#just... just let me kiss your forehead and keep you warm... plz....

[fuckin-sick-bih]

if you and your partner/SO have never just done trope-y cliché shit for funsies... DO IT. i absolutely highly recommend being cliché as FUCK

[norrisidous]

request this would be cool if you could do it but if not totally fine!

Lando x y/n reader have been dating privately for a while but lando comes down really sick for a race week and reader can't not be their to support him so comes and takes care of him very fluffy lol

summary: where yn cames to support her sick bf warnings: nones

In Sickness and in Speed

The text comes in at 5:02 AM.

Can’t breathe through my nose. Feel like death. Plz send help 😩

You blink blearily at your phone, barely making out Lando’s name above the message. You’re curled up in your hotel bed, hundreds of miles away from the paddock. Technically, you were going to fly in tomorrow for the race. Technically, no one’s supposed to know you’re dating him—not even his engineer. But technically… Lando sounds like he’s on death’s door.

And technically, you can break a few rules for the man you love.

It had started months ago. The two of you met through a friend-of-a-friend situation—blame it on a birthday party and one too many rounds of “Never Have I Ever.” You hit it off immediately. He liked that you didn’t fawn over his fame. You liked that he listened—really listened—when you talked.

But privacy was non-negotiable. The media frenzy around his life was a hungry thing, and the thought of throwing you into that chaos had his stomach twisted in guilt before you even had your first kiss.

So you made a pact: lowkey, quiet, private. Texts deleted. Social media ghosted. You had your own life, and he had his. But when you could, you met in the quiet in-betweens.

Now, he’s sick. Really sick, judging by the barely comprehensible text messages he’s been sending all morning.

“Head spinning. My bones feel like paper mache.”

“Oscar keeps throwing tissues at me. Rude.”

“They’re making me do press 😩 I might die live on Sky Sports.”

Your heart twinges. You FaceTime him as you speed-pack a bag and order an earlier flight.

When his face appears, your heart practically sinks through the floor. His eyes are puffy, his nose is red, and he’s swaddled in what looks like three layers of McLaren hoodies.

“Oh, baby,” you coo. “You look like a sad little gremlin.”

“Don’t mock the ill,” he croaks, trying to smile. “It’s abuse.”

You grin, soft and fond. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Was cute. Now I’m just a human snot fountain.”

“Hang tight,” you say, grabbing your passport. “I’m coming.”

By the time you arrive at the paddock hotel, it’s early evening. You have your lanyard, your credentials, and just enough insider pull to convince security you’re here “in an unofficial support capacity.”

Lando’s room is a mess of tissues, vitamin packets, and half-empty bottles of water. The TV is playing F1 highlights on mute. The air smells like menthol and misery.

You let yourself in quietly.

He’s passed out on the bed, one arm draped dramatically over his face, tissues stuck between his fingers. He looks like the dictionary definition of pathetic.

You set your bag down gently and tiptoe over.

As you lean down to brush the curls off his damp forehead, his eyes flutter open.

“Y/N?” he rasps.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

He tries to sit up. “You’re here?”

“I’m here.”

Lando melts back into the pillow, relief washing over his face like warm sunlight. “Thought I was hallucinating.”

“Nope. Very real. And very ready to nurse you back to health.”

“Do nurses usually crawl into bed with the patient?”

You smirk. “Only the really good ones.”

You spend the next few days in a cocoon of tissues and tenderness.

You run to the paddock to get him soup between meetings. You sneak vitamins into his smoothies. You find out that he has a very specific hierarchy of throat lozenges (��the green ones are evil”), and you somehow bribe a hotel chef into making him plain mashed potatoes at midnight.

He groans and whines and calls you his “angel of mercy.” He sneezes on you twice and immediately tries to apologize with sick-boy cuddles. You fake being annoyed, but you wrap yourself around him like a koala every night anyway.

On qualifying day, you wake up to find him sitting up in bed, sipping tea and trying to put on his race suit backwards.

“Lando,” you say, barely stifling laughter. “That’s not how arms work.”

“I’m disoriented,” he mumbles, but he smiles for the first time in days. “Feel a little better though.”

You help him get dressed, comb your fingers through his hair, and press a warm kiss to his cheek. He leans into it like he’s starving for affection.

“You’re gonna be okay,” you whisper. “I’ve got you.”

Later, at the garage, when he pulls off his helmet after a decent quali run, he finds you waiting with a bottle of water and your eyes sparkling with pride. No one questions your presence. You blend in, just another support staffer, clipboard in hand.

But when he looks at you like that—soft, grateful, filled with something unspoken—you know it’s only a matter of time before the secret slips.

And maybe, you think, as he walks past the cameras and sneaks a wink at you…

Maybe you’re okay with that.

[saturnscafe]

I’m desperate to know about “big bad wolfs” first rut plz ill beg 🙏🏾

I’m here to please lol.

͙˚ ༘✶Big Bad Wolfs First Rut

Smut Below

He was avoiding you, he wasn’t responding to texts or calls. He wasn’t showing up for classes either. You were starting to think he just dipped and dropped out or something.

You stood at his door knocking before you heard rummaging behind the door. When he opened it he looked almost worn out. His face was a bit red, hair sticking to his forehead. No shirt on just bare in his boxers. “What are you doing here?” He asked his voice thick.

“I was worried about you” you said meekly.

His face softened realizing how he must have made you feel. “I’m sorry beautiful, I’m-“ he said exhaling loudly. “I’m in a rut and I don’t wanna hurt you” he admitted.

You remember learning about heats and ruts before, you knew he had to have been hurting.

“Let me help you” the words blurting out.

He cocked his head to the side, studying your face. “Y/n- I don’t think that’s” he started to say before you cut him off.

“I trust you, plus” you said before moving closer to him “I think it’ll be kinda hot” you said that smirk making him groan.

When you were finally inside he cupped your face staring into your eyes. “If at anytime you need to stop. Tell me got it?” He said sternly. You nodded and with that he leaned in kissing you hungrily. His hands gripped at your thighs and ass as his tongue prodded at your mouth.

He started walking you backwards body hitting against the couch you could feel a grin creep across his face. He swiftly turned your body bending you over it. Before you knew it he had your pants and panties off. His head pressed between your legs. His arms hooked around your legs pulling your body down on him. He had your cunt pressed so nicely against his mouth. His tongue lapped at your folds, groaning loudly.

His cock was peeking from his boxers dripping pre cum. His hips moved on their own moving upwards trying to create some friction. He was eating you out like a man in death row and you were his last meal. His tongue found its way into your sopping cunt, moving erratically. Your hands gripped at the gripped at the couch trying to keep yourself ground but to no avail. He was driving you closer and closer to your first orgasm cumming hard around his tongue. He licked you clean nipping at your inner thighs. He wanted to keep going. Wanted to draw another or two from you but he needed inside of you.

He stood up licking his lips as he rid himself of his boxers. His body pressed against you before kissing your shoulder. “I love you” he said against your ear before pushing into your warm cunt. The moans that left both of your mouths was almost pornographic. His big muscles arm wrapped around your waist before he started moving. He wanted to go slower for your sake but he couldn’t help himself. His hips snapped back in and out of you as his leaking tip kissed your cervix.

“Fuck- ah- y/n I love you. You’re my beautiful mate- can’t get enough-“ he groaned into your neck.

“God- you feel somehow even bigger” you moaned out.

You were already seeing stars another orgasm growing close. “Gonna cum again already? Seems like you wanted this just as much as I did” he smirked.

“Fuck who wouldn’t want- want their hot mate to fuck them like this-“ you babbled but those words. You calling him your mate. It almost made him cum then and there. Sure you guys have been dating and you call him your boyfriend but you’ve never used the word mate. It ignited something primal in him.

He growled against your skin “say that again” he demanded. His thrusts becoming faster, harder- deeper. Your mind almost went blank before he nipped at your neck, his hand finding its way to your face. He turned it making you look directly at him “say it.”

“My mate” you choked out. You swear his eyes almost went black at the sound. His grip around your waist tightened, the couch slightly moving from how he was pounding into you. “Yeah I’m your mate. No one else can have you. Your mine. Mine.” He kept repeating like it was the only word he knew. His hand left your face bringing it down to your ass before smacking it hard. You moaned loudly at the slight sting. His nails gripped into your hips as he let out a long low groan.

“Who do you belong to? Huh.” He growled.

“You! Only you!” You almost screamed your orgasms ready to flow over.

“That’s right. Me. No one else’s. Me and only me.”

He pulled out before pushing into you with a powerful thrust. Your orgasm toppling over you, it was intense making your body shake. “Gonna take my knot- fuck gonna give me a litter yeah? You want that? To be stuffed full of all of me-“ he was babbling at this point but you didn’t care.

“Yes- fuck yes please- please want all my mates pups” you said incoherently.

He let out a loud growl before sinking his teeth deep into your shoulder. He pulled out one last time before pushing back in hard. You felt his knot push in with almost ease at this point stuffing you full. You could feel him twitching inside you as his hot cum painted your walls.

He was panting, you were panting. No one spoke for a few moments before he kissed your back softly. “I love you, you know that right?” He said sweetly.

“And I love you” you responded.

The rest of the night was filled- or you were. With him fucking you in every room of his apartment on any surface that he could. You gave him a run for his money though, being just as greedy for him as he was for you.

[juliettejwnewinesa]

Helloooo may you do a smut of seongje lifting the reader up after thinking she’s too heavy because the guys at the union keep being mean to her about it plz?

I Can Carry You

gif not mine

Pairing: Seongje x Reader Themes: emotional comfort, body worship, lifting kink, protective!Seongje, rough x tender smut Warnings: explicit content (18+), body insecurity, degradation from others (not Seongje), Seongje being both rough and soft

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You hadn’t meant for him to find out.

But of course, someone had to open their stupid mouth. Union boys always ran it until they got decked for it. Unfortunately, Seongje wasn’t there when it started — just when it ended.

"Must be hard for her knees to take all that weight, huh?" “Bet that pretty face distracts from the rest…” “Wonder if she lets Seongje get on top, or if she’d crush him—"

The crack of bone against concrete shut them up. Your name was the first thing out of Seongje's mouth when he saw you later. His voice calm, too calm. Deadly. Like fire pressed into ice.

"Why didn’t you tell me they said that shit to you?"

You didn’t want him to think about it. You didn’t want him to look at you differently. So you lied.

"They were joking."

He stepped closer. One hand rose, warm and wide, pressing to your cheek with reverence.

"You think I’m fucking joking right now?"

Your throat caught. The way he looked at you made it worse. You wanted to hide, but his gaze stripped you down.

"They said I was… heavy," you whispered, looking away. "I didn’t want to prove them right."

That’s when he did it.

Without warning — no hesitation — Seongje scooped you into his arms like you were weightless.

“Seongje!” you gasped, trying to wriggle free, but his arms tightened around you.

“Shut up.”

You blinked. His forehead pressed to yours, and his voice dropped — quiet, low, raw.

“You think I give a fuck what anyone says about you? Look at me.”

You couldn’t.

He kissed you anyway — slow, then hungry. His tongue pushed past your lips, his hands firm around your thighs and back, holding you like you were everything. Because you were.

"I could carry you for days. You hear me? You’re not too anything. You're mine."(😳 idk if this is cringy or not)

Your legs wrapped around his waist automatically, heat building between you. He didn’t lay you down — no. He kept you up, strong arms flexing as he walked toward the wall and pinned you there, hips grinding against yours with growing intent.

“You want to feel how fucking crazy you make me?”

His cock was already hard, pressed between your folds, and when he tugged your underwear aside, the head of it slipped through — hot and thick and right there.

You moaned into his neck as he slid in slowly, not giving you time to adjust before he thrust deep — the angle so intense like this, your back pressed to the wall, his hands holding your ass and his cock splitting you open with every stroke.

“You feel that?” he growled into your ear, voice shaking. “Your body’s perfect for me. You take me so fucking well…”

You couldn’t respond. Could barely think. Your arms were around his neck, clinging tight, every thrust bouncing you higher with a smack of skin. The stretch, the fullness, the praise in his every breath — it made tears prick at your eyes.

“I’m gonna—" you gasped.

His rhythm faltered for a second — then slammed back in, harder. “Come. Right now. Let them hear who you fucking belong to.”

You did.

Your whole body arched into him, and he held you steady, cock still driving into you like he couldn’t stop — groaning your name like a prayer until he filled you, pulsing and shuddering inside.

After, he kissed your tears, still holding you up. "You're not heavy," he whispered. "You're mine. And that’s all I’ll ever care about."

[lampridius]

Hiii, if ur requests r open, I would like to request of an scenario that, ur cuddling with ur s/o in very cold seasons w/ aventurine, sunday, ratio and phainon, plz 👀🙏🏻

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙘𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: aventurine, sunday, dr. ratio and phainon ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

the wind howls against the tall windows of his residence, but inside, aventurine has the room perfectly warm - not just from the heating, but from the soft cashmere blankets and the way he keeps you close under his arm, your head on his chest. he's lounging back with one hand resting on yours and the other scrolling through reports he long gave up on truly reading. “cold’s a beast, but it’s just another hand to make me hold you tighter,” he hums, voice like velvet. he’s the type to crack jokes about the chill just to hear you laugh, but every movement is made to keep you warm - shoulders squared behind you, arm wrapped securely, thumb brushing along your fingers. “and look at you,” he murmurs softly, “keeping me warm for free. what a good deal.”

sunday’s room is always bathed in a gentle amber glow, and the winter quiet outside makes it feel like a world all your own. he has the blankets tucked up to your chins, his arms forming a loose cradle around you while you both face one another, noses nearly touching. his breath is warm against your cheek as he murmurs, “you look even softer in winter light.” sunday hums hymns under his breath, never quite singing, just lulling you gently with his presence. you always fall asleep first, safe against him, and when you stir in the night, he’s already watching you with that calm, distant smile. “still cold?” he asks. his fingers slip into yours and pull you closer, always willing to be your sanctuary.

dr. ratio complains about the cold only to justify how close he holds you. “your body temperature is more efficient than the blanket,” he says like it’s a scientific excuse, but you know better. he doesn’t sleep easily in winter, so he lies there still, your back against his chest, arm draped over your waist like a constant guard. his breath warms the shell of your ear. sometimes he’ll brush a kiss against your shoulder without thinking, other times he’ll mutter something like, “this is… acceptable,” even though the way he clings to you says otherwise. every time you shift, he instinctively pulls you closer, no matter how long the night is.

phainon is quiet when it’s cold - less teasing, more thoughtful. when you’re curled up together under a thick, weighted blanket, he stays still and lets you press your cold feet against his legs without a single complaint. he’ll just adjust the blanket with utmost care and then wrap his arms around you, whispering, “you’re freezing. let me be warm for both of us.” his hand strokes along your back slowly, grounding you, keeping the chill at bay. he breathes deeply, content, every now and then brushing his lips against your forehead. and though the world may be frozen outside, he holds you like the sun is still shining - like you’re the only warmth that matters to him anymore.

[hamzahsbiggestfan]

Stillness.

pairing girlfriend!reader and boyfriend!hamzah

⤷ summary : cockwarmimg smut blurb

⤷ warnings : established relationship, smut, fluff, gentle!hamzah

a/n : i’ve never wrote smut in my life so plz bare with me

you’re wrapped around him, skin flushed and legs tangled beneath the covers, the room dim and quiet except for the soft hum of the fan and the rhythm of your breathing. he’s already inside you, not moving, just there, buried to the hilt, warm and thick and pulsing where you stay connected.

hamzah’s hands rest on your hips, thumbs brushing circles into your skin like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you. his forehead pressed against yours, eyes half lidded, lashes fluttering.

“you’re gonna kill me like this,” he whispers, voice hoarse with restraint. but he doesn’t pull away. doesn’t thrust. just stays still, buried in the heat of you like it’s the only place he ever wants to be.

you kiss the corner of his mouth, smiling against him. “it’s not about killing you,” you murmur. “it’s about keeping you.”

and he gets it. because this, this closeness, this slow, quiet ache, isn’t about needing to move. it’s about the stillness. the trust. the way your body holds him like a secret.

but then your hips shift, just barely, and the breath he lets out is broken, teeth catching on a groan that he tries to bury in your neck.

“baby,” he warns, but he’s already rolling his hips, slow and helpless.

you gasp, nails dragging lightly down his back. “i know,” you whisper, voice thick. “i just need you.”

that’s all it takes. he starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust dragging pleasure through both of you like honey. it’s not rough or rushed, just desperate in that soft, aching way, like he’s trying to pour everything he feels into the rhythm of your bodies.

his hands are everywhere, your waist, your face, cupping the back of your head like you’re something fragile and holy. he kisses you through it, open mouthed and reverent, like he needs to feel you from the inside out.

you whimper his name, thighs tightening around his hips as he presses deeper, as your bodies slide together in perfect, aching sync.

“i love you,” he breathes against your lips, like it’s the only truth that matters.

and you say it back, again and again, until the words blur with your moans, until you both come undone, clinging to each other like the world outside that bed has already ended.

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[barcapix]

hihihihi I love your writing style likeee so much (?!) heh. so could I request a story with gavi (I miss your gavi fics) where pablo convinces reader to like go out with the other barca wags, but she’s attached to julia because she’s sick/scared to leave her, but gavi tells her to go and she gets worried and keeps phoning him or something (let’s say she’s worried because gavi can be clueless) and so comes home and they are asleep together? some fluff plz!! 💟

✮ Home Is Where The Heart Is - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x fem!reader

sy: a pure domestic gavi in his attempt to look after his sick daughter whilst forcing you to go out for a night out.

a/n: crying, sobbing i love how you used julia as the example (and another req with julia in it) IT MELTS MY HEARTTT. but omg thank youu

warnings: nooope.

this has been your third consecutive hour in sitting on the exact same position of your sofa.

your daughter, julia, was sick—terribly sick in fact, that she struggled even more so in detaching herself from you. her tiny arms clung to your waist, her head buried in your lap.

she was warm—too warm—and her temperature was only intensifying by the second; every two minutes, she emitted the faintest whimper as she shifted uncomfortably.

pablo stood infront of you, arms crossed. “mi amor, just go with them.”

he nodded towards your phone, which was incessantly lighting up with messages from your friends—as it had been all night.

“pablo, no,” you shook your head repulsively, soothing gossamer circles on her back. “she’s far too sick. i can’t leave her.”

“she’s fine cariño,” he insisted. “it’s only a little fever, it’s nothing she can handle. besides, i can take care of her.”

you shot him a skeptical look. “you?”

he scoffs, plodding down next to you. “yes. me. what, you don’t think i can handle my own daughter?”

“it’s not that,” you say, even though, truthfully it kind of was. it wasn’t that gavi didn’t love her—he adored her, and would do anything for the price of her happiness.

but.. he was also gavi. he forgets things. he gets easily distracted; he panics so easily.

and most importantly, julia needed you.

as if proving your point, she coughed weakly, snuggling closer to you. you kissed her forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from her skin.

pablo softened at the sound, reaching out to rake his fingers through her curls. “mi neña..”

julia dreamily blinked up at him, then whined. “mamá, no te vayas.” (mamá no don’t go)

your heart clenched, and you look up at your husband with a look that screamed see?

though you knew it was futile, because he’d always been too stubborn to listen—like a relentless drunk driver that was scolding you for obeying the speed limit on a road.

with a lenient tug, he tried to pry her away from you with an unusual patience. he was consistent but calm and although she clung to you awhile, she eventually caved in.

you frowned. “don’t force her—”

“shh,” he hushed you. “i’ve got her.”

you watched warily, still unsure, as he rocked her from side to side in his own brawny arms. julia was dozing off again, as he was lispering little words of comfort to her.

“mi pobre bebe,” he cooed. “te duele, mi amor?”

she sniffled, blinking sleepily. “sí…”

“lo sé princesa,” he hummed, lightly kissing her clammy forehead. “but papás got you, hm?”

julia let out a soft sigh, burying her head into his chest in a crave to fall asleep again.

pablo laughed almost wickedly, gunning you a cocky i told you so grin. “see? i think she loves me more if anything.”

you stood up, rolling your eyes.

although on a serious note, concern still gnawed at you. “she’s exhausted pablo, she hasn’t eaten anything all day.”

“your just trying to distract me from being the favourite parent,” gavi wiggled his brows.

“hey! i’m serious,” you deadpan, as your phone rapidly flashes on the sofa. it buzzes of messages from the other wags; their pleads for you to join them inevitable.

with his free hand, gavi placed a reassuring touch onto your shoulder, promoting you to look at him.“cariño.. just go out for a little bit. you deserve some time for yourself.”

you bit your lip, picking up your phone.

mikkey: c’mon babe, we never see youuu

taia: if i don’t see you leave your front door, i’ll personally escort you out (eu vou arrastar você para fora).

anna: seriously !! take a break y/n. we promise pablo won’t kill her.

katrine: or himself.

abigail: pls con amigosss. </3

as if pablo could sense your internal conflict: “i promise ill take care of her. this is what you signed up for when we had a child.”

you disbelievingly laughed, looking back at julia snug in your husbands arms. she looked so at peace, so fragile and delicate that your heart splintered at her vulnerability.

“look,” gavi urged, holding onto your hand. “i’ll give her all the medicine she needs, i’ll make sure she eats and i won’t let her out of my sight.”

being the hypervigilant mother you are, even often being scolded for the paranoia, began listing the things she needed on your fingers.

“first of all, she needs her amoxicillin. it’s in the cabinet in the top right. but be careful because she will only take it if it’s mixed with raspberry yoghurt—which is also in the fridge,” you saw gavi shoot his eyes wide.

“then, it’s important to know she needs her fluids. don’t focus too much on any solid foods, because she’s not advised to eat that. it’s more about the runny foods that helps soothe her throat,” again—you were rambling, probably for the worst. “and then for bed, she needs to go earlier. do you know when?”

ohh boy, no he doesn’t not know.

but he’s too afraid that if he says no, you’ll snap.

pablo staid solid, glued in place, leisurely rocking julia in his arms as if that will distract you from his blank expression.

your tone was flat. “no, of course you don’t.”

“is it 8pm?”

“nope, it’s 7pm.”

“ah,” he smacked his lips together. “i was close.”

even now, he thought it’s was some funny joke. you drew at a loose hem of your shrug jacket, trying to defuse any spilt out anger.

through a breath of cool air, you said, “will you remember all of that?”

well, that’s where it gets tricky. yes it’s stuck in his head now, maybe from fear that if it’s not, you’ll strike him with a baby doll—but even he knows there’s a more than likely chance he’ll forget.

you shot him a deep sigh, rummaging around under the coffee table to find a much too-long strip of paper hidden beneath old relics.

the pen moves like lightning across the paper, repeating all what you had just explained. “i knew i’d have to do this.”

once you finish, you underline each important phrase with two lines. “okay. here.”

TEN MINUTES LATER… you find yourself reluctantly climbing inside the car. you casted one last glance back at the window, where the soft, warm light still glew from the lounge.

part of you hopes pablo will text you in the next ten minutes, saying julia wants you back.

but he doesn’t.

those five hours might of just been brutal.

the bar is too hot. the drinks are too sweet.

the music is thunderously deafening, yet somehow it can’t drown out the consuming ache gathering in your chest.

everyone is around you laughing. mikkey and katrine are taking shots with linked arms—half wasted in a mirage on the floor.

taia had offered you out onto the floor, anna has attempted to coax you along but it doesn’t work.

abigail is halfway through telling a story when she abruptly squinted at you. “where’s your head at tonight?” she shouted over the bassline. “you’re normally the first up there!”

“i think i’m gonna go. i’m not feeling too well.”

anna protested first, tugging at the bracelet on your wrist. “we only just got another round! is it that homesickness again?”

you somewhat nod and shake your head at the same time. “i know, i’m sorry. it kind of is.. julia was burning up before i left. i’m worried sick.”

“pablo has her,” mikkey said gently. “she’s gonna be okay. i know we all say it but, he isn’t a monster.”

no, but he is clueless.

“debatable,” the music faded out your words. “i think it is just best that i go. she needs me, and pablo.. he’s probably stressing out right now.”

they all laughed in agreement, exchanging hugs and polite goodbyes as they agreed to bodyguard you to the back door.

BACK HOME… there’s nothing louder than your own shallow breathing when you step foot back inside.

your heart swirled and spun against your ribs, seeking for them around the house—until you find them curled up on the middle of the sofa, eyes shut.

you’d never taken such a relieved breath.

pablo has one arm under her back, the other one on her knee like he’s keeping her safe. julia has her stumpy, small arms over his ear, and other lost in his hair.

you can’t blame her, you like that position too.

“pablo.. you awake?” your hand soothes up over his bicep, running along his veins.

his eyes flickered like he wasn’t actually asleep, just ‘closing [his] eyes’. there’s faint pillow scratches over his cheek as he craned his head upward.

“si.”

his voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t used it in a while, just rested in the silence with her. pablo blinked up at you, dazed but smiling.

he glanced back down at julia, brushing his thumb lightly over her flushed cheek.

“she kept asking for you,” he uttered, “but she let me be her backup.. for tonight.”

gavi’s eyes met yours, a inane, sarcastic comment that you knew was going to follow. “i think i passed the test.”

your husband softly pats the cushion just between his legs, outstretching his arm. “c’mere.”

you took refuge beside both of them, splaying your fingers between your daughters unruly locks.

her mouth was wide open, gasping out small stutters and snores every-time a loose thread of hair of hers falls. she’s very much asleep.

“how was she tonight?”

“as pure as gold,” he smiled reverently. “she probably gets that from you.”

“she has your insanely untameable hair though,” you replied, grinning. “give her credit when it’s due.”

your lips met her temple first, then one to his cheek. “you did good,” as you leant your head on his shoulder. “you actually listened for.. once.”

“well, you did give me a whole scroll cariño,” he mused, licking at his lips. “i had no choice but to.”

your laugh is the kind that shakes your shoulders, but still doesn’t disturb julia in the slightest.

pablo’s spare arm tucked underneath your own, curling around your waist and held you close.

“don’t stay out too late next time,” he said after a interlude. “i’ve missed you.”

your eyes fluttered shut with a quiet contentment. “i’m gonna pretend like you didn’t force me out tonight,” you snorted. “but i’ve missed you too. ive missed both of you.”

home wasn’t always just four walls. sometimes it can just be two people.

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[justhereforsubsevika]

Babydoll, you want asks? Here you go.

Sevika being soft-dommed after a shitty day and slipping so far into delightful sub space. At some point though she needs to slow down and pulls the safe word before it gets too much. This girl is then pampered and treated like a princess while she gets all sooky and clingy.

BABYDOLL?????

Would like to clarify im not romanticising safe wording, think about this fic the same way you guys should've thought about the dom-drop sevika fic. safewording should never be the aim guys, remember that!

This could be triggering if you're sensitive to safewording, so plz dont read if that'll upset you!

Sevika had a shit day at work. A shipment got fucked up, everyone asking her questions as if it was her sole responsibility to distribute shimmer to every addict on the streets of Zaun. Acting like she was the most powerful being in the universe, like she could turn tides and change seasons. She hated it. Hated how much power she had.

You noticed how tense she was when she threw herself through the front door, her face showing frustration and exhaustion more than you'd ever seen. Before you could even ask what was wrong, she had pulled off her trousers and flung herself onto the bed, ass up, groaning in pain when her back cracked.

Thats how you found yourself 4 fingers deep in her pussy, kissing her forehead and breathing against it, coaxing another leg-shaking orgasm from your pretty butch. She moaned out and grabbed your wrist, not to stop you but rather to ground herself. You knew how deep she had fallen into subspace, even with how gentle you'd been. She had tears brimming in her eyes, muscles loosened, letting her body fully give in to absolute pleasure.

It was sudden, how quickly it started to scare her. Looking at your hand just a thumb away from fisting her, the bed beneath her damp, the dim darkness of the room. What was so sexy to her just a moment ago suddenly felt imposing and threatening. She gasped as though she was coming up for air.

She gripped your hand harder, but you didn't understand why right away. Sevika liked to play bratty games, you assumed it was part of her fun. "Mm, Sevi you know that'll just make me fuck you harder, don't you?" You tease, oblivious to the fact that the tears in Sevika's eyes were falling from uncomfortability rather than pleasure.

You straddle her and she lets out a sob. Your heart drops: you know what a sub-sevi sob sounds like. That was a Sevika sob.

"Baby?" you question, noticing that her shaking has spread from her thighs to her whole body. You slowly remove your fingers, careful not to freak her out even more. "B-bows," she stammers after a short silence. You try not to show how badly her safewording effects you because you know she'll start people-pleasing. She'll apologise insecently, saying that shes fine and you can keep going if you need to. So you swallow thickly, blinking back tears at the knowledge you pushed her too far.

"Okay, shh, shh its okay..." you stroke her scarred cheek as you watch guilt wash over her, "need a cuddle?"

She nods and hugs you tightly, her tremors slowing. She nestles into your neck, sniffling and taking deep breaths through her nose. You stroke her hair a few times before lacing your fingers through it, rubbing her scalp soothingly. Her strength begins to regain itself as she squeezes you tighter, flush against her body. She hums, rocking you slightly in a way you've grown to know is her way of self-soothing.

You help her to her feet, Sevi walking on shaky legs to the bathroom. You run her a bath with her calming scents, vanilla and eucalyptus, and candles. The warm glow as apposed to the harsh white light of the ceiling lamp makes her sleepy, Sevika lazily resting her head back and shutting her eyes as you wash her.

You let her drift off for just a moment, waking her gently when it's time to go back to bed. You rest her in your armchair which sits at the corner of the room, changing the sheets and piling up fluffy blankets and pillows. You even decide its time for the most powerful weapon at your disposal! Her teddy bear, if you could even still call it that, from when she was a baby. Its mainly rags now, the only stuffing left in its head, a button-eye absent from its face. But she loves him, and he still smells like a slightly happier Zaun.

She hugs him, and you, into her chest once she's comfortable among the throws and cushions, unspeaking but still obviously appreciative. Its only once you hear her softly snoring that you allow yourself to cry. You're not mad she safe worded, or even that you pushed her too far. Its not your fault. But it's still not a good feeling to see your girl in such distress.

You cry softly until you're tuckered out, drifting off in her burly arms. You remind yourself that as long as you're between them, you're safe.

[writingduhh]

Chuckle Sammy || Falling Asleep In His Lap (HC)

(In this HC you fall asleep on their lap at a party / get together)

Leave me some detailed or vague fic requests or HC ideas plz I’m all out and I need some inspiration 😭😭😭

❥ Jschlatt:

▷ The second he notices you’re asleep he goes protection mode.

▷ He won't allow anyone within a 5-foot radius of you, fearing that their presence might wake you.

▷ He knows how hard you’ve been working lately and insists that you catch up on sleep, even if it’s at a party.

▷  Whenever someone close to you makes an obnoxiously loud noise, he'll respond with a stern glare and a finger to his lips.

▷ He tenderly traces soothing shapes on your back or arms with his fingertips.

▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to take some silly pictures. Using Snapchat filters or just terrible angles and lighting

▷ He will take some wholesome pictures too, of course. Spamming his snapchat story with your face.

▷ As the night progresses, and people get louder he makes the call to head home.

▷ He doesn't bother waking you up; instead, he simply scoops you up in his arms, carefully carrying you out to the car.

▷ On the drive home, he ensures the car stays at the perfect temperature, keeps the music volume low, and skillfully navigates around any potholes.

▷ Once home he takes it upon himself to get you ready and into bed.

Once home, he takes it upon himself to get you ready for bed. Carrying you inside from the car, he softly lays you down on your shared bed, while he rummages around the closet to find one of his hoodies for you to wear. Gently he’ll change you out of your party outfit and into his oversized hoodie, possibly waking you up in the process.

“Hm? Where are we?” You mumble very confused by the chnage in surroundings.

“Shh we’re home now toots, let’s finish getting you ready for bed.”

You easily complied as he instructed you to lift your arms, then he pulled his hoodie over you.

"There we go," he says, his voice now deeper as he too was growing tired.

Together you both cuddled up together in your bed, falling asleep nearly instantly.

❥ Ted:

▷ Once he realizes you’re asleep he goes full mom mode.

▷ He'll take care to delicately adjust you, making sure you’re comfortable and preventing you from waking up sore.

▷ Looks around for a blanket. If he can’t find one he’ll use the jacket/button up off his own back to keep you warm.

▷ I can see him being the type to still mingling around at the party as you sleep on the couch but he’s never more than a few feet away from you, constantly looking over and checking in

▷ If he's not up and mingling with other partygoers, he's right by your side, talking casually to those closest to him, running his hands through your hair, and tracing your face as you lay on his legs.

▷ As the night winds down and people start to leave, he'll softly wake you, ensuring you're okay and offering a refreshing glass of water.

"Y/n, come on, it's time to go," Ted softly spoke, gently rubbing your shoulder.

"Hmm?" you grumbled, slowly sitting up from where you lay on the couch.

"It's getting late, hun. We should probably get going," he explained, offering you his extended hand.

Slowly, you grabbed his hand and rose to your feet, resting your body against his.

He let out a soft laugh before saying, "Would my tired baby like a piggyback ride?”

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. Swiftly, he bent down, allowing you to climb up onto him before securing your legs with his arms. Sleepily, you laid your head against his shoulder, the subtle movement of his walking occasionally swaying your tired head.

▷ Once to the car he softly places you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.



[bahrtofane]

promises under the stars

It's strange. When kisses under stairwells and behind his parents house turns to no more than passing gazes. To hatred. But this is the life you live, the life you have chosen. So you live. You will live.

Jude x fem!reader

Word count - 6.3K+ (yikes !!)

Watch it - angst with minimal fluff. enjoy ?

p.s. - i took a few creative liberties with the time lines an what not so plz take it with a grain of salt and dont think too deeply about it thank u

you can read Judes pov here !

—-----

“Jude, “ you sigh. He doesn't look at you, he's afraid of what he’ll see and you know it.

It's a warm summer night, and you sit side by side on the bleachers of his training field. You waited for hours for him to be done, all for just a few moments together. In full honesty, you're not even supposed to be here, you've been threatened from both sides. And even family overseas have joined in. it's a mess. You think you told them you were off to the library, something like that. 

You pulled so many strings just to be let inside to watch training, likewise for Jude. But you're here, he's here. That's all that matters.

Only the lights on the field illuminate you, but you have memorized his face to need no light to see him. Your fingers grab into the seat under you, knuckles turning white. You're afraid. Oh so afraid. 

“Please,” you try again, soft and steady, patient. 

He finds the courage to face you, ripping himself from the doubt that surrounds him. 

You are what plants him to reality, keeps him steady. Your smile is enough to calm any worry, wave away any woe. He hates what he has to do. 

“You know this is the last time I’ll see you,” he mumbles. He can't keep risking things the way they are. There's so many eyes on you as it is. He won't put you into harm's way, even if it means parting ways to do so. He wrings his hands together. Breathe, he tries to remind himself. Breathe. 

You nod, swift and curt, “I know.” oh how you know. You've been dreading this day to come for a while now. And now that it's here, what can you do? 

He picks at the cuffs of his training jacket,“I told them I would marry you, but my agent said it would be unwise.”

“You would marry me?” you whisper, eyes wide. 

“A thousand times over. “ he finds your hand, gently lacing it together.

“I wish things were different.” a knot in your throat forms, and tears well in your eyes.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, gently bringing you snug against him as you sob. You will never understand why your families are so adamantly against you two all of the sudden. Your whole childhood was filled with teasing and jokes of marrying one another, giggles when you would be forced to stand in pictures, but now that it was to be true suddenly the jokes faded and anger took its place. 

He is good for you as you are good for him. Jude is a man like no other, patient, caring, kind, soft and easy to you yet firm to all else. He holds each door open, never forgets flowers, even when he's away. Surprises you with your favorite sweets, never misses a good night or good morning text. Buys you things you mentioned casually in a fleeting conversation, all because it comes from your lips. If you were to wish for the world he would buy it all, tied neatly and delivered to your window sill. 

He takes each burden off your mind with a smile, carries your things, sends a ride to any place you wish to be. (he's working on the actual license).

You fully expected your families to be static, jumping for joy and diving straight to wedding planning. Instead you were met with a brisk, “no.”

No? No to the man who has overtaken your heart and mind? No to the man who wishes to see your flourish and bloom in every regard, every aspect, every part of life? It's cruel in a way. You once used to grimace at the idea when you were younger, fake gagging and instead choosing to wrestle with him in the grass. And now you beg to be allowed to see him. 

To ban your union is one thing, but to see him at all brings too much weight on your heart. 

You fought every step of the way, every step until now. It gets to be too much at a certain point, when you have to watch your very move in fear of being caught, of being seen with him. When eyes wash over you with lips upturned in sneers and whispers soon following. 

The delicate facade you've built is beginning to crack at the seams. Soon there will be nothing left to keep you together. You fear going mad. 

So you choose to let him go.

Your phone buzzes, prying the two of you apart. Your heart leaps to your throat. Have you been found out ?

It's just a twitter notification. 

You sigh, rubbing your eyes. He rubs gentle circles on your knee. His hands are warm. Just like you remember, just like you dream of. In the gentle quiet of your room you close your eyes and wish for him. 

“We can't see each other but I want to keep in touch. I'll wait for you. If you'll wait for me.” he whispers.

You see the tears begin to roll down his cheeks. Ever thoughtful Jude, waiting for you to finish crying to allow himself to do so. 

“I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. “ you nod, leaning on his shoulder. 

And you do just that. 

Youre forced apart when a teammate tells him to get going. 

He scowls, “hold on.”

The teammate, whose name alludes you, shrugs and jogs back inside.

You stand, watching him shake the tension out of his shoulders. 

“This is it then,” you mumble, lip quivering. 

“Yeah,” he takes your hands in his, “guess so.”

You bit your lip to stop any more cries. He unlatches a hand from yours, brining it to cup your face gently, wiping the streaks of dried treats left on your cheeks. 

“I love you,” he leans down, pressing a single kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” you nod, chasing his lips. He gives them to you. Soft and easy. You screw your eyes shut. Oh you're crying again. 

You part when you can no longer breathe, foreheads pressed together while your chests heave.

“My angel,” he sobs.

“Ill find a way back,” you kiss his cheek.

He nods, here,” shaking his training jacket off and putting it on you. 

Someone yells his name and he sighs. One last kiss to your forehead. 

You watch him sprint down the stands, giving you one last smile before disappearing in the tunnel. 

—--

Dortmund is kind to him, you watch as you flourish on the field, never missing a game. You know it's too much to go in person so you stay tucked into bed, laptop out and always always waiting for his name to be announced. Giddy as he looks at the camera. Some days you even convince yourself he's looking right at you.

He calls when he can, facetime you when he's at the facilities. Obnoxiously flexing to the camera while you laugh. You treasure these moments. The few minutes a day when the time difference allows for an overlap. Just enough to get you through to the next day. He always blows a kiss to the camera, and you alway catch it. No matter how cheesy. 

“I stubbed my toe.” he whines on the other end.

You laugh, “and whose fault is that.”

“Yours.” he decides. 

“Uh huh.” you shake your head fondly, raising a brow at your phone that sits on a window sill. Today you're at a cafe getting some work done. And he just finished dinner. 

“Think you'll be able to come to a game soon?” he asks, voice barely a whisper. 

You stop typing, frowning, “Jude…”

He shakes his head, “I'm sorry. I know. We can't.”

“Maybe in a year or so? Things should be cooled down by then.”

“Sure,” he shrugs, “they still giving you a hard time?”

You blow air through your nose, “hard time is an understatement, they've practically banned sports.” making light of the outrages situation helps you feel better some days. Jude joining in helps. He always helps. 

“So dramatic.” he tuts. 

You nod, “so dramatic.”

—--

The year comes and goes. The texts slow down till they are few and far inbetween. You can't blame him. You watch him dominate the field in each appearance, breaking records and showing the world what you've always known, showing just how special he is.

His following count skyrockets and he gets a blue check. You feel special to be one of the few he follows. No matter how silly. Even when he doesn't reply to you and posts on his story you try not to take it too hard (you let it get to your head on bad days.)

You wait for each reply patiently like a lifeline nonetheless, connecting the two of you together. You drop everything the moment his name flashes on the screen. You try to ease the butterflies that float and twist in your stomach, the jitters that make it hard to type out responses right. But you can't help it. 

He wins the German cup. And you get a call late into the night, bleary as you reach for your phone, groaning while you put it to your ear. Skipping over his face that illuminates the screen, smiling. Cheeks flush and eyes blown wide. 

He giggles, “hi.” 

“Hi,” you mumble back. 

He giggles again, “m in your ear.”

You squint, bringing the phone in front of you and getting your first good look of him of the night. 

“Hey Jude.”

“Hey love.” he sighs dreamily. 

You come to your senses soon enough, scooting to sit upright, pushing your pillows around getting comfortable. 

“Are you drunk?” You laugh. 

“Shhh…” he puts a finger to his lips, “secret.”

You raise a brow, “you’re not doing a very good job at keeping it that way.”

Bursts of laughter bubble from his lips. Swaying side to side while. He blinks, hard, mouth open while he stares.

“ ‘M fine.” He nods. Proud of himself. 

You frown, “Are you going to be okay? Are you alone?”

“Erlings with me. My best roommate.”

“Okay good. Be safe.” 

“You’re so pretty.” Is what he manages to get out. 

“Thank you. You should go to bed.” You smile. He’s sweet, no matter how drunk. 

“But I missed you.” He pouts, bottom lip quivering and for a second you think he’s about to cry. Instead he blows a kiss to you. Of course you catch it. 

“I missed you too. But it’s late, for both of us.” You lean against your pillow, blinking against the dark of your room. 

He hums, tapping his finger against his chin. “I won the cup.” He blurts. 

“I know love. I watched.”

His eyes go wide, “you watched me.”

You nod, “the whole game.”

He scrunches his nose, “wow.”

“You did amazing.”

“Wow.” He repeats.

You yawn, squinting against the time in the little corner of your phone. 

“Jude.”

“Hm?”

“Head to bed. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

He sighs, shoulders sagging, “fine.”

“I love you. “

He perks right back up. “I love you. You. You.”

You give him a little kiss to the screen and he manages to fall back on his bed sighing happily. You hear erling come in and decide to hang up. You hope he manages to get out of his kit for the night. 

——

Things start to calm down on your end. It's almost like everyone's choosing to forget about the hell they've put you through. But you don't make a fuss, you are happy to have peace of mind, no matter how fleeting it may seem. It's just one step closer to being able to have him. Fully and wholly. 

He calls you early into the morning. He's sitting in his house, shirt off, smiling. 

“Uh oh. What's this about? “ 

He only smiles wider, bringing an ipad out of nowhere and showing it to you. 

You squint, “jude i can't see that. “

He huffs, “here,” picking up his phone and flipping the camera to where his ipad now sits on his lap. 

On the screen reads flight information, for about 2 weeks out, destination is to you. Your eyes go wide and you hear him chuckle on the other end. 

“No way. No way oh my god.” you all but squeal.

He flips the camera back around, “Can't wait to see you again,” he beams. 

“I missed you so much.” 

“Me too.” he mumbles, lips curling in a smile. 

——-

You greet him at the airport, flowers in hand. No you don’t care how cheesy it is. Even if you have to wait in the most obscure place, car parked and nerves rising. Playing with every button and switch on your dashboard, picking at every spec of dust you can reach. You got it detailed yesterday and you’re already nitpicking. 

You check and recheck your phone, picking at the petals of the flowers that rest in your passenger, until his contact illuminates your screen. 

You frantically answer, “hey.”

“TSA was being a bitch.” He groans. 

You chuckle, “that bad.”

“The worst. Where you at?”

You look around for signs, “arrivals, right next to the luggage cart return thing. It says door D5. “

“D5. Okay okay I’m coming.”

You hum, hanging up and drumming your hands on the wheel. 

He calls you again, “okay I’m walking out the door. Can you help me with the luggage?”

“Yeah-“ you unbuckle your seatbelt, putting your hazards on and stepping out of the car. You see him walk out the door and you almost drop your phone while rushing up to him. 

He lets go of his carry on, opening his arms and you slip right into them. 

“Hey,” he hums into your hair.

You laugh,“hey.” 

You unlatch far too soon for your liking out the sounds and rush of the airport pushes you to get him in your car and outta here. 

You grab his things, one carry on and one checked bag, clicking your keys and opening your trunk. He doesn’t let you do much else, lifting the suitcase and sliding it inside. Your little 4 door sedan manages to fit the checked bag in your truck. With not enough room for the carry in, it slides into your back seat. 

You close the door, patting the top of your car affectionately, “there. All good to go?”

He nods, opening the door to your passenger and gasping, “flowers?” Eyes going wide, eyebrows shooting in and looking at you. Lips parted. 

Oh yes. You forgot about those. “Haha. Yeah. Flowers.”

He picks them up gingerly, setting them into his lap as he gets into the seat. “Are these for me?”

You hop to the driver's side, buckling your seatbelt, “duh.” 

He giggles,”they’re sweet.”

“Smell them.” 

He does, putting his face in the petals, “woah.”

“Best flowers in town.” 

“Smells like. Fresh laundry.” He nods. 

“Laundry. You called my flowers laundry.” You sigh. 

He swats your arm, “it’s a compliment jeez. Just landed and you’re giving me a hard time.”

“Yeah yeah buckle up.” You flick his arm. 

The ride home is one filled with animated stories to catch up the time between you two. Completely oblivious to anything else as you drive with one hand, and the other plays with his fingers. 

You get to your little apartment, parking and getting his things out. Sliding your key card over the sensor and you guide him to the lobby. 

You roll over to the elevator and hit the button. Sniffling while it heads up. 

“Are you sick?” He narrows his eyes at you. 

“Nah.”

“Mkay.”

The elevator dings and you find your way to your little home, unlocking the door and motioning him inside. 

“Ta da!”

He snorts, “I’m excited.”

“You should be. Best house this side of the equator.”

He rolls his things inside, shaking his head, “so there’s better on the other side?”

You shrug, “there might be.”

He collapses on your couch the moment he sees it. Closing his eyes and sighing deeply. 

“Shoes off at the door Jude.” You slide yours off and set them next to your shoe rack. 

He groans, kicking them off and trudging back to set them next to yours. 

By the time you put his things in your room, he's out like a light, snoring softly. 

—--

You let him sleep, by the time he comes back to it it's dinner time. Groggy and cranky he pads over to your dining table, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes but reaching for you.

He finds you eventually, plating the last bit of food while he wraps his arms around you, leaning into your back. You stifle a laugh  while he mumbles something about you being mean. You only roll your eyes, unlatching his grip.

“Time to eat baby.”

He only purses his lips, leaning against yours. You give him what he wants. Pressing a gentle kiss and guiding him to his seat. A sleep Jude is a clingy one you've learned. 

He eats all you make, complimenting and praising you after every bite. 

“You're so good at this.” he sighs, taking a sip of his water. 

“Anything for my favorite boy.”

He preens at this, smiling wide.

He's only here for the next three days but you'll take anything you can get. 

——-

Jude worries for you. 

Even in the gentle lull of your ac that fans his face while you're fast asleep against him.

He wonders who much longer he can keep doing this. Holding onto hope that down the line he will still have you.

His time is running out with you. It feels just like the day you parted at the stadium. Crying. He noticed you kept the jacket, neatly tucked in your closet.

It makes him frown. Making you waste your youth waiting for him. 

Part of him wants to keep you for him and only him. Keep waiting and hoping things will work out. Another part of him, much less excited, wishes for you to look him in the eye and tell him you don't love him anymore.

One of you has to do it, he thinks. 

Even if you move in with him and you get married. Is it worth the fall out? His mother hates you. His father cant stand hearing your name at the dinner table on the few days they eat together.

He knows the sentiment is shared on your end.

But he loves you. Oh how he loves you. 

—--

After he leaves you don't hear from him for months on end your worry rises, and when the replies also shorten, your fear takes a hold of you. Sensibility out the window and in comes every insecure thought. 

He's found a hot shot model to be with hasn't he. Or better yet a female player. Reporter perhaps? You're not dumb or blind, you know you're not the only one who sees how handsome he is. He's growing into his features beautifully. But does he see you?

Is he leaving you behind now, as his life and career continue to accelerate at speeds you can barely keep up with, is he no longer waiting for you ?

—--

Jude finds his routine once again. Training playing, training playing. It's a little dull, he thinks.

Much better if you would be here. 

But he can't have that. 

He stops himself from talking to you. It feels wrong. He can't shake off the feeling that he's only doing you wrong by making you keep up with him. So he slowly distances himself. 

—--

He cant stay away. Not even if he tries. 

He surprises you near your birthday. Completely unannounced while you're in the middle of cleaning. 

You open the door to a jittery Jude who grabs you close, pressing his lips firm to yours.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle in between kisses. 

Peck! “You're so-” peck!, “beautiful.”

You shoo him away, getting his things inside as he takes his shoes off at the door. 

“I missed you so much, “ he mumbles against the crook of your neck.

“Me too,” you sigh, clutching into his hands like a lifeline. 

“I got you tickets?”

You look up at him, “okay. Ill go.”

He attacks you with a hundred more kisses, bursts of laughter spilling from the both of you. You dont think youve ever been happier. 

—--

You do go. Sitting in the fancy VIP section while watching him warm up. You almost forgot he’s at Madrid now. Big leagues huh. 

He sends small waves your way in between exercises. And you only watch fondly.

When it's time for the actual match, you can't believe you get to watch him score. And he points right to you. 

You love him. Oh how you love him.

He finds you after it's all set and done. Kissing you silly while he ignores the hundreds of notifications that make his phone buzz and sputter on the table.

You frown, “who is that.”

He chews his lip, “prolly just the guys,” leaning back into your lips.

You're forced to part ways when the calls flood in, promising to see you soon when he takes care of things.

He doesn't come back to see you, instead leaving you to head back to your hotel alone. You try not to think too deeply into it. But you fear you are already starting to lose him. After everything really has passed and fizzled out to nothing but memories. You fear it's all too late. 

—--

You see him only once more during your stay in madrid. When youre all packed and leaving. He presses kisses to your skin whispering promises. And you believe him.

When you land back home you go back to your routine of watching him from afar. And again the replies shorten. So much so you only get the odd text every few weeks. Until it turns to months. And you're back to radio silence. 

It's almost a self pity party, trying to keep up with him. Even now that you can go see him, he can come see you, does he even want that anymore?

You crave to talk to him, to know him, to go back to the closeness you once shared. You know that's no longer your place in his life. You were someone he once treasured. Now you're another unanswered dm that lays in his inbox. 

Does it hurt you as much as it does him? You don't think so. Not when pictures of him on vacation with his “friends” surface. Who even are these people? You don't recognize a single face. It fills you with rage.

Almost like he's trying to erase his past life with this new squeaky clean image of the perfect player with the perfect life. Friends and all. 

Is he ashamed of you?

You fight the urge to call his mom and stir up trouble from the past. So instead you hunker down in your room and try to keep yourself busy and mind off of Jude. This turns out to be much easier said than done. 

—--

Jude finds himself in another after party, wearing clothes much too expensive to be getting champagne sprayed all over them. But what else can he do?

He crafted this image delicately. Can't turn back now. 

There's a woman who keeps whispering into his ear. She's not you. No matter how much his teammates howl and egg him on. He can't bring himself to do so much as face her.

He's not interested, gently moving her aside while he nurses his drink. 

She scoffs, calling him a slew of names. He frowns, excusing himself and making a beeline for the bathrooms. Locking himself inside a stall and leaning on its walls. 

He calls you. Of course he does. And you pick up.

“Hey Jude.” he can hear the smile in your voice.

“Hey love.”

“What's up?” 

He sighs, long and drawn out, “I just miss you.”

You snort, “really because it seems like you've been having a blast on beaches with people i've never heard of.”

Oh.

“It's not like that-”

“Jude. don't lie to me. If you've found someone else, tell me now.”

“I havent I swear. They really are just friends.”

“Why didn't you tell me you were going?” you whisper.

There's a beat of silence. And Jude can't find the answer. Looking at the ceiling of the club like it will magically come to life and give him just the right combination of words to make both of you happy. 

You sigh, “if we are going to make anything work I can't be out of the loop this much Jude. I can't know things after paparazzi do okay?”

“Okay,” he replies, meek. 

“Where even are you?” 

He licks his lips, “this after party thing.”

“Its in a club isn't it.”

He doesn't answer but it's confirmation nonetheless.

“Dont be stupid and start calling me more.”

He opens his mouth to answer, but you've already hung up. He rubs his eyes and head out the stall. Washing his hands and splashing some water on his face.

When he gets back out there, he decides to call it a night. Ignoring the groans and frowns he gets.

When he's back in bed. He's looking at flights to see you again. 

—--

Jude gets a call a few weeks later. 

It's right after he gets back from training. Hasn't even changed yet. 

The number is unknown and he ignores it the first time. Setting his phone on the dinning table and kicking his shoes off. 

When it calls back two more times he picks up. 

“Hello?” he scratches the back of his head. 

“You know why im calling.” its your father. 

Jude scrambles to take a seat, chewing his lips. What does he mean know why. He hasn't talked to you in a few days. 

“Um, I really don't know-” he gets cut off.

“This will be my last warning to you. You are not going to ruin my daughter's life i dont give a damn how old you are, how old she is. None of this player nonsense. She has a proper education. You aren't going to ruin that for her, do you understand?”

Silence. 

“I swear if I hear you coming around her or talking to her I will sue you and your whole family.”

The line goes dead and Jude sighs. Great. Just great. 

He calls his lawyer, seeing if it would be legal to sue. 

His lawyer hums, “well they can come at you from any angle really. Emotional distress possible defamation. Id lay low for now.”

So he does just that. Yet again going silent on you.

—--

He hears wind that people have put two and two together. Your instagram has been flooded with requests. You've always had it private but you've been forced to change your user name and picture.

You don't know how but pictures from when you saw him in Madrid have resurfaced. 

And have gone more than just viral. It's all people are talking about. 

Your work life has gone from just pleasantries and work only talk to people crowding around you begging to know more. You've had people show up to your workplace for god's sake. Begging to be let in so they can see you. 

Jude calls you, worried. “I'm so sorry I don't know how pics were even taken. I'm so sorry im so sorry.”

“I don't know what to do Jude i've never dealt with this kinda stuff.” you mumble.

“Hey, hey its okay. Ill get you in contact with a security company dont worry leave it to me.”

“Okay.”

“For now. I dont think ill be able to see you anytime soon.”

“Thats okay.”

“Be safe yeah?”

“Yeah.”

—--

Your family is in a complete uproar. They blame Jude. of course they do. Your father talks about suing him but you turn it down. 

“He didnt mean for this to happen.”

Your mother shakes her head, “this is why we told you to stay away from him.”

You dont regret any moments with him. 

It takes a while. A grueling few months for your life to finally go back to normal. But Jude rarely comes back like before.

You watch the months turn to years flashing by. Facetimes become a luxury of your past self. Calls are reserved for special occasions like an aged wine. Only brought out sparelily. You get one on your birthday but it feels forced. Heavy and filled with all too much silence. 

You've tried calling, texting. Rarely receiving the time of day. Who is Jude to you anymore? 

“Hey, “ he smiles. A picture perfect rehearsed one. You almost forgot what he sounded like when speaking to you. How long has it been now?

“Hi.” You mumble. 

“Happy birthday. Sorry I couldn’t be there.” 

You shrug, “it’s okay.”

Silence while you pick your nails. 

“Any plans?”

“I don’t know, maybe dinner with friends.”

“Oh Emily?”

You want to roll your eyes. You haven’t spoken to Emily in years.

“No Jude. We’re not in touch anymore. New friends I’ve met”

He mouths a silent “oh”. 

He wants to tell you why he's been gone for so long. But unfortunately he's caught up in a legal battle. Your father actually went ahead with it. And he's stuck trying to make sense of it.

The maniac got good lawyers. And he's using every last bit of the law to win it. Using the leaked pictures that caused you so much trouble as his main leverage. 

He's been advised not to talk to you. But it's your birthday. And now seeing you moved on, new friends, new life. It feels like it's time to let go. 

For your sake. He's only brought problems into your life. And you live a life now without him. He just hopes you're happy. 

—--

You see him once, passing by through the city center. You want to run after him, grab his shoulders and shake him awake, scream and yell, beg for him to remember your promise. But you do none of that. The second your gaze meets his, your heart leaps to your throat, you blink and he's gone.

You get a text from him a few days later, first since your birthday. 

Was nice seeing you.

You want to cry. What did he see? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It wasn't nice. Not at all. It was awful. It ripped any piece of sense out of you and made you sick. 

You dont reply. 

—--

You wish you had. He gets called to the national team, and suddenly your family begins to boast of your connection to him. And that's just it. Your connection. Not theirs. Yours. You know him, you love him. Or you knew him. 

After so many years of cursing his name now they all but sing it. 

The local community is hosting watch parties, you refuse to go. 

You know the gossip around you as is. You don't need it said to your face. These people are unforgiving on their best days, cruel on their worst. More so the older generation who seems to hold not an ounce of basic human decency. 

And somehow you find yourself in a room painted in blue and white, you look away at the stares you get when you walk in. You're regretting coming at all.  You're wearing a blank jersey you've had for a while, slumped in the corner of the room, watching. Waiting for the comments to pour in sooner or later. 

But they don't, not for now. Instead, the room erupts with cheers and applause as Jude scores a goal, you smile. Not bad for a midfielder huh. The air is electric with excitement, but you feel detached, as if you're watching the scene unfold from a distance, picking at the plate of sweets that rests on your knee. 

As the game progresses, you can't help but steal glances at Jude on the screen. He looks different now, more confident, more assured. He's cut his hair, clean and precise. And yet, there's a sadness in his eyes that mirrors your own.

You wonder if he thinks of you, if he remembers the promise he made all those years ago. Has it really been years? But the thought is fleeting, lost amidst the chaos of the crowd and the weight of your own heartache. And soon I have a headache. 

When the final whistle blows and England emerges victorious, the room erupts into celebration once again. But you slip out quietly, unnoticed, lost in your own thoughts.

Outside, the night air is cool against your skin as you make your way home. You're not waiting on anyone, and it's a short walk away. The streets are quiet, the sounds of celebration fading into the distance.

You pause for a moment, taking in the stillness of the night. And in that moment, you make a decision.

You may not have chased after him when you had the chance, but you refuse to let this be the end of your story. You refuse to let fear and doubt hold you back any longer. There is no use to let yourself be defined by what ifs. 

With a determined step, you pull out your phone and type out a message to Jude.

Watched you play tonight. I'm proud of you.

It's a small gesture, but it's a start. And as you hit send, you feel a glimmer of hope stir within you.

Maybe, just maybe, this isn't goodbye after all. Maybe there's still a chance for the two of you to find your way back to each other, to rewrite the ending of your story.

But for now, all you can do is wait. Wait for his reply, wait for the future to unfold, and wait for the day when you can finally be together again, without fear or hesitation. In a way he'll always be your Jude. 

——

News reaches you in the form of an instagram post on a summer day.  Not family, not friends, not him. It’s your explore page that plasters it on your screen, in the middle of your morning routine you see him all tidied up in a suit, facing away from the camera, the side of his face illuminated by soft light. Next to his side is a woman in white, you only see a peek of her face but you call tell shes smiling. 

“Just married.”

Married. Just. Married. 

Oh. 

You don't register it at first, the words looking more like a foreign language than any coherent sentence. So you finish brushing your teeth and your hair. Moisturizing your face, slipping back into bed and rereading it over and over and over again till it finally does click for you.

He gave up on waiting.

You keep going back to the picture. He's grown into a proper man now. His features are full and bright. He's gotten a different haircut. Leaving behind the one of his youth. You read through the comments of teammates and old friends congratulating him. 

You realize the tie he's wearing is the one his dad got him when he first left for dortmund. You think you're gonna be sick. 

No one bothers to ask why you've been crying all day. It's safe to assume everyone knows by now, hell the whole population probably does. 

What changed his mind? What made it that he couldn't even bother to let you know beforehand?

And yet there's a stupid prick of hope that can't seem to go away. You're still waiting for him aren't you. 

—--

As the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into months, the reality of his marriage settles heavily on your shoulders. You can't help but wonder if he thinks of you, if he remembers the promises made under the stars, if he regrets the choice he made. But you push those thoughts aside, burying them deep within you, because what good would they do?

A sick twisted idea of wrecking his home blooms in your mind, but you know you can't. You just can't. Not to him. You can't take away something like this from him. 

Life goes on, as it always does, but the ache in your chest remains, a constant reminder of what could have been. You try to distract yourself with work, with friends, with anything that will keep your mind from wandering back to him. Yet, he's always there, lingering in the back of your thoughts like stardust. 

You hear snippets of his life through mutual acquaintances, through social media posts, through the grapevine of gossip that always seems to find its way to you. He's thriving, it seems, his career reaching new heights, his personal life seemingly content. Apparently he has a kid on the way, would you look at that. And you can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. To top it all off you still have no clue on who this woman is. Not who she is, what she does, where she's from. Absolutely nothing, it drives you mad to say the least. 

He hasn't spoken to you. Not since that day in the city center. 

Maybe if you would have known all that was to come you would've gone after him. Chasing him endlessly through cobblestone stress and crowded walkways. Would he have even stopped? Given you a moment of his day?

The same man who spent his days off in your apartment kissing your worries away and promising you a tomorrow you still cling to. 

You're a foolish foolish woman. And for some reason, you don't hate him. You don't think you ever could. Even after everything, every single year that's passed. A part of you will always love him. 

—--

[feyhunter78]

Lab Partners

(Image taken from Pinterest, I believe the artist is teletwobees) More Nerd!Miguel here

Also, plz feel free to ask me about college/nerd!miguel bc he is in my thoughts now

Regret, that’s what you’re feeling as you bury your face in your arms, the lab table cool against your skin. You should’ve brought a jacket, but you didn’t have time, just raced out of your apartment to your car in leggings and a t-shirt with your letters printed across the back in purple and white bubble letters.

“Y/N are—are you okay?” Miguel’s voice is soft, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor not as soft, your head aching, pain piercing through your brain at the noise.

Your stomach rumbles and a wave of fatigue washes over you as you lift your head to look at him. “Got dragged to the bar last night.”

He’s wearing a soft looking, long sleeve dark blue shirt, the sleeves pushed up exposing his forearms, his glasses flecked with raindrops, his hair is tousled and slightly damp curling slightly at the ends.

“On a Thursday night?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing as he unpacks the lab equipment.

“It’s the night everyone goes out, I don’t know why, and I hate it.” You whine, massaging your temples.

Miguel’s large warm hand presses against your forehead, and you startle for a moment, causing him to jolt back, stuttering apologies.

“I—I just wanted to make sure you weren’t sick.” He says, a light dusting of pink across his tanned cheekbones.

He’s got great cheekbones, really, he’s got great everything. Maybe it’s just the hangover talking, but you really want to kiss him. Well, you’ve wanted to kiss him since he sat next to you on the first day of class. And when he slid his notes over to you the month after when he saw you struggling to keep up with the professor’s supersonic lecturing speed.

“I mean, a hangover is a kind of sickness, I’m pretty sure.” You say, your own face burning, but you can’t tell if it from his touch or the hangover.

“Don’t they say to drink something for a hangover? A Bloody Mary or a mimosa? I heard the café off campus sells them until noon.” He suggests, nerves coloring his tone.

Is he trying to ask you out? No, he can’t be. He’s Miguel, the genius, shy and sweet, and definitely not interested in you, and your hectic, dramatic life with sisters you both love and hate depending on what week it is.

“Can’t drink in letters.” You tell him, fumbling for your water bottle and taking a long drink, your eyes fluttering closed as the cool water soothes your sore throat.

“Really?” He asks, and his eyes are on you when you open yours, lingering on your lips, then darting away.

“Yep, it’s like the number one rule for all sororities all across the U.S. movies always get it wrong, really pisses me off.” You grumble, putting your water bottle back in your bag and trying to muster the energy to focus on the assignment in front of you.

“Interesting.” Miguel says, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with the hem of his shirt.

Like an absolute pervert, your eyes shoot down to the exposed sliver of skin. Tanned and toned, you swallow hard as you rip your eyes away.

“Yep, Hollywood, they always try to make us look like drunk sluts. And look, I may be drunk occasionally, but I’m not a slut.”

Miguel’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “I would never call you that—never think you were one, ever.”

You smile and pat his shoulder. “I know, Miguel, you’re too sweet for that.” You can’t help but let your hand drag down to his bicep, his stupidly firm bicep. “My sweet boy.”

His glasses clatter onto the lab table and Miguel scrambles to pick them up, slipping them back on. “Did you get to finish your assignment yet?”

You screw your eyes closed, swearing under your breath. “That’s what I forgot.”

“It’s due tomorrow.” He reminds you.

You nod and press the back of your hand to your forehead, willing your headache to recede. “Yes, yes, I know, I just shit, I totally forgot, and I’ve been so busy, we have this major philanthropy event coming up, and I’ve been up till two am all week helping paint the banner and I really don’t get anything we’re doing in here.”

You pause, sniffling, your eyes welling with tears, as you bite the inside of your cheek trying to keep from crying in the back of the lab.

“I could help you?” Miguel offers tentatively, fidgeting with his pen, his eyes darting between you and the table.

“Really? Miguel, that would be amazing.” You say, unable to resist the urge to lean over and wrap your arms around him.

He smells good, like expensive cologne, and old books.

You take a moment longer than necessary to pull back, basking in his warmth, in the way his strong arms wrap loosely around you before he gains the courage and crushes you to his chest.

“It’s no problem, why don’t we meet in the library around four? It looks like you’re almost done with it, so we shouldn’t be there for too long.” His voice low, calm, and warm vibrates in his chest, and you relax into his hold before pulling back and nodding.

“That would be perfect, thank you.” You beam at him, headache receding, the knot in your stomach unraveling, there’s something about him that’s so comforting, makes you feel safe.

He nods and focuses in on the PowerPoint the professor is going over. He looks so handsome, warm brown eyes flickering over the typed words, his broad shoulders still half turned towards you, his full lips parted ever so slightly as he mumbles to himself.

You rest your chin in your hand and watch him out of the corner of your eye, unable to keep from daydreaming about what it might be like to be his.

Miguel is going places, you know it. And you? You’ve always thought it might be fun to be a trophy wife, maybe Miguel needed a trophy wife?

You can see it now, standing next to him in a gorgeous red dress, your hand around his bicep as he accepts some award for genetics. You can almost feel his lips against yours as he thanks you for your support and dips you old movie style.

“Y/N I’ll see you at four, yeah?” Miguel’s voice pulls you from your daydreams. Class is over, you’ve taken zero notes, and he definitely caught you zoning out.

You nod, and quickly gather your things. “Yeah, yeah four, I’ll meet you there!”

(Also ummm I was in a sorority my entire time at college, so I am actually the expert and Hollywood gets everything soooo wrong it makes me legit angry😭)

Miguel TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps

[moonstruckme]

In a Week - send a character + au and I'll write a blurb for it (like vampire!Eddie, bodyguard!Sirius, etc.)

ROCKSTAR!SIRIUS PLZ

Loveeee him! Thanks for requesting ml :)

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rockstar!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 612 words

Sirius pushes through the crowd of fans with all the politeness he can. Sorry, ‘scuse me, thanks for coming, excuse me. It’s like trying to part the sea, but eventually he makes it to the door of his dressing room, slipping inside and shutting it hastily behind him. 

“Sirius!” You’re upon him in a second, eyes ecstatic under your smudged makeup. “You were amazing! Your solo, it was beyond anything I’ve seen—that had to have been your best show on this tour.” 

“Thanks, baby,” he says, and that’s about as long as he can restrain himself. The adrenaline of the show is still thrumming in his veins, but it’s happy for a new outlet. You return the kiss with gusto, and Sirius isn’t sure if it’s your sweat or his he’s tasting as you come up on your tiptoes, tongue sweeping over the inside of his top lip.  

“Pads—Christ, mate, think you could hold off until the after party at least?” James says from the doorway. “You’re neglecting your fans out here.” 

Sirius shoots him a sour look. “VIP pass gets them ten minutes each,” he says, leaving his hand tangled in your hair even when you step back slightly. “They got what they paid for.” 

“Siri,” you say softly. “They’re your fans, they just want to see you. Be nice.” 

“I was nice,” he replies, though his tone is far kinder than the one he’d used with James. “I was nice to them for ten minutes each, sweetheart, and now I want some time with my girl.” 

“You share a hotel room every night and she’s at every one of our shows,” James points out. “You’d think you’d get plenty of time with her.” He turns to you, brown eyes warm behind glasses still vaguely foggy from the exertion of performing. “Not that we aren’t happy to have you, shortcake. We are.” 

You smile at him, speaking again before Sirius has the chance to reply. “What if you go out there for another half hour, honey, and then we can skip the after party and go straight to the hotel. Sound good?”

Sirius sighs, bending forward to lean his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. He knows he’s ruining his eyeliner, rubbing it against the sweaty skin of your collarbone, but he doesn’t care. “I was already gonna skip the party,” he mutters. 

You laugh, resting your hand atop his hair lightly. “Just an extra half hour. Then we’ll go to the room, order room service, shower…” 

You’re making your voice extra enticing, and it works. “Fine,” he sighs, and James grins, slipping out and shutting the door behind him to give you two a moment of privacy. “Tomorrow I’m making you hold my hand all day,” he says, straightening with a groan. “I’m not letting you go until the next show.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you reply gamely. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” he warns, heading for the door before he gets a chance to change his mind. “There should be brownies in here somewhere, sweetheart. I requested them, you can eat them while I’m gone.” 

Your lips part, features morphing into an adorable look of surprise. “You made the venue bring brownies to your room for me?” 

Sirius shrugs, but he’s smirking. “You said you were craving them. Gotta keep my girl happy.” 

You grab his collar, pressing your lips enthusiastically to his for a brief moment before you let him go. “Thank you, baby,” you say, grinning hugely. “Knock ‘em dead out there. Don’t let any girls make you sign their boobs.” 

“I’ll do my best,” he promises, leaving you to your treat and stepping out into the hallway. 

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Wake up! | Lee Felix

Summary: when Felix is sleeping peacefully, but you'd rather give him all your love!

Notes: @alyszaen idk wtf this is but plz read it

Warnings: cheesy cuteness

"Are you awake?"

The whisper of your words caused Felix to stir, shifting his head slightly as he unconsciously rolled away from the sound. You smiled at the movement, biting your lip to stop the giggles from escaping. You waited a moment before asking him again, anticipating for him to wake at the sound of your voice.

You snuggled into his side, pressing your forehead to his cheek as you buried your face into his neck. You sighed contently, softly humming in satisfaction at the comfort he brought you. "I love you," you tell him happily.

Your nuzzled head caused your hair to tickle his skin, forcing Felix to wake. He turned his head to the side, lips meeting your forehead instead. "Hi," he says. His voice vibrated slightly against you as he continued, "good morning."

Not finding anymore restraint in yourself, you swung your free arm around his waist and tucked him even further into your chest. "You are so warm!" You gasp.

Felix chuckles, closing his eyes as he feels you grip his sides to keep him close. "You're awfully cuddly this morning," he remarks.

You couldn't help yourself. The way he slept peacefully beside you after a long time apart had you craving to hold him closer than ever. It was rare that you woke before him, leaving you to blame the jet leg for the time you spent waiting. You even tried to occupy yourself with your phone, debating on whether it was worth it or not to ruin his sleep. But the longer he slept away, the more inpatient you became. He was so close to you, and you couldn't squeeze him in your arms.

Lifting your head and pulling back, you looked down to Felix with a soft smile. "You're so cute, you know that?" You reach to place a finger to his cheek, tenderly tracing down the skin to his jaw. "Such a handsome man."

Felix opened his eyes to look at you, amused. "You're acting weird."

You giggle, shaking your head. "I'm not!" You defend, leaning down to place a kiss to his cheek. "I just really, really missed you!" You finished the sentence with three or four other pecks, finding it hard to resist from doing more.

Felix began to laugh at your antics, his cheeks rising high as he attempted to pull away from you. Although, your grip on his waist never loosened. He reached his right hand over you, placing it on the small of your back to smother you into him, hoping it would cease the kisses that seemed to become more slobbery.

"Let me sleep!" He cries out in laughter, holding your head to his clothed chest with his left arm. He felt you wiggle around at the change of positions, now locked in his grasp. Unsatisfied, he outstretched his legs, wrapping them around your own and pinning you down.

Another wiggle attempt forced him to flip you both over, knees on either side of your legs and arms beside your head. He caged you in, leaning over your body as he tried to regain his strength enough to prevent you from moving again. His face stayed lowered to yours, watching.

You beamed up at your lover, excited to have his full attention. "What's wrong, honey? Don't like my kisses?"

Felix grinned back at you. "Let's see how you like it!"

Your eyes widened in shock as you realized you finally lost control of the situation. You raised your hands to block his face from meeting yours, but you weren't quick enough. In a second, Felix licked his lips and bent down enough to land a big, loud and wet kiss to your cheek. You squealed in surprise, feeling the disgust wash over you.

"Ew!"

Felix didn't stop. He spread his own slobbery kisses all over your face. Your eyelids, cheeks, eyebrows, chin-every inch of your skin was covered with his lips. Your hands met the back of his head, threading your fingers through the long hair as you attempted to hold his face away. The more you turned away, the more he tried to kiss you.

Finally satisfied with his work, he pulled back enough to gauge your expression. He smirked proudly. "Just wanted to return the affection, babe."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks," you respond dryly. Your one hand came to your face to wipe anything left over. "I really appreciate it."

Felix hummed softly, catching your gaze as you both began to settle. His eyes sparkle with love as he leant his head back down, this time meeting your lips in a gentle kiss. His soft hand rested against your cheek, prompting you to lean against the warmth. You tilted his head exactly where you needed him with your fingers still in his hair.

"I missed you so much," you confess honestly.

Felix rests his forehead against yours. "So did I," he admits as well. "Every night, every day. But I'm so glad to be home again with you here."

[blingblong55]

Match -John 'Soap' MacTavish

Based on a request:

heyyy :D I'm kind new round here but wanted to request something :3 [idk if there's rules to this u don't have to do this] could I plz request masc!reader x dom!soap fluff? like just cute stuff? light teasing but other than that they're just being cute together? idk he's my comfort character anyways love you <3 *mwah* ---- GN!Masc!Reader, fluff, dom!Soap?, established!relationship, teasing? ----

A/N: Honestly, I'll probably come back to this one and rewrite it so if its absolute shit, I'm sorry

You were the scientist on base, Soap was in charge of watching over your section. "So, what's this do?" he points to a beaker with green liquid. "Don't touch it, if dropped it will burn your skin." You said with a neutral tone. "Love, c'mon, yer think I'm that dumb?" he walks over to you. "Is my pretty scientist that worried she is dating a dumb soldier?" his arms wrapped around you. "No," you smile, giving up that neutral face you had previously. "Good, you know, bonnie, if yer were dating another smart guy, yer wouldn't have this much fun," his hands trailing down to your inner thighs.

You walk away, "I'm busy Johnny," you remind him and walk to the cabinet. "Oh, is my little nerd too busy for their boyfriend?" You look at him, "I'm not a nerd." He chuckles, "Let me fix that," he clears his throat, "Is my big dummy too busy for their boyfriend?" he smirks. "Shut up," you laugh lightly.

Your lab coat off as you begin to write on the files. He leans on the door frame, arms crossed as he gives you that teasing look. "You look so cute when you think, my little dummy" he chuckles and inspects his gun, but keeping his gaze on you. "You know why it's bad to tell a chemistry joke to a chemist?" Another joke he'd say. "Because they always react" he begins to laugh hard. You can't help but laugh with him. He walks over to you. "C'mon darling, what'da say we head back home and I teach you how to use me?" Blue puppy eyes on yours. "Johnny, don't start. I'm seriously busy," you brush him off but he can't have that.

He leans over the lab table and watches you, his calloused fingers playing with your lab's badge. "You look so cute in this picture, you'd look cuter if you had even shorter hair." He brushes your hair and smiles. "Even shorter? No way, I know where this is going. I'm not getting a mohawk," you chuckle. "Oh c'mon, imagine how cute we'd look, me with my mohawk and you with yours, we'd be the perfect couple." He smiles and winks.

"Mm, no." He chuckles, "Fine, love." His warm lips on your cheek, "At least let me get some cuddles after this. My little dummy deserves some cuddles for being so smart," he whispers by your ear. It wasn't that he wanted to pull you away from your job but he knew you'd been working on the research for over 12 hours and he knew rest was much needed. He of course had luck, with you and him walking back to your quarters and cuddling. The bed sheets are warm, his arms holding you tight as he brushes your hair.

"You think we can go and annoy the LT?" "Want to go do it now?" You suggest and he grins "I call shots in annoying him at dinner." "Only if I can tell him some terrible joke that makes him mad." "Deal." And so you both go to the common room and annoy Ghost, something that has become usual and fun for both of you. "You two are disgustingly made for each other." Ghost says as he is squished between both of you. "We know," Soap and you say at the same time, Soap giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

A/N: Not really proud of it but I do hope you like it at least <3

Tags: @queen-ilmaree @sad1st1c-wh0re @stupendousstrangerdreamer

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could you write abt Dom! Finn plz I beg of you I'm giving you free will

I'll Warm You Up | Finn

pairing: Yuurivoice Finn x fem! reader

warnings: smut, blowjob?, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, dom! finn

summary: you're just drinking tea trying to warm up in your cozy little kitchen when Finn walks in and decides to warm you up, just in a more... beneficial way.

an: it's been awhile but daddy's home 💋

It was in the middle of December, it had been freezing so to warm up you made yourself some tea.

You were currently stirring your tea and blowing on it to cool it down, not wanting it to burn your tongue. As you stared out the window above the sink you felt a pair of hands wrap around you, it was Finn.

"Hi my love." You say to Finn looking up since his body was very much larger than yours. "Hello, Orchid." Saying the nickname he'd given you that always made you melt like puddy.

You just stayed there in silence, not an awkward silence but you could tell there was some tension because the way Finn was now out lining your waist with his hands started to fluster you. You put your tea down next to the sink, turning around to look at Finn.

You are now looking Finn in the eyes and you put your head on his chest trying to warm up against his thick green flannel. "It's freezing in here." "I know." He says giggling at the fact that you are shivering like you just took an ice bath.

He's holding you for a bit in silence as he tries to figure out what he can do to warm you guys up, you already made tea, he turned on the heater. That's when it hit him. He looks you in the eyes "I have something that can warm both of us up." "What is it?" You say looking at him with your shiny e/c eyes. "Follow me." He says grabbing your hand, taking you in the direction of your guys bedroom.

You guys walk into the room. "So what is i-" You were about to finish your sentence before Finn kissed you passionately. As he kisses you more and more passionately the blush on both of your faces gets brighter and brighter. He disconnects you both from the kiss so you can breathe, a string of saliva still connecting you together. "C-can I t-ouch you?" Finn asks shyly. You nod, giving him approval to let him touch you.

"Ah~" you said as Finn fingered you prepping you for what his actual idea was. "Are you ready?" Finn asked. "Mhm!~" You say to Finn as a response, meaning yes. You couldn't wait any longer. He unbuckles his pants and pulls them down, along with his boxers, as he sits down on the side of the bed he has you sit in between his legs. "Orchid, can you suck my cock with your pretty mouth? I don't want it to hurt while I fuck you." You nod as you kiss his tip and then start slowing sucking.

"That's enough, Orchid. If you keep on sucking me like that you might suck the life out of me." He says giggling, as you disconnect your mouth from his cock. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He says, still asking for consent, that's what made you like him so much, the fact that he was so nice and always asked if it was okay to touch you in any way.

You give him permission, as you take off your panties and your pants (or whatever bottoms you like to wear.) You finally sit on his cock, and you feel like you're already going to explode. "Mh~ Finn~".

"Finn~!" You practically screamed, as Finn covers your mouth with his firm but soft hands, to muffle your lovely sounds."Such a good girl, Orchid." Finn hits your g-spot and your eyes roll back. "F-Finn I'm gonna cum~!" He had moved his hand away from your mouth so he could hear you. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you, as you whimper into the kiss. You finally cum, Finn cumming not very far after you.

"Are you warm enough?" He asked looking down at his chest which is where you were currently laying. "Uh huh." You say clearly fucked out, while he giggles and kisses your forehead. He gets up to clean you up. "Do you need anything?" He says turning to look at you before realizing you had already fallen asleep, making him smile.

☆ this was requested by @sunfl0wer-h0ur! My very first yuurivoice fanfic! I enjoyed writing this one! More suggestions? ☆

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Diet Mountain Dew 2

Second part to this !

warnings: dom Ethan, spitting, p in v, degrading, praising, oral f receiving, dumbification kinda?, unprotected sex (don't do that plz), breeding if u squint, he basically fucks your brains out, think that's it lol. tell me if I miss anything, ENJOYY :3

"Gonna have so much fun with you angel" Ethan said kissing your forehead "mhmm" you said dumbly. "here's what we're gonna do" he said as he picked you up, you wrapped both your legs around his waist for support looking at him in the eyes just to pull him into another messy kiss. Both your hands were holding his cheeks trying to bring him even more impossibly close. "calm down baby, there will be enough kissing in a bit let's just get you ready mkay?" you felt him walk to his bed, setting you down.

you laid there admiring him above you, he was finally taking off his shirt, you could finally see what you've been wanting to see. I mean holy fuck you've been touching yourself to the thought of him every time you had the chance. "that's so cute and pathetic princess" Ethan laughed now above you looking directly in your eyes then to your lips back to your eyes "gonna fuck you stupid" you whined loudly at his comment but silenced by his lips, you felt him bite your bottom lip making you gasp letting him finally force his tongue in your mouth.

you wanted nothing more but for him to finally take you then and there. "please" you begged Ethan mouth still occupied with his but it didn't matter you just wanted him to get straight to the point. "yea yea I got you bunny I got you" now directing him mouth from your lips to you neck leaving wet kisses down your neck, dragging his teeth as he left marks. You hurried to take off this very tight shirt that kept you from feeling his skin on yours. "so fuckin pretty" Ethan groaned as he kept directing his kisses down your chest making sure to take off your bra off and finally fucking finally have him suck on your nipples. Using his tongue to caress them then using his teeth to playfully bite them "ow" you whined "don't be a brat I know you're a little pain slut" he said as proceeds to do the exact same thing to your other nipple leaving them both red from his rough treatment.

"kay now this is what you wanted huh, this is what you've been waiting for" now he was finally laying there on his stomach looking up at you with a smirk from in between your legs "beg" his tone cold, eyes dark but with a glint of playfulness. "want it please want it so bad please please please" he's been teasing you so much I mean he hasn't even tried to touch you where you've been craving him the most. "touch you where hmm? I mean im touching you don't be stupid, tell me where bunny" he cooed in a mean tone "touch me please touch my pussy want it so bad want you please" you babled literally no single thought in your fuzzy brain you just wanted him, his mouth, his fingers, his cock, just him.

"atta girl" he praised before using his index to rub your clit over your cotton panties teasing you. "ill be keeping these" he said removing your panties and setting them under his pillow, literally so disgusting you think you'd say but your cunt gushed even more, you could feel yourself clench at the thought of him using your panties to get off on like a perv. "such a pretty little pussy, ready to be used by me hmm?" he questioned you but he did not wait for you to answer no you could feel him use his tongue to run up and down your labia. His tongue felt so good and warm against your cunt even more when he decided to fuck your hole with it, licking inside then coming back out to wrapped his lips around your tiny button sucking and applying a good amount of pressure on it. "taste soo good" he whined really loving the taste of you. You felt extremely overwhelmed with his treatment, thighs shaking, hands shaking but still making their way into his curls. "gonna cum" you moaned loudly feeling his fingers now prodding at your hole. "open your eyes, look at me" Ethan commanded wanting to see your face as u came. You looked down at him seeing his big brown eyes study your face "there we go bunny, now come for me" you whined at his command but did not fail him. You came hard , vision going white as if you were in cloud nine, and him well Ethan was living for this. He still had his mouth on you, his lips sucking on your clit and his fingers fucking into you as you came riding out the orgasm you were having. "good fucking girl" mouth now detached from your pulsing clit but fingers still slowly fucking you. "please please just fuck me please" begging in such a pathetic whiny tone. "just cause you asked so nicely" he stated.

Now your legs were being bent over his shoulders, he was manhandling you into a position you didn't think you could do. He stroked himself using his spit and your juices, trying to lube himself up for you "open your mouth" he said sticking his fingers into your mouth making u gag around them, gathering enough of your spit. "you look so cute like this" he spoke, you were looking at him with tears in your eyes. "okay that's enough" pulling his fingers out your mouth and direct them towards his cock, wrapping his hands around them slicking up his cock even more. "now be a good girl and be quite" you were confused and before you asked he insert himself in one swift motion bottoming out. "fuck" he groaned and you moaned a little too loud for his liking "shhh" hand now placed on your mouth to keep you quite "you're so warm and so fucking tight, fuck" moaning and whining loudly as he felt you from the inside. You can feel him start to pick up his pace, he had let his hand fall from your mouth to the pillow beside you now pressing his chest against yours. You were being folded in half by the way he pressed up against you, you could feel every vein on his cock, could feel his tip rub against that spot that had you arching your back and whining . "you're so deep, can feel you in my tummy" you moaned making him groan against you using his other hand to push your head towards his to kiss you so messy and rough. When he finally let go of your mouth he had to get a good look of you. You had tears streaming down your soft cheeks, lips red from being bitten to stay quite and from his kisses, your hair all messy under you but he still thought you were the most beautiful girl ever.

His thrust became more deeper and harder the more you moaned and whined. You hadn't ever noticed but you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, god he really is fucking you stupid. "silly bunny you're drooling, you really love this don't you" keeping his pace as he spoke to you. "love you, love this so much" you spoke in babels, you brain was to fuzzy to even realize what you had said but Ethan heard you and it riled him up even more. He kept a nice pace, fucking up into you using the hand that was holding your head to slide down in between your bodies to rub your little nub in tight little circles. "cum for me baby, cum." he demanded and you obeyed, you came gushing all around his cock, back arching even more against him as your walls spasm around him, breathing heavily letting out little uh uhs ridding out the best fucking orgasm you've ever had. thank yous can be heard coming out of your mouth from every thrust he gave trying to reach his own high "cum for me Ethan, cum inside me please please cum for me" you spoke in a soft voice. He took a few more thrust and finally bottoming himself inside you and cumming. "fuck soo good" he whimpered knowing it was inside you, your warm wet cunt was now claimed by him, he felt proud. "now your mine. You're my cute little bunny" his giggled out loud but yes you now belong to him, officially.

Your hands had been running through his curls as you and Ethan laid on his bed, mind still hazy from the sex. His head laid on your tummy looking up at you with a smile and you smiled back. This is so wrong, but it feels so right.