#[💌] answers☆

[holyblonded]

the m word | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader

summary: 3 times you accidentally called alexia mom and the one time you planned it

warings: bad parents, flu

notes: this takes place a few months to a year or two after estrella joined the team

When you first moved up to the senior team, you had no idea what to expect. You were only fourteen, the youngest player by far, and all your friends (besides Jana and Bruna) were still in the academy. Your mother, on most days, was off doing God knows what, leaving you to navigate this new world on your own.

But something you never expected was how close you’d become with Alexia. From the moment she scouted you, she took you under her wing, guiding you through the chaos of professional football, especially at such a young age. She made sure you ate properly, did your homework, and kept you in line (for the most part) during training. She even gave you rides to and from practice, looking after you in ways no one else had in your life. Tonight was no different.

The team’s plane had just landed back in Barcelona, the clock inching past midnight. You were exhausted, curled up between Jana and Bruna, their heads resting on top of yours as the three of you dozed off in your seats. The steady hum of the plane’s engines had lulled you into a deep sleep, and you barely stirred when the seatbelt sign dinged, signaling it was time to disembark.

Alexia stretched and turned back to find the three of you completely knocked out. With a small shake of her head, she reached over, nudging Jana and Bruna awake. “Come on, we landed,” she said softly.

Jana groaned, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, while Bruna yawned, slowly blinking herself awake. But you didn’t move.

Alexia poked your arm. Nothing. She shook your shoulder. Still nothing.

“She’s not going to get up,” Bruna muttered sleepily.

Jana smirked. “You know what to do.”

Alexia sighed before glancing over at Jenni, who had been watching the whole scene unfold with amusement. “Jenni,” Alexia said, tilting her head toward you.

Jenni grinned. “Oh, I got this.”

Before you even knew what was happening, strong arms scooped you up, lifting you effortlessly from your seat. You stirred slightly, groaning, but instead of fighting it, you simply curled into Jenni’s shoulder, completely deadweight in her arms.

“She’s like a little koala,” Jenni teased, carrying you down the plane steps while the rest of the team laughed quietly.

“Try having to wake her up every day,” Alexia muttered, rolling her eyes as she followed behind.

Jenni carried you through the airport, through baggage claim, and all the way to the car without you waking up once. When they finally reached Alexia’s car, Jenni shifted you in her arms. “You’re heavier than you look, mona (monkey),” she grumbled, carefully maneuvering you into the backseat. You murmured something incoherent but didn’t wake up, your head slumping against the window.

The drive home was quiet, the exhaustion of the match settling into all of them. When they finally pulled up to your apartment, Alexia got out and walked up to the door, fishing your keys from your bag. She slipped one into the lock, but it didn’t turn.

Frowning, she tried again. Nothing.

Jenni, watching from the corner, raised a brow. “Everything okay?”

Alexia’s jaw tensed. “The keys aren’t working.”

Jenni frowned and walked closer, trying them herself. Still, the door wouldn’t budge.

“That’s weird,” she muttered, glancing over at Alexia.

Alexia nodded slowly. Something about this didn’t sit right with her, but she wasn’t going to push it now, not with you dead asleep in the backseat. “She can stay at mine tonight,” she said simply.

Jenni agreed, and soon, you were once again being carried, this time into Alexia’s apartment. While Jenni went to shower, Alexia brought you into the spare bedroom, pulling the covers back before carefully laying you down. You stirred slightly as she tucked the blanket around you, your eyes fluttering open just the slightest.

“Buenas noches, mami,” you mumbled sleepily, your voice barely above a whisper.

Alexia froze.

You didn’t even realize what you had said before you were already slipping back into sleep, your breathing evening out. Alexia stood there for a moment, completely speechless, watching as your face relaxed against the pillow.

She swallowed, something unfamiliar twisting in her chest, but she didn’t say anything.

Instead, she simply exhaled softly, reached out to brush a stray curl from your forehead, and whispered, “Buenas noches, Estrella.”

Then, without another word, she turned off the light and quietly shut the door behind her.

The night sky above you stretches endlessly, the stars scattered like tiny diamonds against the vast darkness. The crisp air carries the electric energy of the stadium, the thunderous roar of the crowd vibrating through your bones. Games like this— games that mattered, games that demanded everything from you, always sent an intoxicating rush of dopamine through your system.

Your pulse thrums in your ears as you take it all in, grounding yourself in the moment. You’ve been here before, but somehow, it always feels brand new. The magnitude of El Clásico never fades, never dulls. The rivalry is embedded in every touch of the ball, every challenge, every goal.

“You ready?” Mario asks, slinging an arm around your shoulders, her voice low but charged with anticipation.

You smirk, shaking out your shoulders. “I’m always ready.”

The first goal comes early, a beautiful sequence of passes that ends with you slipping between defenders, receiving a perfectly weighted ball from Alexia, and slotting it past Misa with the outside of your foot. The eruption of noise is deafening, your name bouncing off the walls of the stadium as you sprint toward the corner, fists clenched in triumph.

The second goal is a blur. Marta intercepts a wayward pass, Laia sends it down the flank, and Leila cuts it back for you at the top of the box. Without thinking, you strike it first time, curling it into the far post. Two-nil.

By the time the third opportunity presents itself, Madrid is desperate, pushing high up the pitch in a last-ditch effort to claw their way back. You see it before it even happens, one bad touch from their midfielder, a brief lapse in control. You pounce, intercepting the ball near the halfway line.

There’s no hesitation. Your eyes flick up, spotting Misa off her line, and your body moves instinctively. You pull your foot back and strike through the ball with perfect precision. Time seems to slow as the ball soars through the air, carrying all the way from midfield, past the scrambling keeper, and into the back of the net.

For a second, the stadium holds its breath. Then, an explosion of sound.

You even don’t think, you just run.

Pure, unfiltered euphoria surges through you as you sprint toward the bench, your legs burning but your heart flying. Alexia is the first person you see, her arms wide open, and you leap straight into them, wrapping your arms around her neck as she catches you effortlessly.

“Mami!” The word slips out in your excitement, a natural instinct, completely unnoticed by you as you bury your face in her shoulder.

Alexia squeezes you tight, pressing a hand to the back of your head. “Qué locura, Estrelleta,” she murmurs, laughter laced in her voice. “You’re unbelievable.”

Neither of you notice the way Mario’s brows shoot up, how Laia covers her mouth to stifle a laugh, how Leila exchanges a knowing glance with Marta. They don’t say a word, but the moment is filed away, stored for future teasing.

Right now, though, none of it matters.

Right now, you’ve just put three past Madrid. Right now, you’re weightless, wrapped in Alexia’s arms, the chants of your name filling the air. Right now, you are exactly where you belong.

The dim glow of the living room lamp barely illuminated the room, casting soft shadows on the walls. You were cocooned in a thick bundle of blankets, your limbs heavy, your body radiating unbearable heat, yet somehow you still shivered. Every breath felt like a monumental effort, your throat raw, your head pounding like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it.

“Jenni,” you croaked dramatically from your fortress of suffering. “Jenni, please come quick—I am dying.”

Jenni, who had been putting on her shoes by the door, let out a soft giggle as she grabbed her wallet. “I know, bebita,” she said, adjusting her jacket. “That’s why I’m going out to get medicine.”

“No,” you whined, reaching out a feeble, shaking hand like a character in a tragic play. “Don’t leave! It might be the last time you see me. Tell everyone I fought bravely.”

Jenni rolled her eyes, walking back over to you with an amused expression. She crouched beside the couch, brushing your sweaty hair off your forehead before pressing a kiss to it. “You’ll survive, drama queen,” she teased. “Try not to perish before I get back.”

You barely had the strength to glare at her before she slipped out the door, leaving you alone in your misery.

Somewhere in the apartment, a door creaked open. Heavy footsteps padded toward you, slow and groggy.

A shadow loomed over you before a voice, low and thick with sleep, broke through the haze of your fever.

“Estrella.”

You barely registered Alexia standing over you, her hair disheveled, wrapped in a loose hoodie and sweatpants. She blinked at you, squinting as if trying to process the scene before her.

“You’re awake,” you murmured weakly, blinking up at her with glassy eyes. “Mami, I don’t feel good.”

She frowned. “What?”

You waved a limp hand. “Never mind,” you sighed, turning your head dramatically. “I think I’m hallucinating.”

Alexia sighed, rubbing her temple. “You are not hallucinating.” She crouched beside you, pressing the back of her hand against your forehead. “Dios mío, you’re burning up.”

You nodded solemnly. “I am dying.”

“You’re not dying.”

You reached for her hand, gripping it weakly. “Promise me something.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Take care of Eli when I’m gone.”

Alexia exhaled sharply through her nose, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. “You are not dying,” she repeated firmly before standing up. “Stay here.”

“Not like I have a choice,” you mumbled into your pillow, your body too exhausted to do anything but sink deeper into the couch.

A few minutes later, Alexia returned with a steaming mug in her hands. She sat on the edge of the coffee table, watching as you blinked sluggishly at her.

“Drink this.”

You wrinkled your nose. “What is it?”

“Tea.”

“What kind?”

“The kind that will make you feel better.”

You groaned. “That sounds fake.”

Alexia narrowed her eyes. “Estrella.”

You pouted but took the mug in your shaky hands. The first sip was bitter, but warmth spread through your throat, soothing the raw scratchiness. You took another sip, then another.

“Good girl,” Alexia murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

When you finished, she took the mug from you, setting it aside before you suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her from moving away.

“Stay,” you murmured.

“Estrella—”

“Please,” you mumbled, your fever-dazed brain barely processing anything beyond the need for comfort. “Lay with me.”

Alexia hesitated for a moment before sighing and carefully maneuvering herself onto the couch beside you. You immediately curled into her, burying your face into her hoodie, her warmth soothing in a way nothing else was.

“Mami? Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily.

Alexia stiffened, but when you didn’t say anything else, when your breathing evened out and your grip on her hoodie loosened she simply exhaled, letting it go.

She pulled the blanket tighter around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Descansa, Estrellita,” she whispered.

And for the first time that night, your fevered mind let you sleep.

You adjusted the top of your suit jacket anxiously, smoothing out invisible wrinkles as you sat between Jenni and Alexia. Your fingers tapped against your thigh in a restless rhythm, your heart pounding harder than it ever had before a game. The room was filled with the biggest names in football, the air thick with anticipation as the ceremony reached its climax.

On stage, Kylian Mbappé held the envelope in his hands, the golden Ballon d’Or trophy gleaming beside him. The entire room seemed to hold its breath as he slid his finger beneath the envelope’s flap, carefully pulling out the slip of paper inside.

“The Ballon d’Or goes to…” He paused, glancing up with a knowing smile before announcing, “Alexia Putellas!”

The room erupted into applause, cheers echoing off the grand hall’s walls. Jenni let out a celebratory whoop beside you, clapping wildly. You turned to Alexia, but she was frozen for a second, processing the moment. Then, she exhaled sharply, a bright smile breaking across her face as she stood.

You were on your feet before you even realized it, clapping so hard your palms started to sting. As Alexia made her way toward the stage, she turned slightly, meeting your eyes for the briefest moment, and you saw it, the unguarded emotion, the disbelief, the sheer joy.

She took the trophy with steady hands, then approached the microphone. The applause quieted as she scanned the crowd, her expression softening as she took a breath.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” she said, her voice steady yet full of emotion. “First, I want to thank my teammates, my coaches, and everyone at FC Barcelona. This award is not just mine—it belongs to every single person who has supported me, pushed me, and helped me become the player I am today.”

She paused for a moment, glancing down at the trophy, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Football has given me so much, but more than the trophies, more than the accolades, the most important thing it has given me is family.”

Your breath caught in your throat as her gaze found yours.

“To my teammates, my friends, to those who have stood by me no matter what, I love you all,” she continued. “But there’s one person I want to mention specifically.”

You stiffened slightly as she smiled directly at you.

“Estrella,” she said, voice warm, affectionate. “From the moment you walked into our team, you changed everything. You are a force of nature, a player unlike any other, but beyond that, you are one of the strongest, bravest people I have ever met. Watching you grow, on and off the pitch, has been an honor. And I want you to know that no matter what, no matter where football takes you, no matter how many goals you score or trophies you win, you will always have a home with me.”

Your throat felt tight. The room clapped again, but all you could do was sit there, gripping the arms of your chair, your chest aching with something indescribable.

Alexia wrapped up her speech, thanking her family, her late father, and everyone who had been part of her journey. Then, with one last glance at you, she stepped off the stage, the trophy clutched tightly in her hands.

The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur. You weren’t paying attention to the other winners or the speeches, you were waiting. The moment the event concluded, you weaved through the crowd, searching for her.

And then you saw her. She was standing off to the side, trophy still in her hands, talking to a few journalists. But as if sensing your presence, she turned and the moment she saw you, her face lit up.

Without thinking, without hesitation, you ran toward her, closing the distance between you in seconds. She barely had time to react before you jumped into her arms, wrapping yourself around her. She stumbled back slightly but caught you with ease, laughing as she held you close.

You buried your face in her shoulder, inhaling deeply before pulling back just enough to look at her.

“I’m proud of you, Mami,” you said, voice quiet but firm.

It wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a slip of the tongue. It was deliberate, intentional.

Alexia’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened slightly, her grip on you tightening. She smiled, something soft and unbearably fond in her expression as she rested her forehead against yours.

“Gracias, mi niña,” she whispered.

And for once, you didn’t mind the tears pricking at your eyes. Because for the first time in a long time, you felt completely, undeniably at home.

[dawntized]

hey babe, just stumbled across your page and you’re a literal god send.

Absolutely no pressure if you’d like to decline, but I was wondering if I could request Josh fucking the reader at the lodge before everyone else arrives. Yknow, they’re just trying to make use of their time before everything starts.

have a lovely day/evening 💗

thank you so much :(( <3 much love

“c’mon baby.. the others won’t be here for a while.” josh pleaded, he pressed his lips to your neck, knowing exactly how to get you weak. “josh.. what if they come early..” you whined, your eyes flicking to the front door.

no matter how much you’d enjoy being dicked down on every surface in the house, your group of friends were unpredictable and you really didn’t feel like getting caught by them.

“i’ll just lock the doors. they can wait til we’re done.” josh began to peel off your jacket, then his own. you snorted, “leaving them out in the cold, huh? you’re a bad friend, josh washington.”

josh shrugged, “who cares? would rather feel this pretty pussy wrapped around me.” his hand ghosted over your cunt covered by your jeans, earning a small whine from you. “there she is,” he smirked.

josh pulled you over to the couch, letting you lay down before he climbed between your legs. he dove down, pressing his lips to yours. the kiss escalated quickly, his tongue exploring your mouth as you desperately moaned into his mouth.

josh pulled away, his chest heaving, “fuck, you drive me crazy,” he pulled his shirt over his head while you did the same.

he leaned back down, kissing and nipping at your neck making you arch into his touch. his fingers fumbled with the button on your jeans as he left marks all along your neck. “want you so bad, josh..” you said, aiding him in his attempt to remove your pants.

once he slid them off, he moved back so he was face level with your heat. “you’re soaking through your panties, princess.” josh commented. he leaned forward, pressing his tongue to your clothed slit, making you squirm in his hold. “s-shit, josh!” you moaned, “feels so good,”

josh smirked before he pulled your panties to the side, finally diving in to your cunt. josh began licking and sucking at your clit like a man starved. your hands flew down to his hair, pulling at the locks as he fucked you with his tongue.

“c’mon, pretty girl. lemme see you fall apart.” he panted before he latched his lips on your clit, moaning around the sensitive bud. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum!” you cried before your back arched and a loud moan ripped from your throat.

josh lapped up the juices that gushed from your hole, humming softly as he sat up. he stood momentarily to pull down his bottoms before he went back to his previous spot.

you bit your lip as your eyes trailed down his body, his cock stood tall, his tip leaking precum. “like what you see?” josh chuckled.

you nodded before reaching up to pull josh to your lips. his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, aligning the tip with your entrance before he slowly pushed in. you both groaned in unison as josh slid into your cunt.

josh rocked his hips, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust. “fuck, baby,” josh grunted, his hips increasing in speed, “cum for me one more time,” he leaned down attaching his lips to your neck once more while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

“oh, fuck, josh! ‘m cumming!” you screamed, your back arching as your orgasm washed over you. josh gripped your hips tightly, chasing his own high. “shit shit shit—“ josh groaned before he pulled out, his cum spurting on your stomach.

he fell back onto the couch, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. there was a comfortable silence before a knock rang throughout the whole cabin. “josh? you in there? fuck, let us in it’s cold out here,” chris said, his fists pounding on the door.

you shot up, scrambling to collect your clothes. josh did the same, slipping on his many layers. “i’ll meet you upstairs, princess. we can continue this later.” he smirked, giving your ass a smack before you disappeared upstairs <3

[willgrahamscock]

Followed you because I wanted to be happier scrolling on my dashboard. You bring joy to Tumblr, miss cock!

I needed to see this because I was starting to feel really alone and depresso espresso again, thank you 💖

[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[hoe4hotchner]

Hey can you do more of Aaron x non bau rich fem!reader. Like maybe with jack

ANON!!!! I’m just out here living my rich stepmom life now, okay? Jack is so cute!!!! I swear I’m weak for domestic Hotch | WC: 423

Inside the living room, you sat on the floor, surrounded by colorful art supplies, while Jack busily worked on his latest school project. The grand space, often reserved for elegant soirées and refined gatherings, had been transformed into a cozy art studio for the day, with large sheets of paper spread out, and markers and paint scattered everywhere.

Jack, his little face scrunched in concentration, held up his creation for you to see. “What do you think?” he asked eagerly, showing off a drawing of what appeared to be a dragon, flying over a castle that looked suspiciously like your home.

You smiled warmly, leaning closer to inspect the details. “It’s perfect, Jack! I love how fierce the dragon looks. You’re getting really good at this. I'm sure your teacher will be impressed with your skills and give you a gold star for the fairy tale topic!” you praised, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately.

Jack beamed at your words. “I think Dad’s going to like it, too,” he said, glancing toward the doorway where Hotch had been watching the two of you quietly, his expression soft.

Aaron’s voice cut through the gentle ambiance. “I’m sure I will,” he said, walking into the room and joining you on the floor. His suit jacket was off, and his tie loosened for the first time all day, but he looked relaxed.

“Dad, look! I made the dragon like the one from the book you read to me last night,” Jack explained, already diving into another story about his creation.

You exchanged a fond look with Aaron, who smiled at the scene. This — these simple moments — they were everything to him. “I think we have a true artist on our hands,” Aaron said, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he sat down beside you, his eyes were full of affection for the both of you.

You grinned, pulling Jack into a little side hug. “I’d say so. I think we'll need more wall space for all of his masterpieces though,” you teased, already scouting which painting you'd have to take down. It made Jack giggle.

Aaron chuckled softly too, his arm slipping around your waist as he looked between the two people he cared for most. It wasn’t the opulence of the mansion or the high-profile life that mattered to him — it was the warmth of the family you had created, the quiet joy of being together, and the love that effortlessly filled the room every time you were together.

[mattslolita]

bff! chris who eats you out as a ‘joke’

EEEKKKKK dpwm....

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bff!chris . . . who would say, "wouldn't it be funny if i ate you out?" he's looking at you lazily, arm resting behind yours on the couch as he looks at you, a smirk etched on his features. you'd look at him with wide eyes, shocked that he would say that to you. "i mean, chris's that's not exactly fu-" "no, it'd be funny," he waves you off, hand coming down to dance along your thighs.

bff!chris . . . who has an idea of how his simple touch affects you. he'd seen the lingering stares you gave him, driving you crazy, even. he wasn't stupid, he never missed the way you'd have to clench your thighs whenever he got a little too close to you — and he was gonna use it to his advantage, have his fun with you.

bff!chris . . . who would smirk as you stare at in disbelief, yet he sees the way you clench your thighs when his hand gently grips the flesh of your exposed skin, cause of course you were barely fuckin' covered up around him. "c'mon, it'd be funny, yeah?"

bff!chris ... who's already leaning down to position himself in between your legs, whilst you mumble a quick, "so, so funny..." you watch him nervously, his eyes trained on you as he slowly discards your shorts from under you, chuckling when he sees the lacy panties you're wearing underneath them — a wet patch already resides there, and he tsks, running his hand over them, eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

bff!chris . . . who would say, "looks like m'not the only one who liked the joke, yeah?" he smirks, yanking your panties down from under you, which caused another gasp to leave your lips.

bff!chris . . . who it immediately entranced by your glistening folds, having liked you ready and waiting for him much more than he thought — part of him wants to tease you, take his time since he knows how much control he has over you at the moment. but he looks up at your impatient expression, eyes blown wide as you sit there, biting your lip in anticipation.

bff!chris . . . who wastes no time in diving right in, his lips attaching to your clit, which pulls a breathy whine from you. it's a sound he could get used to more often, his hands gripping the plush of your thighs as he laps at your cunt like a man starved. your hands tug at his curls that frame his face, and he grunts, sending vibrations through your pussy as his tongue does figure eights inside of your throbbing cunt.

bff!chris ... who feels the heat rush to his dick as your legs tighten around his head, urging him on — he adds one of his digits inside your already puffy cunt. "f-fuck, oh m'gosh chris..." you'd whine, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tongue works wonders inside of you, his digit curling and hitting just the right spots.

bff!chris ... who wants to see your face as you're on the brink of your orgasm. "can feel your legs shakin' angel...s'close, huh? thas it, wan' you to let go f'me..." his eyes are glued on you as he continues to eat you out, curling his finger inside you.

bff!chris ... whose cock twitches in his pants when you scream, "shit, shit, fuck, m'cumming!" you let out a lewd moan as your legs shake violently, and you cum all over his face, leaving your juices glistening all over his pretty mouth.

bff!chris ... who nearly overstimulates you as he laps up your juices, having not had enough of your taste just yet. you squeal and push his head away, and he comes up with a grin as he wipes the remainder of your juices that drip from his chin, and he shoves those fingers inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

bff!chris ... who would say, "now how bout' you put that pretty mouth round' my dick for shits and giggles?"

[puckingeccedentesiast]

What do you think Luke would be like with his girl who can’t sleep?

I just know Luke would be so gentle, to m he seems like a light sleeper and even if he’s not fully conscious he normally reacts to your movements. The first time you turn over, trying to find a comfortable spot he lets out a mix between a groan and a whine. His arms encircling you and holding you tight against him like a teddy. The next few turns start to wake him up, “Wha’s up pretty?”

“Can’t sleep.” You’d mumble back, almost petulantly, leg squirming under the sheet.

Luke wouldn’t miss a beat, he’d just wiggle closer so he was half on top of you, almost like a weighted blanket. A hand carding through you hair as he’d mumble to you, absentminded things about his day or this new recipe he wants to try. He’d continue talking quietly and stroking your hair until your breath evened out and he knew he had succeeded.

[islandofthedollz]

I feel like Jimmy would def be into coquette/hyper feminine girls who are hella naive (totally not self inserting)

⁠❥ As a fellow Coquette/ hyper fem girlie I love this shout out to all the girlies. Since Valentine’s Day is coming up, I tend to get all my room decor about this time of the year because it’s everything is so cute. I think the girls who are all pink to the gym is a power move ngl props if your lifting and wearing a skort.

⁠❥ Jimmy would love the idea of you being all dainty and cute.

⁠❥ Whenever you go to your vanity and do your make up and hair, he laughs at you making jokes that you’re playing dress up.

⁠❥He loves it when you look up at him with your cute big eyes telling him that you learned what snowballing is from one of your friends.

⁠❥ the first time you take it to a sex store you cover your eyes because you’ve never seen a dildo before and you’re too embarrassed to hold it until look at it he laughs and makes fun of you.

⁠❥ He likes the idea you don’t have a lot of experience and that you usually would believe anything.

⁠❥ one time he was smoking and you asked him if you can try to smoke and you inhaled the cigar started coughing.Jimmy said smoking wasn’t for innocent cute girls.

⁠❥ You basically decorated your shared living space so it’s super cute with a tiny amount of Jimmy’s decoration in a corner.

⁠❥ He tells you he likes to think you get all pretty for him.

⁠❥ He says he hates going shopping with you but secretly he really likes it especially when you give him a fashion show in the dressing room, saying which dress he likes better or these pink leggings are cute.

⁠❥ You two make such an interesting couple that people turn their heads. someone who’s really cute and pink and feminine has her make up all well put together has really cute accessories holding hands with a scruffy man who has a dirty shirt and unkept hair.

⁠❥Your parents disapprove of the two of you dating. You have no experience and you’re dating an older man. But you don’t see that Jimmy loves you and you love him so you don’t see anything wrong.

⁠❥ People are really curious but personally about your relationship dynamic for sure.

⁠❥ You also made him a really cute heart-shaped cake for your anniversary and you both have matching bracelets that you made for him. He says he doesn’t wear, but he wears it under his uniform because the long sleeves cover it! 

[rorydrawsandwrites]

Hi, what would episode 4 be like, based on your Puppeteer AU? Would Gangle be much more possessive of Jax than in the original? Or would she possess him as punishment?

Well, according to the canon I've established, Caine's adventures end after the first day (which falls on the manor mystery one, but that isn't entirely relevant), so the day at Spudsy's wouldn't happen

That being said I doodled it anyway. For you

[ghostaholics]

I am LIVING for your jealous/possessive enemies with benefits ghost. He sees reader being a little too friendly with another man and goes FERAL. Nobody knows why. Not even him.

❝ 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋. ❞ Fucks your throat raw, likes seeing your lips stretched around his cock, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth and trickling down your chin as you struggle to take all of him in, just a little messy; the way you allow your muscles to go slightly lax to deep-throat him, but it’s still so goddamn tight. And you spoil him with your mouth, gently sucking at the head and tonguing the entirety of him, even better when you add your palm too, can’t quite wrap your fingers around his cock but it’s hot and slippery and all that matters is you’re trying your best. His hand is threaded through your hair, close to the scalp, close to the roots and flexing hard when you swallow him to the hilt – loves that this lets him control your movements. From the expression on your face, this fucked-out, glazed-over look, he can tell that you’re enjoying it more than he is; gets his point proven when you snake your fingers down between your legs to play with your clit because you just can’t help yourself. (❝ What would all of ‘em think if they saw you on your knees for me, huh, sweetheart? ❞) And there’s something really satisfying to him hearing how utterly wrecked your voice is the next day when you sound hoarse trying to talk to other people.

❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇. ❞ He has you facing the mirror, sitting reverse on his lap with your legs wrenched apart – forces you to pay attention to how his cock’s got you split open like this, the easiest way for him to work himself inside your cunt. He’s got one hand on your hip, guiding you up and down just how you need him at a rough and steady rate. His other hand spans over your jaw, your throat; directing you to look at your reflection and how it’s him that’s ruining you – your wet and sticky slickness soaking his cock. He wants you to see what he sees: you, taking him so well, everything that he offers. (❝ No. Eyes open. Gotta remind you who’s the only one that can turn you into such a fucking mess like this, yeah? ❞)

❝ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓. ❞ He mutters it under his breath, has a hand over your mouth to stifle your noises – Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn loud; in the blackness of the supply closet where he’s got you, back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist (❝ Just a quick fuck, c’mon. I know you’re aching for it. ❞) – only needs five minutes to get you off. And when you’re groaning too fucking much while he pounds into your cunt, Ghost tells himself that he doesn’t want to be caught dead with you like this. You don’t either, of course, considering the mutual feelings of animosity shared between the two of you. So it’s a low growl, a warning from him: ❝ If you don’t shut up, they’re gonna hear us— ❞ But the idea only rips another long moan from your throat. And when he sees how much you might actually want that, for somebody to walk by and figure out that you’re getting stuffed full of his cock, it makes him fuck you even harder just to test how good you can keep quiet for him.

𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔!𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 || 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

banner credit by cafekitsune

[holyblonded]

Do you think some of the Barca girls got a bit of a shock seeing Alexia be so maternal for the first time when they see her interacting with Estella?

— at first, everyone thought estrella was just another chaotic teenager in the squad, and alexia treated her like she did the other young players—firm but supportive, expecting excellence but not overly affectionate

— then one day, they walk into the training facility and see alexia fixing estrella’s hair, muttering “how do you always manage to leave the house looking like you fought a war?” while gently braiding it

— shock

— ona and jana exchange a look because when has alexia ever voluntarily done someone’s hair???

— aitana almost chokes on her water when she hears alexia scolding estrella for not eating enough at breakfast and then cutting up her fruit for her

— pina stares in pure disbelief as alexia hands estrella her water bottle mid-training without a word, as if she’s been doing it her whole life

— “did—did she just hand her water like a mom?” marta whispers

— irene, equally confused, watches as estrella rolls her eyes but drinks anyway. alexia just gives her a pointed look like that’s what I thought

— ona, still processing, leans over to aitana. “i thought she didn’t like kids?”

— aitana, watching estrella drape herself over alexia like a clingy cat and alexia just sighing fondly, “apparently, she likes this one.”

— the real shock comes when estrella is in a mood one day and snappy at everyone, and instead of calling her out like they expect, alexia just sighs, pulls her into a hug, and murmurs something in her ear

— suddenly estrella is a lot less bitey, and the team is just sitting there like wtf just happened

— marta jokes that alexia must have cast some sort of spell, but irene is convinced it’s just because estrella is her kid in every way that matters

— pina was so confused. “so alexia is a full-time captain and part-time mom now?”

— aitana was equally confused. “more like full-time mom, full-time captain. i don’t think she even notices.”

— jana, watching estrella cling to alexia’s side at lunch while alexia absentmindedly makes sure she’s actually eating. “this is so weird, but also kind of cute???”

[14dayswithyou]

Ren's favorite color is black!

the sticky note Easter egg is so genius I didn't even notice it at first😭 he looks so cute like catching a child eating chocolate expect it's a murder- anyways I was just wondering if there's more and if there's certain places I should look for more or if I type a specific phrase in the username it'll unlock an Easter egg? thank you!

⌞♥⌝ HEHE >:3

As for other Easter Eggs, there are quite a few community-related ones!! Try making your name "Kitsune", "Monsterpup", "silkbab3y", "Meowastrophe", or "Froggydacted" for additional scenes, sprite changes, and other surprises ^^

Some YouTubers (who make videos featuring 14DWY) also get unique dialogue at the start of the game, depending on the name they use!! Also... If you make your name "Ballsac", you get a brand new, silly cafe order in Day 2 lmao

Other than that, the only other built-in Easter Eggs I can think of are the subtle references the characters make via their updates in the socials/relationship screen.

[dawntized]

can you write something about making a sex tape with josh 🙈

“spread ‘em a little more, honey.” josh murmured from behind you, “let the camera see how soaked you are for me.” his breath was hot against your neck as he snaked his arm around your waist.

josh pressed the pad of his middle finger to your clit, slowly circling the bud as you whined in his arms. “josh, baby, please..” you said as your hand grasped at his forearm, “lemme ride you, please,”

josh raised his eyebrow at your words but quickly obliged, who was he to pass up seeing you bounce in his lap?

you moved away, allowing him to scoot back on the bed to the pillows. once he was comfortable, he motioned you over. since you two were on camera, you decided to give it a show.

you climbed into his lap, your back facing him. “s-shit, princess,” he breathed, his hands found your hips, guiding you onto his length. you leaned back, giving the camera a view of where the two of you were connected.

a string of curses left your lips as josh filled you to the brim. “you feel so good, baby. my good girl.. givin’ the camera a show,” josh grunted, his grip tightening a bit as you started to move on his cock. “mmph, fuck, josh!” you moaned, letting one of your hands fall to your heat, your fingers rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

“i won’t last long.. you’re clenching me so tight, pretty-!” josh felt himself nearing the edge quicker than normal as you desperately bounced in his lap. “cum with me, josh,” you whimpered.

josh felt himself tip over the edge, you followed close behind, moaning loudly as josh shot his load into your spasming cunt. “always so good for me,” josh sighed, helping you off his length before pushing you down on the bed.

he slotted himself between your legs, his head between your thighs as he watched his cum drip out of you. “let’s really give ‘em a show.” he mumbled before diving in to your cunt.

josh quickly brought you to your second of many orgasms that night, all on camera for you two to watch back later <3

[lavshaze]

Act of defiance

✧ contains ⤐ smut, once again <3 oral but not in the way you think. d/s dynamics, silco being a professional brat tamer, another vision that came to me in a dream, silco sex dreams are ruining my life but also making it way better. w.c ~ 1.2k

Ao3 version

“Look at me.”

Usually, you’d obey. 

Orders from Silco weren’t uncommon, especially when you’re in the bedroom, lying under him in all your naked glory. Usually, this wouldn’t require a second thought— he’d say something and you would listen, and that had granted you five months of mind-blowing, life-changing sex. 

But not tonight. No, you'd give him absolutely nothing tonight. 

Stubbornly, you turn your head to the side, biting down on your lips as you pretend like this isn't happening right now. 

“Look at me.” 

Silco doesn't like when his words fall on deaf ears, you know it gets on his nerves because he's a little control freak. And up until tonight, you'd been so obedient, so eager to tend to his every desire, you'd have given him the moon if he asked, and you'd have continued to be as such if he didn't fucking piss you off. 

You scoff, keeping your gaze firmly planted on his bedside table. You read the titles of the books on display over and over, memorizing the colors and spines and which ones are a little crooked and which ones are finished, aged by the passage of time and the repeated strokes of slightly damp fingers. 

You could feel Silco seething on top of you. 

Hot breath warming the side of your face, you see his lips contort into a sneer from your peripheral vision. You're tempted to look at him, stare directly into his mismatched eyes and tell him to fuck off.

But before you can think to do anything, he pushes himself into you, one rough thrust that has you contorting every muscle in your body to ignore the white hot pleasure it sends through your entire being. You squeeze around him and sharply inhale, but you keep your head planted to the side. You weren't going to let him win this, you weren't going to give in. 

He groans, possibly at the way you feel around him, but also because your little show of defiance is probably causing him a great headache. Another exhausting day of running Zaun and he doesn't even get to enjoy having you all to himself, all because you're dead set on being stubborn. His bare chest heaves against yours, skin on skin, but you're determined to be as far away from him as possible. 

He moves slowly, pulling out all the way and easing himself back in, at a much softer pace than the first thrust, almost like he's apologizing. Too bad he sucks at actual apologies, you'd have crumbled by now if he had shown the smallest signs of actual remorse. But that's just who Silco is, stubborn till the end. 

Unfortunately for him, so were you. 

He sets a regular pace, entering you over and over again in a slow languid motion, nose burying into your neck trying to redirect your gaze so you'd look at him. When you don't budge, he draws back sharply, and you can tell he's all out of patience now. Silco is one of those people blessed— cursed— with patience that lasts for a total of five seconds. 

Especially tonight, especially after the long day he’s had. Didn’t you know that enforcing his power upon the other, increasingly annoying, chem-barons had put him on edge? Didn’t you know that he had thought of you all day, missing the way your face contorts when he’s inside you? Had you no idea that he is on the verge of falling apart if he doesn’t receive a healthy dose of your affection soon? 

Maybe you knew, maybe you just didn’t care. 

The thought angers him.

“I said,” long fingers grasp the side of your face, digging into your skin, “look at me.” 

He turns your head so you're facing him now, sharp glare boring into his dark eyes. He glares back, good eyebrow furrowing, and something else flickers in his eye besides anger— something warm and delicious and dangerously enticing. 

“You little defiant brat.” 

He spits it out like an insult. You observe his lips curl around every syllable of the word; brat, brat, brat, brat. 

“Always so obedient, always so eager to listen to me, to do what I ask of you. Who knew that under that little angel act you were such a devilish whore?”

Whore, whore, whore.  

He brings his thumb to your lips, tracing the outline of the bruised exterior— the aggressive kisses he had planted on them beforehand— before he slowly pushes the digit into your warm, wet mouth. Your lips reflexively curl around the appendage, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue runs over it. The taste sends a pulse of pleasure through your body, particularly affecting the part where you’re connected. You suck on his finger and tighten your thighs around his waist. He uses his other arm to elevate one of your legs and wrap it around his waist, reaching an entirely new angle that has you squirming around his finger.  

A little show of power never hurt anyone. Or maybe it did, you didn't really care about that right now. 

But as he's watching you take him in, eyelids drooping as you look up at him, vulnerable under his control, you decide you're not going to let him enjoy this for much longer. You bring your teeth down around his finger and bite, hard. 

You expect him to withdraw, to sneer at you and degrade you some more then draw back so he can stand tall and fuck the shit out of you. But he doesn't; instead, he plants his finger deeper in your mouth, pressing on your tongue as you gag around it. Your eyes water slightly and you're in disbelief at how utterly turned on you are.  

“You think I can't handle a little bit of biting here and there? Darling, I thought you'd know better.” 

You gaze into his eyes, feeling much less defiant now, instead looking to satisfy that aching need in your lower belly. You're one second away from pulling his finger out of your mouth and begging when he draws back. 

In the blink of an eye, you lose his finger in your mouth and his cock inside you. Feeling hopelessly empty and blindsided, you open your mouth to protest, but you don't get the chance to. Instead, you're lifted by your hips and flipped around like a potato sack being thrown around. You flop down on your stomach helplessly, probing yourself up on your arms so you can turn to look at him.

“Silco.” 

What's meant as a demand comes out as a whine and your face warms up in embarrassment. It's hard to mask the want in your body when you're this frustrated. 

His rough hands palm the curve of your ass as a sharp smile curls on his lips. “Ah, so you can talk after all, just not to answer to my orders, hm?” 

“Sil, please, I'm sorry-” 

He places his cock between your cheeks, “you know how I utterly despise unfinished work, dove. I’m going to need you to stick with your plan till the very end.” 

The menacing look in his eyes makes a shiver run down your spine as he leans forward to whisper the next few words. 

“Let’s see how many orgasms that attitude will be rewarding you with tonight.” 

[riaki]

OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES

BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? 👀 He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if

What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass

But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.

Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show

Maybe she realizes that

Maybe she starts thinking

Maybe she drifts apart

And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see

Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell

And Gojo goes again

And he reels her in

And once he has her

Only to see as her smile begins to fade

As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again

And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand

As he slowly takes away your smiles again.

But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...

You hope.

sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe 🤣

this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!

yeah. freckles boy isn’t that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didn’t work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in him— hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesn’t smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a way…? but u don’t like thinkin abt him so u don’t blink an eye.

fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didn’t feel anything with him. there might’ve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojo’s been distant; his smile seems dimmer and there’s always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited and— u end up kissing gojo… oops.

so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. he’s pretty cool, right? he’s kinda evrything u want in a guy— tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charming— it’s a package deal. but there’s also this… rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, he’s always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesn’t wanna lose u again in case he’s feelin more than you are. but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesn’t tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just can’t risk losing you a third time.

it sucks for u too, though! gojo’s just a bit too dense to see it. whether it’s in his own nature, or he’s faking it. it’s probably the latter, but that’d mean he’s not being genuine again, n you don’t wanna think about it. but you’re gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe he’s changed this time, and for good. and it’s true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, he’s exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. it’s proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but there’s clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) don’t belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the door— this time, it’s your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with you— all in the wrong way, thinking it’d be okay to sleep around. except he gives chase— after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.

eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu— but he’s forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes you’re crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.

once again, he doesn’t get it. why are you crying? it’s not like you were really serious or labeled, right…? and the entire reason you’d stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that he’s fucked up big time— he has been since day 1. really, he should’ve found somebody cheaper to chase— you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. it’s only tense because he doesn’t really know how to apologize— he doesn’t have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.

but even so, he’s not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weird— correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. it’s always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybe— he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that he’s yet to realize he’s been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

paaaaaaart one

[snail-migraine]

Imagine the angst material of reader willingly deluding themselves into madness by creating hallucinations to escape from the tower after Malleus puts them there.

Especially if they create a new family inside of their head!

Malleus: *Was about to forgive the punishment bc he misses their baby.*

Reader: *Having a full-on engaged conversation with the wall in front of them, aka their imaginary father rather happily.*

Malleus: ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

See this is interesting because my response to any questions is the same. Typically.

Usually it involves Malleus either begging on his knees or putting reader into re-education.

With this one however, Mallues is just at a loss. His baby lost touch with reality, now forever doomed to be haunted by visions and apparitions that aren't even real. And guess whose at fault?

Him.

The guilt tears through him and can't help but beat himself over it. He realizes just how painful the tower must've been for you. His sweet little baby, locked away in a dingy old tower away from the father. Away from any part if of the real world. Of course you lost you mind, how could he be so stupid as to do this to you.

He ends up hugging your body close to his, you barely even react when he hugs you. He sobs apology after apology out of his mouth. The response he gets to his sorrows his your incoherent babbling. His cries in you shoulder get louder, and he runs his hand through your hair. Sniffling,

"Don't worry baby, Papa's here. Papa won't leave you alone again.."

-Anon-Yan