.

"sorry"

"its okay, go take it" he nods and you walk up to his bedroom for some privacy.

it was your boss, you'd guessed he was calling about the upcoming race but you could honestly never be too sure with him. you answer the phone call.

the call was unexpectedly long and dragged out, you tried to ween him off, but every time it was "just one more thing", now leading to the point where you had a whole to do list of what exactly he expected you to do before the next race. it was ironic really, the practice of such discipline and yet again being led back to Daniel. you weren't sure if having a relationship with a driver in the opposite team was a fireable thing, but you didn't want to know and you definitely weren't going to wear a sash saying that "I, the Mercedes engineer am romantically involved with Daniel Ricciardo". you'd cross that bridge when you got to it you guessed.

by the time you trudge down the stairs after the long phone call, Daniel has left a note saying he has gone for a run, he asks you to stay, he'll be back soon. you're not sure what to do, you don't want to leave without him being there, but you do honestly have a lot of work to do and you still hadn't packed for the race yet.

you send him a text.

11:34am

💬 Sorry Danny, I had to go home. work and packing and stuff.

it felt strange standing in his house, getting your clothes that were still scattered across the lounge room and shutting the door on the most calming morning you and Daniel had probably ever spent together. you had missed him, you realised this, you just wished he'd realised sooner how much he'd missed you.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 #f1 fic #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 2023 #f1 x you #f1 x reader #lando norris #daniel ricciardo series

[heeseongism]

Ok I'm gonna need more enha dick analysis from u

Shits too funny

Heeseung has been WRECKING me lately can we get one of him please?? I feel like he would rock our socks off fr

omg im so glad you've enjoyed them bby!! jakes, jay and hoons can be found here 🤍

first things first, lets start by stating the obvious

heeseung has the most BIGGEST THICKEST FATTEST LONGEST MOST SCRUMPTIOUS DINO DICK IN THE ENTIRE INDUSTRY IF YOU THINK OTHERWISE YOUR OPINION IS INVALID IDC 😙

even when this dude is soft it look like theres a whole ass baseball bat in there so for the sake of my mental sanity im not gonna imagine how big he gets when hes hard

NOW LOOK AT THOSE PICS AND TELL ME THAT HE COULDN'T DRILL A WHOLE ASS FUCKING TRENCH IN YOUR WOMB WITH THAT THING

i internally debate with myself on whether hes hes got one of those pornhub dom daddy dicks or a subby petite camboy cock,,, i blame his ridiculous duality and his VERY OBVIOUS SWITCH BEHAVIOR but some of you guys arent ready for that convo

like hes either VEINY AF with one of those cocks that literally droop bcs of how heavy they are OR hes got one of those zucchini like dicks I SWEAR I MEAN IT IN A GOOD WAY 💀 ik you guys are probably sick of my analogies ever since i said jake has an inverted ice cream cone cock BUT LISTEN TO ME by zucchini i mean that his cock is smooth and thick but also he has a pretty big tip just google what a zucchini is and you'll understand what i mean 🧍‍♀️ LIKE????????

anyways I think his balls would look rlly cute too- pink and petite yk AND THEYRE CIRCULAR DO NOT TELL ME THEYRE SAGGY I SEE SM PPL SAYING HE HAS SAGGY OLD MAN BALLS NO HE DOES NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP 💔

now heeseung is actually pretty tanned and has a gorgeous amount of melanin but those stupid white washing filters hide it from us ‼ and so i feel like hes the same as jay and has a pretty tanned cock BUT heeseung seems like his tip goes more on the pink side than the red side

in conclusion: heeseung has a big ass fucking dick and its a mfing crime that hes not throwing me on his bed, whipping out his cock, and re-arranging my intestines to the point where i can't even remember what my own name is and the only thing i can think or do is moan his name ALL BEFORE dragging me down the stairs, bending me over the kitchen table and fucking me again from behind whilst putting me in a chokehold with his bulging biceps and pulling me head back by my hair and spitting in my mouth.

im filing a lawsuit.

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts

[jeffsfavoriteknife]

Can I req some Toby x male reader?

Where reader likes to wear collars, but they’re always covered up by long shirts and jumpers.

& Toby is just really into and it and wants to fuck reader on the spot the moment that he spots it?

Yes you can!!! I hope i got what you were looking for but if i didnt my excuse is its about 3 am and im exhausted. Tumblr doesnt give me inbox notifs either so im sorry i delivered late! Enjoy 🫶

(18+ male reader x toby! Fic)

You knocked on his door loudly, the door opening as a tall man let you in. This was your best friend toby, you both had known each other for a while and often had occasional gaming sessions, he didnt game much but when he did, it was amusing to see him get riled up about loosing. You had completely forgot to take your collar off that you enjoyed wearing in the comfort of your own home so you were glad you had thrown on your way too big at the sleeves Garfield shirt, it was long but big enough to hide most of the collar, hopefully toby wouldnt notice.

Toby angrily huffed as he lost for the 3rd time in a row, you giggled in victory. “Its not that bad toby, you just gotta learn how matchups work, dragon doesnt work against fairy silly” he seemed to smile and chuckle to himself a bit before freezing, you hadnt caught on that he had noticed the bright blue of your collar poking from your shirt. He grabbed your hand and yanked you forward, ignoring your yelp as he looked at it closer, his eyes werent lying to him, you had a collar on. “Did you wear this just f-for me?” Your face dropped as blush creeped into your face, entirely coating it as you hesitated to answer, did you wear it for him? You could have taken it off before you headed over to his place but the fact you didnt had you questioning yourself. “M-maybe”

What happened next was a blur to you, for some reason the collar made him loose his shit, his hands were all over you, his mouth on yours with his tongue shoved down your throat as you had give up trying to fight for dominance long ago, his hands down your pants as they feverishly gripped at your ass. He pulled away from your mouth, saliva dripping down his chin as he stared at you, huffing as he gripped your legs and spread them wide open causing you to hide your face in shame. You were rock solid, even through your jeans it was so plain to tell that toby made your body react in the most beautiful ways. He grabbed at your belt, undoing it before grabbing your wrists and tying them up with it before yanking your pants and boxers down with ease. Your eyes looked up at him as he yanked off his as well, however slight panic set in as you looked down at his cock, he was big and you had no idea if he could fit. “O-oh toby i dont know if thats gonna-“ he silenced you by turning you on your belly with your ass up to him “it w-will, ill make it fit” he spread your ass open and spit on your hole, coating it in his saliva as he also spit on his hand and pumped himself a bit. His hand pushed onto your back, making you lean down more so he could raise your ass a bit higher as he positioned himself.

He spent no time shoving himself in you, making you cry out in pleasure and pain as he immediately bottomed out in you, your legs shaking already just from the sheer size of him. He untied your hands and grabbed them, one on each side of you so he could pull you by your arms and started ramming into you, your head leaned back as his cock started railing into your prostate, if you had known tobys weakness was collars you would have worn them way sooner around him. “Your so f-fuckin pretty with it wrapped around yoir n-neck” he complimented you, his words going straight to your cock as you struggled desperately not to cum “wouldnt it be b-better if it had my name o-on it?” With this said he bit into your neck hard, no doubt leaving a mark, this had cum spurting out of your cock and you wailing his name like an absolute whore. He gripped your arms tighter, pounding into you a few more times before pumping you full of him cum. You laid down fully on his bed, the smell of his sheets slowly putting you to sleep, but the sound of jingling made you move your head to look at toby, he was taking one of his dogtags off and sat u up, putting it onto the hoop of your collar, you looked down at the tag and read it, it had his name on it, with this you smiled

#tobyxmalereader #nsfwfic #no minors please #creepypasta x male reader #creepypastansfwfic

[rosemaryblossoms]

𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎

Platonic yandere Father Mikey x son reader featuring platonic yandere Bonten.

Trigger warning ⚠️: blood ( I forgot to put this for the ones who don’t like blood, my apologies)

Manjiro Sano lost too many people in his life. . . first his parents, his older brother, Draken, his best friend,his sister, Izana, toman, his grandfather, and now his wife. . . the only one he has left was his son, his little boy.

Right now he is holding you close , gently rocking you back and forth. He pets your ( hair length, color) hair and looks down at your sleeping form.

So peaceful. . .

So heart warming. . .

He loves you so much. . .

Right now once again he is fighting his demons. one side of him wants to give you up for adoption, not that he doesn’t love you, it’s because he wants you to live a normal life and doesn’t want you to deal with the stuff he is going through because he is the leader of a criminal organization and if people find out about you. . . The enemies of bonten will come after you as well as the police and he will have to give you a new life. the other half of him can’t let you go. . . He is selfish, he can’t let you , he needs you here with him, he will protect you and keep you hidden under lock and key. Your his last light. . . He needs you, he needs your warmth. “Dad” “yes son” “can we go to the cozy corner and the park today, also can we bring my uncles with us please?” Oh your “uncles”, when I mean your uncles I mean his executives,his number two and three, and his advisor. . . The nosy bitches, well koko ( hey Auntie koko needs that tea 😤☕️🫖 be grateful that he helps with money . . . Probably, maybe, I don’t know) basically at first the only ones that knew was sanzu, kakucho, and takeomi. . . the others found out because they saw you on their zoom meeting helping Mikey with the laundry while he is listening to their presentation and koko did research ( to make sure he doesn’t assume things and does not bother anyone specifically his boss) “sure just let me make a few phone calls (music stops here)

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AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!!

𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀!!!

AAAAAH!!!!!

“Aww Sanzu you killed him, I wanted a turn” the short black and light lilac haired man cooed in a mocking tone.

They did it, they found the traitor who almost gave away the information about you.

“Im glad he is, his screams of pain were starting to get on my nerves” Mochi sighed in relief.

“Make sure you dispose the body properly” Kakucho said as he glared at the corpse.

“hey Kakucho, can you hand me the cleaners so I can wipe that disgusting pig’s blood off of the weap- Sanzu that’s enough he’s dead!” Takeomi says as he trys to pull his brother off the corpse.

“ but I’m not finished :(“

“I don’t give a damn”

“Pathetic” Rindou grimaced as he glared at the corpse.

“Agreed” Koko seethed in disgust.

Brrrrrrinnng Rɪɴɴɴɢ!

(Time skips because I’m running out of ideas 🥲)

“Yummy🥹” Mikey smiled as y/n ate his (your favorite dessert)

“Is that good kiddo” chuckled Mochi

“It’s really good”

“Glad you like it pumpkin” smiled Takeomi

“Your so cute I could just eat you up” Ran said playfully as he reached over and pinches your cheek(🤨. . . It’s not what your thinking, keep it clean)

“Did you have fun at at the park y/n” Kakucho said as he took a bite of his dessert.

“Yeah I enjoyed spending time with you guys”

“I’m glad you had fun”

*yawns*

“You tired” Rindou said as he fixes his glasses.

“ I don’t blame him, he ran around the whole park” chuckled Koko (pun intended)

(After a drive home, continue to read on after the songs are finished. Enjoy the gifs for the meantime)

*yawns*

It was night, stars decorated the dark skies and the moon shined.

You were now in your bed holding your father close as he pet your hair once more, the others sat down and just chilled.

you closed your eyes, finding your way into dreamland.

When your eyes closed, before you find the door in your dreams, you felt a soft, warm pair of lips on your forehead.

“Goodnight son”

You are the last flame, the burning candle, the one thing that keeps them sane

The Bonten prince

#tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #platonic #yandere mikey #yandere bonten #bonten x male reader

[murdrdocs]

OKAY im glad you dont find it silly bc i have more modern earth things peter would have fun with!!

he looooves wireless headphones (over ear, obviously) because when hes dancing he always loses his balance when he got his arm wrapped in a wire. he can twirl freely now.

he does, however, hate it when you show him the footloose remake. he spends the whole time complaining.

i think he has a lot of fun with animals (bc of a certain best buddy he had back in the sky) and fucking LOVES funny animal videos and sends them to you all the time. also, he likely spends a lot of his time volunteering and rehabilitation facilities, especially those with rescued baby raccoons.

he would probably love a spielberg and scorsese marathon, two of the most famous directors from the time he left earth, to catch him up on their recent work. he really likes jurassic park but feels really bad for all the dinosaurs. also, ian malcom looks like a guy he met on sakaar once? and i think he’s just in awe of the fact that you can watch whatever movie you want and listen to whatever song whenever you want at any time of day. which is why the ORIGINAL footloose is somehow always playing in the background on the tv.

he doesn’t like a lot of popular music from nowadays, but he WILL listen to the deep cuts like a hipster. (don’t call him that, he doesn’t know what it means.) i could see him being really into psych rock and some blues rock from today. take him to lollapalooza, please. he’ll have the time of his life.

and lastly this isn’t exclusive to modern day but he obviously didn’t really get the chance to enjoy them as a child, he would fucking LOVE amusement parks. ride all the rides, play all the games to win you all the prizes. (he’s suspiciously impeccable at the shooting ones)

this is all so so accurate like i don't even have anything to add??

except, the amusement park thing is 100% true. no matter how big the ride is, he's on it (fury 325 im looking @ u). he has his hands up, "woo"ing like his life depends on it, and he invests in a fast pass because he's super impatient and hates waiting in the long lines. the carnies hate him because the games are obviously rigged, but peter still manages to win ? and he doesn't even know that they're rigged, he's just winning them back to back, betting he could do so whenever you try to tell him that they games are impossible to win. (he only wants a kiss and a slice of pizza, btw)

also, quill is always down for a movie night. for the first few months back on earth, he alternates between listening to music and watching movies. once he's caught up on his old favorites, he literally just rewatches them. he almost flat-out refuses to go to theaters and see new releases, unless it's from one of the older greats or possibly the newer ones (he likes some christopher nolan films, but he can't get into wes anderson). also the jurassic park bit is rlly getting me because he gets to the newer ones, and just pauses the tv whenever owen grady comes up because peter swears he's his long lost twin or doppleganger. and you're just playing with him, gaslighting him just a bit ("no, owen grady is hotter than you. you guys don't look alike at all").

he's also the type to see strays and bring them home, leaving you both to call around and figure something out. but he can't just leave them there. he'd rather have a barn for a house than have strays out there alone.

he would be so confused and a little offended if you called him a hipster, because he literally just doesn't ?? know ?? what you mean ?? at first he thinks you're calling him a hippie and that's way off. all he knows is that when you say "hipster", your voice has a teasing tone and you have a little smile that tells him it's not an amazing comparison.

completely random but peter has no concept of money. when he was a kid, $5 was like heaven to him, but he's dealt with so many intergalactic monetary conversions that dollars mean nothing to him. so when he's shopping for a pair of overear headphones, and he stumbles upon the pricy sony or apple ones, he's just like "that's a reasonable price, right?". until you remind him of how much money he has in his bank account so he's fine with a cheaper pair from amazon.

which, speaking of, peter becomes addicted to amazon for a moment. having all of that at the tap of his finger is overwhelming, and he's a mini-hoarder for a few weeks until you change the amazon password and refuse to tell him.

#headcannons r fun #quill loves amazon #but hates jeff bezos #peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #peter quill fluff #peter quill #celeste writes mcu

[zomvied]

the lack of yuri briar content is making me pop a blood vessel so im gonna have to participate i GUESS

mdni, smut, yuri has a pain kink, these are mostly headcanons and sclara horny hours

semi inspired by @3smo’s writing!!

loves being slapped. he doesn’t care where or how hard, he loves the feeling of your palm coming down to slap at his skin. it’s the best stress reliever for him, baby absolutely melts.

step! on! his! cock!

have him kneeling under you with his legs spread and make him beg for it, call him a little pervert and shove your panties into his mouth while you grind your heel onto his clothed crotch. praise him while doing the most violent things to him he fucking loves it.

sounding sounding sounding yes yes. flicking the rod in his cock and watching him shake and cover his mouth to muffle a scream. squeeze his dick while it’s inside, thrust it in and out, watch him beg for you to take it out just so you can put it back in after he’s finished cumming.

pulling his hair while railing him? yes please! not only that, but slap him around while having sex wether he’s inside you or you’re inside of him.

he loves being ridden. he’s a little pillow princess sometimes 💗

mostly likes being ridden because you can choke him and watch as his eyes roll up into his head and his grip on the sheets tighten as he cums, hard.

HUMILIATE HIM!!

tell him how much of a painslut he is, too dumb to elicit any type of speech so he nods and whines instead as he rocks back and forth on the pink dildo suctioned onto the floor. slap his cock and tell him you can hardly feel him inside of you when you’re fucking ❤️

cbt. tying a ribbon around his cock and balls and sloooowly stroking your riding crop from his balls to the head of his cock before swatting at it. you make him hold a cup of tea and if he spills any of it he doesn’t get to cum at the end of your little session.

and make sure to praise him during aftercare ❤️ letting him ease into the bath tub and filling it up with bubble bath, sitting by the edge of the bath and emptying water onto his hair. putting down your spare blow up mattress so he can lay down while you change the sheets and tell him that he’s done very well today and that you’re glad he enjoyed himself.

helping him into your large bed, pulling the fresh covers over him and turning off the light, a hand stroking through his hair while you sat up with your lamp on, reading a few pages of your book and watching him doze off to sleep 💗💗

#spy x family #yuri briar #spy x family smut #sub spy x family #sub character

[infoglitch]

The Rose reaper and her shining dork knight: Ruby's birthday present (NSFW)

(Another name is also. "Jaune loses his rights to his butt cheeks and pelvis")

(this is it. This is where y'all get what I've been leading to. I hope you perverts enjoy. But seriously I'm going to regret making this but damnit I've hinted they'll fuck might aswell keep letting the venom bite into me.)

Jaune gulped softly as he was arguing with himself on whether this was really a good idea. He found himself wrapped in gift wrapping paper as a large orange bow. He was bound and completely helpless and for some reason.. BOY WAS HE TURNED ALL THE WAY ON! He waited in his and ruby bedroom as he waited for his rose reaper to appear and probably do some very... Inappropriate and VERY provocative things to his man buns.

Suddenly the door opened as Ruby looked around the house in a panic.

Ruby: jaune! Jaune where are you?! I got your texts-

Jaune: i-i'm in the room rubes!

Ruby walked in and saw him as he had a nervous grin on his face.

Jaune: h-happy 20th birthday rubes.. i-i hope you like your present-

Ruby: jaune.. this is sweet and all but um... I was expecting something like a new type of dust ammo. But-

Jaune: you hate it don't you. Ah you hate it

Jaune sat down on the bed and looked down ashamed.

Jaune: I should have just gotten that new dust ammo.. maybe even a ticket to the hall of huntsmen-

Ruby: jaune!

Jaune looked at Ruby as he finally noticed the rather red face she had as she began taking off her gear before only being in her dress and cloak. She walked up to him and sat on his lap as she looked him in the eyes.

Ruby: I don't hate the gift. Infact I love it, it's just in most of the.... Filth I MAY have borrowed from Blake. All of the guys were the ones to pick up the female leads and well...

Jaune: proceed to rock their world? Wait did you just admit you read Blake stash of por-

Ruby: ah stop stop! Let's not bring up my degeneracy.. I don't need yang giving me "the talk" after so long.. point Is, I was expecting something a little more rough and gruff out of you-

Jaune: ruby you know Im not like that-

Ruby: I KNOW! I know.. and I'll be honest, Im glad you aren't a jerk whose obsessed with being ontop.. makes things more... Soft. Now as to what I wanna do with this new gift~

Jaunes face went red as he gulped before ruby grabbed the wrapping paper before petal Bursting around him ripping the paper off before jaune was bare and ruby sat on his lap again as she looked at him with a stare of lust only Nora could match when her and Ren did it.

Ruby kissed him deeply and held him close as jaune was trying to kiss back but felt overwhelmed as his "little mors" rose..

(ok can we just say dick?! It's not a Christian site just say dick and pussy! .... Because we'll get strike down? Fine we'll go to censorship!)

Ruby just smiled as she snake her hand to beneath her and soon she raised her self up and sat on his little mors. Jaune immediately let out a soft moan as Ruby began bouncing on him as she panted softly. She began speeding up as she kissed him deeply forcing open his mouth and wrapping her tongue around hers before jaune put his hands on her hips before flipping them over as jaune began thrusting as both him and Ruby moaned into the kiss as ruby wrap her legs around his hips as he goes faster.

Ruby pulled away and looked at him as she whispered into his ear.

Ruby: I thought you weren't rough and gruff?~

Jaune: i-i'm not- WOAH!

Suddenly ruby flipped them over and was now riding him rapidly as rose petals began to fall from her cloak as she went even faster as jaune moaned more as he already felt his body began tingling as his climax was reaching.

Jaune: r-ruby, i-i'm-

Ruby: good! Now give me it jaune!~ give me my big white sticky present!~

Jaune: r-ruby?!-

Ruby: GIVE ME THAT FAT ARC LOAD HONEY~

Suddenly ruby stopped as jaune threw his head back and MOANED out Ruby's name as he began pumping his "fertilizer" into Ruby as she shivered vigorously with her clutching her shoulders and grinning as she did.

Ruby: o-oh that's it~ h-happy b-birthday to me~

Jaune soon stood pumping his fertilizer as he panted heavily before ruby slumped onto his chest as the twos exhausted pants synchronized as they just looked at each other.

Jaune: it's... It's gonna be a while before I might have that amount again... S-so.. how was your first time?

Ruby: it felt good~ but I know this'll only get better.. but now it's cuddle time.

Jaune: agreed..

Jaune wrapped his arms around her waist and soon the two fell asleep as they would later discover they both sprained their pelvis. So having to explain that to Ruby's family was... "Fun"

(and I think that's where I want to call this story in. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed writing this series but I think I'm kind of done. I was originally planning the surprise to be a final battle between ruby and jaune vs a new Grimm that was made to specifically fuck with their heads. But eh. Hope you all enjoyed this run I've had. Now to vanish into the night! mwahahahahaha!)

(but seriously I need to shower because I feel like FILTH)

#lwde #rwby lancaster #ruby x jaune #rwby #jaune arc #jaune x ruby #rose reaper and her dork knight. #jaune is not a top #but neither is ruby #ruby is a bottom.

[strwberri-milk]

Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I wanted to say you write like the best Kaeya fics I've ever read (and the smut omg), but this time, (if you have the time) how about some aftercare with Kaeya? Like he is so proud and smug after seeing the mess he made of the reader, but then he is the sweetest and takes care of her like she deserves for being so good for him <3

im alright thanks for asking uwu and thank you so much for saying so <3 allow me to cement myself in your hearts as the kaeya writer for you and i'll be more than just happy :D and i'd love to do smth fluffy - kaeya deserves all the love and hes definitely so fucking affectionate with the love of his life!!

Kaeya is nothing short of attentive, no matter what it is that you two are doing. Whether it be a simple meal or a nice night out on the town you know you're the center of attention. He'll pick something out on the menu that's perfect for you, or make sure to pull you in tight to his chest when you're about to trip over a rock.

Nothing slips his mind, hands holding onto your body tightly as he keeps you in place to fuck into you, burying his face into your neck as he pumps you full of cum for the last time.

Your body is pushed to its limits, cumming hard around him and so overstimulated you feel your hands pushing against his bare chest, eyes screwed shut as your chest heaves to catch your breath.

Kaeya's a little mean anyway, lightly grinding into you as he feels you pushing against him. He's riding out his own orgasm, unsure what number it is but finally feeling his lust addled mind clear up for the first time in what could have been hours.

He pulls out of you, smirking as he presses more kisses against your skin and feels you still lightly squirming on the sheets, glad he had the foresight to put something down under your bodies to catch the mess that came from you both.

Your eyelids droop, a yawn slipping past your lips. You can feel Kaeya pulling away further from you, whining a little and trying to reach out to him. He takes your hand in his, pressing another kiss to your knuckles before beginning to get ready to clean you off.

"Well, you certainly enjoyed yourself didn't you?" he purrs as you feel him part your legs again, about to tell him off for being so insatiable when you feel him beginning to clean you off.

His hand is gentle, making sure the towel is cooling to your heated body and giving you the chance to settle further into the bedsheets. It takes no time for you to relax after the high of your bodies intertwining, humming in contentment as he continues to clean you off.

"You made me feel so good," you respond, further stroking his ego and kissing him back when he leans over your body.

"I know I did," he responds smugly, giving you more kisses against your neck.

"Your voice is so hoarse. I knew you'd be screaming my name. I missed you so much I just had to let it all out at once."

"Kaeya," you laugh in response, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly.

"You always make me feel amazing. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow but it's so worth it."

"Can't have that, can we? Maybe I'll just have to do you all over again and make sure you can't think afterward." Even now he's thinking up new ways to make you a puddle of desire on his cock, your body already heating up at the thought as you swat him away playfully.

"I'm so tired. Let me sleep and then we'll talk about it, alright?"

"Alright, alright," he sighs, giving you another kiss against your lips before leaving you be to clean himself off.

He returns fully expecting to be able to go to bed himself. His body's feeling the exertion after all and there's no place he'd rather be than next to you.

However, you've neglected to wrap the sheets over your body, feeling far too heated for the constriction of such fabric which gives him a wonderful view of your body painted with his marks. You've turned your back to him, allowing him to see the paths his own nails dug while holding you and when he crawls into bed next to you his eyes trace over the hickies and reddened parts of your skin from where he was holding you.

It's a picture he wants to keep in his mind forever, absentmindedly tracing over such proofs of his desire for you until he succumbs to sleep himself, arms wrapped tightly around your body.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfic

[jellyfishbeansontoast]

The three times he tried to say it and the one time he did.

Here is my entry for @antoineroussel fic exchange, thank you for hosting and being a great help to me who knows fuck all about hockey but somehow managed to write this. This fic is for @blanksbae im so sorry its late i have poor planning skills and a great talent at procrastination, i hope you enjoy! 

Pairing: Thomas Bordeleau x reader

Word count: 1689

The first time he almost said it was after a game he’d just won. You’d been cheering for him the entire time, your voice almost hoarse by the end. He’d come off the ice, his only intention to find you. His hair was slicked back with sweat, something you found oddly attractive, although you’d never tell him that. His ego was too big as it was. As soon as he was close enough to you you’d flung your arms around his shoulders, wrapping him in a tight embrace. The praise you muttered into his chest, though muffled, made his heart flutter and his cheeks flush red.

“It was an easy win.” He snorts cockily, his hands still holding onto you, always desperate to be close. You punch him on the shoulder lightly, only he could be so confident. A sudden serious expression comes over his face. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah what?” you rack your brains trying to think of anything he could have to say, it looked important.

He opens his mouth to begin, “You know how we’ve been friends for forever-”

“Bordeleau, we need you a minute.” 

He mutters a few curses, an apologetic look crossing his face. “I’ll be back in a minute, promise.” He kept his promise though he seemed to have forgotten about what he had wanted to say, you think about asking him but ultimately decide that if it was that important he wouldn’t have forgotten. What you don’t know is that he definitely did not forget, in fact it was the only thing on his mind and he could hardly concentrate on anything that he was supposed to.

The second time was on a roadtrip in California with the rest of the team and a few of Thomas’ friends from UMich. You’d all tried to go away on holiday annually but after last years mishaps you’d all mutually decided not to try to leave the country again. No one wanted to go too far from home and that led to one decision, a road trip. The boys piled into the back of the minivan, rented specifically for the trip. You were in the front, having been accepted as an honorary team member, sitting next to Thomas. 

A detailed itinerary had been planned for the trip, even though they argued about what to see first, Alcatraz or the Golden Gate bridge. A boat trip had also been planned, courtesy of Thomas, who was desperate to see a shark, saying it was only right.

70’s rock echoed through the van drowning out the boys in the back pretending to be children repetitively asking ‘are we there yet?’. You throw sour gummy worms to them to shut them up, like a parent with rowdy children. Thomas stares at you when you’re not looking, his eyes are full of adoration, he’s so glad you get on well with the team. You catch his eye when you turn around, “eyes on the road Tommy” you say teasingly as he almost swerves off of it. 

You’re approximately two bags of gummy worms into the journey before you make it to the boat trip. You throw everyone a gummy worm like they’re birds to shut them up whilst you wait to board the boat. 

You can feel the wind in your face as you grip onto the railings. The air is cold but it's refreshing after hours in a stuffy van. Thomas stares in awe, he always notices the small things like the way your eyes light up when you’re excited. You’re pulling the same expression at that moment, the one where your mouth is stretched in a subconscious smile and your eyes glint with anticipation. 

You catch him like you always do, holding his gaze questioningly. “Is there something on my face?” you wipe anxiously at your face.

“No you’re perfect” the words are out of his mouth before he can stop it, he clears his throat awkwardly before turning away to look at the water. You can feel the heat rising into your face but you bump his shoulder with yours anyway, trying to diffuse the tension. “I thought maybe-”

“A shark!” 

Everyone rushes to the railings of the boat. You pull out your phone and force Thomas into the frame, a grey fin cutting through the water behind him. “Say cheese!” He does so with an exaggerated grin on his face. “Now we have what we came for, what were you going to say?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry.”

The third time happened during one of your shifts at work. To say it was one of the worst attempts was an understatement. You worked in a cafe that had just opened and the rush of people was overwhelming. Everyone had high expectations and seemed to find fault with everything you did. Your head begins to pound as you package orders on autopilot. A red faced customer stands at the till, she looks as if she’s about to implode. You mentally prepare yourself, bracing for an onslaught of hate over something minor you can’t control.

“How can I help?” you put on your fake customer service voice and although you can tell your smile obviously looks forced, you’re too tired to care. The woman begins to complain, her whiny voice like nails on a chalkboard in your ear. ‘I don’t get paid enough for this’ you mutter under your breath before switching on the politeness she most definitely does not deserve, “I’ll get that sorted right away, I’m sorry that happened.” You can feel the tears prick in your eyes as your head only hurts more. 

“Can I interest my favourite person in a feel better coffee?” a familiar voice calls. You turn around to see Thomas leaning over the counter, a starbucks cup in his hand.

“I work in a cafe where I can make my own coffee.” 

“But then it wouldn’t be feel better coffee, would it?” you roll your eyes, secretly grateful he’s here.

You take a sip, either coffee really is the solution to all problems or the placebo effect kicking in as you feel better instantly, you know it’s probably the latter option but what’s the harm in believing the first. You replay the conversation in your head “favourite person?”

His cheeks turn a faint shade of red “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“So I’m not your favourite?” you pout. 

“I didn’t say that” he pleads.

“Sounds like you did, Bordeleau.” 

He leans over the counter even further, grasping your hands in his. His hands are warm and comforting around yours yet the touch sends shivers down your spine. You feel like you’re on fire. “You are my favourite person ever to exist in the entirety of the universe.” You laugh at his dramatics and he relishes in the sound. If there’s one thing Thomas could listen to for forever it’s you’re laugh. 

“Would you like to get a drink with me once you finish?” he straightens up, pulling his hands gently away from yours. You wipe them discreetly against your clothes, praying they weren’t clammy.

“What? We do all the time anyway” 

“No I mean as-” he stumbles over his words “yeah, like we always do.” He curses himself mentally, is he ever going to spit it out.

“Y/N do I pay you to talk to your boyfriend or to work!” your manager shouts.

“Not my boyfriend.” you mutter, expecting Thomas to agree but when you turn around to look at where he was standing just moments before he’s already gone.

The fourth and final time he tried, and managed, to say it came unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Thomas had phoned you randomly at one o’clock in the morning, he knew you struggled with sleeping sometimes and although he knew it wouldn’t be nice for you he was praying it was one of those nights. 

“Thomas?” 

“Y/N” he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Tommy, what are you doing?” 

“I’m on my way over.” his voice is breathless down the phone, he hangs up before you have a chance to protest.

You turn on the lights in your apartment and wait on the sofa, resigning yourself to the fact that Thomas is coming and there’s nothing you can do about it, not that you’d want to. 

It isn’t more than fifteen minutes before there’s a faint knock on the door. You open it to reveal Thomas panting red in the face behind it. He doubles over, grasping his knees with his hands. 

“Did you run here?” he nods in response “I know you’re an athlete and all, but cars do exist.”

“Can I come in?”

“Right yeah of course” you’d forgotten that it’s literally the middle of the night. You stand aside and let him in from the hallway, shutting the door behind him, careful not to be too loud and disturb any of your fussy neighbours.

“Y/N”

“Mhm?” you get two glasses out of the kitchen cupboard and fill them both with cider, there’s no way you’re letting Thomas run all the way back anyway.

“I love you.”

The glass slips out of your hand, it smashes on the floor, cider splashing up the bottom of your pyjamas. You make your way over to him, careful to avoid any bits of broken glass. “Tommy” you breathe.

“I can leave if you want.”

“No, you idiot” your eyes flicker to his lips and he understands what you want without any words being said. Your hands slither up his arms before they find their place behind his neck. His arms rest around your waist comfortably like they’ve been there many times before. The kiss is soft and sweet, it’s the long years of pining all wrapped up. 

You break away reluctantly, “I should probably clean that up” you say pointing towards the spillage and mess of shattered glass left on the floor. Thomas helps you clean, you can’t help but think domesticity suits him. Afterwards you go to bed, his arms wrapped around you, and it’s the best sleep you’ve had in years.

#thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau x reader #hockey fic #idk how to tag this but im not super worried about getting traction for this anyway it was just something fun #dont attack me if somethings wrong i made up his entire personality