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Please can you write a fic about reader feeling insecure about other female athletes and models hitting on Jude. Jude reassures reader and comforts her that she’s the only one he wants, no/one else. I want it to end in smut please 🥰

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In Every Universe

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — It was supposed to be just another event. But one look at the women circling him and suddenly, you’re spiraling. Good thing Jude knows exactly how to bring you back—soft words, gentle hands, and a reminder that there’s no one else he wants but you.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x You

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 5.7k

Warnings! ANGST!! Emotional angst, jealousy/insecurity, FLUFF!! comfort, Jude being the most reassuring and attentive boyfriend ever, NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, soft dom!Jude, soft smut, oral (f receiving), praise kink, sweet and sensual lovemaking, deep emotional intimacy, you are enough and he makes sure you know it

The problem with dating a famous athlete is that he’s constantly around other beautiful women.

You don’t mean to stare.

Really, you don’t.

But there’s something about the way she laughs—head thrown back, perfect teeth flashing, perfect lips curling into a perfect smile—that makes your stomach twist.

And okay, maybe you're being dramatic, but… she’s kind of everything you’re not. Tall, legs for days, ponytail high and sleek , bouncing with every step she takes. A body sculpted like it was designed by the gods. The way she stands, one hip cocked and arms crossed, radiates pure confidence, a sense of self you don’t think you’ve ever possessed.

You have a feeling she’s the kind of woman who knows what she wants, who’s always gotten what she wants. You don’t know, and honestly, you don’t want to.

Because what really matters is that she’s currently pressed against Jude’s side, fingers curled around his bicep, and you know that she wants him.

And he’s smiling.

Not that kind of smile, you tell yourself. It’s the polite, I'm-in-a-room-full-of-cameras-and-people-watching kind of smile. The sponsor event smile. You know the one. You’ve seen it. But still—your chest tightens anyway.

You shift where you’re standing, suddenly way too aware of how your heels pinch and how your dress keeps riding up no matter how many times you yank it down. The mirror in the bathroom earlier had made you feel decent—good, even. But now? You feel like a misplaced background extra who accidentally wandered into the frame of a photoshoot.

And it’s stupid. God, it’s so stupid. You trust Jude. He’s never given you a reason not to.

But you also have eyes. And social media. And the basic ability to compare yourself to every woman he comes into contact with—and lose.

You try to distract yourself with a tiny cupcake from the dessert table. It’s half melted, the frosting drooping like it’s over this night too. But you don’t want it. The cupcake or this night. Still, you take a bite. Anything to keep you from staring at them and wondering if he ever feels the same way.

"Hey."

You freeze.

You don’t even have time to swallow the bite before Jude’s beside you, nudging your arm with the back of his hand, like he can read your thoughts. Like he always does.

"Was wondering where you went," he says. “Are you alright?”

You nod a little too fast. “Yeah. Just needed a sugar hit.”

Jude studies you for a second. Really looks. And you hate how that gaze—so warm, so full of you—only makes the knot in your stomach tighter.

“Did something happen?” he asks, gentler now. “Or… someone?”

You shake your head, eyes on the floor. “It’s fine.”

“Doesn’t sound fine.” He takes a step closer, dipping his head down a bit to catch your eye. “You wanna talk about it?”

There’s a beat of silence, but he doesn't try to feel it. Because the thing about Jude is that he knows you better than anyone. And when you’re like this? He knows the worst thing he can do is push.

The music hums in the background, low and bassy, as conversations blur into the kind of buzz that only happens at expensive events full of fake smiles and champagne.

You hate this.

Not the party. Not even her. You hate how easily your brain makes you feel like you’re not enough—like no matter what you do, you’ll always be the before to someone else’s after. The benchwarmer girlfriend in a league of starters.

You glance at him, finally. “She’s really pretty.”

Jude’s brow furrows. “Who?”

You tilt your chin subtly in her direction.

He follows your gaze. And then�� he laughs. But it’s not his usual laugh.

Not in a mocking way. Not in a cruel way. Just—soft. Like he’s confused and endeared and trying to understand what universe you’re currently occupying. A universe where you think that someone like him would ever look twice at someone like her. Like you’re anything less than everything he's ever wanted.

“Baby.”

You look away, cheeks burning. “I know, okay? I'm—I'm being crazy. I’m sorry.”

Jude catches your chin. “No, don’t apologize.” His thumb brushes your cheekbone, just once. “Just… talk to me, alright?”

The room is suddenly too loud, too hot. You can’t do this here. Not with everyone watching. Not when you know how many people are already waiting for you to mess this up, to screw it up, to prove that you don’t belong in Jude’s life.

And here you are, practically handing them the proof on a silver fucking platter.

“Can we go?” you ask, voice barely a whisper, feet already turning for the exit. You’re tired. You’re hot. You’re sweaty. And all you want is to be alone with him.

But Jude’s already reaching for your hand, tugging you just slightly behind one of the tall decorative pillars, away from curious eyes and camera flashes.

You follow, reluctantly.

“Better?” he asks. You shrug, but his eyes are already searching your face, like he’s trying to figure out how to fix this, fix you. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”

And you do.

Because you can’t not when he says it like that—soft and low and so achingly kind it makes your throat ache in return.

The light from the chandelier hits him in a way that makes him look like an angel, all golds and browns and soft, gentle eyes.

It’s not fair, you think. How can someone be this hot and this sweet? It’s like the universe decided to put every good thing into one human and then sent them your way, just to make everyone else look bad by comparison.

You almost want to laugh at the thought. Because isn’t that exactly your problem?

“I know what you’re thinking,” Jude says. “But you’re wrong.” He moves a little closer, voice dropping to a low murmur. “And I really wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

You duck your head. Because you can’t. Not now. Not with the way you feel so small and stupid and unworthy of all of this. Of him.

His hand lifts to your chin again. “Hey, don’t do that. Look at me.” When you do, he smiles, eyes soft and crinkled at the corners, and you melt a little despite yourself. “You’re right, yeah? She’s beautiful.”

You nod, just a little. He does the same.

“But she’s not you.” His voice is low, a little rough, and so fucking earnest you can't help but feel the words in your chest, in your gut, in every part of your body that’s been aching all night.

You blink once. Twice. Your throat tightens. “Yeah, but she—”

“She’s not you,” he repeats, firmer now. “She didn’t hold me when I lost that match and felt like shit for a week. She doesn’t know how I take my tea or that I can’t fall asleep unless you’re touching me somehow. She doesn’t laugh-snort at memes I send at 2AM or dance around in the kitchen when she thinks I’m not looking.”

He tilts his head.

“She’s not the first person I wanna call when I land after a game. Or the last person I wanna hold when everything’s gone to hell.”

Your eyes start to sting. Stupid mascara. It’s not waterproof.

Jude cups your jaw, voice lower, softer. “You’re it for me. Don’t you get that?”

You blink again and your vision goes blurry. And then the first tear escapes.

And you try to move but he's already leaning in, eyes flicking between yours, thumbs already brushing the tears away.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, as he swipes another tear from your cheek. “I don’t—I don’t know why—”

“I know.” His mouth hovers close to yours, lips just a breath away. “It’s okay.”

“I know it’s dumb. I just—”

“It’s not dumb.” He swipes another tear and another until there’s nothing left. “You’re allowed to feel. But I need you to know—” His hand curls around your neck. “—It's you. Alright? There’s no one else. Not her. Not anyone. You.”

And then he's kissing you, lips soft and gentle, hands cupping your face because you're something so so precious to him. You press your hands against his chest, his tie, his shoulders. You’re not sure. All you know is that you need to be as close to him as possible. As close as two people can get.

He pulls back but his hands don't move from your face. “Let me show you.”

You barely remember the drive home.

Somewhere between his hand on your thigh and his eyes flicking to you every few minutes because he can't stand not looking, the world outside just faded into blur. Streetlights turned to stars. Red turned to gold. And before you know it, he's pulling into the driveway, headlights cutting off, engine quiet.

The house is dark, save for the porch light that's on a timer. It's still. It's quiet.

You love this house.

You love how it feels like a home. It's warm and full of light, full of things you've picked out together, things you've found on random trips to random shops you fell in love with. You love the kitchen island, the big bed, the bathtub that fits both of you. And the shower.

God, the shower.

You had only been dating for five months when he asked you to move in. You said yes immediately, despite your better judgment, because the thought of waking up next to him every morning was more than you could pass up.

You've never regretted it.

He's out of the car before you can unbuckle your seatbelt, opening your door and helping you out in one smooth motion.

“Thanks,” you murmur, as he shuts the door behind you.

He doesn't respond, just takes your hand and leads you to the porch.

The sound of the door opening, the door closing, the lock clicking shut—it's so familiar, so comforting, it immediately settles something in you. Like a deep sigh. Home.

He tosses his keys in the bowl and your purse on the table.

It's dark. Moonlit.

He doesn’t turn the lights on.

Just pulls you gently by the hand, past the kitchen and down the hall—quiet footsteps against warm wood, every step echoing with something thick and tender.

Your heart pounds louder than your heels. You don't know why.

You know what's going to happen when you get to the bedroom. You know what he wants to do. You know where this is going. But still. Your heart pounds anyway.

And when he finally shuts the door behind you, he doesn't say anything. Just stands there. Quiet. Watching you, like he's taking you in for the first time.

You're suddenly too aware of everything—the strap digging into your shoulder, the tightness around your ribs, the way the neckline dips lower than anything you'd ever wear on a normal day. But he’d insisted you wear it. Because you loved it.

But now, you just feel exposed.

Vulnerable.

“Can I help you with your zipper?” he asks.

You nod, turning for him.

He takes a step forward. And then another and another. Until there's only the smallest bit of space between you. Just enough that you can feel the heat of his skin, smell the cologne lingering on his collar, his neck, the underside of his jaw.

You feel his hands lift and inhale, sharp.

They hover at your neck, his knuckles brushing your bare skin, as he gently tugs the zipper down. It’s slow—so slow—slipping down your spine. Bit by bit, inch by inch. His touch lingers, thumbs stroking circles into your back. It’s deliberate and soft and makes your eyes flutter shut. Makes your heart pound a little louder.

He brushes your hair over your shoulder and then he’s leaning down, lips skimming your skin, hands sliding the dress down your arms, following the path of the zipper. The air is cool where he just touched and you shiver, a little.

You can hear the fabric pooling at your feet. It's soft and heavy and you can't bring yourself to care about stepping on it. Because he’s still kissing your neck, one hand on your shoulder and one on your waist, and all you can think about is how much you want him closer.

How much you need him.

“Jude,” you breathe. “Please—”

He hums against your skin. “Shhh. Let me take care of you.” His hand slides up your front, just once, just barely ghosting the underside of your breast before moving to your collarbone, thumb sweeping up. “I've got you.”

He says it like a vow, a promise he’s sworn a thousand times and will swear a thousand more.

I’ve got you.

And he does.

You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you from behind, bare chest warm against your back as his lips graze the shell of your ear. You’re only in your underwear now—your skin humming, warm—but somehow, you’ve never felt safer.

He kisses a line from your shoulder to the back of your neck, each press of his mouth soft and open and reverent. Like if he’s gentle enough, he can undo everything you felt tonight.

“I hate seeing you doubt yourself,” he whispers against your skin, voice low and ragged. “You don’t need to.”

You tilt your head back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as his hands slide down your sides, slow and careful.

“I just wanted to be enough,” you whisper. It slips out before you can stop it.

Jude freezes for the tiniest second. And then he turns you around gently, and tips your chin up with a touch so light it almost doesn’t land.

“You are,” he says, like it’s the most obvious truth in the world. “You’re my everything.”

You don’t get a chance to answer before he’s kissing you again—this time slower, deeper. The kind of kiss that makes your knees go soft and your stomach flutter like you’re sixteen again and in way over your head.

You let him guide you backward until your legs hit the bed.

And then he’s lowering you down—gently, carefully, like you’re made of something soft and sacred. The back of your knees press into the mattress, and your spine sinks into the familiar give of the sheets you picked out together. Jude follows, easing between your legs, the weight of him settling on top of you in a way that feels both grounding and electrifying.

It’s familiar and easy and everything. It’s a warm night and a soft bed and everything you could ever want. It’s home.

The light from the window cuts across his jaw, catching the edge of his cheekbone, casting soft golden shadows over his skin, as he kisses you again—sweet and unhurried. His lips taste faintly like peppermint and champagne.

You reach for his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. Your breath is coming in quick, uneven puffs now, making you feel like you're falling in love all over again, every time.

He pulls back slightly, bracing on his forearm, giving you room.

“I’ve got it,” you murmur, but your hands tremble just a little.

He chuckles, low and soft, kissing the side of your mouth. “Take your time, sweetheart.”

Your fingertips skim each button, slowly, deliberately, and he watches you with a look that makes your stomach flutter—like he wants to memorize this moment, like he’s never wanted anything more than your hands on him, touching him, loving him.

When the last button slips free, you push the shirt open. He shrugs out of it, tossing it somewhere off the side of the bed without looking, and your palms immediately find his chest—warm, firm, solid. You drag your hands down the taut lines of his torso, over the smooth plane of his abs, to the sharp dip of his hips. He’s so fit, so beautifully built.

His pants are next. You undo the button and slide the zipper down, knuckles brushing his skin, and he hisses softly through his teeth.

“Baby,” he breathes, and the word curls in your belly like heat.

He kicks the pants off, then reaches for you, pulling you into another kiss—long, deep, and slow. You can feel him hard against your thigh, straining through his briefs, and you reach between you, palm pressing against him. He groans, hips rocking into your touch.

Your fingers glide along the shape of him through the fabric, teasing, dragging slowly from base to tip, and his mouth stutters against yours.

“Fuck,” he mutters, low and strained. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smile against his lips.

You dip your fingers beneath the waistband, hand wrapping around him, and he jerks slightly—his hips instinctively chasing your touch. He’s thick and hot and heavy in your palm, and when you stroke him—slow and purposeful—his head falls forward, forehead resting against yours.

“Hold on, baby,” he whispers, catching your wrist with a firm but gentle grip. His voice is so low, so rough, it practically vibrates in your chest. “Let’s take this slow, yeah? Tonight’s about you.”

He kisses you one last time—deep and lingering—then starts his descent, eyes never leaving yours as he moves lower. You feel the warmth of his breath against your stomach, then the brush of his hands against your hips as he hooks his fingers into your panties.

He peels them down slowly—agonizingly slow—eyes flicking up to watch your expression as he does it. It’s intimate. Almost too much. Your breath catches in your throat as the fabric slips past your thighs, your knees, your ankles, and then you’re bare for him. Entirely.

Jude kneels between your legs, hands sliding up your calves, then your thighs, slow and reverent. His thumbs press into the softest parts of you, grounding you, making your breath stutter.

He leans in, his voice a low rasp against your skin. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

The words make your stomach tighten, a flush spreading hot and fast across your chest. But you do as he asks, parting your legs slowly, your pulse roaring in your ears.

He kisses your inner thighs first—one, then the other—soft and open-mouthed, lips dragging over your skin, tasting you inch by inch. Your muscles twitch beneath him, the anticipation building until you’re squirming.

And then—finally—he moves higher. His mouth hovers so close, you can feel his breath.

He groans, low and quiet, and the sound makes your hips lift off the bed just a little.

“Jude, please—” you breathe.

“I know, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He says, a vow. “Just relax for me, alright?”

Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your neck, in your stomach, in the tips of your fingers. But then his mouth is on you, and the noise that slips out of you is somewhere between a gasp and a whine.

It's so good.

So good.

The kiss is soft against your clit, just the barest hint of contact, but it’s enough to send a bolt of pleasure straight through your body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” he breathes against you, his words turning to vibrations that make you shudder. "So fucking wet for me. How could you ever think I want anyone else?”

His mouth finds you again, this time with more pressure, and you can’t help but cry out. He groans into you, tongue circling your clit slowly—too slowly—deliberate and purposeful.

Your back arches off the bed, hands gripping the sheets, and he moves with you, following you, holding your hip down with a firm touch. His other hand slides beneath your ass, tilting you up, giving him better access. He’s so focused, so intent on this one thing—on you—on making you feel good—that it almost makes you feel dizzy.

He circles your clit again—slowly, firmly—then takes it into his mouth, tongue flicking softly. The rhythm is easy and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world to do this. And you know he does. You know he’d stay here for hours if you wanted him to, just because he loves it.

The knowledge makes your chest ache.

You want to close your eyes but you don't. Because you like watching him like this—head buried between your thighs, eyes half-lidded as he glances up at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

And then he sucks on your clit—gently at first, and then firmer, tongue swirling softly—and the moan that rips out of you sounds almost animalistic.

“Yeah? You like that?” He murmurs against you, the words buzzing against your skin. He doesn't wait for an answer before he dives back in, licking a broad stripe across your cunt, the vibration of his groan humming against you. “You taste so good, baby.” He kisses your clit once, twice, three times—soft and lingering. “So perfect.” Another kiss. Another. “All mine.”

His mouth moves lower, tongue dipping inside you, fucking you with slow, lazy thrusts, and you grip his coils, holding him against you. Your hips rock against his face, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, he gets more intense. More deliberate. More focused on making you come undone.

His thumb presses against your clit, circling slowly as he tastes you, drinks you in. It doesn’t take long before the pressure starts to build—low and hot in your belly. Your legs start to tremble, thighs tightening around him.

“I’m gonna—” You can barely speak. “Jude, I’m gonna—” The words get lost in a gasp, hips bucking against his mouth.

He lifts off just long enough to say, “Give it to me.” Then his mouth is back on you, sucking your clit between his lips as his tongue flicks against it—over and over and over again. It's too much, too fast. You can't—you need—

“Baby.” Your back arches, hands gripping his hair, holding him to you as you grind against his tongue. “Oh fuck, I'm coming—”

And you do.

You come so hard your vision goes white, spine lifting off the bed as pleasure crashes through you in wave after wave after wave. He doesn’t stop, riding you through it until you’re shaking and boneless beneath him. Until you’re begging him to stop, to slow down, to please—please—you can’t take anymore.

He sits up, lips slick and shiny, and kisses the inside of your thigh softly, sweetly, as you come down. The muscles in your legs twitch and you can’t quite catch your breath, but you manage a soft, “Thank you.”

He chuckles against your skin, the sound so fond it makes your chest go soft. “Always so polite.” He kisses the other thigh. Then the delicate skin between your hipbones. “So good for me, baby. So sweet.”

He moves higher, lips pressing against your stomach, then the swell of your breast, then the hollow of your throat, where he sucks, soft and gentle. The mark he leaves is a promise—To show you. To prove it to you.

To make you understand, once and for all, just how much he wants you. Just how much you’re the only one he’ll ever see.

You pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, and it makes something hot and primal curl low in your stomach. Your hands find his briefs again, tugging at the waistband. He helps you, shifting his hips just enough to shove them down.

When he settles against you again, he’s still achingly hard. The thick line of his cock rests heavy and hot against your hip. He doesn’t break the kiss as he kicks them off, his body never straying far from yours. The soft drag of his skin against your thighs sends shivers up your spine. His hands bracket your hips, grounding you, anchoring you to this moment.

When he settles against you again, he’s still achingly hard. The thick line of his cock rests heavy and hot against your hip. It makes you shiver.

Jude’s nose brushes against yours, the tip of it warm. “Are you ready?” he asks.

His voice is barely a whisper, rough and quiet and full of something deep. You barely get a nod out before he’s moving—he doesn’t wait for an answer, just reaches between you to line himself up, his forehead resting against yours. The tip of him catches your entrance and you both groan softly, breath tangling in the small space between your mouths.

You feel the moment he starts to push inside. He's so hard, so thick, it almost takes your breath away.

“Shit,” you whisper.

The stretch is slow, deep, almost overwhelming. His hips rock against you gently, working himself deeper with every roll, every press. He’s shaking a little bit, and you know it’s from the effort of holding back. The thought makes something inside you squeeze. It always does.

He moves slowly, letting you adjust, letting you feel every inch of him as he presses into you. Your breath hitches, back arching slightly, and he catches your mouth in another kiss. It’s all lips and breath and heat. A kiss that says I’m here. You’re safe. You’re mine.

“Almost there, baby,” he murmurs. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

His words are wet against your lips, his hips pausing when he’s fully buried in you. When he finally bottoms out, you both pause, just breathing each other in. His chest rises and falls against yours, sticky with sweat. His hand finds your thigh, strokes it, calming. The silence is warm. Full.

“Jude.” You whisper his name, hands curling against his chest. Your fingertips find the curve of his collarbone, trace the muscle there.

“I know.” He pulls back, eyes searching your face—so dark, so soft. “I’ve got you.”

And then he moves—slow and deep, hips rolling against yours in a way that makes you melt. It’s a lazy kind of thrust, and he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so perfect.” He sucks a mark into your neck, another on your collarbone. His rhythm never falters, never speeds up. He moves like he’s making love to every part of you at once. His breath falls in sync with yours.

Every stroke, every thrust feels like he’s trying to get closer, to show you how much you mean to him. Every drag of his cock against your walls makes pleasure spark bright behind your eyes, until you can barely remember to breathe.

He grips your thigh, lifting it slightly to give himself a better angle. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice rough, not taking his eyes off of you for a second, watching every little expression on your face with so much focus, so much intent. Memorizing everything about this moment.

His hand slips between you, thumb pressing against your clit. You're so sensitive, the touch almost makes you jump, but he doesn't relent. He circles the small bundle of nerves gently, the pressure perfect as his hips rock against yours, over and over and over. The rhythm is slow but strong—designed to destroy you.

“So fucking tight for me, honey.” His voice is low, broken, and it sounds like it’s been pulled from somewhere deep in his chest. His thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing slow and firm as his hips snap forward, grinding against you. The fullness is almost overwhelming.

“Look.” He guides your gaze down to where you're connected. “Want you to see how good you take me.” He pushes in deeper. “Feel how perfect this is.” Another thrust. “See how fucking beautiful you are.”

You glance down, and the sight makes your breath catch. The slick glide of him sliding into you, the way your bodies fit like puzzle pieces, the dark flush of his cock disappearing into your body—it’s obscene and intimate and so fucking tender it makes your eyes sting.

“So good for me.” He's slurring his words now, his breath is a wet puff against your ear. “So sweet.” He nips the lobe gently, begging for control as your warm, wet, gummy walls clench down on him so fucking good. “All mine.” His teeth drag your neck, tongue soothing the sting. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I'm yours.” You don’t recognize your voice—broken, breathy, needy. “Yours.” Your fingernails dig into his back, dragging down his shoulders as the pleasure starts to build again.

He groans against your neck, hips starting to lose their rhythm. “Yeah?” He pants. “Mine?” Another thrust. A harder one. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.” You reach for him, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down until his face is pressed against your neck, until you’re so wrapped up in each other you don’t know where he ends and you begin. You can feel every inch of him. Every breath. Every beat of his heart. “Only yours.”

He moans against you, hips snapping forward, driving into you so deep and so full you swear you can feel him in your throat. “Mine,” he agrees, and there’s a possessiveness to the word that makes your toes curl. “Always mine.”

Your nails drag across his back and he shudders, hips jerking against you, and… fuck.

The angle is perfect. His cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision go white, over and over and over, each thrust pushing you higher, closer. You try to tell him but you can barely form the words, let alone say them out loud.

“Shit.” You finally manage. “Oh my god.”

“Here?” He asks, knowing. He drives in again—harder, deeper, grinding against you just right—and you see stars.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Jude. Please.” Your hips lift, legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, deeper. “Don’t stop.”

The sound that rips from his throat is something between a growl and a groan. His pace quickens, hips slapping against yours in an obscene slick slap of skin against skin. The sound of him fucking you—thrusting into you—is so fucking dirty, it makes your chest tighten. You're so fucking wet.

His body is slick with sweat, muscles tight with the effort to keep his pace.

“That’s it,” he murmurs into your ear, his voice barely more than a low, breathless rasp. “Just like that. Fucking made for me. So fucking wet…this pussy, I swear—” He chockes on the words, lips drag up your throat. “So tight, baby, so good. Can’t believe you're mine.”

You cry out, gripping his hair, pulling him into another kiss. His lips taste like sweat, like you—like everything. And you want to fucking drown in him.

“I—I love you,” you whisper. “So much.”

“I love you too, baby.” His voice cracks on the last word. It’s so fucking genuine, so full of everything, it almost makes your heart stop. “So much.” He pants against your ear, hips still working against yours. “You're all I think about. All I want. All I fucking need."

Your eyes flutter closed as you press a kiss to the side of his face. He feels so good. He always does, but this? This feels like worship. Like he's praying to you with every thrust.

The pleasure is building again, so fast, so sharp, it almost makes you dizzy. Your nails dig into his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist.

“I can’t—I can’t—” Your breath is coming in sharp gasps. “Jude—I need—”

“I know.” He lifts up just enough to look at you, eyes soft and glassy, a little unfocused. His forehead presses to yours, damp and warm. “Me too, baby.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, the edge of your jaw. “Come with me.” Another kiss. “Please.” Another. “Wanna feel you.” His lips drag across your cheek, breath fanning out on your face as his jaw goes slack, head dropping forward, the veins in his neck standing out. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last.”

You cling to him, tighter, closer, every muscle in your body tensing and squeezing. He feels it.

His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing softly as his hips press against yours, grinding, thrusting. You can feel the exact moment you start to come—the way your body tightens, the way your breath catches, the way he groans against your skin and chases you over the edge.

Your orgasm rips through you like lightning. It’s sharp and bright and so fucking intense you feel like you’re breaking apart, right there in his arms. And he holds you through it. Holds you so tightly, so gently.

It doesn’t take him long to follow after, hips snapping against yours one last time as he buries himself as deep as he can go. He groans, low and long and ragged, his whole body going tense, shaking, "Oh, fuck. Baby—I—"

And you can feel it. You can feel him come inside you—hot and wet and so fucking deep.

Your hands find his back, stroking up and down his shoulders, his spine, the nape of his neck. The touch is soft, soothing, and it seems to relax him, ease him. His muscles go slack, the tension bleeding out of him with every breath. He nuzzles into your throat, lips soft and damp against your skin.

Neither of you speaks.

Not yet.

The only sound in the room is your breathing—yours, fast and uneven; his, heavy and deep.

He doesn’t pull out right away. He just stays there, inside you, wrapped around you, his arms sliding under your back and pulling you in tighter, tighter, like he can’t bear to let go.

You turn your head just enough to brush your lips against his temple.

“I needed that,” you whisper.

He hums against your neck, nuzzling into the soft skin there like a big, satisfied cat. “Me too,” he murmurs. “So fucking much.”

He finally lifts his head, just enough to look at you. His eyes—God, his eyes. They’re soft. Adoring. Full of that same love you feel burning in your chest.

“You okay?” he asks.

You smile, hand finding his face, thumb sweeping across his cheek. “Better than okay.”

He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he turns his head to kiss your palm.

You stare at him for a second. At the fan of his lashes against his cheeks, at the softness of his lips against your skin. And it hits you, just how lucky you are.

And in that moment—with his heart beating against yours and his arms wrapped tightly around you—you finally believe him. You believe all of it. Every word. Every touch.

You are enough.

You are his.

And he is yours.

-Bianca🌻

[neverstophyo]

⨳ 　 ʾ apps/sites 4 shifting 　 . 　 ♡

hi! this will be long but i made a list of apps/sites that might be helpful for your shifting journey. reminder that you don't need these to shift but they can be helpful with manifesting, keeping track of stuff, etc.

enjoy! divider cr

NOT SPONSORED BTW LMAO

﹒ 　 ⊹ 　 🝮 　 OO1: NOTION 　 ✩

description:

basically notion is an app for documents and stuff. i have to say this one's relatively known and it's such a huge life saver and i know that probably everyone knows about it already (as they should) but i'm gonna recommend it once again.

useful for:

scripting

dashboards you can add life goals & stuff here you can look up some templates/ideas and see what i mean LOL

cons:

i personally can not think of any major ones because this app is just that good

you do have to make new accounts for the text ai generating feature but i don't know if anyone would use that

additional notes:

i personally love how customizable it is! like you can make each page have a custom icon & header, add widgets, images, and so much more. it is so so so insanely helpful for scripting i'm telling you. or you can just be basic, that works too. there's also a bunch of script templates online including specific ones (like a better cr, fame dr, fantasy dr, fandom-specific drs, bla bla bla) and it's literally the only thing shifttok is good for imo. i'm a big fan of shifterium's templates but there's other people who make them as well and i'm sure you can find some recommendations!

★ 　 ₊ 　 ➲ 　OO2: CANVA

description:

a website + app where you can design stuff from headers down to presentations, posters, covers, etc..

useful for:

album covers for singer/idol drs

book covers for writer drs or something

fake social media posts but there's better apps out there and i'll list them here as well

and much more!

cons:

a lot of things (most of which i think are the good stuff) are paid but you can find similar replicas if you scroll long enough i guess..?? and there's a free trial but i don't know if that helps

additional notes:

definitely my favorite place to go when i need to design something tbh. there's a bunch of templates you can use and the layout is very easy to navigate through! and it's pretty easy to find free alternatives for the paid stuff you do have in there

₍ⁿ⑅..ⁿ₎ 　 ˇ 　 ⩩ 　 OO3: PARROT 　 ❀ 　

description:

parrot is an app where you can record yourself saying literally anything and play it on a continuous loop

useful for:

affirmations (manifesting??)

cons:

i'm pretty sure it's iOS only

additional notes:

personally i haven't used this app (i don't like my voice so i will not be recording myself saying affirmations thank yew) so i can't give it a rating but from the looks of it and based off of recommendations i've seen it's pretty useful. should be a white icon with a pink circle that has a white parrot in it!

≥≤ 　 ﹕ 　 ⤷ 　 OO4: BEHINDTHENAME 　 ◍

description:

a site where you can generate names & even life stories if you choose it (including height, weight, blood type, birthday, nationality and more i think?? at least it gives those for me). you can choose from different cultures and stuff like fantasy & mythology.

useful for:

finding a name & info for your dr self (which is literally you by the way don't forget that!) and potentially other people you'd like to script in

cons:

it really just helps to make a basic profile of a person so the things you can do with it can be a little limited

additional notes:

i prefer using this site for ocs instead but i think it can definitely help with shifting! oddly enough it also shows like a lifespan & cause of death so.. cool i guess!!!!

✦ 　 ﹕ 　 OO5: SOCIAL MAKER/dummy

description:

social maker & social dummy are both apps where you can replicate almost basically anything from the internet from twitter posts to facebook posts, youtube posts, and more!

useful for:

social media stuff especially useful for fame drs, streamer drs, idol/singer drs and so much more

cons:

both apps were deleted so you have to have had installed them before if you want to get them back

social maker is ios only i think?

additional notes:

yeah both apps are deleted but there's alternatives out there like twinote (for twitter) photonote (for instagram) canva (has fake social media templates as i said lol) and others that you can look for (because i personally only use twinote)

⋆ 　 ᶻᶻ 　 　 OO6: HELLOFACE 　 ﹒ 　 ★

description:

basically an app for ai face swapping

useful for:

seeing what your face claim (if you have one) would look like on for example dances, fancams, interviews definitely useful for idol/singer/maybe fame drs

cons:

uses ai (i'm personally not a big fan of ai)

pretty underground so the chances that you might not like it are not low

✭ 　 　 ❒︎ 　 OO7: ROOM PLANNER 　 . 　 ♡

description:

basically what the name says. it's a 3d home designer

useful for:

making your dr room/house

visualizing your dr room/house

cons:

has paid stuff

┊ 　 ‧ 　⬭ 　 OO8: COMBYNE

description:

an app where you can combine items you like from a wide selection of stuff to make outfits!

useful for:

making outfits for your dr

visualizing said outfits

additional notes:

there's other things you can do on the app like challenges where you can compete to make the best outfit i think?? looks pretty fun i might try it HAHAHA

yuh so i got a little lazy here at the end & i know this is prolly not very helpful because most of these apps/sites are pretty well known but maybe just maybe.. i helped someone out...

HAPPY SHIFTING!!!!!

[all-the-fish]

Oh, you know, just the usual internet browsing experience in the year of 2024

Some links and explanations since I figured it might be useful to some people, and writing down stuff is nice.

First of all, get Firefox. Yes, it has apps for Android/iOS too. It allows more extensions and customization (except the iOS version), it tracks less, the company has a less shitty attitude about things. Currently all the other alternatives are variations of Chromium, which means no matter how degoogled they supposedly are, Google has almost a monopoly on web browsing and that's not great. Basically they can introduce extremely user unfriendly updates and there's nothing forcing them to not do it, and nowhere for people to escape to. Current examples of their suggested updates are disabling/severly limiting adblocks in June 2024, and this great suggestion to force sites to verify "web environment integrity" ("oh you don't run a version of chromium we approve, such as the one that runs working adblocks? no web for you.").

uBlockOrigin - barely needs any explanation but yes, it works. You can whitelist whatever you want to support through displaying ads. You can also easily "adblock" site elements that annoy you. "Please log in" notice that won't go away? Important news tm sidebar that gives you sensory overload? Bye.

Dark Reader - a site you use has no dark mode? Now it has. Fairly customizable, also has some basic options for visually impaired people.

SponsorBlock for YouTube - highlights/skips (you choose) sponsored bits in the videos based on user submissions, and a few other things people often skip ("pls like and subscribe!"). A bit more controversial than normal adblock since the creators get some decent money from this, but also a lot of the big sponsors are kinda scummy and offer inferior product for superior price (or try to sell you a star jpg land ownership in Scotland to become a lord), so hearing an ad for that for the 20th time is kinda annoying. But also some creators make their sponsored segments hilarious.

Privacy Badger (and Ghostery I suppose) - I'm not actually sure how needed these are with uBlock and Firefox set to block any tracking it can, but that's basically what it does. Find someone more educated on this topic than me for more info.

Https Everywhere - I... can't actually find the extension anymore, also Firefox has this as an option in its settings now, so this is probably obsolete, whoops.

Facebook Container - also comes with Firefox by default I think. Keeps FB from snooping around outside of FB. It does that a lot, even if you don't have an account.

WebP / Avif image converter - have you ever saved an image and then discovered you can't view it, because it's WebP/Avif? You can now save it as a jpg.

YouTube Search Fixer - have you noticed that youtube search has been even worse than usual lately, with inserting all those unrelated videos into your search results? This fixes that. Also has an option to force shorts to play in the normal video window.

Consent-O-Matic - automatically rejects cookies/gdpr consent forms. While automated, you might still get a second or two of flashing popups being yeeted.

XKit Rewritten - current most up to date "variation "fork" of XKit I think? Has settings in extension settings instead of an extra tumblr button. As long as you get over the new dash layout current tumblr is kinda fine tbh, so this isn't as important as in the past, but still nice. I mostly use it to hide some visual bloat and mark posts on the dash I've already seen.

YouTube NonStop - do you want to punch youtube every time it pauses a video to check if you're still there? This saves your fists.

uBlacklist - blacklists sites from your search results. Obviously has a lot of different uses, but I use it to hide ai generated stuff from image search results. Here's a site list for that.

Redirect AMP to HTML - redirects links from their amp version to the normal version. Amp link is a version of a site made faster and more accessible for phones by Bing/Google. Good in theory, but lets search engines prefer some pages to others (that don't have an amp version), and afaik takes traffic from the original page too. Here's some more reading about why it's an issue, I don't think I can make a good tl;dr on this.

Also since I used this in the tags, here's some reading about enshittification and why the current mainstream internet/services kinda suck.

[changes]

Tuesday, February 4th, 2025

🌟 New

Communities are now a native experience in the iOS and Android apps. This means we’re no longer relying on the in-app browser (with the exception of moderation tools, which we’re still working on), so your experience with communities will be noticeably more responsive.

We’ve improved the way you re-order your Dashboard tabs. It’s now more intuitive, and as a bonus, it actually works all the time now.

You might notice that the Activity filter icon is now different and easier to tap.

A few months back, we sponsored our new friends at The Iconfactory because we share their passion for great social media experiences, and their new app Tapestry, which supports [tumblr], is now publicly available! If you have an iPhone or iPad, check it out!

🛠 Fixed

Inbox items can once again be reported from the iOS app. Please keep your apps up-to-date!

🚧 Ongoing

No ongoing incidents to speak of right now.

🌱 Upcoming

You’ll soon be able to see when your posts get reblogged to a community under Activity.

Experiencing an issue? Check for Known Issues and file a Support Request if you have something new. We’ll get back to you as soon as we can!

Want to share your feedback about something? Check out our Work in Progress blog and start a discussion with other users.

Wanna support Tumblr directly with some money? Check out Premium and the Supporter badge in TumblrMart!

[wip]

Why did everyone’s profile pics get turned into circles on the dashboard (at least on mobile)? I feel like the change happened with no warning so a lot of people’s profile pics got cropped funny and I don’t understand why y’all made the change in the first place.

Answer: Hi, @lemonsofjune!

It’s true: post headers on web and iOS recently got an update, including changing avatars to circles.

This is part of a larger effort to make Tumblr more accessible and understandable and make posts easier to scan. This change was partly about style (rounded edges tend to feel less harsh) but it’s part of a larger effort to improve how posts work and feel and reduce visual noise. As before, you can still choose between a circle or square avatar shape in your blog settings, and that choice will show up on your blog.

Tumblr posts have to convey a lot in a small space: who made the post, if it’s a reblog or original, when it was posted, whether it’s recommended or sponsored, and how to interact with it. It all needs to be clear at a glance, without overwhelming the post itself. With these changes, elements in the header and footer (the avatar, icons, the typography) are more consistently sized. 

You may also notice that avatars are slightly bigger. This makes it easier to recognize who posted at a glance, which is especially important for reblogs or recommended posts. We learned from previous changes that smaller avatars, or removing them on reblogs, meant people had a harder time identifying who posted, resulting in fewer reblogs, likes, and replies. Trust in the source of a post matters on Tumblr, where reblogs are core to how content spreads.

We’re keeping a close eye on how this feels and will continue refining it. As always, we appreciate hearing what’s working (or not) for you.

[cozmowrites]

The Status App Is ADDICTING

im addicted to the status app please 😭😭 im in as one of my mha ocs but it's literally so fun 🫶🏼🫶🏼

if you're like,,, totally interested, i recommend using my code when you sign up 🥰🥰

(it's also not just mha universe btw!!! it's any fandom! i just know they had mha and jjk in mind when the app was being made, but ive seen hoyoverse, gravity falls, aot, Hogwarts, cookie run, etc etc etc!!)

zyLOnXkvPV

Google play: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=link.socialai.app

ios/apple: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/status-sims-but-social-media/id6596771144

(not sponsored, i just want more energy so i can play 💔 pretty sure you get energy too)

[studywithmith]

How to study for long hours/

I find it easier to study with the pomodoro method, where you focus for 25 minutes at least and then take a break.

However during exam preparation or whenever we have situations where there’s a lot of portions to cover, focusing is really hard. We often get distracted by our phones and devices as well as social media.

So I introduce my favourite life changing app!

I LOVE LOVE LOVE this app, it’s available on both android and iOS.

It basically has a feature where you can choose the apps you want for studying and the rest of the apps are blocked.

It also has a study log where it basically tracks how long you study for a subject.

It allows me to use the apps that I WANT for studying as well as block social media. It reduces my screen time and distractions immensely and I’m able to focus much better !

(Ps- this is not sponsored)

I hope this helps!

Love,

Mith <3

[xenioi]

btw im now obsessed with this dragon version of flappy bird and i need to show you

theres eggs to hatch

tons of different dragons

different maps and quests

this isnt sponsored i just fucking love dragons

edit: im an idiot i forgot to add more info. its called flappy dragon, ive no clue if its on ios or not but im playing on an android, and most crucially: it doesnt force any ads on you! you can watch them to get an extra life when you die or make eggs hatch faster but they dont pop up on their own

[redrandomposts]

HI ITS ME AGAIN TEEHEE

they do !! but hades and persephone are like stinkin fuckin rich so i dont think coins will be a problem for them lmao

THE SKILLS THO IM WEEPING ,,,, shallow emotions HELLO !?!?!?! THE OBSESSION ONE LMFOAHDKSGHJSH

one specific skill i want ivan to have is a crowd control-type skill that basically summons his stage from round 3 bc a) its cool and b) its cool :>

ALSO DID U SEE T-T DID U SEE THE NEW COMIC T-T TILL MOM ?!?!?! WEEPS im already hyperfocused on new AUs ft cool single mom io watching her son fumble the one boy who looks at her boy like till put all the stars and planets in the sky LMAOLHFJSKDJS

do not think about how ivan is the only one out of 4nakt who never felt the type of genuine, unconditional love that the others did (mizi felt it from shine and sua, sua felt it from mizi, till felt it from his mother) which is why he never understood the others at least at an emotional level lmao

— 🌦️

till surrounded by love and ivan devoid of it.

hahaha.

new skill unlocked!

-unloved: temporarily block the star stream. after all, no one loves you enough to come watch.

(till(1): hey, how the fuck did this get here?!

till(2): ivan isnt unloved! he has me!

till(3): fuck, who did this?! ill beat them up!)

-black sorrow: share your sorrows to the world by making an "illusion" of a stage to sing your heart out. can choose another person to sing with.

(the first song from ivan. it's the centerpiece of the golden shelf, but no one dares to play it.)

in that case, hades and persephone does not need to sponsor him. im p sure there's other ways to get skills from other constellations?? maybe??? or, yknow, they tell yoo sangah to take care of ivan. imagine they recognize ivan as a grandson before kdj as a son because ivan is dead and ready to join them.

persephone: hey, ysh, see that kid?

ysh: ??? lee gilyoung??

persephone: no, the cute one. his name's ivan. you protect him or else.

ysh: ?????

and then ivan dies for the first (second) time

[okayxairen]

hi guys introducing the next season of breaking bad comics sponsored by COMIC MANIA rhe one and only comic maker on the ios app store for free

[blogitalianissimo]

io che ci speravo tanto che l'entry di isr4le si rifiutasse di cambiare il testo della canzone fino all'eliminazione dal partecipare cmq 😔 non tanto per guardare leurovision (che in ogni caso ho sempre guardato dopo, e le highlights) ma per il fatto in se

Anon scusa, approfitto del tuo ask per chiedervi un favore, se mi dovete mandare ask a riguardo per piacere censurate la parola eur0vision, non ho mai capito come funzionano le tendenze su questo social e se serva necessariamente un tag, ma nel dubbio non voglio contribuire a mandare quello scempio in tendenza.

Il punto è che secondo me doveva essere eliminata a prescindere, e per 2 motivi precisi:

1. C'è il precedente della Russia, se elimini la Russia devi fare lo stesso pure con Azerbaijan ed isr4ele

2. La cantante non per forza è colpevole delle azioni del suo governo, ma questo non è il caso perché appunto lei è a tutti gli effetti una s1onista, e ad individui del genere non dovrebbe essere permesso di partecipare

Poi vabbè, ricordo comunque a tutti che il main sponsor della competizione è isr4eliano, quindi eliminare isr4ele non sarebbe comunque bastato a parer mio

Purtroppo questo festival è profondamente s1onista, non lo scopriamo oggi, ma speravamo che almeno ora le cose prendessero una direzione diversa, ma così non è stato e perciò non ci rimane altro che dimenticarci dell'esistenza di questa roba, tenere la TV spenta e non mandarlo in tendenza, anche se ahimè, questo social di ipocriti è tanto bello a parole ma a fatti ieri comunque quello schifo era primo nelle tendenze

[tequitoclown]

List of programs and stuff I use

[pt: List of programs and stuff I use ./end pt]

Disclaimer: This is in no way trying to say I have the best setup of all time or anything. The point of this post is mostly to introduce people to cool things they may not know about, or a place to point to when someone asks what I use!

(Last updated: 6/28/24)

Browser

[pt: browser ./end pt]

Firefox (Windows/Linux/MacOS/Android/IOS) - Obviously I recommend Firefox above all else, especially with chromium-based browsers moving onto manifest V3.

Bitwarden (Windows/Linux/MacOS/Android/IOS) - Good password manager! Used it for years with no complaints!

AdNauseam (Firefox/Chrome) - My adblocker. It's built upon uBlock Origin and has all the same features, but it actively clicks on the ads to waste advertiser money. If that's not up your alley, uBlock Origin is fantastic too!

Wayback Machine extension (Firefox/Chrome/Safari) - Allows you to make snapshots of pages, or view old snapshots if a page isn't loading correctly!

XKit ReWritten (Firefox/Chrome) - Pretty much a must-have for Tumblr. Has a ton of features to make navigating this site much better. Full feature list here!

Discord

[pt: Discord ./end pt]

Vencord (Windows/Linux/MacOS) - A modified Discord client that adds support for plugins and themes. Basically allows you to install plugins from a massive list that improves Discord. (Technically against ToS. Basically, don't post that you're using it in big servers, and turn off your themes before sharing screenshots.)

Bunny (Android/IOS) - If you miss Vendetta for Discord, Bunny is an actively maintained fork of Vendetta! Basically the same as above, but for Android/IOS instead of desktop. Same warnings about ToS apply.

Aliucord (Android) - Miss the old Android app feel, and still want to have plugins/themes? Pretty cool but has a less impressive theme/plugin selection. Same warnings about ToS apply.

Bluecord (Android) - Another Discord modification without the new Discord UI!

Youtube

[pt: Youtube ./end pt]

Freetube (Windows/Linux/MacOS) - A desktop Youtube client with adblock and sponsorblock built in. Still in beta, but very good.

Sponsorblock (Firefox/Chrome) - Pretty much a must-have for watching Youtube these days. Automatically skips over sponsors, self-promos, interaction bait, outros, intros, etc. Highly configurable!

Dearrow (Firefox/Chrome) - Haven't used this very long but I love it. Gets rid of vague or clickbait titles/thumbnails and replaces it with descriptive and more accurate thumbnails. Also built into Freetube now!

Newpipe (Android) - Lightweight Youtube client. I haven't used it myself much but people swear by it!

ReVanced (Android) - Modded Youtube client with Sponsorblock, Return Youtube Dislike, and Youtube Premium features. Doesn't support Dearrow as of 6/25/24 :( (PLEASE BE CAREFUL INSTALLING THIS. If you don't know what you're doing, you can cause some damage!)

Spotify

[pt: spotify ./end pt]

Spicetify (Windows/Linux/MacOS) - Spotify modded client. Has adblock, themes, etc! Think Vencord, but for Spotify.

Misc.

[pt: Misc ./End pt]

Obsidian (Windows/Linux/MacOS/Android/IOS) - Basically a personal wiki for notetaking! A bit of a learning curve. Fanfic writers and worldbuilders... go feral.

Notepad++ (Windows) - A must-have text editor. Might be on more platforms but can't confirm?

Mullvad VPN (Windows/Android) - The only VPN I can 100% recommend. Cheap, fast, and really cares about your privacy. It's a little under $6 USD a month!

NVDA (Windows) - A free screenreader I use for reading large blocks of text. (Notice: I am not visually impaired to the point I rely on a screenreader to navigate my PC. I use it on occasion to read text to me because I have a hard time reading. If you're looking for advice on screenreaders for the visually impaired unfortunately I'm not a good source! Maybe check out the #visually impaired, #blind, or #accessibility?)

Syncthing (Windows/Linux/MacOS/Android) - Lets you sync folders across devices. It's especially good with Obsidian.

"Tequito, I didn't find what I wanted!"

[pt: "Tequito, I didn't find what I wanted!" ./end pt]

I'm sorry. :( If you're looking for a program I have personally mentioned using in the past, feel free to shoot me an ask or DM! Or hey... maybe try searching the letters "FMHY" and having a look around? *wink*

[catindabag]

Hilarius, Festus, and Coryo every time they talk to Lucky Flickerman and his camera crew.

Livia Cardew after finding out that Facet is a professional ✨Fashionista✨.

Real footage of young Coriolanus Xanthos Snow begging Mr. Pluribus Bell and his fluffy fat cat (Mayor Boa Bell) for some cabbage soup and lima beans.

Summing up Coryo “I need some soup!” Snow and Lucy “where are my hair curlers?!” Gray Baird’s platonic relationship.

Coral every time she has to encourage Festus Creed to do his best on stage and gain more sponsors for her.

Real footage of when drunk Coryo Snow tried to stop and distract Dr. Gaul’s Gamemakers from sending the rainbow snakey snakeys inside the Capitol Arena.

Sejanus and Coryo after finally ending the Hunger Games forever.

Dean Casca Highbottom after every PTA meeting.

Real footage of Urban “I can’t sing!” Canville trying to get more sponsors for Teslee on the final Lucky Flickerman Interview.

Dean Casca Highbottom every time he finds out that his personal computer was hacked (again) by either Urban, Coryo, or Io Jasper.

If you’re confused AF, just [read this for context]. Lol. Enjoy.😂

[vee1021]

you laugh you lose cmon grab your friends lets watch some youtube videos with kermie the dog and jimmy the human the memes will never end its you laugh you lose !!!!!11

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[ekip]

Birtakım değişiklikler

🌟 Yenilikler

Topluluk özelliği iOS ve Android uygulamalarına entegre edildi. Bu demek oluyor ki artık erişmek için uygulama içi tarayıcıya ihtiyacımız kalmadı (moderasyon araçları hariç, o bölümde çalışmalarımız sürüyor). Doğal olarak topluluk deneyimin çok daha pürüzsüz hale gelecek.

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Oh my goodness, I've just seen your fic festival request post and am excited to sneak in to participate before it closes. I love your writing and your stories so very much!

My prompt suggestion is... firstprince in Edinburgh, Scotland... in particular, the Edinburgh pride parade (if I may be so oddly specific). AU welcome, canon welcome, makeouts welcome, ahem.

Thank you and good luck wrangling everyone's prompts!

(Firstly, I have to say I love your url and your profile pic! Secondly, this is heavier on the Pride and lighter on the Edinburgh as far as the details go, but I hope it delights. Inspired in part by a tweet shared on tumblr; rated M for dick jokes. Happy Bisexual Awareness Week!)

Something To Be Proud Of

(firstprince, 3.3k, M; read it below or on AO3) read all the fandom fest fics

Henry stares at the carbon copy of the email in his inbox and wills time to go backwards. Just a few minutes, that’s all he needs. Enough time to go back and keep autocorrect from transforming whatever he’d typed after ‘he’ in his pronouns after his name into… that.

Thank you so much for all your help. Together we can make this a truly exceptional Edinburgh Pride. Regards, Henry Fox (he/hung Sent from Outlook for iOS.

How had he not seen it before he hit send on an email going out to every volunteer on their mailing list? How had he not noticed?

Maybe no one else would notice either. No one looks at email signatures that closely, right?

~~~~~

Ok, he’s not delusional enough to think that no one noticed. He had, however, naively believed that everyone would recognise it for what it was and politely ignore his gaff. He gets away scot free for a few days, and then, at the end of an email sent by a volunteer that is mostly as expected, he sees:

Best, Alex (he/him) PS: not sure I did the pronouns right. Does ‘Pride’ over here include being proud of your big dick?

It’s a damned good thing that he wasn’t taking a sip of his tea at the time, or he might be wearing it instead. Once he’s finished choking on nothing and perhaps isn’t quite the colour of a tomato (oh, who is he kidding, of course he still is), Henry professionally answers Alex’s questions about the schedule for the day of the march. He pauses before the sign off, wondering if he should acknowledge the flub or pretend it never happened. In the end, he writes:

Regards, Henry (he/him) PS: Your pronouns look correct to me, but they are, of course, your choice.

He only checks the email about ten times before he sends it. Hopefully, that should be the end of it.

~~~~~

It’s not.

Apparently, Alex has more questions. Apparently the law firm he works for is one of this year’s sponsors and is interested in potentially running a free legal clinic associated with the festival. A noble endeavour, which Henry is only too happy to assist with. He makes a mental note to look into logistics with Kate, the event’s chair, and continues reading. Finding out that Alex is apparently mature enough to be a lawyer lulls him into a false sense of security, though. At the tail of the email, he finds:

PS: regardless of the size of your dick, I’m impressed by the balls it takes to not acknowledge the typo. Then again, maybe it wasn’t? PPS: I’m trying out new pronouns. How do you think (daddy/sir) would go over?

Henry does spit his tea all over his phone this time.

He doesn’t email Alex back right away, but that’s because he has to wait to hear back from Kate. It has nothing to do with the fact that the prospect of dragging this interaction out longer is both horrifying and vaguely thrilling. Henry has noticed that he uses Americanised spellings in his text, which seems to fit with his general demeanour. It piques Henry’s curiosity, even though the thought of actually having to face Alex in person still makes him flush automatically. Eventually he gets an email from Kate that includes additional questions for the firm, as well as telling him that he can pass it off to someone in sponsor coordination. He is, after all, just the volunteer coordinator for the march. This need not involve him.

He still emails Alex back with the questions. And:

PS: Although I support your creativity, I am concerned those pronouns may not be appreciated in a professional setting such as, for instance, a court of law. Just a thought. However, I do suspect they might be rather popular at Pride.

~~~~~

They keep on exchanging emails, even though Henry should have sent Alex’s contact info to sponsor coordination ages ago, even though it becomes clear that Alex is not the one who will be ultimately responsible for the clinic either. On every one, there is a postscript in which Alex makes some kind of joke about the size of Henry’s dick.

do you have to get all your pants specially made with extra room in the crotch

do you have to check your dick as luggage when you fly

have you ever used it as a tripod

is your dick in another time zone

do you call your dick Sir Richard because it’s that prominent

In turn, Henry responds as dryly as possible, which only seems to encourage him. Oddly for someone who is volunteering at the event, Alex seems to have a lot of questions about Pride itself, as though this is the first one he’s attending on any continent. They exchange emails almost right up to the day of the march itself, but if they do taper off, Henry is too busy to notice. Coordinating volunteers for something as big as Edinburgh Pride is intense, and the days tick by before he even knows it.

He’s standing off to the side at the volunteer check-in tent on the morning of the march, going over some last minute logistics with one of his staff, when a voice carries over the hubbub, deep and rich with an out-of-place American accent.

“Sorry, but I was hoping… is Henry here?”

Henry straightens up and turns toward the voice only to find perhaps the most stunning man he’s ever seen standing at the front table. Dark, curly hair, a sharp jaw, big brown eyes with the longest eyelashes Henry has ever seen— he’s actually impossibly beautiful. Unbelievable, really. As is the fact that he’s asking for Henry.

“Hello,” Henry says as he walks over to the front. “How can I help you?”

The man’s eyes snap over to him, and he very clearly looks Henry up and down and swears, “Jesus fuck,” under his breath. Then his eyes come back up to Henry’s face, and he swallows. “You’re not Scottish.”

Henry cocks an eyebrow at him. “Neither are you.”

“Yeah, sorry. I just— need to adjust what you sound like in my head,” he says nonsensically. “I’m Alex?”

Oh.

Oh, Christ.

Henry should have known, because how many other Americans could there be volunteering at Edinburgh Pride? That reality does nothing to help him cope with the situation presented before him, though, in which this is the man who’s been teasing him about the size of his dick for the last month.

“I, uh,” he says eloquently as he tries to pull himself together. There are far too many people standing around watching this exchange. “Hello. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Did your firm get everything sorted with the clinic?”

“Oh,” Alex says, blinking. “Yeah, thanks. Look, I’m sure you’re busy, but I have something for you?”

It kind of comes out as a question, and he’s scratching the back of his head uncertainly, so even though Henry has no idea what’s coming, he nods. Then Alex reaches into his pocket, fishes out something small and round, and places it on the table between them.

It’s a button. A pronoun button, not unlike the one Henry’s already wearing, but instead it reads: he/hung.

Henry’s eyes snap up to find Alex grinning at him with the kind of mischief that Henry honestly should have expected from him sparkling in his eye. “Wanted to make sure you were prepared,” he says with a little one-shouldered shrug. “I’ll see you around, I guess.”

Then he takes his volunteer t-shirt and saunters off—and Christ those jeans are ridiculously tight and doing everything for his arse—leaving Henry gawping after him. A moment later, one of his regular volunteers, Robin, bustles by, catches sight of the button, and lets out a sound that can only be described as a cackle.

“My god, it’s perfect,” they say. “Did he really make this for you?”

Henry can only sigh, dragging a hand over his face. “It appears so. Robin, can you do me a favour?”

“Make sure you’re working the same stations all day?” they surmise. Henry doesn’t need to look to imagine the knowing grin on their face.

Henry wants to say no. Just because Henry’s already managed to combine the affection engendered by their previous email conversations with Alex’s stunning good looks into a powerfully intoxicating cocktail of a crush—well, that’s on Henry and his poor decision-making.

Instead, he says: “Yes, exactly that.”

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Alex had only signed up to volunteer at Pride on a whim. He’s always complaining that he doesn’t know anyone in Edinburgh outside of his coworkers, and one such coworker—someone that he could safely call a friend—suggested that getting involved in the festival would be a good way to meet people. Alex had tried to explain that he wasn’t actually queer, but she’d just given him an odd look and told him that allies were welcome at Pride too. It had felt a little weird signing up despite her assurances, but also kind of good. He was finally going get out there and have a life beyond his job.

He certainly hadn’t expected to strike up a prolonged email exchange with the volunteer coordinator, Henry. He also doesn’t really know why he kept finding excuses to send him new messages, except for Henry’s responses to Alex’s stupid jokes made Alex imagine him rolling his eyes and trying not to laugh, which only egged Alex on further. It was fun. That’s all.

Nothing about any of this made him prepared to show up to the volunteer check-in tent  today and be plunged directly into a sexuality crisis. But that seems to be exactly what’s currently happening now that he’s been confronted by quite possibly the hottest man he’s ever seen. Alex doesn’t even get it because it’s not like he hasn’t been able to objectively appreciate attractive men before, and blond hair and blue eyes have historically never really done it for him. Even if they are combined with swooping cheekbones, and broad shoulders, and obscenely full, pink lips.

All he knows is that as much as this doesn’t make sense, it also suddenly does. Why he’d felt drawn to sign up in the first place. Why he spent the last month reading about the history of Pride in Edinburgh and around the world. Why he’d gone on a deep dive doing research about different sexualities, brushing it off as wanting to be informed before meeting new people.

Why he was so obsessed with Henry’s dick.

Jesus fuck.

He thinks he manages to hold a short conversation. Somehow he even gives Henry the custom button he brought as a joke, smiling the whole time like he’s not moment’s away from dropping to his knees. He flees the table safe in the knowledge that Henry will likely be too busy coordinating stuff all day and Alex probably won’t see him again. That confidence is shattered when, not even an hour later, Henry shows up at the station Alex is supposed to be working. He’s even wearing the joke button, under his regular pronoun button and next to a little rainbow flag pin. Alex is going to die.

“Oh hey,” Alex says in a reasonable facsimile of nonchalance. “Did you need me for something?”

“Not exactly,” Henry replies. “I’ll be working this station too.”

Yeah, Alex is definitely not going to make it through the day.

~~~~~

It actually turns out to be not as bad as he feared, despite how Henry’s volunteer t-shirt is probably a size too small (never mind that in the context of everyone else at Pride he looks downright conservative) and Alex keeps getting caught staring at his shoulders or his back or his waist. Henry keeps on giving him weird looks at the beginning, probably because he’s expecting Alex to be cracking crude jokes. Too bad Alex is way too wound up in his own head to think of anything at all.

They’re pretty busy all day, but they do get a chance to chat occasionally, mostly small talk stuff about jobs and how they both ended up in Edinburgh. Henry is there for grad school, apparently, and has been volunteering for Pride since he moved out from under his grandmother’s restrictive shadow. In turn, Alex tells him about applying for the law job on a whim, desperate to set himself apart from his parents, and how much he likes Edinburgh (despite the weather). As the day stretches on and the streets fill up, Alex feels himself relaxing into his skin again, undeniably enjoying the festivities as well as Henry’s company.

See, the other thing he never, ever expected is how good it feels to be here. All the people around him loudly comfortable in themselves, and the color and glitter and celebration— it’s amazing, but it’s not just that he’s watching other people be happy. There’s a kind of ecstatic joy that bubbles up inside him at the fact that he’s part of it, one that he feels down to his bones. A sense of belonging that he’s never really experienced before, and that, more than anything else, makes him more certain of his newfound revelation.

Straight people probably don’t feel like this at Pride.

At the end of the day, he’s helping pack up the main volunteer tent when he comes across a table full of pins depicting different pride flags. He dimly remembers seeing them when he’d checked in and thinking that none of them applied to him. Now, he stares down at them and bites his lower lip uncertainly.

“There’s a box for those under the table,” Henry tells him from across the tent, misinterpreting his hesitation.

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Alex says, and Henry’s already turning back to whatever he’s doing when he manages to continue, “Hey, can I— um, can I take one of these?”

Henry stops, his brow creasing as he tips his head slightly. “Of course. That’s what they’re there for.”

“Right, thanks,” Alex says with a tight smile.

He puts his hand out, hesitates, then picks up one with pink, purple, and blue stripes. Stares down at it for another moment before he realizes he’s probably being weird and he’s pretty sure Henry is still watching him. He swallows hard, then pins it to his shirt next to his pronoun button.

No one jumps out to call him out for being an impostor. Henry offers him a careful smile, then turns back to his work like he knows Alex needs a moment to himself. He lets his fingers rub over the surface of the pin, feeling the little enamel ridges, and something settles under his skin, like an itch he hadn’t even been aware of until it was gone.

He feels almost normal by the time Henry walks up to him once they’re finished and everything is packed away in someone’s car.

“Thanks so much for your help today,” Henry says. 

“It was my pleasure,” Alex replies, and means it more than he can say. “I’m really glad I decided to sign up.”

“I realize you may very well be tired of my face at this point, but if you don’t already have plans, I was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink?”

Alex would like to make a joke about how it might be literally impossible to get tired of Henry’s face, but at this point he’d probably fuck up and confess his undying love for a guy he just met. “Sounds great,” he says instead, looking around at where a few of the other volunteers are lingering nearby. “Do y’all usually all go out together afterward?”

Henry coughs slightly and glances down at the ground for a few seconds as his cheeks turn faintly pink. “Well yes, a group of them usually do. But I was actually asking if you wanted to go out with me,” he says. “Just the two of us.”

“Oh,” Alex breathes as his stomach decides to do a backflip. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Spending all day volunteering with Henry was fun. Going on a date with Henry, being the sole focus of his attention, is intoxicating. Alex feels like he could sit here all night listening to Henry talk about his research on queer history, although that’s far from the only thing they talk about. As the night wears on and the pub slowly empties, Alex is buzzing with a few drinks and the euphoria of really clicking with someone, already wondering when would be too soon to ask Henry out again.

Henry shifts slightly so his legs press against Alex’s where they’re tangled together under the table—have been for several hours, actually. He’s playing with the stirrer in his empty glass, and a little teasing smirk sneaks onto his lips as he looks up at Alex.

“So you made me a custom pronoun button but forgot your own?”

“Ah, you know,” Alex replies with a shit-eating grin and a one-shouldered shrug, “thought it would be too distracting, what with how everyone would be hitting on me all day.”

Henry hums thoughtfully, biting back a wider smile. “If you wanted to avoid that, you probably should have chosen some looser trousers.”

“That’s fair. I suppose you had to go for the room in yours.” Alex pauses a beat. “You know, on account of the size of your dick.”

That makes Henry actually laugh and shake his head fondly. “I was waiting all day for that.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Alex says, chuckling along with him. It does feel like he owes Henry something of an explanation of why he was so weird all day. He looks down and licks his lips. “Can I confess something?”

“Of course,” Henry answers with a small, encouraging smile.

“A friend of mine suggested I volunteer for this because I wanted to meet people. Make new friends. But until today I actually thought I was… mostly straight?” Alex admits, trying not to wince as he stares fixedly into his empty glass. “Being part of this made me realize why I always felt a little like I wasn’t my whole self. So I was… kind of going through it a bit today.” He pauses, then adds, “Also you’re so ridiculously fucking hot that you kind of melted my brain.”

Henry laughs again, but it’s softer this time. Gentle. Alex kind of wants to sink into the sound. Henry’s cheeks are slightly pink as he extends a hand across the table, and Alex doesn’t hesitate before he slides his hand into Henry’s and links their fingers together.

“I’m glad to hear that, Alex,” Henry says. “I mean, the feeling like your whole self part. Not the brain melting part,” he adds, and Alex can’t help but laugh with him.

Henry doesn’t let go of his hand as they walk outside, and once they’re alone on the sidewalk he uses it to pull Alex close. He puts a hand on Alex’s hip and Alex has to tip his head up to look at him, and it’s a lot but he’s also pretty sure he’s never wanted anything more than to feel Henry’s lips pressed against his.

“I have a confession too,” Henry murmurs as he stares down into Alex’s eyes.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the very first moment I saw you.”

Alex lets one corner of his mouth tug upwards. “What’s stopping you, baby?”

“Christ, Alex,” Henry breathes, looking momentarily overwhelmed, but then he’s pressing his lips to Alex’s, and Alex feels his blood sing. It’s brief and chaste and leaves him aching for more, but then Henry looks down at him with heavy lidded eyes and asks, “Given your recent personal revelations, would it be terribly forward of me to ask you back to my place?”

“Ask away, sweetheart,” Alex replies, then he reaches up to touch the side of the ridiculous he/hung button that Henry is still wearing for some reason. “I wanna find out how accurate this button is.”

(It doesn’t take long for him to find out that the answer is: extremely.)